The Club of Chester County: New Membership and Teagan and Aly

[Vile8r]

WOW @LtBroccoli ! This story has been like watching a good rape movie! You really put Teagan and Aly through the wringer! Then the guys had a close call with the cops. Way to up the suspense! Reading these sorts of stories are what keep me inspired to write more. .... But it ain't over yet!

[LtBroccoli]

WOW @LtBroccoli ! This story has been like watching a good rape movie! You really put Teagan and Aly through the wringer! Then the guys had a close call with the cops. Way to up the suspense! Reading these sorts of stories are what keep me inspired to write more. .... But it ain't over yet!

Thank you so much Vile8r. We still got a couple chapters left with Teagan and Aly, but there is so, so much more left to go in this universe. Next three stories in the queue are a George story that should get posted later today, Bob's story redux, and introducing Bubbles to the Club.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story, drug use
Content Warnings: Sleep deprivation and hangovers
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Sam deals with the day after.
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The Day After – The Men (Teagan and Aly)



Following their close call at the DUI checkpoint, the rest of the drive home was uneventful. It wasn’t quiet, since it took halfway to Sam’s apartment before they stopped yelling “I GOT A HOT TUB” at Joe while he was driving. After they stopped at gas station for a quick bite, coffee, and bathroom trip, they didn’t get back to Sam’s place until 3 in the morning. The mood in the truck was jovial, like the traveling bus of a sports team following a road win.

The men found out a lot about each other. Sam talked about his rental company and how he’d rather flip houses than rent them, but sometimes that’s not an option. He talked about some of the girls he had his eye on at his properties, and how he now had to look for a house because of Joe’s cover story today.

Steve talked about how much he was looking forward to ten years from now. He had two ex-wives he paid alimony to and two kids he paid child support for. He couldn’t wait until the youngest was old enough to go to college. At least then there would be an end in sight. The kids live with their moms and he gets each of them 1 weekend a month by themselves each and 1 weekend together. He told his first ex that something came up today and that he couldn’t watch the oldest today. “Not that she wants to spend the weekend with dad anymore, little bitch is like her mother that way.” Everyone in the truck got the distinct impression that Steve didn’t like women too much. Of course, the hatefuckings he gave earlier were a pretty big clue.

Ray was definitely the oldest in the car and had the most health problems, even having a cancer scare a couple years ago. His kids are all grown, and he left his wife about 30 seconds after their youngest moved out. They’re still friends, but couldn’t stand each other after 25 years of marriage. He’s happily single and she remarried a few years later to a mutual friend of theirs. His youngest boy is 25 and lives with his girlfriend and her girlfriend, and his oldest son adopted a foster kid with his partner.

Joe didn’t go too much into his family, aside from the basics. 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl aged 11, 7, and 5. The girl was the 7-year-old. He’d been with Mari on and off since high school, but they got married 12 years ago. The timing just happened to line up with the first kid. He works as an IT Manager and she does something in marketing.

They also talked about the night and their favorite parts.

Sam absolutely loved breaking Teagan in. “The way she looked up at me, starting so defiantly then slowly giving in, that was hot.”

Steve’s favorite was making Aly cum from fucking her in the ass. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen that happen in real life.”

Ray’s was watching Aly go completely insane on Blaine’s dick. “I was so impressed watching her I didn’t even cum. I was like, ‘nope, just watch.’”

“You were so fucking coked out you couldn’t feel your face, let alone your dick.”

“That too, that too.” Ray said to Steve. He turned to Joe in the driver’s seat. “What was your favorite part, Mr. Director?”

Joe thought for a long moment. “I gotta say, the whole night was awesome, but the best moment was towards the end when Blaine was fucking Teagan, he made her cum, and she just screamed out ‘I LOVE YOU’, like what the fuck was that? That happened and I’m thinking ‘This is some Mike Tyson shit right here.’”

“Mike Tyson shit?” Sam asked.

“Imma fuck you ‘til you love me!” Steve said in a bad Mike Tyson impression. Sam looked confused.

“Back after he got out of prison, Mike Tyson had some press conference, and this reporter, a guy by the way, said something he didn’t like and Mike just yelled “Imma fuck you ‘till you love me.”

“Oh shit, I forgot about that.” Sam said.

“You don’t think the girls knew beforehand?” Ray asked the group.

“Nah, there’s no way they knew. They were stoned, drunk, and frightened when we showed up. This wasn’t some plant situation like Becky.” Steve said. Joe cringed at hearing the name.

“Who’s Becky?”

“Oh shit, you’re new. Becky is the psycho bitch that keeps setting herself and one of her friends up. Different friend each time, but she keeps doing it. Sometimes it’ll be a home invasion, other times she’ll drug her friend and let the dude fuck them both. However, it goes, she’s one cold hearted bitch.” Steve explained to Sam.

“Don’t ever fucking date her. If you are dumb enough to try that, never give that bitch your real name.” Joe said, as he pulled off of the beltway and headed to the West Oakville exit. The men laughed at Joe’s pain and stupidity as he drove on.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Ray and Steve drove back to their places while Joe caught some shuteye on the cushions he took off of the chairs in Sam’s place. He didn’t sleep long, just a couple hours to refresh and recharge before taking a quick shower and changing into a spare set of clothes he had packed away in his bag. Joe woke Sam up at 6AM when he left so Sam could lock up behind him.

Sam slept until almost Noon that Sunday. He took his time getting ready, preferring to relax than do any of the tasks he laid out for himself. It was close to 2PM by the time he opened up his computer and checked his phones.

His work phone had the regular messages from the company telling him about complaints that came in overnight and things that broke. His personal phone had a few texts on it from Joe letting him know he got home and that Mari didn’t kill him yet, but his kids might if they didn’t shut the hell up during this brunch. His burner phone app had a few texts on it from numbers he didn’t recognize. One of them said “Check your mail” and the rest were things like “WOW, GR8 JOB!”, “AMAZING”, and “Welcome aboard, Noob.”

Sam scratched his head at the last few, but had a feeling he knew what happened. He went through the process to log on to The Club and what he saw confirmed his suspicions. Some of the videos were uploaded. It took Sam a few minutes to figure out who was who, but it looked like Ray had already uploaded the raw footage from last night’s party. He watched some of the video, and realized three things right off the bat.

First, he needed to lose some fucking weight. Sam was by far the fattest guy in the room.

Second, Ray is probably going to die of a heart attack soon. By the time he got home, it had to be close to 4AM, and instead of getting some sleep, he stayed up and uploaded close to 5 hours of video, along with filling out all of the info on what happened, who, and where. That alone would take a couple hours. The only way he could have stayed awake at that point was if he cracked open that 8-ball he took.

Finally, Sam’s new friends are some sick fucks. And so is he.

Sam spent the next couple hours uploading his videos from the party. His favorite was filming his cock going into Teagan’s mouth for the first time. While working on it, Steve logged on and uploaded his video from that 4k camera he had. That footage looked pristine. In the early evening, Joe logged on and sent a message saying that he would upload his video sometime in the next coming days. The only one missing by the evening was Blaine.

While he was on the site, he also took the time and built a dossier for Naomi, his ex’s bitchy sister. He wasn’t putting her up for trade yet, but wanted everyone to know that she would be on the trading block soon.

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To Be Continued...

[peterfrisk]

I agree with vile8r. The story is just WOW. Poor girls really had a rough time but c’est la vie I guess.
Haven’t really had the time to indulge myself in this universe as much as I would have wanted but keep up the good work and keep the chapters/stories coming and I will do my part by reading them

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Trauma bathing
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Blaine deals with the aftermath of the night...
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The Day After – The Women (Teagan and Aly)



It took almost a half an hour for the girls to calm down enough for Blaine to leave them alone in the basement. That entire time, they just held onto him and cried. Several hours of pain, torment, humiliation, violation, and torture came out at once, and Blaine did everything he could to keep it together for them. He just sat there and held them as they cried it out. He held them as they cried out the pain that he caused them.

Once he was able to leave them for a bit, he surveyed the situation. Aside from the theater, most of the house was in great condition. The downstairs kitchen and bathroom were a little dirty, but the only other room that was a mess was his, and that was part of the plan. Nothing looked like it was broken, but everything aside from his bed and computer were strewn about, staged to look like someone was searching for something.

‘You deserve a lot worse than this.’ The little voice in the back of his head kept repeating over and over how everything that happened tonight was his fault, and consciously he couldn’t deny it or rationalize it or explain it away. He set the whole thing up, all so he could fulfill some twisted fantasy of fucking Teagan.

“Get your shit together.” Blaine said to himself, as he tried to wipe the stress and tiredness off of his face. Looking around his room, he tried to wrap his mind around it. Blaine had been involved in at least a dozen rapes in his life. He liked it, he was good at it, thinking of himself like a connoisseur of rape. This wasn’t the first time he’d set up girls he one time cared about, either.

Why was this fucking with him so much?

‘Because you’re a fucking dumbass.’ That inner voice was starting to piss him off, but it was right. Blaine didn’t stop to think about the consequences of his actions when he planned this, he just jumped in guns blazing, thinking with his dick instead of his brain. Before he knew it, the perverts came up with a basically fool-proof plan.

Except he was the fool.

He didn’t stop to think about how they would react to such a long and drawn out attack. He didn’t think that they’d find solace in him as a fellow captive instead of getting angry at him for what happened. He didn’t think that they’d double down on how much they cared for and loved him during the night.

He didn’t fucking think. And now, here he was having to deal with the aftermath of the problem.

‘Okay dumbass, first things first. Close the door, stop the recordings, shut the computer down, get some clothes for everyone. Get the girls upstairs for a bath if possible, long shower if not. The Master Bath has jets which might help them feel physically better. Then get them to bed and sleep. You can clean this mess in the morning, but do what you can for them, you dumb son of a bitch.’

The voice was right. First things first. Blaine closed the door on the infinitesimal chance the girls came upstairs. Next, he opened the computer to check the status of the recordings. Still going. The last hour plus would be mostly Teagan and Aly crying. Blaine stopped the recordings, then shut everything down. No need having this up and running and having prying eyes accidentally seeing what’s on it. Next, he grabbed some clothes, three pair of gym shorts and a couple t-shirts he used for workouts. The girls would be swimming in this stuff, but it was better than nothing. At least with some clothes, they might start to feel a tiny bit closer to normal. He threw on one pair of shorts, ignoring underwear for now, then went downstairs. He was halfway downstairs when he had a thought.

‘Go get a couple more shirts, big ones. Save this stuff for after the bath. They’re dirty as hell right now, and won’t want to sleep in clothes that smell like cum, you dipshit.’ His inner monologue had a great point. Two for calling him a dipshit. He bounced back up the stairs and grabbed two more shirts from his younger and fatter days. He then went back downstairs and into the theater.

The girls had finally moved from the floor to the couch, but only sat on the edge. Blaine decided in that moment that this furniture needed to go.

He walked over to the girls and crouched before them, handing them each one of his older, larger t-shirts.

“Are you okay?” He asked, pausing a little too long. Teagan gave him a death glare.

‘DUMBEST. FUCKING. QUESTION. EVER. DUMBASS!’

“Are you okay to walk upstairs? Do you want to use the shower and bath in the Master bath or the shower stall down here? If you can get upstairs you can use the big shower and then soak in the tub for a while. Then we’ll get to bed and deal with shit in the morning. Okay?” Blaine put as much care and tenderness behind his words as possible. The death glare ratcheted down considerably.

“Yeah. I, I, I think I can make it.” Teagan said through quivering lips. She shook as she tried to put the large black t-shirt on. Blaine moved to help, but she jerked back reflexively. He backed off, letting her get dressed.

“What about you, Al? You got this or you want me to spot you?”

Aly looked at him for a long moment as Teagan put the shirt on and stood.

“Can, can you help? Just, just make sure I don’t fall down the steps or anything?”

Blaine grabbed her hand and held it. “Got it. Here.”

Teagan looked at the two of them as Aly struggled with the shirt. Teagan looked like she wanted to say something.

“It’s okay Tea, we’ll be up in a minute. Go to our parents room and use the shower in their bathroom. We’ll follow and I’ll start the tub after.” Blaine reached out with his free hand grabbed her hand. “It’s okay, we’ll be right up.” He let go after he felt her squeeze. She stopped again at the doorway for a moment, looking back in the room. Aly was just getting the shirt over her head.

Teagan climbed the stairs from the basement to the first floor slowly at first, then faster. By the time she was on the first floor, she almost broke into a sprint. A few more steps to the stairway heading to the bedrooms and she was in a full-blown sprint. She was in a panic, running as fast as she could to the Master Suite. She entered the bedroom, then swung a right at full speed. She barely slowed down as the carpet of the bedroom gave way to tile and bounded into the shower stall, stopping just in time before slamming into the glass walls. She fumbled with the controls, trying to frantically turn on the water.

“Come on, COME ON!!!” She couldn’t explain it, but right now in this moment, she wanted the water more than anything. She NEEDED the water more than anything. Something clicked in her mind that screamed that she just wanted to wash it all away. But she couldn’t remember how this worked. For the life of her, she couldn’t turn it on. “This shouldn’t be that hard, THIS SHOULDN’T BE THAT FUCKING HARD!” She pulled and twisted and yelled and screamed and cried until, finally, the water turned on.

Finally, she felt the water. She felt something on her skin and body that wasn’t some kind of gross violation. She felt the water spray onto her legs and arms and head, she felt the water get in her hair. She felt.

Teagan collapsed, sitting in the corner of the shower stall and curled her legs into her, wrapping her arms with her legs. She didn’t notice that she was on the floor and not the bench. She didn’t notice that she was still wearing that t-shirt. She didn’t notice that the water was cold. She didn’t notice that she didn’t notice, then she didn’t care that she didn’t notice.

Back in the basement, Aly took her time getting the shirt on. She was sore everywhere, and she wasn’t as athletic as Teagan. When she stood, her legs felt like jelly. They worked, but she was worried she might fall down the stairs. She nearly fell when she took a couple steps. She would have fallen, if Blaine wasn’t there to catch her.

Blaine kept her stable as they climbed the steps. By the time they made it to the top of the steps, they could hear the water running in the top floor.

“Take me to my shower. I just want to clean this off of me first before taking a bath. Please?” Aly looked at him with sad, begging eyes.

“Sure thing, Al.” He helped her climb the last flight of steps then took a quick turn into the bathroom. A moment of fear passed through his mind as he realized he didn’t check the bathroom before coming downstairs. His mind raced through what could possibly be wrong, but attributed everything to paranoia.

When they entered the bathroom, the only thing he noticed out of place was that the toilet seat was up. No biggie, he uses this bathroom too. He pushed the lid down and helped Aly turn on the shower. He made sure the water was just right, then helped her out of her shirt.

She stood there, numb to the world. It wasn’t until he tilted her head up and kissed her on the forehead that she responded to what he said.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m gonna check on Tea, then back on you, then take a quick shower and get the tub going, okay?” Aly nodded, then kissed him. He stroked her hair once, giving her a quick kiss back before leaving. “I’ll be back real soon.”

Aly climbed into the shower and let the water do its work before she felt strong enough to scrub and clean. Blaine closed the bathroom door behind him as he went to the Master Bath.

Blaine arrived at the Master Bath and saw Teagan sitting in the corner of the shower stall. She didn’t notice him enter the bathroom, or even open the shower stall. He felt the water. ‘Damn, this is ice cold.’ He adjusted the water temperature to something that wasn’t slightly above freezing, seeing what Teagan would do.

She did nothing. She sat in the corner, like she did before.

“Tea, get up.” Nothing, no response. He stepped in the shower to get her up. “Come on Tea, get up.”

When he reached out to grab her, she screamed and flailed her arms. She hit him a few times with wild swings, nothing that hurt him, but could leave a small bruise or two. He grabbed her arms and yelled to get her attention.

“TEA, STOP! IT’s ME.” She was still hysterical. He stood up and dragged her to her feet. “TEAGAN, IT’S BLAINE!” He shook her while holding on to her wrists. She came back to reality. She stopped trying to hit him and hugged him. He hugged her back, standing in the shower.

“You okay to wash yourself, or you want my help?”

Teagan looked past him for a second, then back at him, trying to keep focus.

“I can do this.”

“Okay. Take off your shirt first and soap up. I’ve got to check on Aly, I’ll be right back. Want me to start up the tub?”

Teagan stopped paying attention and tried to slip the extra large t-shirt off. Blaine turned around to give her a modicum of privacy. When she saw that, she hugged him from the back and gave him the shirt. He tried to hug her back in this awkward position.

Blaine left the shower, turning on the tub across from the shower stall in the Master Bathroom. After making sure that was okay, he went to check on Aly in the bathroom down the hall. It was only when he walked over the carpet in the hallway that he realized his shorts were soaked from standing in the shower with Teagan.

He knocked on the bathroom door first before entering. “Aly, you okay?”

‘Great question, dumbass.’ Geez, did his inner voice have to sound like Red Foreman?

“Al?” Blaine said again before walking to the shower. He pulled back the curtain a little to see how she was getting along. What he saw made him feel a little better. Aly was sitting down, shampooing her hair. Her skin was red from scrubbing, and she seemed in a little bit of a better mood. All things considered.

“Hey, I’m running a bath, you almost ready?” Blaine asked. Aly was startled by the voice, but after realizing who it was relaxed again.

“Yeah, just give me a minute.” She stood up on wobbly legs and washed the shampoo out of her hair. She turned off the water, then reached for a towel from the towel rack. She was just going into the tub down the hall, but wanted to wash the soap off more than anything.

Blaine grabbed her hand and helped her out of her bathroom and into the Master Bathroom. She climbed into the jet tub and breathed a relaxing sigh.

Teagan was finishing up washing down her body and hair as well. Blaine approached her in the shower. This time, she didn’t try to hit him.

“Tub’s ready whenever you are.”

“Thanks.” Teagan said, watching him walk off towards the door. “Where’re you going?”

“I was going to get a shower.”

“Could you just, stay here? I’ll be done soon, you can use this one? Please?” There was a fear in her voice he wasn’t used to hearing.

“Okay. I’ll stay.” He stood by the shower, waiting for Teagan to finish up. She didn’t bother with drying off, as she went straight to the tub. She climbed in without any help from Blaine or Aly. She sat in the warm water, letting it soothe her aching muscles.

Blaine jumped in the shower, washed up, and was out within four minutes. Years spent in gym lockers taught him the value of a quick shower. Of course, he was in a much better position than they were.

When he got out of the shower, he tried to figure out what to do when he saw Aly and Teagan look at him. He was torn. Did he want to climb into the jet tub with them, naked? Normally this would be a no-brainer, but with all they’ve been through tonight...

“Just climb on in. Sit with us for a while.” Blaine wasn’t going to make a move on them at this point, and they’d seen a lot more of each other already tonight. Still, he at least held a towel in front of his junk out of curtesy to them.

Once he climbed in, he sat in the middle of the back wall. Aly and Teagan both slid over to him, with Aly on his left side and Teagan on his right. He saw a clock from where they sat. It was about 4:00AM. The girls feel asleep on his shoulders, and soon he nodded off.

The thing about sleeping in a tub is one two things eventually happen. Either a person slips into the water and thinks they’re drowning, or the water gets cold. Either way, they wake up. Both happened within a half hour. Aly slipped underwater for a second and woke up with a scream. This rocked Teagan awake, who panicked and woke up Blaine. After a minute of assessing the situation, they also discovered the tub was now cold.

“Let’s get out and go to bed. The guest room has a queen-sized bed. Either that or Mom and Dad’s king size.” Blaine said as he dried off. Teagan and Aly both thought for a second and looked at each other.

“Guest room,” they said in almost perfect unison. Blaine nodded.

“I need to get another pair of shorts. There’s some clothes for you two over by the sinks.” Blaine pointed to the vanity with dual sinks. “I’ll be right back.”

Blaine left, grabbed a pair of shorts from his room, went to the bathroom for a piss and blast of mouthwash, and came back. The bathroom door was closed, and he could hear the toilet flush. He went down the hall to the guest bedroom and turned on one of the lamps. When he came back, the bathroom door was opened and both girls were combing out their hair. He walked them down to the Guest Room, where they crawled under the covers and took similar spots. Blaine lay in the middle, with Aly on his left and Teagan on his right.

“Can we keep the light on tonight?” Aly asked. Teagan nodded along.

“Sure.” Blaine agreed. In a matter of minutes, the three of them were asleep. A very light, fitful sleep interspersed with moments of panic and awkwardness.

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To Be Continued...

[Shocker]

I was never overly fond of this segment of the story, but upon rereading I noticed that you did a very good job on showing the repercussions of Blaine’s actions to his own psyche.

[LtBroccoli]

I was never overly fond of this segment of the story, but upon rereading I noticed that you did a very good job on showing the repercussions of Blaine’s actions to his own psyche.

Thanks. This was my first big story I wrote in this genre, and it fucked me up. I couldn't leave it on a "bad note", and I also wanted to explore Blaine's aftermath as well. He's been quiet for a while, but I have some plans to bring him back down the line.

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Morning wood
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The girls wake up after a night of Hell...
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The Day After – The Women Part 2(Teagan and Aly)


The three people learned a lot about each other that night. They learned that Blaine snores loud enough to wake the dead if he sleeps on his back. They learned that Teagan likes to run marathons in her sleep. They learned that Aly kicks and punches in her dreams. They learned that comforting two rape victims while sporting morning wood isn’t the best look.

And they learned that they have a lot to go through, a lot to talk about.

They woke up from an exhausted sleep around 10:00AM. While the clock says they slept for 5 hours, it felt more like 45 minutes to Blaine. When he woke they were both laying on him with their arms around each other. Seeing these two beautiful young women sleeping on him was one of the most amazing moments of his life so far. He kissed each of them on the top of their heads. He felt warm and alive.

He also felt one of their hands was on his cock, stroking it through his shorts.

As the fog in his mind registered what was going on, his next question became, ‘Whose hand is that? I should stop them before anything bad happens.’

At that moment Aly opened her eyes and mouth in a yawn, just to discover her right hand around her step-brother’s cock.

“AAAH OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGODI’MSOOSOSORRYMYGODWHATTHEHELLOHNOOHNO!” Aly screamed and jumped back, trying to make sense of what just happened. This in turn woke up Teagan, who saw Aly freaking out, saw what she was looking at, then freaked out herself at seeing Blaine’s fully erect cock.

“What the fuck, Blaine? What the fuck’s that about?” Teagan pointed to his dick. Blaine yawned.

“It’s called morning wood. It happens. He wakes up way before I do. Haven’t y’all ever seen that before?”

“How in the fuck...”

Blaine cut Teagan off.

“It wakes up on its own. It happens. Co-kella opens long before the band plays.”

“What the fuck is Co-kella? Did you name your dick after Coachella? Seriously?” Teagan shook her head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” Aly’s apologizing drew their attention.

“It’s okay, Al. You were asleep, shit happens.” Blaine’s attempt to diffuse the situation just confused Teagan further.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I was sleeping, might have been having a dream, I start moving my hand, next thing I know I’m stroking it.” Aly looked half in disbelief, half ashamed, half excited, and half-I-failed-fractions-as-a-kid.

“You. Were.”

“Yes, she was.” Blaine cut of Teagan again. “Let’s go downstairs and get some coffee and breakfast. I’ll meet you in the dining room in, like, fifteen minutes. Okay?”

“Okay.” Said Aly.

Teagan nodded her head. “That better go down on its own.”

“Trust me, it will. I’ve been dealing with this since puberty.” Blaine got up and went to the bathroom. After a quick toothbrush and piss, he went down to start the coffeemaker. He could hear the girls moving around upstairs. He checked the fridge to see what was there. He’ll probably have a boiled egg or two. There was enough other things if the girls want something. He then thought about all the things he needed to do and what the weather was like for the errands he’ll have to run.

That was when he remembered that everyone’s phones were still downstairs. Blaine raced downstairs and looked for the phones. They were right where he left them, under the bathroom sink. Right where the guys left them, to be accurate. He grabbed them and took a quick inventory. They all still worked, though the batteries were low. He had a few texts from people on his burner phone app, which he silenced and turned off notifications. He didn’t want to deal with that shit right now. He then checked out the lock screens on the other phones. Looks like Teagan had some texts from her family, and one from work. Aly had a few from Tracy, and they both had some notifications from a group chat. The same group chat that Blaine impersonated Aly in last night.

“Fuck.” He had to come up with something, and fast.

‘How about the truth, you cock sucking weasel dicked fuckface? At least, the truth from a certain point of view? You know, the one that doesn’t include setting them up to be raped.’ Blaine knew that his inner voice was at least somewhat right. The moment they opened their phones and saw what he did, they’d lose their shit on him. Better to be honest, or at least somewhat honest. The best lies have a piece of the truth in them.

Blaine came back upstairs, and the coffee was ready. He poured three cups, and put a little sweetener in his. He put a lot of cream and sugar in Aly’s, and he was pretty sure Teagan took hers black. ‘Like her men.’

“Shut up.” Blaine caught himself talking to his inner asshole as he carried the coffees and phones into the dining room.

“Who you talking to?” Aly asked as she came down the steps into the dining room.

“Just me.” Blaine set the coffees down, then placed Teagan’s phone next to her cup, and his down next to his. He held onto Aly’s for a moment before handing it over.

“Al, I got something to tell you. Try not to get too mad, but last night before all Hell broke loose, I saw that Tracy and Beth were texting, wanting to come over. I texted them from your phone not to come and that you and Tea were sick.”

Aly flashed a look of anger for a moment. Blaine continued.

“I didn’t want to deal with their shit last night. I was hoping for a nice, quiet night for just the three of us. Tracy and Beth are nice, but they sure as Hell ain’t quiet.”

Aly tried to hold onto her anger for a moment longer, but couldn’t. Not at Blaine, anyway. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You’re right. I don’t like it, but you’re right. If they came over...”

She couldn’t finish the sentence. They both knew what she was going to say.

“Yeah. The same thing would’ve happened to them.” Blaine said to Aly as Teagan came down the steps, catching the last part.

“Who?”

“Tracy and Beth. Blaine texted them last night from my phone, telling them that we were sick. That’s why they didn’t come over last night.”

Teagan took in what Aly said.

“Well, looks like he saved their asses. Literally. Those assholes would have done the same to them. But why? When?” Teagan looked straight at Blaine when she asked those last parts.

“Y’all were already drunk and high, and in another 2 hours would have passed out. Beth gets a little handsy when she drinks, and Tracy’s a little crazy. And not the fun crazy, but the ‘I want to wear your face like a mask’ crazy.” I didn’t want to have to spend the night keeping Beth’s hands off of me and Tracy away from the knives.” That might have been a little more truthful than he would have normally said, but this is one of those times where more truth is good. Sort of.

Teagan listened to Blaine and then just... sat down. Her phone lay on its face. She reached for it, but then retracted from it. She pushed to Blaine’s seat.

“They fucked with it last night, didn’t they? Those fucking assholes fucked with my phone, too? It wasn’t bad enough that they raped us every which way possible and made us fuck each other, but hey ‘let’s fuck with their phones, too.’ Fucking, God Damned...”

Teagan broke down and cried again. Blaine consoled her as she cried, putting her head on his shoulder, letting her use his shoulder as a Kleenex. After a moment, he spoke.

“Don’t trust your phones, either of you.” Aly looked at him in shock. “They made me unlock your phone. The leader did something to them last night, and spent a good 15, 20 minutes fucking around with them. He passed up a bowl to fuck with them. I wouldn’t trust anything that’s on there to be safe for a while. Email, social media, pictures, consider the phones compromised.”

The girls sat there, stunned to hear this. Aly spoke first.

“Who, who are they? Where did you meet them?”

“I met them last night. First time I ever met them was when they showed up. I went through an old buddy from school to use their dealer since Tubby was out. He hooked me up with his connection who said he’d deliver some shit. Next thing I knew, I get a text saying he’s on his way, and 4 guys with guns come rolling in the front door. Something was wrong real quick, they’re asking for more than what I ordered, that’s when I find out about the fucking coke. They saw the extra phones in my hand, the car in the driveway, and asked who else was here. I told them you two were here downstairs. I never thought what happened would happen.”

They sat there, taking in his explanation. While the girls sat pondering what Blaine said, he was working in overdrive to come up with a backstory if needed. ‘Who was the friend? When did you talk to them? How long have you known them? Where are the texts?’ That last part scared him, because he didn’t have that available.

“So, what do we do now? We can’t tell anyone, we need a lot of money, and can’t use our phones for any of this.” Aly was remarkably calm in the moment, and impressed Blaine.

“First things first. We don’t tell a fucking soul about this. This stays with us. We keep the cops out of this. We’ve got too much coke and weed in this house right now to call the police. I can get the money this week, that shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll get the money to these assholes and see what I can find out. We’ve got to clean this place up before Mom and Dad come back tomorrow. I have some errands to run, you wanna come with me?”

Teagan nodded yes on his shoulder. Aly nodded as well.

“As far as the phones, be careful with them over the next month. We’ll replace them after they have accidents. I’ll buy you each new phones. It’s my fault this happened, I need to fix this. Do this over the next month, one at a time. Go too soon and if they’re tracking they’ll know something’s up. Make sense?”

They nodded. He reached out and grabbed Aly’s hand. As he pulled her closer, she hugged him.

“We’ll get through this. We’ll get through this.”



The rest of breakfast was uneventful. Blaine made some eggs and toast for the girls and had a couple hard boiled eggs for himself. They ate what they could. They were hungry, but didn’t feel like eating too much. Blaine helped Teagan with changing her phone’s desktop to something a little less rapey. In this case, he picked a photo of Teagan’s dog. He resisted the urge to send himself the pics and video on her phone. ‘Not now.’

The girls got dressed in some sweats and hoodies and went with Blaine as he did some errands. They stayed in his car while he did some shopping, picked up two doses of Plan B, and picked up some takeout for dinner. Teagan called off of work and texted her parents that she was going to hang out at Aly’s the rest of the day. They had some lunch and the girls hung out in Aly’s room while Blaine cleaned up the theater room and his room.

It was evening by the time he finished cleaning and ordering dinner. Blaine didn’t bother them to ask what they wanted, so he ordered some General Tso’s chicken, fried rice, steamed vegetables, and some egg rolls. He was getting everything set when the girls came downstairs. They’d left their hoodies upstairs and looked like they each had a case of bed head. Teagan spoke up first.

“Listen, Blaine, Aly and I were talking, and I’m gonna stay over again tonight. I texted my parents, I’ll go home tomorrow after they leave for work. I just don’t want to see them right now. But, we need to talk about what happened. Not just the attack, but what happened with us. All three of us. We need to talk, and dinner’s as good of a time as any.”


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One more chapter left in this story...

[LtBroccoli]

Chapter Tags: Nosex, story
Content Warnings: Incompetent use of chopsticks
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Things take an unexpected turn during dinner...
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Awkward Conversations and General Tso’s (Teagan and Aly)


Blaine, Teagan, and Aly sat around the dining room table. Blaine had set out some plates and utensils for the dishes, and chopsticks for each person. There were some forks to the side, as well as some glasses of ice water. They scooped some rice and chicken on their plates and each took a few bites. Teagan said that they needed to talk, but no one wanted to break the silence. That was until Aly lost a fight with a grain of rice and put her chopsticks down.

“Who the fuck thought these were a good idea? How do you pick up rice with glorified toothpicks? What, was this some fucking joke the Chinese pulled on white people but no one told them? Fuck.” She grabbed a fork and ate her General Tso’s like an American. Blaine chuckled at her outburst.

“So, what’s going on?” Blaine asked between bites of fried rice.

Teagan spoke up. “Some stuff happened last night that we need to talk about. We can’t completely ignore it or pretend like things didn’t happen. I’m not talking about the attack itself, but what happened and what we did.”

Blaine had a confused look on his face. He wasn’t exactly sure where this was going, but had a couple ideas.

“Is this about...” Blaine let that pause go on for a moment while Teagan finished a bite of chicken.

“About how I screamed out ‘I love you’ while you were fucking me? Yeah, that’s part of it. It’s not the only thing, but it’s part of it.” Teagan took a sip of water. Blaine sat stunned, she wasn’t usually this blunt.

“Look, whatever happened...” Blaine was trying to think of something to say after that, but Teagan cut him off. He’d never been so happy about being cut off.

“Blaine, shut up for a second. I need to get this off my chest. If I don’t say things now, I don’t think I’ll ever say it.” Teagan put her chopsticks down and took a deep breath.

“Last night was the worst night of my life, I’m going to try to forget most of it but probably never will. Those men will haunt my nightmares for years, and I’m pissed off at you for how this whole thing happened and how much they hurt us and abused us because of you. But at the same time, I’m most embarrassed for opening myself up last night and enjoying it as much as I did, and I want to say that I wasn’t thinking when I screamed out those three little words, and I wasn’t. But it might be the most honest thing I’ve ever said. I’ve had a crush on you for years but you are Aly’s stepbro, and you’re like a brother to me. Fuck, you’re closer to me than my own brother, but I never thought anything would happen between us. Ever. But then last night happened, and those sick fucks forced us to fuck each other. Not only did that give me a reason to get into it, but no matter what happened, we had a ‘Get out of jail free’ card. Whatever happened between us, no matter how sick or amazing, we can excuse it. But last night while you were screwing me, I realized a dream I’ve had since I was in Junior High. You were, are, the best sex I’ve ever had with a guy. Then the way you took care of us last night, dealing with the two of us in a complete panic attack, and you didn’t take advantage of us while we were sleeping or anything. And it’s absolutely fucking crazy that I’m even thinking about any of this. But before I go any further, Aly had some things she wanted to say.”

Teagan took a couple breaths as Aly put her fork down and collected her thoughts.

“Like Tea said, last night was horrible. But at the same time, we discovered things about ourselves and each other. I found out that I like rough sex, especially butt stuff. I’m not a lesbo...”

“Neither am I.” Teagan interjected.

“But last night was not the first time I had sex with a woman. I made out with a couple girls before, and one night me and Beth got wasted and fooled around. One thing led to another, and we went all the way. I never told you because I didn’t want to scare you away or have you get all freaked out. To be honest Tea, you’re really hot and I kinda like you, but I was never gonna make that move. But like you said, after I realized that it was going to be a long night and we’re going to get used like cheap whores, I might as well try to make it less horrible. When they made us have sex with each other, I was thrilled and disgusted at the same time. I wanted to be with you, but not like this. Now, they’re making us get each other off into a fucking contest. But when you said that you’d take the beating for me, I fucking melted. At that point I wanted to do everything I could to make sure that gave you the best tongue bath of your life. Then, you bro.”

Aly turned to Blaine.

“I’d be lying if I didn’t have at least one nasty thought about you in the last 8 years. I’ve seen you get in shape, go from some douchey college kid to a successful man, and I’ve seen the way you occasionally look at me, with those sly looks at my ass when you think I’m not noticing. I notice. But I also know that if we ever did shit and Mom and Dad found out, they’d lose their minds. But last night, last night was, I don’t know how to say it but I meant what I said. I meant it when I said I love you. When I whispered that to you, I meant it. I still do.” Tears formed in Aly’s eyes.

Blaine sat there, stunned. Aly reached her hand across the table to Blaine and he grabbed it. Teagan, sitting beside Aly, grabbed her other hand under the table. Teagan continued talking while Aly tried to pull herself together.

“That sort of brings us to this next part. Like I said, I’m not a lesbian. Not that there’s anything wrong it, but that’s not me. It’s not Aly, either. But we were upstairs, talking about things, about you, us, all of us, then, well, then we well, there’s no easy way of saying this so I’ll just spit it out. We made love upstairs while you were cleaning.”

“Then again after.” Aly added.

Blaine sat stunned, not sure what to say. This wouldn’t be the first time that a chick he fucked turned dyke on him, but he didn’t know how to respond. Fortunately for him, Teagan spoke.

“Reason we’re telling you this is that we want to try something out with you. Have you ever heard of a throuple?”

“What’s a throuple?” Blaine asked, completely confused.

“We had to Google that term. It’s a relationship between three people. Instead of just a boyfriend and girlfriend, each person is tied to the others. So, Tea and I would like to know if you’d be our boyfriend?” Aly squeezed Blaine’s hand a little harder. He almost pulled away, but kept it there.

Blaine had a look on his face like someone had just pulled a gun on him then gave him a winning lottery ticket. The girls looked nervous over how long he took to answer.

“So, you’re serious right? Two beautiful women are asking me to be their boyfriend at the same time, and they’re cool with it? And they’re also into each other, but only each other? Okay, I’m in.”

The girls were excited and gave each other a quick kiss.

“I have no clue how this will work, and we have to keep things on the DL while we live here. Mom and Dad will probably kill us if they catch us fooling around. I’m not sure who they’d be more pissed at, but the ass whoopings involved would be epic. We’ll figure out how this will work as we go.”

They finished dinner quickly then retired to the living room to hang out before moving upstairs to the guest room for the night. They explored each other that night, taking their time and being gentle with one another. As they slept, the girls still had nightmares, but not as ferocious as before. In the morning, Blaine went to his bedroom office to work remotely while Aly went with Teagan over to her house.

Blaine wasn’t sure how this happened, but for the first time all day he didn’t hear the voice calling him a liar and an asshole. Now it was repeating ‘NEVER SAY A FUCKING WORD.’

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Sam and Steve will return soon in "Bubbles Has Entered the Chat". Joe will return in "Marital Strife".

[Shocker]

Really looking forward to Bubbles. Overall an excellent story, and I didn't mind at all that this wasn't even just my second time reading it.