Revenge of the Prom Date

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"Wake up, my mom's home!" Becky shook me awake. It was morning, based on the light from the window.

"Shit," I said, keeping my voice down, "you didn't tell her I was coming over, did you?"

"No, I didn't," she whispered to me. "She'll probably be coming up here to ask about last night." I was just sliding on my pants when we heard footsteps on the stairs. "Get under the bed," she hissed.

I grabbed the rest of my tuxedo, and had just slid out of site when Becky's mom knocked on the door, then opened it. Becky was lying in bed, hiding her nudity under her sheets. "Good morning, dear," I heard from her mom.

"Hi Mom," she said.

"So how was prom?"

Becky tried to play it cool. "It was fine. I had a great time with Kevin and with Rae."

"Really? I heard there was some commotion last night at the school."

"You did? What did you hear?" Becky asked. I was also wondering what word had spread to the parents. If Becky's mom had heard, my parents probably had too.

"Well, I heard Johnny got arrested." Becky's mom sat on the bed. Her ankles were near my face. I tried not to breathe on them. "Did Johnny and Kevin fight?"

"Well, there was a fight, but it was over really quick," Becky said. I looked down at the bruise on my abdomen. The fight wasn't quick enough, I thought. Becky continued, "Rae pepper sprayed Johnny before anything big went down."

Becky's mom was wise to the situation. "So the police just happened to be there?"

"Yeah, the police were there. Just lucky, huh?"

A pause. Becky's mom knew more than she was letting on, but Becky wasn't confirming anything. "Okay. Well. If you feel like telling me more about it, I'll be downstairs."

"Okay Mom."

I watched the mom's legs move towards the door. "Okay Rebecca," she said, and just before she left, closing the door behind her, called out, "By the way, Kevin, I know you're here. Your car's still outside."

I froze. She had known I was there the whole time. As the door clicked shut, Becky couldn't help but laugh out loud. I climbed out from under the bed, irritated at first, but then I joined her.

"Come here," she held out her arms to me. I came in close and kissed her. Then I saw the clock. "10:00? I gotta get home!"

I went to throw on my shirt, then looked back at Becky. She looked sad. I wondered if she felt like I was leaving her, like she'd been a one-night stand. I leaned in and kissed her again. "I'll call you later, Rebecca," I said, using her proper name as her mom had.

She laughed, and told me, "You better call. And don't call me Rebecca."

"Bye, Becky. Thanks for the great night."

"Thank you. See you later, Kevin."

--

When I got home, my parents were in the living room, waiting for me. Rachel was sitting on the couch, still in her pajamas, head down. Dad and my step-mom (who I just called Mom) looked angry. I could tell from their postures that Rachel had just been grilled about yesterday's conflict, and I was walking into the fire myself.

I looked at Rachel, and instantly felt bad. She'd done everything right yesterday. I deserved to get yelled at, not her, but I hadn't been home. Rachel looked like she'd taken the hit for me.

"Sit down, son," said my dad. "Rachel, you can go." Rachel didn't waste time, and bolted up the stairs, without saying a word or making eye contact.

I moved towards the couch, but before I sat down, I asked them, "Did you yell at her?"

Mom answered, "She pepper sprayed a boy at school, so yes, we did. She's grounded."

I spoke calmly, trying not to lose my temper at them. "She did everything right yesterday. She deserves praise, not punishment."

"Are you implying it's okay to hurt people at the prom?" asked Mom.

"Did she tell you why she did it?"

"No, she wouldn't say, just that he's Becky's ex."

I raised my voice. "Becky's ex, who cheated on her, and abused her. That's why she broke up with him. Then he made threats online to any guy who would take her to prom in his place." I paused to take a breath. "Did she tell you they arrested him?"

"We heard that already, but no one knows why," said Dad. "Does Rachel know? Do you?"

"Rachel knows some of it, but I know everything," I told them. I revealed most of what I knew: how I had hacked Johnny's computer, how I had found the sex videos and turned them over to the police, how I had threatened Ramon and his mother to get them to run away, how I had set up T-Dog with drugs in his car, how I had recorded everything at the school to show that Johnny attacked me and I didn't throw a punch.

To their credit, my parents were silent as I laid everything out for them. I don't think they knew I was that good a hacker, or that I was clever and connected enough to put all of that plot together. I didn't mention Marcus, or Gary, or Freddy, as I didn't want them implicated.

"In the end," I told them, "Rachel was the hero. She saved me from a vicious beatdown. It wouldn't have been necessary at all if the cops had been at the school at 6:00 like they promised they'd be." Then I went back on the offense. "And for her trouble, you both yelled at her and grounded her." I realized I had started yelling at my parents, but I couldn't stop. "How dare you. You don't even measure up to her level. She's the best person I know, and you made her feel like shit. How dare you." I stood up, facing them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get dressed and go to the police station, so I can turn myself in."

I stormed up the stairs and quickly showered and changed clothes. When I emerged from my bedroom, to my surprise, I found Rachel standing in the hall, her cheeks wet with tears. She lept into my arms, hugging me fiercely, without letting go. "Kevin, I can't believe you said all that. You defended me. I love you."

"I love you too, Rae." I meant it.

"No," she whispered into my ear. "I love you. I've loved you for a while. More than a brother. I wish you weren't my brother. You're the best guy I know."

Becky's suspicions had been right on. But what I didn't realize last night, and what I was starting to realize this morning, was that I felt the same way. "Rachel, I love you too. More than a sister," I whispered to her. "You're so amazing, I don't deserve a girl like you."

She sobbed into my shoulder. "Do you really have to turn yourself in to the police?"

"Yes," I admitted. "I'm hoping they take it easy on me."

"I want to go with you."

"No," I said. "You stay here. I'll be back. I'll let you know what happens. I promise." Then I kissed her, just for a second, and left without looking back.

--

At 12:50, I walked into the police station, and found Detective Wilson near the front desk with another man.

"Ah, here he is," he said. "Kevin, this is Mr. Sanders, John Monroe's attorney."

The attorney offered his hand. I didn't shake it. "Detective, I'm ready to talk."

"I'm ready to listen," he said. The three of us headed into a conference room.

I waited for one of them to start talking. Neither did. They looked at me. So I started from the beginning. "Five days ago, I hacked Johnny Monroe's computer. I was looking for leverage to get him to leave his ex-girlfriend, Rebecca George, alone. What I didn't expect was to find several video files, taken from a webcam in his bedroom, of him having sex with Rebecca and a few other girls. I found out later that at least one of those girls was 16 at the time. Rebecca didn't know about the camera at all, and I'm willing to bet none of the others knew either. Their parents probably won't be very happy when they find out."

"So you admit to illegally obtaining data from Mr. Monroe's computer?" asked the attorney.

"Yes. I also found that he distributed those same video files to the computers of his friends."

The attorney turned to the detective. "You see, you can't hold my client based on evidence that was obtained illegally."

"Yes I can, but not for long," answered the detective. "Kevin, I'm going to need more evidence to hold him longer."

I slid another flashdrive across the table. "That's video of the fight yesterday. Johnny came at me while I protected Rebecca and my sister Rachel. He had brass knuckles, which I avoided, but he punched me twice in the stomach." I lifted my T-shirt, showing the bruise. "Then my sister got him to stop by using pepper spray." I looked at the detective. "None of that would have happened if you'd been there on time, by the way."

He looked cross for a second, but then relaxed. "My apologies. Anything else?"

"No."

The door opened behind me. "Detective Wilson?" I turned around to see Becky. Rachel was in the hall behind her. "I have something to add."

The detective ushered them both inside. Becky sat there and explained how Johnny had forced her into anal sex the last time she'd been at his house, hurting her, and that the last video was proof. The detective agreed that it was assault, which made the attorney frown. I could tell Johnny's parents had hired him to get their son out of jail quickly, and he was realizing that wasn't going to happen.

When Becky had finished, the detective turned to me. "Now what do we do with you?" He stood up and started to pace. "You did break the law, but you did it for a noble cause." He paced more, then turned to look at me. "Petty theft. Pay a fine of $100 at the window."

The attorney was fuming. "You can't be serious."

Wilson shrugged. "Feel free to bring civil charges if your clients aren't satisfied." The attorney stormed out.

Detective Wilson watched him go, then reached for his wallet. "Here, kid." He handed me a $100 bill.

I was shocked. "You're paying my fine?"

He patted me on the shoulder. "I've got daughters of my own. I would have done so much worse to any guy who would hurt them." Then he turned to leave. "Good afternoon, ladies. And you," he pointed at me, "stay out of trouble."

"Yes sir."

When he was gone, I was left alone with the girls. I spoke first. "Becky, I didn't think you'd come. You said you didn't want to tell anyone."

"I know. But that was before Rae came and got me," Becky said. "Why didn't you tell me you were turning yourself into the police?"

"I didn't want to ruin your prom night. I also didn't really know what to expect when I came in here."

She hugged me close. "Promise me you'll tell me from now on, if you're in trouble. Do you realize how sick I would've been, if you'd gone to prison? Without telling me?"

I hugged her back. "I promise." At this point, I broke down and cried a little myself. It was understandable, looking back on it - I had just had the most stressful, most memorable week of my life. I had been bottling everything up, and could just now finally relax.

Rachel came over and hugged the both of us. "I'm proud of you, big brother. And I'm proud of you, Becky, for coming forward with your story."

--

We left the police station and went to a local burger joint. In my escape from Becky's house, I had missed breakfast, and in my haste to turn myself in, I had skipped lunch too. By now it was past 2:00 and I was starving and exhausted. The girls were eager to treat me to lunch as their thanks. As I chowed down on a well-deserved feast, they told me what had happened in the last couple hours.

When I'd stormed out on my parents, they went to Rachel and apologized, and officially un-grounded her. They had mostly been mad at her because she refused to tell them what happened, since I had told everyone involved to keep it a secret. After I told them everything, they praised Rachel's actions in a dangerous situation. They had already promised to buy her a decent used car for a graduation gift, but now they were increasing the budget to get something nicer and/or newer, and they promised to lend them one of their cars anytime she wanted until they bought it.

After I'd left my house, leaving Rachel in tears about my potential arrest, she immediately drove to Becky's house and confronted her. Becky had still been hesitant to talk about her assault, but was able to open up after hearing from Rachel that I might go to jail for helping her. The two of them sped to the police station to help me out. I was glad they showed up when they did.

They had also discussed me, and had both been honest with each other about their feelings. Becky was going to attend State college in the fall, and was hoping to pursue a relationship with me. Rachel had fallen in love with me too, which we all knew would be generally frowned upon, but somehow Becky didn't find it weird at all. Rachel was still going to Hamilton in the fall, however, as they had great programs for what she wanted, and they'd offered her a much better scholarship. But she planned on visiting us at State every chance she got, and hoped we'd do the same.

I was wondering if this was going to put these two friends at odds with each other, but oddly enough, they respected each others' feelings. I also expected for them to demand I make a choice between them immediately, but they didn't. I was waiting for some kind of bad news, and it never came, so I bravely asked them, "So where does this leave us?"

They exchanged a look. Rachel started, "Well..." then stopped.

Becky took over. "Kevin, I really like you, and I think you really like me. But I think you're in love with Rachel. Aren't you?"

I couldn't say no. "Yes."

She continued. "And Rachel is in love with you. So we've come up with a unique solution."

I waited. Neither of them spoke. "What's the solution?"

Rachel said, "We think you should date both of us. For the summer, anyway."

I was confused, "I'll date both of you? How does that work?"

Rachel explained, "Officially, you'll be dating Becky, since we're still step-siblings. But unofficially, you'll be dating me."

I was still unclear. "So we'll be going on three-person dates?" They nodded, so I continued. "And... other stuff?"

They looked at each other. Becky took the lead on that question. "We'll have to figure out the details, but Rachel said she's okay with you and I having some... benefits. As long as you're taking care of her."

Rachel was beet red, not making eye contact. I was stunned, but I took my sister's hand. "Rachel, I love you. I would love to date you."

Rachel looked into my eyes. "I love you too."

There was a quiet moment at our table, until Becky burst out giggling. "Rae wants her brother's cock inside her!" she whispered.

"SHHH!" Rachel scolded her. "Shut up! Let's try not to tell the whole world. Geez."

--

I drove Becky home, kissing her goodbye, and promising to call later. I saw her mom wave from the window, and I waved back, playing the part of the official boyfriend.

When I got home, my parents were waiting for me, as Rachel had arrived first. I told them about the police station, and they hugged me, saying they were proud of me. I apologized for yelling at them, and they easily forgave me. I think if I'd been younger, they might have tried to ground me, but that's kind of hard to do to a 20-year-old. I told them I was glad they apologized to Rachel and that she wouldn't be punished.

Sunday nights were their regular night out with their friends. Normally, that meant pizza and movies for Rachel and I. Our parents offered to skip it and stay home with us, but Rachel and I convinced them to go.

After they were gone, we did order pizza. We tried to sit on the couch together, watching a movie we'd both seen several times. But the tension was so strong, that we ran straight for my bedroom. By the time we'd gotten upstairs, both of us had removed our shirts and discarded them on the floor of the hallway. I pulled her in close, into our first full lovers' kiss. I managed to unclasp her bra, and she stripped it away, revealing her small but lovely breasts to me for the first time. We undid our own pants, and soon only underwear separated our bodies as we contined to passionately kiss.

I was going to push her on the bed and give a repeat performance from last night, but she beat me to it. She broke the kiss first, stripped off her little blue panties, and laid on the bed. "Becky told me you're an expert. Come show me," she said, beckoning with her fingers.

I wasn't going to say no to that invitation. I teased her by kissing her abdomen first, kissing around her perfect navel, making a soft caressing trail downwards to her wet pussy. Becky had been completely shaved, but Rachel had a trimmed herself a small landing strip, pointing the way to her most sacred place.

I licked her slit. She tasted different from Becky, but just as good. I nuzzled and licked her as she squealed in delight, "Yes! Yes! Oh my god YES!" She came a bit more quickly than Becky had, which I chalked up to her inexperience.

Just before I could put my dick inside my sister, the doorbell rang. We had forgotten about the pizza. I kissed Rachel quickly, then threw on a robe and dashed down the stairs.

When I threw open the door, the pizza guy squinted at me at first, then exclaimed, "Yo! You're that guy that fought Johnny Monroe! You're my hero, dude."

"Thanks, dude," I told him, imitating him a bit. "Keep the change." I tossed the money at him, grabbing the pizza, and closing the door. I left the pizza on the table and ran back upstairs.

Rachel had turned over onto her stomach. "Come fuck me, big brother," she sang, showing me her pussy lips, framed by her cute little ass. My dick had deflated a bit during my pizza run, but this vision of loveliness on my bed was bringing it right back to full hardness.

"I'm gonna, little sister. It might hurt a bit," I told her, remembering she was still a virgin.

"It's okay," she said. "Just be gentle."

I placed my dick at her entrance, rubbing it up and down a little, getting everything wet and ready. Then I pushed very slowly. I heard her say "Oh!" as I popped just the head inside.

"Okay?"

"Yes, keep going!" she commanded. So I pushed in further and further. I found no barrier as I continued, she'd tell me later that she'd broken her hymen years ago with a toy. I pulled back a bit, then pushed forward more, gripping her hips. She was wet, but so tight.

"Fuck me, Kevin, fuck your sister," she said, and I started building up my rhythm. It was slow going at first, but as she relaxed, her pussy began to loosen a bit and I was able to give her more motion with each thrust. She started making small moans with each inward thrust, and I found that the deeper I went, the louder the moaning got. Soon the moans turned into words: "Oh, fuck, oh, oh, fuck, yes!"

I picked up the pace, intent on making her cum again. But her tight pussy and her small cooing words were driving me crazy, so I had to control myself. "Can I come in you?" I asked, keeping the rhythm going.

"Yes! Come in me," she said, "Come in me like you did Becky."

I fucked her faster and harder, and in the end I made her climax just before I did. When I pulled out, I watched for a second as my jizz oozed from her magnificent pussy lips.

Then I lay down on the bed, collecting myself. She laid on top of me, peppering my face with kisses. "That was incredible," she said, "I love you, big brother."

"I love you little sister." We laid for a moment. Then I remembered the food downstairs. "Want some cold pizza?"

She laughed, "Yes, definitely. And then maybe another round before Mom and Dad get home?"

"Sounds like a plan," I said, giving her another deep, loving kiss.

--

The next morning, I woke up alone. Last night, we'd gorged ourselves on pizza. All the while, Rae was giggling that she was leaking my semen onto her chair. Then, with our calories built up again, we returned to my room for a very quick fuck before our parents got home. Rae and I agreed it was best to keep our new relationship hidden from our parents.

It was 9:00, so Rachel was already in school. But I found two text messages on my phone. One from Rachel at 8:03, with just a kissy face emoji. The other from 8:11 from Becky, wishing me a good morning. I was still kinda finding this double-girlfriend thing weird, but I texted both back with a happy face, wishing them both a good day at school. They had only a few days left before finals, then graduation.