Feature Writer: Redsliver

Feature Title: LIKE RABBITS 5

Published: 05.08.2014

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Mind Control, Ma/Fa, mt/ft, Ma/ft, Fa/Fa, ft/ft, Fa/ft, Mult, Teenagers, Mind Control, Magic, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Science Fiction, Paranormal, Incest, Brother, Sister, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Group Sex, Orgy, Black Female, White Male, White Female, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Double Penetration, Slow, Violent

Synopsis: Carter was an island with a history of violence, romance, piracy and witchcraft. Today it feels like a hole. One Emily wishes to run away and crawl into. The only problem is what is waiting for her there.

Like Rabbits 5

Craig 4

The sun burned gold with a lazy heat. It was nearing the end of June. Clouds above formed a wispy halo along the horizon. The glimpse of heaven, became another as Craig rolled aside on the soft sand of the lake shore. Diane matched his roll, settling her broad smile and sharpening eyes just over Craig’s face.

Sand skittered off of Diane’s shoulders. He had raised his hand along her skin. She descended when he pulled her down. They fell into a mad kiss. Her hair hung heavy with lake water; the curls had become limp and damp. The slow drip of lake water gave their flushed cheeks a shimmer. Sighing, chest hugged to chest, their kiss broke.

“You should have told me you could kiss!” Diane whispered. She licked her own lips and his.

“I can fuck.” Craig grinned. Her thigh rubbed up and down over his cock. He was furiously hard. Footsteps slipped past them. Shaken off droplets drizzling over the pair on the ground.

“I’m going to make you scream,” Keira laughed out her first words in a couple of hours. Emily let out a matching passionate chortle as she was spun and tossed backward. The lounge chair’s rubber bands squeaked and groaned. “You’re mine.”

Diane and Craig heard and felt but cared little. They had begun snapping vicious little kisses over each other’s lips. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled away from the meat of his chest. He forbid her retreat; he kept her pressed tight against him. He had her wrist in a death grip. He bucked his hips against her legs. She dragged her pussy over the waistband of his shorts.

Four tongues, matched in two duels, resulted in one wet symphony.

“We should–” Emily protested and whimpered during the breath long interruptions of Keira’s enthusiastic kissing. The little brunette had whipped her skinny arms out of her swim suit. Emily peeled the fabric from Keira’s breasts. Two small unsunned bulges of white flesh deformed under Emily’s fingers. Thumbnails dug into nipples. Keira retaliated with her kiss. Emily couldn’t fight the weight centered on her stomach.

Diane fought to retrieve her hand but Craig kept it held out from their bodies. She pulled off the kiss, pleading. He pulled her back down. If she refused or dodged the kiss, he happily busied himself with licks and kisses to her cheek, jaw, or earlobe. They writhed tighter together. Her hips shook and jittered. She forced her bikini covered pussy tight on Craig’s hip.

“You told me you could fuck!” Her whisper was a whimper. Breezes and impatience were leaving her skin covered in goosebumps.

“Keira–” Emily surrendered to another kiss. She pulled Keira’s breasts against her own. Keira grabbed the straps of Emily’s suit and pulled them off her shoulders. Emily’s skin became revealed in rough impatient jerks. She had to let go of Keira. Emily wiggled, snaking arms out of her clothes. Keira sat up, her lips wet and cocky.

“I hate your tits.” Keira slapped the revealed flesh. She picked up each in her hands and circled the nipples with her thumbs. “They’re fat and perfect. Why do you get these?”

“You can have them,” Emily panted. Her eyes flashed in their ghostly green. “Whenever you want!”

“Of course I can,” Keira leaned her weight onto her hands. Emily’s breast squished, reddening in Keira’s angry grip.

“Yeah baby,” Diane grunted. She had been rolled onto her back. “Oh, shit. Baby, you’re so good! Powerful!”

Craig cut a smirk at Diane’s bedroom talk. He slammed her hand into the sand that was polluting her hair. “You’re so fucking hot!”

He kissed her before he giggled at himself. They attacked each other’s mouths with sloppy fervor. She slipped her fingers from his hair and held his neck. He took his hand from beneath her and sought her tits.

He didn’t know what he was doing. Every action poured out from him without consent. Their latest kiss ended. He caught her eyes. She was burning bright. She whispered, “Fucking hell, Craig! Give me it! Give me everything!”

“You’d take it, too,” his knee split her thighs open. “You’d take it all. You’re just built to be fucked. You need cock.”

“You know I do!” Diane’s voice left her lips vibrating desperately. Craig lifted her breast as he scaled down her body. He took her wide nipple in his mouth. He sucked and pulled and bit. “You son of a bitch! Suck on my tits!”

Craig’s eyes scrolled up past Diane’s screaming face to the other couple. Keira was perched over Emily. His sister cursed and abused Emily’s tits. He was lost, hormones, impatience and something desperate attached himself to the girl beneath him. He still wanted. He still craved. Emily’s eyes were closed as she thrashed her head back and forth. Blond hair obscured her reddening face. She was bucking her hips up. Something desperate had Emily as well.

“You’re just going to lay there and take it,” Keira smirked. Her hands rolled around on Emily’s breasts. The rough aggression had been momentary. Emily hung onto Keira at her elbows and upper arms.

“Please, Keira,” Emily begged. “Please!”

“I’m very pleased,” the brunette sneered.

“Fucking stop teasing!” Emily shouted.

Fucking stop teasing.

Diane and Craig locked eyes immediately. Their hands left each other. Bottoms could not come off faster. He grabbed her pussy even before she could shimmy her bottoms past her ankles. His shorts sailed out onto the lake. He forced her legs wider. Unguided, his cock drove fully into his first pussy.

“Oh God! You’re fucking me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Diane moaned, spat, and yelped.

“Ugh…” Craig articulated. He wanted to play her game. He wanted to shout and to curse. He didn’t have the brainpower to form the words.

“You fucking piece of meat! Give it to me! You’re deep inside me!”

“Holy shit!” Emily sat up and unseated Keira from her lap. The brunette scurried backwards and settled low between Emily’s thighs. Emily’s suit was pulled away from her pussy. Keira slapped Emily on the stomach, dropping her down and kissing her sharply, after the fingers she had already stabbed into Emily’s sex. “Keira!”

Emily shouted the name with a hoarse determination. But her neck was still crooked, her eyes were still aimed elsewhere, her mind focused across the sand. Emily watched Craig and Diane as they inched across the itchy sand in a slow slug crawl. He was fucking hard and Diane was narrating. Her own breathy gasps strangled, twisted, and awkward. Emily felt her throat tighten and her whole face, throat, and chest were red as a sunburn. “Fucking Diane!” Craig finally announced. It was less descriptive and imaginative than Diane’s.

“Drive your cock in my pussy! Fill my slut cunt! Make me your little bitch! This cock is mine!” Diane shouted and locked eyes with every exclamation. Craig’s whole body was rocking and shaking in a silent body laugh. Diane eagerly spit out vile and sexy outbursts. Craig was dripping in sweat and Diane shimmered in sunlight and her own perspiration.

“I need to cum!” Craig pleaded, something desperate had been holding him back. He felt like every spasm of pussy around his cock should be a final climax. He slammed more greedily into Diane. He slammed against some impossible wall. His balls churned. Muscles contracted. He was tight and furious. Diane bucked along underneath.

“Fuck, it hurts,” Craig felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“It hurts like hell!” Diane hissed as Craig grew more and more aggressive. She tried to roll her hips with his inward thrusts. She was grinding her clit off his pelvic bone. Her shoulders rolled and essed the sand below her. She had never felt so desperate.

Emily thrashed and moaned. Keira was less frantic in her pussy. The tongue on her clit steady and insistent. The fingers inside her wriggled with soft care. Emily had hooked her right leg over Keira’s shoulder. The left leg was pushed wide open with Keira’s free hand.

“Suck my clit,” Emily whispered in a barely audible whisper. “Eat me. Lick me. Christ! Keira!”

Emily could see the sun through her eyelids. A pink orange glow that was pulsing with white flashes. She was near cumming. It washed through her skin like lightning inside a cloud, kicking and begging to slam down into the ground. Keira continued forcing Emily down her inevitable path.

“Fuck!” The first spasm was a herald. Emily rocked and slashed her hair back and forth. The sunlight through her eyes darkened as sweat drenched blond curls fell across her eyelids. Her lips opened in a yelp turned whistle. Her diaphragm started kicking as she was cumming. Each breath was railroaded by an empty breath, “Kei–lick me–fuck–eat–pussy.”

Eat pussy.

Hollering, Craig whipped his cock out of Diane. He skidded backwards and dove his face in between Diane’s thighs. The skin was angry red. Her pussy a fiercer shade. Diane sighed in momentary respite. She screeched when her pussy was sucked. Craig had no finesse, no experience, no skill. Diane couldn’t care. Her body was used and sensitive. Every nerve ending was half on fire. She slammed back into her invisible wall. Her eyes were red and run with tears. Craig licked hard up her lips and across her clit. She cussed and bucked. Her sexy demands had collapsed into pleases, nows, fucking Jesuses, and holy shits.

“Keira, sweetie,” Emily was a little dazed, but Diane’s exuberance revived her quickly. Emily picked Keira from between her thighs with a hand on either cheek. Emily kissed her wetness off of Keira’s lips. They pecked and murmured happily. Emily pulled back and looked to see Diane tugging hard on Craig’s hair with both hands. “They look good together, right?”

“I don’t really care for either of them,” Keira gave her brother and Diane a momentary look.

“Oh,” Emily didn’t process the comment as she and Keira met for another minute long kiss. Emily opened her green eyes and smiled at Keira, “So long as you like being with me.”

Keira opened her mouth to answer. The response was eaten in another kiss; Diane was growing hoarse and her pleas were bubbling into nonsense. Emily pulled back from the kiss. Her hands still resting lightly on Keira’s cheek, “You’re going to cum now.”

You’re going to cum now.

“Fuck! Craig!” Diane shouted. Craig also cried out into the soaking muffler that was Diane’s pussy. Keira just started panting and twisting in Emily’s grasp. Diane hissed and collapsed in a thrash of limbs. Craig rose up as his dick spat semen all across the beach beneath him. Keira fell forward, gaping silently like a fish. All three soon stopped and sunk downward.

“That was intense,” Diane sighed. Her rasp disappearing as her lungs calmed down. She stroked Craig’s hair. He used her drenched thigh as a pillow.

“Oh my God,” Keira hugged Emily tightly and buried her face on Emily’s breasts, “Why did we do that in front of my brother?”

“I don’t see how we could have stopped,” Emily admitted. There was something gone now. The feeling of afterglow suffusing a panicked need she hadn’t realized was there until it had left. She looked into Keira’s eyes. No, not quite gone.

“I know,” Keira tilted her face back down. She pulled Emily’s chest tighter against her cheek.

“Hi Craig,” Diane blushed a dark red.

“Uh … Hey,” Craig rose up off her leg. He moved back and sat on his heels. Sand was glued to his belly. His hair was a wild mess. He couldn’t balance his magic smile with his inability to look at anyone in their eyes. He turned to see his shorts floating not far off shore.

“I have no idea why we did that,” Diane had turned herself so she had her back to Keira and Emily. Her right knee was pitched up and making a poor shield between her breasts and Craig.

“Thanks,” muttered Craig.

“No!” Diane lunged forward and scooped up Craig’s face in both hands. “No! That’s not what I mean. I—”

“Save it,” Craig pushed out of her grasp. Diane fell back onto her discarded bottoms. The metal studs poked her uncomfortably. She did not react as Craig barreled into the water after his shorts.

The water cut Craig’s calves with a surprising cold. He quashed the flinch, rushing to his shorts. He refused to look back as he rushed into his clothes. When he was covered, he turned. Emily was covered again; Keira, less so, hugged Emily from behind. Diane was accepting a towel, she seemed really uneasy. She made an effort to sit on the foot of the beach chair with her rigid back to Craig. Craig panicked. He started listening.

“—dishonest, but I really like Craig. It seems to be working out, but I still feel a little bit sorry.” Emily apologized.

“Just a little eensy teensy bit,” Keira confirmed with a measure of spite.

“I’m sort of surprised you like him so much,” Emily blushed a sheepish scarlet. Diane visibly relaxed.

“I really do.” Craig heard Diane’s smile, even before she turned and shared it with him. Craig couldn’t quite clear his head, but he started to feel a bit better.

“The only question I have is: How the hell did we get so hot to bang on the beach?” Diane turned her head back to the girls, but kept her body partially turned. Craig’s eyes mapped the contours of her profile as he stepped clear of the water.

“I don’t even know!” Keira squeaked, “Shit! Everyone’s gonna say I’m a dyke.”

Emily tried not to look hurt. Rationally, she figured Keira was having trouble with the situation, not with Emily. It still hurt. Was Emily just a girl that Keira could experiment with? Was what attracted her to Keira her expiration date? She squeezed Keira’s fingers that lay across her belly.

“It’s not the end of the world,” Diane shrugged, “There are a couple of meathead bullies, and Maya’s a piece of shit, but it’s not like most people are.”

“I’m not ready,” Keira said firmly.

“That’s enough for me,” Craig announced, happy to move the conversation away from his sister’s sexuality. Keira just stared at Craig as if he had grown another head. Emily took time to take a deep breath and stop. Diane just waited with a smile on her face.

“Your brother’s right,” Emily turned and took both of Keira’s hands into hers, “I don’t need or care about what anyone else thinks. It’s only our business. I only care about how we feel. How we love.”

Love.

Diane turned and fell against Craig once more. He brandished a fearless grin. Her lips tugged in nervous energy. She tried to shake her head, clear a cobweb or three, but he kissed her. Desperate but unhurried, they snaked arms around each other. She had never been held so tightly.

Emily was ecstatic when Keira immediately responded to her with a kiss. She had been terrified when the word love escaped her lips. If she had only taken a second longer, a heartbeat more, she could have saved herself the vulnerability of putting her feelings out before her. Keira caught them. Keira accepted them. Keira returned them.

The two pairs of teenagers began migrating. Slowly, unwilling to disconnect for more than a few heartbeats. They traveled across the lakefront. There were few places to go. Emily had her eyes on the little cottage. The second time she had been with Keira had been on the old green armchair near the kitchenette. The third had been tight inside the shower stall. Diane grew impatient, as they passed the picnic table, she backed down onto the waterside bench. Craig knelt beside her as she laid down. She had visions of Prince Charming kissing Snow White as he laid a soft peck upon her lips.

“You’re too dressed,” Keira whispered up to Emily. The blonde stopped in their circuit around the picnic table. She wanted to go on, but Keira’s impatience won out. Emily tried to make it slow and sexy as she undressed, but Keira kept rushing her. She was quickly fully naked. The light gradient of her tan clear upon her breasts. Her nipples stood out sharply. Much longer and much wider than Keira’s little pink circles. The brunette swiftly stepped out of her swimsuit. Emily turned her head back from Craig and Diane as Keira looked up. Emily did not appreciate the rough wood under her bare butt. She combated the feeling by pulling Keira onto her lap. Their kisses no longer kept their previous gingerly pace.

Diane changed her tune. She wasn’t shouting and pleading and crafting the most perverse statements Craig had ever heard. She was whispering; her breaths rolled out on a slight whimper. She grimaced as their kiss parted for the seventh time and she dropped the back of her head onto the benchtop. Something was wrong, she looked up and saw Craig’s brown eyes. She had always found the man smart, not necessarily charismatic or clever, but intelligent and smug. His eyes were darker than usual, somehow flatter. He kissed her, and it was amazing; but he pulled away and she could feel her body shiver in something not unlike terror. He kissed her again.

“Craig.” She wanted to find someway to stop him but she found the wrong words, “I need you.”

He answered with a smile. He quickly pulled off his shorts again. His cock was hard and ready and she eagerly quaked. This time he kissed her throat, her knee bumped the picnic tabletop and her eyes flew wide. That feeling of wrongness was acute. She needed to stop. Her legs were still wide and accepting. Craig entered her and the wrongness evaporated.

“Oh Keira,” Emily moaned happily as she settled the brunette onto her lap. Emily’s fingers sifted through the trimmed hair of Keira’s sex. Flesh bucked and shivered under her fingers. Keira’s arms hung on tighter around her neck. Emily put her lips to Keira’s ear, “You are so wet! You are so hungry for my fingers!”

Craig interrupted her whispers with a loud grunt. Emily bit the inside of her cheek to hold back a fit of nervous giggles. She wrapped her second hand tighter around Keira’s body. Clasping one hand around Keira’s rocking breasts and guiding the second hand over her lips and clitoris.

“Thank you, Craig,” Diane muttered with every full stroke in and out of her. He was rushing nothing and she was feeling nearly his full weight on top of her. She was feeling frightening things. The warmth inside her reminded her of her early times with Jenny. The feelings she had given up when she had begun having sex with Sam, Lorne, or Owen. Her eyes were pulled tightly closed. Her lips were pulled back in a rictus grin. If she let go of any control she feared she might start crying.

“Goddammit! Emily! Make me cum!” Keira was fighting to control herself. She wanted to let go, but her whole body was hanging at the edge of a precipice, and she couldn’t. Emily pressed her first finger inside Keira. The little brunette girl sank her teeth into the side of Emily’s neck. Emily shrieked. But her scream was bracketed in a very wet smile.

“You can cum, Keira,” Emily whispered supportively, “You can feel that pussy cum.”

Feel that pussy cum.

Diane let out a soundless howl and held Craig as tightly against herself as she could. She was creaming around his cock. Her ankles hooked in behind his knees. Anything she could, to keep him inside her. He frustrated her further, continuing to pull out and push into Diane. She moaned and rocked as her body twisted with lust.

“Em–” was all Keira had enunciated as she felt the orgasm roll out from her pussy and into the tips of her fingers, toes, and nose. She went still, her breaths diminishing and her face flushing red, she tugged Emily tightly to her and the fingers disappeared from her sex. Emily’s wet fingers ran along the side of Keira’s cheeks. Keira’s eyes flashed open, something soft and empty hovered behind the bedroom need. Emily leaned in and kissed Keira.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Craig brushed aside Diane’s hair. She looked up and saw a warmth that frightened her for a heartbeat. He was still seated inside her and she could still feel the hard need of his cock. He wasn’t using her to help himself. He was waiting for her. She yelped in as undignified way as she could manage. Craig let himself be pushed up off of and out of Diane. She scurried backwards, her breath hammering under her breasts.

“Ow! Fuck!” She wasn’t quite out from under Craig when her whole body jumped. She twisted in two directions and fell onto the sand. She reached for her ass as she rolled over and yanked a splinter from her butt. She was looking at it cross-eyed, “Ow…”

“Are you alright?” Craig approached from behind and put his arm around her shoulders. Emily was walking over and Keira was standing only because she gripped Emily’s right arm so tightly.

“Its just a splinter.” Diane shook her head. She grew rigid as Craig passed his hand over both of her butt cheeks.

“Well you don’t seem to be bleeding,” he said with a smile.

“Yeah, she’s used to having a prick in her ass,” Keira wasn’t quite laughing as she quipped. Emily did and squeezed Keira’s hand in a reprimand of the tone, not the words.

“Do you want to get packed up?” Emily asked. Diane looked more than a little frazzled. Emily pulled her eyes away from Craig’s cock for what seemed like the twentieth time. It was so hard and wet. She looked back up to Diane and tried to smile.

“You want me to leave him with that?” Diane had followed Emily’s eyes.

“No, but–”

“Fair enough. No butts. I’ve had more than enough pricks up there anyways,” Diane said and stuck her tongue out at Keira.

“That’s not what I meant,” Emily tried to reassert some control; but Diane just lead Craig over to where the picnic table had speared her and seated him quickly. He didn’t even look twice as he matched Diane’s eyes. She settled on her knees and pushed open his. He felt cross-eyed and flustered as she lifted his cock in her left hand. With her right she began rolling her fingers around the head. Her tongue traced her lips. Craig decided it was time to breathe again. He may have been premature on that front, because he stopped again as her lips settled over the head of his cock.

“You know,” Keira leaned her head on Emily’s shoulder, “You didn’t get your turn either.”

The blond looked down and smiled. She thought it was a great idea and watching Diane suck Craig was making Emily nearly as uncomfortable as she was horny. Her instinct was to run for the cottage and have Keira all alone. The brunette had other plans. Emily barely had turned when she found Keira pulling back on her hand. She was about to ask what, when she was pushed. Her knees buckled and she collapsed onto the bench next to Craig. They looked at each other. For just a moment. Emily turning a fantastic red as Keira pushed Emily’s right knee into Craig’s left. The sounds were nearly all wet. Slurping, sucking, gasping, coughing, licking noises that formed what words never quite could. Craig was rigid and then boneless as he received his first blowjob. Emily was hunched forward, sitting only on the barest edge of the picnic bench and using both of her hands to brush Keira’s hair. The girls on their knees seemed to only grow more rushed as every heartbeat thundered by. It was too much for either Craig or Emily.

Craig slumped backwards; the rough edge of the picnic table itched his shoulders. Diane beamed up at him with his seed glossing her lips. He felt lost in her projected ecstasy. He was wiped, and not for the first time that afternoon. His hands lagged down at his sides. Emily was climaxing; her breath hitched in her final shudders. This was the strangest day. Diane, how the fuck Diane? That wasn’t what Craig had thought he wanted. It was nothing he could have suspected. This had been some sort of unforgettable clusterfuck. That wasn’t anything compared to what edified in his memories. Right then, in shared afterglow, their own separate girls still kneeling before spent sexes and wearing the release on their lips, Emily laced her fingers with Craig’s.

Sam 2

Sam was wearing his second favorite shirt. He wasn’t in need to drop a weight class, so he was only dressed in a t-shirt and trunks. The maroon shirt read “Yes! Yes! Yes!” His favorite shirt was behind a sheet of glass and mounted on his bedroom wall. It fit a ten year old and was signed by Edge and by Christian. He had a hell of time keeping Garrett from taking it out of the glass. He ran on the spot, it was about this time when he would catch sight of Keira. Normally, he would just kept running. Dougal had told him enough stories that he was happy enough keeping his distance from the brunette. Like clockwork she took the turn at Pegasus and Silence and nearly ground to a halt.

He waited, keeping his blood and legs pumping. Cardio didn’t help him bulk out as much as he’d like; but he had won more matches by being able to outmaneuver and outlast opponents than they did by being too big to move. Keira’s pace collapsed as she realized he was waiting until she caught up or passed. When she finally arrived, or at least was close enough to talk to, Sam spoke up and saw her tan flush red.

“You want some company on your run?” he offered. Kind of hoping she’d just truck on past. He knew Craig better than Keira and wasn’t particularly enthused to know any of the Levers.

“Uh…” Her eyes grew wider and it seemed the speech centers of her brain were shut down.

“C’mon,” Sam just shook his head and started at the pace he had seen her keep. Keira didn’t catch up to him for two blocks. At that point she was smiling. “It’s nice not having to do this by yourself, right?”

“Absolutely,” Keira beamed. Her eyes looked to be swept up in something narcotic.

“I see you all the time, figured I was being a dick by not at least saying hi.” Fucking Diane. Sam grimaced after he turned his face forward.

“That’s OK,” Keira bubbled in puppy dog enthusiasm. “I don’t think I can keep up with you when you get going anyways.”

“That’s true,” Sam considered. It was also pretty thoughtful actually.

“But, I’m glad you slowed down today,” Keira admitted.

“Yeah, well…” Sam rejected telling Keira about Diane’s plan. Hell, he had considered rejecting the plan in totality, but Diane was always onto something. It seemed ludicrous that it would involve Keira or Craig, let alone both. He let the thought dissipate. She let the conversation boil off like morning fog. He kept thinking back to that strange fucking phone call last night.

Sam and Garrett had been playing basketball ‘one on one’ at the school. Garrett had a few inches on Sam but he had very little of the training or stamina. The less famous cousin was down sixteen to nine. Garrett was one of the few friends Sam had that ever seemed to bother playing to win against him. Without any of the girls around, Sam couldn’t be bothered to go mop up his friends in pool. Owen and Dougal had watched for a bit but had gone off to wherever. That’s when Jenny showed up.

The Acadian girl was dressed in a light summer dress. Sam always found her a little too girly to be as lezzie as she claimed. Knowing how easily Diane slept around, Sam felt he was due a turn with the blonde. The girl was a hot piece of ass. A hundred and ten pound slip in a five seven stature. Her hair was losing its reddish quality as the summer gave her fair skin a few new freckles. She had bright blue eyes and thin pale lips.

“Hey,” she waved to the boys and sat down on a bench at the side of the court.

“Hi, Jenny,” Garrett replied; Sam just nodded. The boys turned back to their game. Garrett managed another successful jump shot before Sam retook control. Sam, in the presence of Jenny, played very well. Garrett staggered a bit with their audience. The gap in score widened until Garrett cried uncle. Jenny looked up from her phone.

“What do you guys want to do for Diane’s birthday?”

“It’s going to be any different from the others?” Garrett shrugged.

“Well are we still doing dinner and cake with Mrs Mackenzie,” Jenny shrugged, “I’d prefer something a bit less supervised than a pool party at Owen’s. Besides, Sandy’s brother said he’d buy us alcohol.”

“Which brother?” Garrett raised an eyebrow.

“Why would that matter?”

“Because Marc will be discreet, but Andrew will at least tell Harvey.” Sam shrugged.

“And Harvey will tell Mrs Mackenzie,” Jenny pouted, “I’ll look into it. But we still need something else. Preferably somewhere Owen won’t assume he’s king shit.”

“We got a couple weeks. Besides what are we doing for Canada Day?” Garrett procrastinated by getting other shit done.

“Diane and I,” Jenny assured the exclusivity of the pair, “will be watching the fireworks.”

“Whatever,” Garrett rolled his eyes at Jenny’s strong dismissal.

“That’s Monday,” Sam shrugged, “We’ll do something.”

“Cool,” Garrett saw that conversation settled. He looked at Jenny who was texting Sandy. Sam was slowly dropping and catching the basketball, “Where’s Diane today? Working?”

“She’s with that new girl, Emma.”

“Emily,” Sam corrected. Jenny flashed her eyes at Sam. The anger was sharp. Sam meet her distaste with an impatient sneer, “Jealous?”

“Yes,” Jenny dared Garrett or Sam to comment on that, “Diane says she’s dating Craig. But fuck off! Craig?”

Garrett grinned at Jenny’s outburst. Sam just waited.

“She’s tall. Has great boobs. Everything’s better than this,” Jenny gestured to all of herself. “Plus I texted Diane like five times and nothing.”

“21?” Sam turned to Garrett figuring there was no value in intruding on Jenny’s rant. What was the point of telling a lesbian she was pretty? Especially, if she was just going to call you a liar for it. Garrett caught the ball and turned to the court. Sam’s phone rang from the bench. Rob Zombie’s Never Gonna Stop turned Jenny’s face to the caller ID.

“It’s Diane.”

“Why is she calling?” Sam would have expected a text. Diane nearly never talked on the phone. He accepted the device room Jenny’s hand.

“Shut up,” Diane forcefully interrupted Sam’s hello, “The weirdest fucking shit happened today! Like give my mom a boner weird. Fucking stop and listen,” Sam scowled at the second interruption, “There’s this lake Craig Lever owns, things got fucking weird here. I need you to get Keira to bring you there tomorrow afternoon.”

“Fuck off,” Sam dismissed the idea.

“Do it, she told me I couldn’t just invite someone.”

“You know Jenny’s been trying to get in touch with you?”

“This is important! Tomorrow afternoon with Keira,” Diane hissed, “You’re always saying she stalks your runs. Pick her up and get to the lake. I’ll bring Craig and Emily and—”

“Yeah, even less interested with him.”

“Fuck you, Sam! This is something we need to do,” Diane growled.

“I sincerely doubt that,” Sam sneered.

“This is important to me. Like convince Jenny into a threesome important,” Diane said this in a whisper.

“And I just have to do this for one afternoon? Just go to there?”

“That’s it,” Diane promised.

He turned to Jenny. She was doing her best not to eavesdrop. She wasn’t hearing anything. Sam’s brow furrowed. “Fine, but text Jenny. She’s getting—”

“Sure, whatever,” Diane seemed to be accelerating her words with excitement, “Tomorrow! Don’t flake out on me. This is important.”

Whatever Sam had wanted to say about Diane’s lack of faith was never vocalized before Diane hung up. Jenny said thank you for Sam telling Diane about her. The blonde didn’t get word or call from Diane by the time Sam beat Garrett at 21, and they headed home in different directions.

What actually brought Sam back to the present was Keira shutting up. It had taken her a couple of blocks to stop gushing. Sam turned and looked at her. She was cute, but it was difficult to see through the stories. Sam could not like this.

“We should have done this a long time ago,” he patently lied.

“Really!” she squeaked in disbelief.

“Absolutely,” Sam dug for an excuse, “I guess I just wasn’t giving you a chance because of your brother.”

“Yeah,” she rallied up a vehement nod, “I don’t really blame you for that.”

“You want to do something today?”

“I’ve got some money, we could get some food?” Keira’s smile blossomed, “I can use mom’s employee discount at Josham castle?”

Sam definitely didn’t want to go to a formal date spot. Even if it would help avoid running into his friends. “I was thinking something a little more active and private. You want to go to Bucket Beach?”

“And freeze to death?” Keira giggled. Her face immediately directed anger inwardly, “I’ve got a better place.”

“Yeah?”

“A private lake.”

“Sounds cool,” Sam nodded, “I’ll tell you what. I got some chores to do with dad. I should be able to pick you up around 1?”

“It’s a date,” Keira immediately blushed full on red.

I hope not, Sam thought silently. He stopped and Keira stopped. She waited until he spoke, “You live by Dougal?”

“At the apartment at the bottom of the street.”

“All right, I’ll see you at one,” Sam nodded, “but now I need to push it a little harder for the rest of my run…”

“Go! Don’t let me hold you back!” Keira had a momentary panic before she smiled. Sam kept his thoughts to himself and took off. Diane had better know what she was doing! Sam didn’t like playing someone without knowing the whole game.

THE END OF CHAPTER FIVE