I never felt myself this wet, I could feel my juices coating my legs, it was possible to hear the wet noises slightly lower than the movie in the TV, ...from every time my hand moved. It was insanity, he was my boyfriend's father, he was thirty years older than me, his wife and children were sleeping a short distance from us, but at that moment, in that hotel apartment, none of this mattered, the only thing that mattered was for us to cum. His eyes were focused on me, watching my hand moving. Masturbating always helped when she had bad thoughts. It made her happy. She was still pregnant with her brother's child. And she had agreed to be his fucktoy and his porn model to pay him back for staying in town to rape her instead of following his career. She could break her promise, of course. But there was still the matter of her website. The internet had footage of her doing every degrading sexual act her brother could think of, publicly linked to her real name. Anyone Googling her. She led, and I chased, always trying to get past second base, but never succeeding. I was her plaything. During passing time we would hang out at her locker, and she would tease me by looking at other boys as they passed. She enjoyed flaunting her looks, and the attention she received. Looking back I realise how shallow she was, but at the time I thought I was in love. And nestled between her legs was the intimacy I craved. I wanted more than anything to establish that intimate connection. Her hair had been brushed and she was dressed in a green hoodie, which was so large that it reached down to her thighs, and no pants or footwear. She had obviously cleaned up shortly after Adrian had left her alone and was wearing her new earrings. ‘Hey,’ she said quietly. ‘Can’t sleep?’ Adrian shook his head and pulled up his blanket to his neck as he slept wearing nothing but his underwear. ‘I’ve seen you naked, you know,’ Janey said. She seemed less troubled than earlier. In fact, she seemed.