Chloe soon learned it was a birthday party of sorts. Britney’s brother was turning fifteen. The room was filled with snacks and drinks and video gam...es. All that forgotten now that she was in the room.The boys took turns getting their picture taken with a clearly uncomfortable Chloe, especially when it was decided she must kiss each boy, and it had to be a ‘real’ kiss.This went on for several minutes as each boy became bolder than the last. One boy became two, and two became three, as Chloe. ”I did know what she meant, and my cock lurched forward making quite a tent in my pants. My curiosity was getting the better of me.“So, Johanna, can I ask you? How do you get the benefits if he can’t touch you?”“We touch ourselves. We look at each other but we only touch ourselves. You wanna try?” She pointed at my crotch where some sort of a wrestling match was going on. “You look like you need to do something about that.” I tried to cover it with my hand, but it was useless. She already knew. When she reached him sitting on his bed with his dick out, she ran her hand down his leg. He jumped back, shocked. "John, don't try to ruin my fun here! Settle down and let me do what I am going to do to you." As she ran her hand up and down his leg, his cock shot up like a rocket. He turned from somewhat hard, to rock hard. Ashley smiled, recognizing this. John blushed once he saw she noticed him and shifted a little. Ashley pressed slightly harder on his leg, showing that she wanted him to. .. my head...I did not die that night, unfortunately.Instead, I came to in the back of a truck racing along a dirt road, surrounded by a mass of other bodies, some conscious and peering terrified into the night, others lying still but bleeding, yet others, clearly ... dead, necks at odd angles, gaping wounds without any blood flowing. One of the dead was lying across my legs, her dead eyes open and staring at me. I tried to close them but I could not move my arm. I saw it was hanging limply.