Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott Page A

everyone else but me?” Brent looked up when there was a loud shout downstairs, and some cheering. Rachel walked over to the door, and locked it. She turned, resting against the door for a moment, looking back at Brent. Her attire said “slutty chic,” but her facial expression said, “concerned friend, who’s listening right now.”
    Rachel thought about it sometimes, how she felt more like a friend than an older neighbor to Brent, sometimes. Good company mattered more than age differences.
    “ I thought you’d find it weird,” Rachel shrugged, combing her hair with her fingers. Brent had stood around before, as a spectator, watching Rachel as she rolled around and got dirty with some of his friends, a naked orgy where they all tried to keep up with each other. He’d seen her gangbanged by 5 guys—1 dick in her pussy, 1 dick up her ass, one in her mouth, and while she was giving two hand jobs—she sure could multi-task.
    It was hard to believe this was the same group of guys that used to come by Rachel’s house when they were all young kids, making snow angels in her huge garden whenever there was a fresh blanket of snow during the wintertime, raking the leaves during summertime, blueberry picking. They still rolled around a lot, just indoors more, nowadays.
    “ You know the other time…when the fight broke out…” Brent muttered.
    He had wrestled away his friend’s cell phone, which had a recording of Rachel riding a fellow classmate. Brent had knocked one of the guy’s teeth out before the guy deleted the clip, and swore never to do it again. Brent came close to snapping the guy’s neck, and smashing the guy’s face into the ground, as he pinned him down on the cold hard floor, before the guy finally agreed to get rid of the clip. He was allowed to continue coming over to their crunk parties, so long as he kept his mouth shut about it, and kept his beloved cell phone out of the picture.
    Those were two rules Brent had set up right from the start anyway.
    Rule #1: Do not tell anybody about these crunk parties.
    Rule #2: Do not talk about this anywhere.
    So far, so good. Twelve members, at the maximum, twelve close friends who’d be there for each other through thick and thin.
    “ I don’t want to treat you bad,” Brent continued. “Like my dad did, y’know.” The son of a bitch who’d split when Brent turned five. “I just can’t.”
    Rachel smiled, before lying down beside Brent, on the carpeted floor. It was strange, how she felt she could be closer to him, almost as if it was in response to the racket that was going on downstairs. She thought Brent had been happy, with his friends over for company, and the supply of drugs and alcohol they both always contributed to. Brent’s friends tried to donate a minimum of $5 each time they came over to, to split up the costs a little more evenly between everyone in attendance.
    “ You’ve good friends,” Rachel muttered to him. It was 5pm, but dark outside, since it was wintertime. “They know how to have a good time…how to give and take…I’ve seen y’all grow up over the years…”
    Rachel placed a hand on Brent’s arm. “I know you don’t want to do anything bad to me,” she said, understanding where he was coming from. She’d lived for so many years on the same street with him, had known his mother since her school days. She’d been around to help out since Brent was a little boy. Of course she knew him well. She had a good idea of what was really going on in his mind, even if he lied.
    Brent gazed up at her, fervently, longingly, like he was offering his soul to her, to be her younger lover.
    Rachel rolled over him, gripping his pelvis lightly with her thighs. It’d been some time since she’d started things off a little slowly. It was normally a race to the finish line, and then a repeat of that, for as long as she and whoever she was with at the time could keep up.
    She lifted up her skirt, pulling aside the thin red thong