I awoke the next day on my bed to the sound of someone sobbing. Alvin was curled up in a fetal position on his bed in the room we share, choking on grief. The memories from last night assailed me and my panicked heart leapt.Quickly, I jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs.
The house seemed to be deserted. Everything was in place. It was like last night never happened, though the new sofa covers and the strong smell of lemon scented cleaning fluids did not escape me.
I went to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water. Everything felt surreal. The sound of the front door opening, caught my attention. My mother entered. She actually looked more radiant than usual. She noticed me coming out of the kitchen. An immediate blush glowed across her cheeks.
“Melvin,” she called me.
I went to her and we hugged.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” She asked me.
I shook my head. “What happened? I asked her. Where is...”
“Hush, everything is going to be fine,” my mother said.
The front door was still open. To my shock, Amber walked into the house looking non the worse for wear even though she bore the brunt of the abuse last night.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I immediately shouted at Amber.
“Melvin!” My mother said in a tone of disapproval.
“What?”
“Please don’t shout at her. We have all been through a lot.”
Amber stared at the ground remorsefully, but I wasn’t buying it. I glared at her. My mother took my hand and gently asked me to go take a shower. I realized then that I had been wearing the same clothes since last night. Ew.
I did as she asked. When I came back downstairs, my mother was in the kitchen making lunch. Amber was no where to be seen. I headed back upstairs to my room, thinking the bitch left, but there she was, sitting side by side with my brother on his bed. I leaned against the wall near the doorway to eavesdrop on them.
“Please Alvin, I’m really sorry,” I heard Amber say.
“How can I trust you any more?” Alvin asked.
“I was afraid to tell you. I was afraid you would leave me. Please, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean for anything like this to happen.”
“It didn’t look like you hated it either,” Alvin said bitterly.
Amber began to sob. “I had to convince them,” she said. “I was afraid they would hurt you. I wanted them to focus their anger on me.”
They certainly focused on her all right, I thought as I remembered the scenes from last night. Dammit, I'm getting an erection.
“I... I don’t know Amber. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say.” my brother said.
“Please give me another chance. Please give us another chance. Jon has dumped me now. We can start anew. There is nothing between us now,” Amber pleaded.
Don’t do it bro, I thought to myself. Do yourself a favor and kick that skank out. I peeped into the room. Amber was holding Alvin’s hands and gazing pitifully into his eyes. She was also wearing a low cut spaghetti strapped top and a fresh pair of shorts that showed plenty of her long slim legs. My brother didn’t stand a chance.
“I...” Alvin began to say.
“We can be together now, just us,” Amber said. “Please John, I... I love you.”
Oh boy, I thought. She dropped the L-bomb. And upon seeing the look on my brother’s face, I knew it was super effective. If my brother had been in half as many relationships as I have, he would at least have a makeshift bunker against that particular weapon of mass affection. But no, he was as defenceless as an exposed pussy. The L-bomb hit him square in his tender, naive heart and I noticed a half smile exploded across his face.
Alvin lowered his face and Amber immediately plastered her lips on his. Fuck, bro, that mouth has been sucking on three different cocks the entire night. I felt an urge to throw up.
I spent the rest of the morning up till lunch, brooding in the living room. God, I was pissed. When the fucked up couple came down for lunch, I could see that Alvin had a dreamy smile on his flushed face. That little slut of his must have sucked one out of him. Actually at this point, I think Alvin is probably the bigger slut of the two. Amber just has to pat his dick once and he’ll probably do anything she says.
After lunch, my mother asked all of us to stay for a talk.
“We can’t let anyone know about what happened,” my mother said, “Not your sisters, and especially not your father.”
Mother had a very worried look on her face. We all nodded solemnly at her words.
“But what if they come back?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, they won’t,” Amber said. “These gangsters are old school. They have some honor. Once they have had their revenge, they will leave you alone.”
“Like we can believe what you say,” I told her.
Amber looked hurt.
“In any case,” my mother said, sensing the tension, “I would like it if we can put this behind us and never speak of it again.”
Alvin nodded sympathetically. Well, I can understand his position. He would certainly prefer that no one else knew he just curled up in a corner while three guys banged his girlfriend silly. Fucking pussy.
After we each solemnly swore never to speak of it again, my mother turned to Amber and said, “Amber, can I talk to you some more?”
“Okay aunty,” Amber replied. Gone was her haughty demeanour she usually carried with her. She was so agreeable now. I suspect this was her kiss-ass demeanour.
My mother instructed me and my brother to deal with the dirty dishes. I could still hear her conversation with Amber from the sink.
“How are you doing?” My mother asked.
“I’m... okay. I’ve talked with Alvin.” Amber replied.
“You can talk to me about anything okay?” My mother said, sounding sympathetic. “It’s easier to get through this traumatic experience if we communicate our difficulties.”
Amber nodded. “Thank you aunty for being so understanding. I was afraid you would blame me for what happened.”
“What has happened has happened. All that is left to do is get through this. I might have been selfish to want you to keep this to yourself. If you want to make a police report, I won’t stop you.”
“No aunty. I think reporting them will only make this worse.”
“I think so too,” my mother replied. “I just want you to know that I’m here if you need to talk.”
“Thanks aunty. You’re so kind. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so nice since I came to this country.”
“Oh, right. You’re a foreign student. Where are you from?”
“Thailand. I have a student visa but I was actually brought over as an escort to Jon.”
“Y-y-you’re a prostitute?”
“Erm. I guess I am huh? But before Jon I never do it before. Which was why they hired me in the first place. They wanted virgins.”
“So is your parents in Thailand? Do they know about this?”
Amber nodded. “They are the one who sold me,” she said with a small bitter laugh.
My mother gasped. “How is that possible?”
“They needed the money. It is actually not an uncommon practice.”
“You poor thing. But what about now? Where do you live? How will you survive?”
“It’s okay aunty,” Amber said, putting on a brave face. “I’ll manage.”
My mother shuddered. I know what she was thinking. It was probably the same thing I was thinking. Amber was planning to continue spreading her legs for cash.
“Well, if you have no place to go yet, we do have a spare guest room...” Mother said.
I groaned inwardly. God no, mummy. Don’t invite the whore to stay in our house.
I glanced at Amber. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Fucking actress.
“I... Can’t. I can’t aunty. I’ve caused you so much trouble already,” Amber said.
“Please Amber,” My mother replied. “It would put me more at ease. You are dating my son after all. And I’ll see what I can do to get you a part time job. You need to continue to study if you want to make anything of your future.”
Fuck. My mother was too kind. I had a bad feeling about this. Amber began to weep and she leaned forwards and hugged my mother.
“Oi,” Alvin hissed at me. “What are you doing? Dreaming ah? I’m not going to wash all of this by myself.”
I gave him a look which made him slink back to work timidly. This was his fault and he knew it.
I awoke the next day on my bed to the sound of someone sobbing. Alvin was curled up in a fetal position on his bed in the room we share, choking on grief. The memories from last night assailed me and my panicked heart leapt.Quickly, I jumped off the bed and rushed downstairs.
The house seemed to be deserted. Everything was in place. It was like last night never happened, though the new sofa covers and the strong smell of lemon scented cleaning fluids did not escape me.
I went to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water. Everything felt surreal. The sound of the front door opening, caught my attention. My mother entered. She actually looked more radiant than usual. She noticed me coming out of the kitchen. An immediate blush glowed across her cheeks.
“Melvin,” she called me.
I went to her and we hugged.
“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” She asked me.
I shook my head. “What happened? I asked her. Where is...”
“Hush, everything is going to be fine,” my mother said.
The front door was still open. To my shock, Amber walked into the house looking non the worse for wear even though she bore the brunt of the abuse last night.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” I immediately shouted at Amber.
“Melvin!” My mother said in a tone of disapproval.
“What?”
“Please don’t shout at her. We have all been through a lot.”
Amber stared at the ground remorsefully, but I wasn’t buying it. I glared at her. My mother took my hand and gently asked me to go take a shower. I realized then that I had been wearing the same clothes since last night. Ew.
I did as she asked. When I came back downstairs, my mother was in the kitchen making lunch. Amber was no where to be seen. I headed back upstairs to my room, thinking the bitch left, but there she was, sitting side by side with my brother on his bed. I leaned against the wall near the doorway to eavesdrop on them.
“Please Alvin, I’m really sorry,” I heard Amber say.
“How can I trust you any more?” Alvin asked.
“I was afraid to tell you. I was afraid you would leave me. Please, you have to believe me, I didn’t mean for anything like this to happen.”
“It didn’t look like you hated it either,” Alvin said bitterly.
Amber began to sob. “I had to convince them,” she said. “I was afraid they would hurt you. I wanted them to focus their anger on me.”
They certainly focused on her all right, I thought as I remembered the scenes from last night. Dammit, I'm getting an erection.
“I... I don’t know Amber. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to say.” my brother said.
“Please give me another chance. Please give us another chance. Jon has dumped me now. We can start anew. There is nothing between us now,” Amber pleaded.
Don’t do it bro, I thought to myself. Do yourself a favor and kick that skank out. I peeped into the room. Amber was holding Alvin’s hands and gazing pitifully into his eyes. She was also wearing a low cut spaghetti strapped top and a fresh pair of shorts that showed plenty of her long slim legs. My brother didn’t stand a chance.
“I...” Alvin began to say.
“We can be together now, just us,” Amber said. “Please John, I... I love you.”
Oh boy, I thought. She dropped the L-bomb. And upon seeing the look on my brother’s face, I knew it was super effective. If my brother had been in half as many relationships as I have, he would at least have a makeshift bunker against that particular weapon of mass affection. But no, he was as defenceless as an exposed pussy. The L-bomb hit him square in his tender, naive heart and I noticed a half smile exploded across his face.
Alvin lowered his face and Amber immediately plastered her lips on his. Fuck, bro, that mouth has been sucking on three different cocks the entire night. I felt an urge to throw up.
I spent the rest of the morning up till lunch, brooding in the living room. God, I was pissed. When the fucked up couple came down for lunch, I could see that Alvin had a dreamy smile on his flushed face. That little slut of his must have sucked one out of him. Actually at this point, I think Alvin is probably the bigger slut of the two. Amber just has to pat his dick once and he’ll probably do anything she says.
After lunch, my mother asked all of us to stay for a talk.
“We can’t let anyone know about what happened,” my mother said, “Not your sisters, and especially not your father.”
Mother had a very worried look on her face. We all nodded solemnly at her words.
“But what if they come back?” I asked.
“Don’t worry, they won’t,” Amber said. “These gangsters are old school. They have some honor. Once they have had their revenge, they will leave you alone.”
“Like we can believe what you say,” I told her.
Amber looked hurt.
“In any case,” my mother said, sensing the tension, “I would like it if we can put this behind us and never speak of it again.”
Alvin nodded sympathetically. Well, I can understand his position. He would certainly prefer that no one else knew he just curled up in a corner while three guys banged his girlfriend silly. Fucking pussy.
After we each solemnly swore never to speak of it again, my mother turned to Amber and said, “Amber, can I talk to you some more?”
“Okay aunty,” Amber replied. Gone was her haughty demeanour she usually carried with her. She was so agreeable now. I suspect this was her kiss-ass demeanour.
My mother instructed me and my brother to deal with the dirty dishes. I could still hear her conversation with Amber from the sink.
“How are you doing?” My mother asked.
“I’m... okay. I’ve talked with Alvin.” Amber replied.
“You can talk to me about anything okay?” My mother said, sounding sympathetic. “It’s easier to get through this traumatic experience if we communicate our difficulties.”
Amber nodded. “Thank you aunty for being so understanding. I was afraid you would blame me for what happened.”
“What has happened has happened. All that is left to do is get through this. I might have been selfish to want you to keep this to yourself. If you want to make a police report, I won’t stop you.”
“No aunty. I think reporting them will only make this worse.”
“I think so too,” my mother replied. “I just want you to know that I’m here if you need to talk.”
“Thanks aunty. You’re so kind. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so nice since I came to this country.”
“Oh, right. You’re a foreign student. Where are you from?”
“Thailand. I have a student visa but I was actually brought over as an escort to Jon.”
“Y-y-you’re a prostitute?”
“Erm. I guess I am huh? But before Jon I never do it before. Which was why they hired me in the first place. They wanted virgins.”
“So is your parents in Thailand? Do they know about this?”
Amber nodded. “They are the one who sold me,” she said with a small bitter laugh.
My mother gasped. “How is that possible?”
“They needed the money. It is actually not an uncommon practice.”
“You poor thing. But what about now? Where do you live? How will you survive?”
“It’s okay aunty,” Amber said, putting on a brave face. “I’ll manage.”
My mother shuddered. I know what she was thinking. It was probably the same thing I was thinking. Amber was planning to continue spreading her legs for cash.
“Well, if you have no place to go yet, we do have a spare guest room...” Mother said.
I groaned inwardly. God no, mummy. Don’t invite the whore to stay in our house.
I glanced at Amber. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Fucking actress.
“I... Can’t. I can’t aunty. I’ve caused you so much trouble already,” Amber said.
“Please Amber,” My mother replied. “It would put me more at ease. You are dating my son after all. And I’ll see what I can do to get you a part time job. You need to continue to study if you want to make anything of your future.”
Fuck. My mother was too kind. I had a bad feeling about this. Amber began to weep and she leaned forwards and hugged my mother.
“Oi,” Alvin hissed at me. “What are you doing? Dreaming ah? I’m not going to wash all of this by myself.”
I gave him a look which made him slink back to work timidly. This was his fault and he knew it.
Nice, hope you will cont and not left us hanging like your previous stories
16-04-2015, 11:21 PM
