The Summer of Brooke - Sex Stories

The Summer of Brooke

... fuck it and I fucked her ass with my knife, she was already cut up and bleeding so what's a few more cuts. Then I shoved the switch up her ass a foot or so and left her there to be found next morning. Note: alright you vanilla fucks it's clean to come out now I drove out back to the desert and put all my gear into the bag and set it on fire, then I swept the ashes away and covered it with dirt, kinda like dealing away the deed. Oh yeah and her phone I took out the some card and thankful for her Galaxy I stabbed my knife into the battery and watched it burn up. That got buried too and the SIM card was crunched and stayed with me to be disposed of later. Anyways I went home a long route just in case and showed up at my house thirty minutes later. I was spent so I went to bed, I woke up four hours later to my phone blowing the fuck up from her family and on fb and Twitter. Everywhere #prayforbrooke was showing up and pics of her in a hospital bed were being posted. I called back her mom and acted surprised when she told me the details of what happened (obviously not the gruesome stuff). I told her I was heading to the hospital which I was. I covered up my tracks by sending nudes to my phone just like everyone else except I knew how to hide them away by tucking them in a newly opened email account and a draft opened up with some very naughty pictures on it. I tucked it away and deleted everything off of my phone. When I walked in she was awake but couldn't talk with her mouth ...

... wired shut and her mother was crying while her father, fresh in his uniform (he found her on the ground) had a look of anguish and anger I had never seen and was glad it wasn't directed towards me. I gave him my phone to check through to prove I was only here to help and he greatly appreciated it. I faked crying very well and came up and hugged Brooke, she wrapped her arms around me and sobbed onto my shoulder. I talked to her mom and dad outside, they enlightened me a little more and said that Brooke suffered no permanent physical damage but psychological was different. They also said no suspects have been even suggested and that there was no evidence beyond the specs of the knife which was probably used (generic knife which anyone could have, coincidentally I had one). Beyond that they had nothing and I couldn't be happier but I kept the act up for everyone the rest of the day. Beyond her best friend I was the only one of her friends who ever showed up and I stayed through the night with her. I got out my demons, now I actually cared for her and wanted her to get better. It took a week for her to get home, her anal cuts had infected and wreaked a little havoc downstairs. She was alright though and in another month her jaw completely healed. I was there every day by her side helping her out, a lot of nights I just slept over on the couch. A lot of other guys tried to come by but only came for a day then never showed up again, many of whom I saw in her messages sending dick ...