The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... and Bryce was sixteen, we were caught getting ready to have sex.”

“Really, how far along on the ‘getting ready’ scale were you?” Megan asked.

“We were at the ‘I’m hard as a rock and hovering outside her pussy’ point,” I said.

“Wow,” Megan said. “That’s pretty far along. What happened?”

“Our aunt Brenda was visiting at the time,” Jesse said, picking up the story. “She’s a few years younger than our mom. She heard us and came into the room – didn’t even knock. We were totally busted.”

“Did she tell?”

“No, she didn’t…” Jesse trailed off, so I jumped in.

“She threatened to tell our mother,” I said. “She lorded that over us, told us our mother would hate us if she told, used that secret as a bargaining tool to get us to do whatever she wanted. Our mother was always distant, we didn’t want anything to hurt her, so we complied. Until one night. Brenda came to us and said there was some jewelry she really wanted but she didn’t have the money for. She said she had cased the store and knew where the keys were kept. She said she could provide a distraction. Said it would be easy.”

“Oh, fuck,” I heard Megan say. “The video they used to convict you showed a girl there. She was wearing a cut off hoody and sunglasses. Everyone assumed it was Jesse but couldn’t prove it.”

“Actually, it was my aunt Brenda. I wanted to turn her in, but I knew if I did she would tell my mom about what happened between Jesse and I. So I kept my mouth shut, and I paid the ...

... price.”

“So it was a no-win for you. Your mother would have pushed you away either way.”

“Right, but Jesse managed to keep at least the thread of a relationship with her, and I didn’t want to destroy that.”

“So Brenda got off scott free, you did hard time, and your mom thought that you were a criminal and was hurt.”

“In so many words.”

“Jesus, this is pretty fucked up,” Megan said. “Where’s Brenda now? Where’s your mom?”

“Our mom inherited several hotels around the city, so she has a little empire that she lives off of. She lives in an apartment in one of the hotels. She’s in her late forties and is a bit of a cougar, always chasing after the young men. She talks to Jesse maybe once a month or so. Brenda, well, she’s, um, interesting…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Brenda is about five years younger than my mother, and she’s a model,” I said.

Jesse interrupted. “Model is a really nice word for it. She does erotic modeling and she’s a camgirl, has her own website and an OnlyFans. She has a pretty popular cam show.”

“Wow, you come from a pretty fucked up family,” Megan said. “You should think about that therapy thing. And you should think about coming clean to your mom – and take legal action against your aunt.”

“Maybe, someday…” Jesse said. “But right here right now, all that is why Bryce and I are having...trouble.”

“Understood. So you thought maybe mommy Megan could maybe help ease you back to that point where you were so rudely interrupted so many years ...