The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts IV - VI

... large across her face. We hugged awkwardly and then my sister introduced Megan as a “friend.”

A few minutes later we were seated in my mother’s living room. We tried to make small talk but the efforts were uncomfortable and fruitless. Finally, my sister cut to the chase.

“Mom,” she said. “There’s a reason we’re here. This isn’t just a random visit.”

“Go on,” my mother said, looking around at the three of us.

“This is going to be uncomfortable, but we think it’s time that we came clean about Bryce’s accomplice, and how that all went down.”

“So why are you coming to me?” my mother asked, dismissively. “You should talk to the police, or you -” she looked at me “- you should talk to your parole officer.” She said the words “your parole officer” the way you might say “intestinal parasite”.

“I plan on it,” I said. “But we wanted to talk to you first. You need to know what really happened, and why it happened, and why we didn’t tell you before now, and who else is involved.”

“I really don’t…” she started, but I cut her off.

“Give us five minutes.” I said. “At the end of five minutes if you don’t want to hear the rest of the story, we will leave and you will never need to look at my face again. Never is a long time. Don’t you owe it to yourself to at least hear what we have to say before you send me back to the outer darkness?”

My mother made a dismissive motion that I interpreted as assent. So Megan took out her laptop and showed my mother the video, ...

... showed her the evidence. Then I told my mother about that night when Brenda caught Jesse and I. I told her about the aftermath, and why I ended up in that jewelry store that night. And finally Jesse told her about how we had discovered her videos on Brenda’s website, and realized it was time to come clean.

My mother didn’t kick us out after five minutes. Forty-five minutes later, she sat in stunned silence as we finished our tale. Her eyes were wet.

“I can’t believe it,” she said. “I know I was not the greatest mother, but this...I can’t believe it. I am incredibly sorry.”

She turned to me. “What you went through to try to protect my feelings...I…” She leaned forward and we embraced. “I can never make it back up to you, but I will try.”

The next couple of hours were spent talking about what we had been doing the past few years, how I was getting on after college (so-so), our relationship with Megan (our new mutual girlfriend) and our financial situation (sucked).

“Would you like to join me in the hotel business?” my mother asked when we were discussing finances. “I can give you the other penthouse in this hotel, or one in one of the others. Furnished or unfurnished, your call. You guys can live there and learn the family business.”

It didn’t take Jesse and I a lot of convincing – giving up our tiny, shabby apartments and second hand crap furniture. By the time the mid-afternoon rolled around, we had an agreement we would meet the next day to see the apartment she ...