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 How Did It Begin?  By onemadvagabond Chapter 6

   I got out of bed the next morning after a fitful night of sleep.  I say
the next morning but, nearly noon would be more accurate.  I knew Ashley
would be at work so I did not bother to go looking for her since, I was
still not sure how I wanted to deal with what I had learned.  This whole
situation was her doing.  Ashley had always disliked Emily for some reason.
It only got worse once my sister became a cheerleader in high school and
for some reason thought that that made her better than everyone else.  The
whole squad seemed to have a serious attitude problem.  They gave an
entirely new meaning to the word bitch.  They seemed to really enjoy
playing games with people and did not care who they hurt, which was obvious
since I was her brother and she had hurt me immensely.  I could see that
the fact that I had not come to her side when Emily had embarrassed her
with Mike's dog warrant some revenge on me, but Ashley had gone way
overboard with her payback.

   If I believed what Emily had written in her diary, and I had no real
reason not too, she had been pressured into her current situation.  First
came the help of a lot of marijuana, followed by more than one form of
blackmail.  Emily had let herself be used to being under the control of
Ashley for a couple of weeks by that time.  From what I could tell, Jill
letting the cat out of the bag had not been part of the plan.  Ashley had
wanted to carry things much further before I was informed about Emily's
escapades.  It seemed to me that Jill had only two things on her radar, me
and my cock.

   I needed a plan and I needed some help.  Getting proper revenge on those
that were responsible, as well as those that participated so willingly,
would take more than just me.

   My so-called friends did not surprise me all that much.  After all they
were just horny teenagers that when given an opportunity to do the sort of
things they were doing would not give it much thought.  The fact that those
assholes were slaves to their hormones was not going to keep me from
getting back at them.  It was the other names mentioned that angered me so
much, both at what they had done with Emily and how they had come to be
involved.  It appeared that Ashley had been a very bad girl for some time.

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   "Hello Evan, I was hoping we would see you over here.  Emily's been near
worried to death over this whole thing.  She's in her room.  Why don't you
go on up?  I understand that you may think of me as a bad mother for
covering up for her but I was just letting my daughter have a little
freedom to enjoy herself."

   I had finally decided to stop running away from this problem and start
with Emily.  I needed to speak with her in order to find out if there were
more to the whole situation than what was written in her diary.  With the
help of my anger at so many people, I was definitely walking with a
backbone of steel, and an entirely new attitude.  It helped me strengthen
that backbone with her mom standing there and lying through her teeth,
trying to make it seem that Emily wanted to be a wild child by sowing a few
wild oats so, her mom had just decided to let her daughter live her own
life.  What a despicable bitch.

   "Thanks, Patricia, though your permission to go up and see Emily in her
room does not really matter," I said as I brushed past her and headed for
the stairs of their modest three bedroom split level home.

   "That's Mrs.  Erickson Evan," she replied.  Emily's mom knew that I knew
about what Emily had been doing, yet her response told me that she
apparently was not aware that I knew about everyone's involvement.  I knew
that she knew a lot of what had been happening according to what I had read
in Emily's diary.  How the fuck could she so willingly let her fifteen year
old daughter, the same daughter she had watched like a hawk for so long
just start go out and fuck so many guys?

   I spun around quickly and looked at her with anger in my eyes causing
her to flinch and take a step back.  "I think that...considering what you
know is going on Patricia," I said dragging her name out, "I will call you
whatever the hell I want.  Would you rather I call you bitch?"

   Her mouth dropped open slightly but she did not speak.  I waited
momentarily, hoping she would say something else before turning back to the
stairs and heading up to Emily's room.

   When I reached Emily's bedroom door I stopped momentarily, took a deep
breath, and just walked in without knocking.

   Emily was on her bed, lying on her side facing away from the door. 
"Please leave me alone mom.  I don't want to talk about it anymore," she
said, not realizing who had entered her room.  The first thing I noticed
was that she still had not gone back to her normal mode of dress.  She wore
a thin sheer blouse and a scandalously short skirt that showed a peak of
the tiny thong she wore along with the very bottom of the cheeks of her
firm shapely ass.

   The sight of her nearly bared bottom caused a sharp intake of breath
into my lungs.  I was pissed, but I still found her nearly irresistible.  I
was still a teenager after all.  I had to quickly remind myself that the
only time I had touched that area of her had been a few days prior in the
movie theatre.  Before that day, many others had had that pleasure numerous
times.  Not only had they touched her there, but had had their dicks in her
once virgin holes many times over the last couple of weeks, taking her from
virgin to wanton slut almost overnight.

   "Patricia's down stairs.  I don't think she will be disturbing us," I
said with renewed anger after taking a moment to remind myself exactly what
had put me in that situation, swinging the door closed behind me as I
stepped over next to her bed.

   Her head spun quickly at the sound of my voice and she sat up
immediately.  The front of her skirt pulled up, putting her scantily clad
vagina on display.  The front patch of fabric used for covering her charms
just covered the slit while leaving her outer labia exposed.  Emily did not
close her legs or adjust her skirt immediately, but let me get a good look
before a last small shred of modesty took over and her hands pulled the hem
of that short skirt down as much as it would allow, just covering her
panties from view.  She had let numerous people between her legs, yet she
was apparently unwilling to let me have a good look at what was supposed to
have been only mine.

   "Evan, I...I didn't think you would ever speak to me again let alone
come to see me.  I'm so sorry Evan.  I didn't mean for any of this to
happen.  I never meant to hurt you," she said as her eyes began to well up.
It seemed to not even register that I had called her mom by her first name.
Emily was either really good at turning on the water works, or she really
was sorry for what she had done.  Once I had read her diary, I knew that it
was not her doing.  My girlfriend did not of her own free will go out and
purposely cheat on me.  Even though she had been pressured into the
situation, I still could not believe that she had been so out of it that
she couldn't have said no.  I knew from experience that pot did not cause
that level of inhibitions to be lost.

   I looked into her eyes, those same mesmerizing eyes that I had been lost
in so many times over the years.  At one point not long before that moment,
I had imagined that those would be the eyes I would be looking into for the
rest of my life, but that moment had vanished.  I did however need to find
out if it were true how bad she felt about hurting me because my revenge on
those involved with turning my life into a nightmare would be made easier
if I could use her as a decoy.

   Steadying myself, I began to speak to her.  "I have a lot of questions
Emily.  What I want from you is the fucking truth.  You will answer my
questions and not say anything else, understand?" I said as I tossed her
diary onto the bed next to her.

   Looking a little shocked at the way I spoke to her she nodded her head.

   "That shit in your diary, did you leave anything out?"

   "No Evan, I put everything in there.  I really..."

   "Your feelings about me when you were doing those things, was that the
truth?" I asked cutting her off mid-sentence.

   "Yes Evan.  Every word is true.  I never..."

   "If you felt so bad about cheating on me then why did you let Mike fuck
you on your birthday?  Why the fuck did you not just get up and walk away?"
I said through gritted teeth, trying to keep my cool.

   The wells of her eyes began to overflow as tears rolled down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Evan.  I tried, but I had smoked so much pot.  Mike was telling
me how beautiful I was.  How I was the sexiest girl he had ever met.  I
just couldn't think straight.  Almost before I realized what was happening,
he had me undressed and was starting to fuck me.  I tried to stop him, but
I couldn't push him off.  He just pushed all the way into me.  It hurt like
hell and I tried to push him off again, but he just stopped and didn't pull
back.  Before he moved in any way, he lit another joint and made me smoke
some more.  While that was happening, he started moving.  I was getting
more stoned.  It stopped hurting and started to feel good.  When he
finished, he just pulled out and moved away from me.  I thought it was
over, Evan.  That was when I realized what I had done and reached for my
clothes.  That's when..."

   "That's when you saw his dad standing there?  Yeah, I read your diary,
remember?  I thought you were smarter than that Emily.  How could you
believe the bullshit they told you?  I would have been pissed, but I could
have kicked Mike's ass and we could have maybe put it behind us.  So why
didn't you just leave?  Oh wait, that's right.  How did you describe it in
your diary?" Emily tried to speak but I cut her off as I continued.  "You
were mesmerized when you saw his dad's big cock.  That's what I remember
you writing.  Mike told you that if you didn't want me to find out then you
needed to just stay where you were, and you did, didn't you?  How about we
take a look at that page?" I said, reaching over and picking up her diary.
I opened it to the first entry she had bookmarked.  I had thought that she
was pretty smart, but if she really was then why did she let me read her
diary when she was trying to make me believe that she was really sorry for
what had happened?  Emily had put several entries about how remorseful she
had been for everything, but she had written even more about how she became
more excited with each new episode.

   "Oh yes, here it is," I said as I found the spot and began to read her
own words back to her.  "I started to get dressed, diary, but when I turned
to grab my clothes I saw Mike's dad standing there completely naked.  I was
almost mesmerized when I saw his big cock.  I couldn't believe what I was
seeing, then Mike was telling me that if I didn't want Evan to know what I
had done then I needed to forget my clothes and let his dad get some pussy.
I didn't know what to do.  No one had ever spoken to me like that before.
Mike was blackmailing me to let his dad have sex with me.  I love Evan. 
Despite the fact that Mike was threatening blackmail; it didn't upset me
that much because I couldn't take my eyes off of that big cock sticking out
from Bob's body.  I can't deny what I felt when I saw it.  Before I
realized what was happening, he was between my legs with his mouth pressed
to mine and pushing himself inside me.  I realized it was wrong, but I
couldn't push him away diary.  I tried, but he is just too big.  It hurt at
first, again, but he went slow, whispering in my ear to just calm down and
relax; that it would start to feel better.  God did it ever.  I didn't cum
when Mike fucked me diary, but when Bob fucked me, oh I'm getting wet again
just thinking about it."

   "According to what you put in here, it is apparent that Bob helped you
learn how to give a blowjob that night too.  I had wondered how you seemed
to be so good at something that I thought you had never done before that
first time you did it to me." Emily didn't try to interrupt me anymore. 
She had stopped looking at me, staring down at her own hands as they picked
at the hem of her short skirt.  Looking at her for a moment before
continuing, I realized her braless nipples were hard and clearly visible
poking at the thin blouse.  Jesus, talking about this was turning her on. I
hated my sister, all of my friends as well, but I hated Mike and his dad
most of all at that moment.  I had had a feeling that Mike had the hot's
for Emily for a long time, but why the hell did he let his dad do what he
did.  My anger with Bob Fawler was immense for taking advantage of my
girlfriend the way he had.

   For a moment I almost took Ashley's advice to get in a grudge fuck.  I
changed my mind just as quick though, knowing that it would be what Ashley
wanted.  I had a feeling that Emily would not say no, but if I decided that
I really wanted to hurt her then maybe I should wait and fuck Jill in front
of her.  That would be sure to cause more pain than a grudge fuck.

   "I just don't know how you expect me to believe you Emily.  All of this
stuff you put in here; when you refer to me, you try to sound like you
regret everything.  Yet when you describe the things you did, well, you
make it very clear that even though someone else was `blackmailing' you to
do those things, you...you describe how you actually loved every
motherfucking minute of it, Emily," I almost yelled the last part of that.

   Neither of us spoke for several moments.  Emily was just playing with
the hem of that short skirt.

   "Why are you still dressing that way Emily?  Is it because you really
are a slut, and just didn't know it until you cheated on me?  That choker
you're wearing, why are you still wearing that?  You didn't really explain
that in your diary, except to say that Bob gave it to you and told you that
you had to wear it from now on," I paused to think for a moment.  "Is that
some kind of fucking sex slave thing?  You don't want to stop what they are
doing to you do you?" I asked her, my voice tinged with anger.

   Emily looked up at me and wiped the tears from her eyes.  "I don't know
how Evan.  I did leave a few things out.  I didn't mean to lie to you but I
just can't tell you everything," she explained, making me realize that they
had something else on her other than the cheating.  "You have to believe me
Evan.  I never meant for any of this to happen.  Not all of it was my
fault. Some of it I didn't put in my diary because I didn't want anyone to
possibly find out about those things.  I figured that if I didn't put those
things in there then...then maybe it would be like they really didn't
happen.  I don't really know."

   "If you don't love me anymore, Evan, I understand.  I really don't want
to lose you.  I won't lie to you anymore.  Yes, I have enjoyed the sex.  I
don't expect you to understand that but I just found a way to let myself go
so I wouldn't go crazy with anger with the things they were making me do.
If you knew everything, well, you would probably never even look at me
again."

   "What the fuck are you talking about Emily?  What could possibly keep
you doing what you're doing now that I know?  If that was what they were
blackmailing you with then why won't you stop?  For fuck's sake Emily, give
me something," I said.  We both stared at one another for a few moments. 
Before she could answer me, there was a knock at her bedroom door.

   "Emily, I need to speak to you a minute," her mom said through the
closed door.

   Emily scooted across her bed, causing her skirt to ride up, giving me a
full view of her crotch, barely covered by that tiny thong, and went to her
door.

   "What?" She said snapping at her mother after opening the door.

   "I need to talk to you for a minute, please," her mother said with
pleading eyes, "Please, Emily."

   "Don't leave Evan, OK.  I'll just be a minute," Emily said as she looked
at me over her shoulder.

   Emily stepped out of the room then her mother reached in and pulled the
door closed.  I stepped over to the door, placing my ear against it to try
and listen to what they were saying.  They were either whispering or had
walked away from the door so they couldn't be overheard.  Moving back to
where I had been standing since entering the room, I waited for Emily to
return.

   After only a couple of minutes, the door opened and Emily came back into
the room.  She walked over to me and whispered in my ear, "I can't tell you
right now Evan.  When we can be alone I will tell you everything, I
promise." Her whispering in my ear told me that her mother was indeed
listening at the door and was somehow more involved with her daughter's sex
life than I thought.

   I quickly grabbed her upper arms in my hands, startling her and causing
her to try and move back away from me.  I didn't let her and pulled her
back to me.  "Payback's a bitch, Emily.  You need to decide whose side
you're on.  Theirs or mine.  If you are telling the truth then you will
tell me everything and help me get even.  I don't care whether you have
enjoyed the sex or not but if you tell me that you don't want to get back
at them then there is something seriously fucking wrong with you," I
whispered back, letting go of her arms.

   I just stared at her after letting go.  She said nothing as she crossed
her arms under her small mounds, lifting her small breasts up.  I still do
not know why I did what I did next.  All I know is that I wanted to get a
piece of her myself.

   I grabbed a hold of Emily and pushed her onto her back on the bed,
reaching for that tiny thong as soon as she landed and tearing it from her
body.

   "Yes Evan.  Fuck me.  You have every right to fuck me Evan," Emily said
surprising me.  I had expected her to scream out, but instead of screaming
for help, she spread her legs and lifted her skirt, showing me her bare
pussy for the very first time.

   I had no real idea what I was doing, but I needed to learn sometime. 
Dropping my jeans and underwear to the floor, I climbed on top of her,
mashing my mouth to hers, and squeezed both of her small breasts roughly in
each hand.  I had grown hard with the first thought of what I was going to
do and blindly stabbed my dick at the entrance to her well used pussy. 
This same pussy was supposed to only have ever seen my cock if we stayed
together, yet it had seen at least seven cocks in the two weeks prior to
that moment.  Even at that young age, I was already at the average size for
men.  I knew it would get bigger as I kept growing.  Having gym class with
Mike, I knew mine was bigger than his.  At least I had that going for me.

   Emily reached for my dick and put it to the entrance to her no longer
virgin hole.  Without caring I slammed forward, arching my back and lifting
my mouth from hers.  It was not for lack of experience that I just pushed
forward without concern for her.  I wanted to get laid and, considering
what I had read in her diary, Emily was now a sure thing.  I was also not
surprised to find her already wet with her own juices.

   "That's it, Evan.  Take me.  Fuck me, baby.  Fuck me hard.  I deserve it
baby," she grunted from my hard thrusts.  I had an overwhelming desire to
finally see her breasts and reached to the collar of her blouse, taking it
in both hands.  I tore it apart, sending the few buttons flying in
different directions across her room.  They weren't even a full handful,
capped with small dark pink areola and nipples that were smaller than
pencil erasers.

   I leaned down, ignoring her and sucked one into my mouth as I resumed
pounding into her for all I was worth.  I didn't care about lasting or if
she were on the pill.  I was going to get my piece and give her my cum.  We
had never spoken about her being on the pill or not.  She hadn't said one
word about being worried over getting pregnant in her diary.  If she was
not on the pill, then she was most likely pregnant by someone else already
anyway.  I didn't think of what I was doing as fucking my girlfriend, or
ex-girlfriend for that matter, but as a fucking a slut.  After reading her
diary, there was no other way of looking at it than she was, at that
moment, a slut.

   "Yes, Evan.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.  Fuck me hard baby.  I need it.  Oh
fuck Evan; you're going to make me cum baby.  I'm...oh fuck Evan," she
wailed.

   "Oh you fucking slut.  You know that, Emily?  You're a fucking slut," I
grunted out as I came inside her pussy.  I didn't stop when I came but kept
pounding into her as each spurt shot out of me.

   "Yes," she hissed as she appeared to cum when she felt me shooting
inside of her, letting her arms slip from around my neck and onto the bed.

   I slowed down and stopped, buried all the way inside her.  It couldn't
have been more than five or ten minutes from start to finish.  It was my
first time after all.

   I looked down at her.  Emily had her eyes closed, her breathing ragged,
causing her little breasts to rise and fall with each breath, but slowing
quickly.  I had expected her to protest when I threw her on the bed and
ripped her panties off of her, but she did just the opposite.  I pulled out
of her and stepped back and put my clothes back in order.  My cum was
seeping out of her pussy, pooling on the blanket between her thighs.  I
looked away from her and stared out of her window.  My thoughts were so
confused.  I hated her, yet I still loved her.  We had known one another
our whole lives.  I wanted to just hate her, considering that she had all
but told me she was not going to stop what she was doing, but why?  What
else was there that would keep her from stopping?  Emily had admitted to
enjoying the sex, but there was more.  She had said there were other things
she needed to tell me, but her mother had interrupted us with the knock on
the door.  Both of them were a part of this.  I knew Emily wanted me to
tell me, yet her mother did not want me to know.  Then I saw Mike walk out
of his house and coming towards Emily's.

   "That motherfucker," I said through my teeth, turning around and heading
for the door.  It was time to kick my former best friends' ass.  To be
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