Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. {p} Part 2: How it began How did it begin? By onemadvagabond Chapter 9 This is the continuation of How did it begin? from Emily's point of view. For one of the few times a year, I woke up later than usual. My mother always got me out of bed early, even during the summer months. That day was not a normal day though. It was my fifteenth birthday so my mother let me sleep in past eight. You read that right. My mother gets me up at eight in the morning during the summer time even when it is the weekend which it happened to be. That is not the only thing though. I had to call adults sir and ma'am, even my friend's parents who insisted that I call them by their first names. No staying out past ten either. If I wanted to go to a movie, it had to be an early showing which made it difficult to have fun with my friends at the mall during the summer. Even though it was my birthday and a Saturday, my mother still took issue with going to a late movie and keeping my curfew that of a twelve year old. She also made me dress very conservatively. Now that was fine during the late eighties when I was a little kid, but times had changed. Girls my age were wearing less. Shorter skirts, shorter shorts, tighter jeans, all in all, they were showing more of what they had to offer. Not that I wanted to show every guy out there what I had to offer, I did have a boyfriend whom I loved, but I at least wanted to be treated as if I weren't still a child. My boyfriend Evan was wonderful, handsome, charming, and popular. Enough so that despite my mother doing many things on many occasions that would have made me a social pariah he kept me being popular. Not that being popular was what really mattered though, but it helps when you're a teenager. One of those things my mother often did was to give my friends a hard time about the way they dressed. She was always telling them that a young girl shouldn't put herself out there, and make sure to save themselves for marriage. None of my friend' parents did those sorts of things with the exception of Evans dad, but he was a special case altogether. The only reason my mother let me date Evan was the fact that she liked him so much. What she didn't know was that he wasn't as well behaved as she imagined. He wasn't a troublemaker by any means, but he was able to make adults like my mother believe that he was always the consummate gentleman. Not in an Eddie Haskell way. For those of you that don't know who Eddie Haskell is, he was the troublemaker on Leave it to Beaver. If she knew how often he had tried to get into my panties, she would have done everything in her power to put an end to our relationship. I woke up to the sound of my father's car pulling out of the driveway as he and my mother left to run a few errands before my friends and a few relatives began arriving for my party, so I did what I rarely had the chance to do. Slipping the covers down, I reached under the hem of my nightshirt and into my basic white bikini panties. I was not allowed to lock the door when my mother was home, and since she was a stay at home mom that would walk into my room unannounced, I took these opportunities very seriously. Wasting no time, considering I was not sure how much I had, I began masturbating furiously. As usual the moisture from my vagina flowed quickly, so I used it to massage my button in hopes of making myself cum before my mother got home. I was so close when the doorbell began ringing every twenty seconds or so. I attempted to ignore it, but the constant ringing just ruined the mood. I quickly dressed in the jeans and t-shirt I had taken off before bed in hopes of quickly shooing away whoever was at the door in order to get back to taking the edge off for the first time in almost a week. My near constant arousal made life very difficult for me. Although I loved Evan, I didn't want to give up my virginity just yet and not having any real privacy always made it difficult to take the edge off. I made my way downstairs to the foyer, and as I turned the corner I saw through the side glass the one responsible for my ruined moment alone. Ashley Eckert, Evans witch of a sister. Putting up with her was the only bad part about dating Evan. She never came over so why would she feel the need to do it on my birthday. Evan had gone with his parents to visit his sick grandfather in Arizona, but Ashley claimed she could not get out of work, saying that her boss would fire her if she took the time off so soon since she had only been working there for a couple of months. He wasn't dying but only sick so they let her stay home. I had momentarily hoped they would take her with them and leave her in the desert to fend for herself. In case you don't already know, Ashley and I have never gotten along very well. It started a few years before when she began calling me princess and goody two shoes because of the way I behaved. As I have already told you, it wasn't because I thought of myself as better than anyone else or I pretended to be so polite, it was because my mother was constantly on my case about acting a certain way. One day the summer before this one I had had enough. A bunch of us were hanging out at our friend Mikes house playing volleyball in his backyard when I got the idea in my head. Mike had a very friendly German shepherd named Buster, and when I say very friendly, I mean he would stick his nose in the crotch of anyone that came near him. A few of us were on the patio sitting out a game when Buster came up to me. I slipped inside to grab Busters leash. Putting it on him, I slipped my arm through it so he couldn't get away and began to walk towards the court. Evan asked me what I was doing, but I shushed him and told him to watch. Moving quickly behind Ashley, I grabbed her shorts before she saw me and yanked them down pushing Busters nose into her crotch before she could pull them back up. The shock of the couple of licks he got in made her jump forward and with her shorts around her ankles she fell to the ground. It bought her enough time to get away from Busters assault, and get her shorts back up. God, what a slut I had thought. She hadn't even worn panties. It was a total riot though. Everyone was falling over laughing, including her friends. Suffice it to say, she never forgave me. Although she eventually quit bringing it up, I never thought she would let it go without some kind of payback. "What do you want? I asked Ashley in an annoyed tone. She had never come by in all the time I have known her, and considering our history, why would she. "Is your mom and dad home?" she asked in her usual fake nice way that I couldn't stand. I noticed she had a VHS tape in her right hand. "No," I replied and began closing the door. Ashley moved her left hand and foot against the door stopping its progress. "Move out of the way Ashley." "Look princess, I'm coming in. I have something I think you need to see. It concerns your parents," she said, not letting me close the door. "What could you have that concerns my parents? You know what? It doesn't matter. You're full of it just like always. Just go away and leave me alone Ashley," I said sharply. "I think you're gonna' want to see what I have on this tape," Ashley replied while holding the tape up for me to see what was written on it. `Emily's perverted parents' "I think you're going to change your attitude after you see this." "What's on it?" "Let me in and you'll see," she replied once again with that fake sweet smile. Only that time, her smile had a menacing look attached to it. Even though I didn't believe a thing she was saying, thinking it was probably some stupid joke, I quit blocking the door and let her in just to get it over with and get the witch out of my hair so I could enjoy my birthday. Ashley just smiled at me as she strode into the living room heading straight for the VCR. She pushed the tape in and turned on the TV. Grabbing the remote and heading for my dad's armchair her smile kept that menacing look. "Have a seat and get comfortable princess, I think you are going to enjoy this." I just rolled my eyes at her as I sat on the couch and waited for her to start the tape. "You won't be rollin' your eyes at me much longer once you see this. Believe me princess, things are going to change," she snapped, pushing the play button on the remote. The video began with a dark screen. Not blank, but dark. It got lighter as the camera had been raised up to record through an open window. I didn't recognize the house, but I recognized the people. I saw my mom, and Mrs. Miller. They were both standing in front of the couch dressed as Catholic schoolgirl sluts. I was about to say something when Ashley's friend Amy walked into the room dressed just like my mom and Mrs. Miller taking a place right next to them. It was moments later that my dad entered the picture, walked straight up to Amy and pushed her to her knees in front of him. When Amy started to take my dad's penis out of his pants I turned to say something, but was cut off before I could even speak. "Don't say a damn word princess. I want you to sit there and watch the whole damn thing. I'll tell you when you can speak." I could stand up to Ashley with others around, but without someone to back me up and feeling a little weak by what I saw; I didn't dare. She's not only two years older, but bigger and tougher than I am so I kept my mouth shut and continued to watch the video. The only two that didn't have sex with one another were my father and Mr. Miller. I watched my daddy have sex with Mrs. Miller and her daughter, while my mother had sex with all three of the Millers. How could my mother do those things after everything she had preached to me about always being proper? The video was a little awkward, it had no sound from those involved, and it stopped in places then seemed to pick up again a little later, or jumped from pointing in one direction to pointing in another. I had no idea what to say. When the video ended I just stared at the blank screen. How long had that been going on? Seeing as how familiar everyone was with each other it had definitely not been the first time they had done that. What I really wanted to know was how the hell did Ashley get this and why did she show it to me? I wasn't stupid. She showed it to me as some kind of payback. An attempt at ruining my relationship with my parent's maybe. What a witch. The worst part of it though wasn't that my mom was a hypocrite, or that my parents had had sex with a teenager, it was that watching the video had made me very aroused and very wet, and that embarrassed me immensely. "So how did you like my little movie princess? Hot wasn't it?" she said ending with a little giggle. "How did you get this? Why on earth would you show me this? Just get out and take that tape with you." I snapped at her as I stood up and began walking out of the living room. "Where are you going princess? You need to come back here so we can talk about this." "I'm not talking about anything with you, witch. You got your payback. Leave. Now?" I almost yelled at her. "Payback? Well, aren't we the sharp one, but no princess, this wasn't the payback. Not even close. Now why don't you calm down and come back here so we can have a little talk." She still spoke calmly. That wasn't the payback? What was it then? Was she going to show that to all of my friends? Let everyone see what a slut my mother was? Let everyone see that my father had sex with a teenager? "Look Ashley, no one even cares about the Buster thing anymore. Everyone's forgotten..." "Forgotten about it?" She snapped and took the words right out of my mouth. "I haven't fucking forgotten about it bitch. That was the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." She yelled as she jumped up and got in my face. I was scared now. I knew she could kick my ass and I really didn't know the first thing about fighting. Ashley moved towards me and I instinctively backed up. I bumped into the wall which stopped my retreat and suddenly she was right on top of me. Tears flowed down my cheeks now. I was scared. I was going to get my ass kicked in my own house and on my birthday. "I have two choices for you to choose from princess." She spoke more calmly as she placed a hand on the wall on either side of my shoulders. "You won't like either one of them, but I really don't care. As you so clearly understand, this is about payback, and payback is a bitch." "What do you want from me?" I asked shakily. "I simply want you to make a choice. I won't lie to you princess, it's going to be a tough choice. Do you love your parents? Would you save them?" she asked moving closer. "Yes I love them." I replied. "But would you save them, having seen them on that video with Amy? She's underage you know? If the wrong people see that tape it could ruin their lives. They would go to prison if, for instance, the police were to get a hold of that tape." I began to panic. She couldn't be serious. Even Ashley wasn't that cruel was she? She put her hands on my shoulders and held me against the wall. "Answer me." She spoke sharply. "Yes I love my parents." I said feeling like I was sinking into the wall. Wishing I could fall through it just to get away from her. "Do you love them enough to do anything to save them?" She almost yelled as she slapped her right hand against the wall next to my head. "Please just tell me what you want Ashley." I whimpered. "I want you to answer the fucking question princess. Either you do or you don't. If you don't then a copy of that tape goes to the police. If you do, well then I own you completely." She spoke through gritted teeth. She was getting impatient. "You can't. Please don't do that Ashley." I was crying uncontrollably now thinking how Ashley was willing to ruin my life, my parent's life over a joke that didn't even cost her anything but a little embarrassment. "I'll do anything you want Ashley. Just tell me what you want and I'll do it." "What is your schedule today? Are mommy and daddy having a party for their princess?" She spoke in her calm voice again. "Yes, my friends are coming over this afternoon, and then we are going to a movie." I answered her as my tears slowed. "That's fine. I want you to get one of your friends to cover for you. Tell your parents that you are going to spend the night. Do that before you go to the movie though. What time will the movie let out?" She asked. "I think it's over at like seven thirty." I answered her, not completely sure. "I have to work tonight so I'll have Amy pick you up from the theater. You will be spending the night at Mike's tonight. You do everything he tells you, and when I say everything, I mean everything. The little virgin in you is going bye-bye tonight. Of course, if you don't show up when Amy is there, then say goodbye to your parents." She stared at me a moment then looked down and sniffed the air. Looking back at me with an evil little smile, she continued. "Enjoy your birthday princess. From the smell of you, I think I know what choice you will make." With that, she turned and left without another word. I was left standing there with tear stained cheeks not sure where things would go from there. How could I look at my parents the same knowing what I knew. Despite what I had seen I knew one thing for sure, I did not want to see my parents go to jail. I sure as hell didn't want to be that girl who had the mom and dad in jail for having sex with a teenager, and what about Amy. It didn't look like they made her do those things, but if anyone saw that the tape it would ruin her life too. I also could not believe that she expected me to spend the night with Mike. She was pretty clear that if I didn't want the video turned over to the police that I was supposed to give my virginity to him, but why would she want me to do something like unless she intended to ruin my relationship with Evan. Evan should be my first. I was now regretting not letting him be my first on one of the many occasions where things almost went too far. I don't know how long I stood there thinking before I heard my father's car in the driveway. Snapping back to reality, I ejected the tape and made a dash for my room knowing what I would do. I was going to keep my parent's out of jail, and hope that Evan could forgive me for what I was going to do. To be continued...