I hadn’t thought much of the lively sexual appetites I’d found evidenced between her sister’s mattresses or in the words of Kayla’s own diary. Sex “It wasn’t my idea,” the younger girl said, abandoning me. We orchestrated this whole thing. At least one, actually, for starters. Or, at least, you’ve got some experience, right?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“And you can fuck for a long time? She wanted to be surprised, and wanted it all in one fell swoop. Dealing with the computer might be harder, but I’d manage to get those clips, too, even if it meant wiping the whole hard drive. I sat down across the kitchen table, still barely able to meet eyes. Now it was Eva who was brandishing a cell phone and a gleeful, “you’re busted” smile. As noted, I’d found a stash of porno DVDs in the parents’ bedroom – mostly gonzo shit, much of it in keeping with the Thomas’s obvious interracial interests. Yesterday I set my webcam to start recording if there was motion in the room, and that’s when I caught you checking out my sister’s dildo and my diary.”
I knew Kayla wasn’t bluffing. They don’t know what they’re doing.
