Chapter 20 #2
We could argue over whose girl she really is, but I can concede that best friends also have rights. I respect the fact she cares so much. Even fucked up, she prioritizes Berlyn’s safety.
“We just pulled up to the house,” I explain, ignoring her comment and turning the camera around for her to see West carefully carrying Berlyn from the backseat and to the front door.
“I’ll get the alarm for you guys,” she offers, clicking a few things on her phone.
“From your phone?” I ask even though I’m already well aware about the app. I was surprised when she first gave Summer the same access as she had. Now, it makes complete sense why she would.
The security system light blinks red before turning to blue and she smiles. “Yup, now stay on the phone with me while you’re there.”
She has no trust in us. Smart girl.
“Hmph,” Jude huffs, leaning over my shoulder, “motorcycle man wasn’t as good as we were hoping?”
She rolls her eyes. “God forbid a girl wants to make sure her best friend is safe.”
He puts his hands up. “I respect that,” he agrees. “But our girl’s girl deserves to be in her own orgasm coma. We need to find you someone better.”
Summer scrunches her nose and shrugs. “Yeah, okay. You’re right,” she concedes.
Weston gives me an uneasy look but I shake my head. Jude is going to have to undertake this new matchmaking mission on his own. On another night. We have shit we need to get done.
“What happened?” Jude prompts, as Weston carries Berlyn into her house and heads towards her bedroom.
Summer hums, thinking about how to answer but never taking her eyes off the screen. “We fucked and it was not it.”
Jude shakes his head even though she can’t see him. “I had higher hopes for him than that.”
What the fuck parallel universe have I found myself in?
She sighs. “Me too. She’s going to need water and Advil when she wakes up,” she says, changing the topic. “There are bottles of water in the fridge and she keeps her pain meds in the bathroom above the sink.”
“Jude’s on it,” I let her know when he nods his agreement and walks out of the room. Weston is carefully laying Berlyn on her bed, taking her shoes and stockings off, before tucking her into bed.
“Do you want me to call you back on my phone so you can watch us leave?” I offer, plugging Berlyn’s phone into her charger.
She waves me off as Jude comes back in with the water and meds. “You’re good. To set the alarm just hit the lock button on the pad and you have sixty seconds to get out. The door will automatically lock behind you.”
“You’re gonna watch us on the cameras?” I ask, teasing.
She shrugs. “A smart woman can never be too careful.”
I nod my agreement. “Words to live by. Goodnight, Summer.”
“Thanks for getting her home safely,” she says and hangs up. We follow her directions, setting the alarms and waiting until we hear the lock click into place. Jude blows a kiss at the camera and we turn away.
Going back to my car, we all climb back in and pull away from Berlyn’s house, heading to the parking lot on the other side of the park. We have everything we need in the truck to wash the remaining paint from our skin, though a lot of it has been smeared off. Especially around all our mouths.
I lick my lips, chasing the remnant of her taste, but it’s all but faded now.
We need to give ourselves a large enough window before we show back up. Summer needs to be asleep and no longer watching her security camera, and we don’t want it to seem as if we left and came right back.
By the time we’re ready to go in new outfits, free of any makeup or traces of the night, enough time has reasonably passed to head back. I wish there was a way to check on Summer, but none of us had expected her to be quite so diligent. We had no reason to need eyes on her.
Jude does a cursory stroll of all her social media and it appears as if she’s gone to bed. It’ll have to be good enough. We’ll have to be careful tonight to keep an ear out for anyone pulling up the drive.
We wait a little longer to be on the safe side before beginning the trek through the park, masks in place. Each and every one of us has an extra pep in our step as we walk off the path and through the trees to where the park’s woods back up against her house.
I do a once-over of each of them before I give my nod of approval.
Jude and West head to the front, allowing themselves to be caught on the security footage.
I watch on my phone as they enter the house, inputting Berlyn’s personal code to disarm the alarm.
Jude stops and gives a little finger wave to the camera and I snort, shaking my head at his antics.
Once the alarm is disarmed, I make my move and head in through the backdoor. It felt like giving too much away too soon if she saw all three of us at once.
There are breadcrumbs. Hints for her to figure it out. But we can’t go and give her all of the answers, now can we? Where would the fun be in that?
Come tomorrow, she’ll know she has more than one stalker. More than one Ghostface. Her memories of the night will be broken and in pieces, and she’ll question if it’s two, three, even four?
I meet my brothers back in Berlyn’s room, where West is already folding her laundry.
“Couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
He shrugs. I would have bet money it was going to be the first thing he did when we got back after we heard her conversation with Summer earlier. The way she wistfully sighed, staring at the overflowing basket of laundry.
Berlyn excels at many things. Chores around the house not being one of them. She keeps her place clean and tidy, but she puts off the more arduous tasks. Which for her? Folding laundry is at the top of that list.
It’s really the only thing she’s fallen behind on while we haven’t been visiting her. I leave the room and walk around the house to see if there’s anything else that needs to be done. Besides a few dishes in the sink from earlier tonight, there’s not much.
When I make it back to the room, Jude and West are halfway through the basket. I settle in on the floor next to them and join them in the process. It’s a relaxing routine, almost meditative in the repetitive motions as we work our way through Berlyn’s clean clothes.
It’s almost comical how different our two purposes of being here truly are. But at the end of the day, it all comes back to taking care of her. Always her.
As soon as we’re done and her clothes are put away, Jude grabs a pair of her pajamas from her drawer and sets them to the side. “No underwear?” I comment and he shrugs.
“She doesn’t need them.”
I scribble out the note we had planned prior to the party and leave it on her bedside table. Ideally, we could have used the third nickname as another hint, but Weston still refuses to call her anything but her name.
This will still work. I know she saw me across the way while my brothers’ hands roamed her body.
While they made her beg for it. It was impossible to read her expression from that distance, but she didn’t seem scared.
Didn’t stop what they were doing to her and point me out. No, she begged for their touch.
I grab a few washcloths and take them into the bathroom, soaking them in warm water and soap. At this point there is no chance of Berlyn waking up, and even if she does, she won’t remember anything. The least we can do is make sure she’s clean and comfortable.
West and Jude each take one after they finish stripping her and together we carefully wash the makeup, sweat, and paint that’s transferred from us to her off. It’s remarkable the way her body lies so still, a perfect doll for us to play with.
How will she feel when she realizes how much we have played with her. Learned her every sound, how to please her, her body’s every reaction? All while she’s been blissfully unaware?
We make sure she’s completely taken care of first. A part of me wants to carry her into the bath, make sure there’s no trace of paint or sweat left. But that may be pushing it. One day.
Each moment we spend taking care of her, our breathing grows heavier, my dick aches at the soft feeling of skin under my hand.
So silky smooth as I trace my finger along her ribcage.
Her breath grows faster, unconscious and yet still chasing our touch as she always does.
Her back arches subtly, just enough to thrust her tits a little higher, begging to be kissed. Worshipped.
West moves his wash cloth, still warm, over his nipples, making them tighten into hardened little buds. He throws his mask off and drops the wash cloth to the floor, replacing it with his mouth. Berlyn sighs, a soft almost moan from his tongue’s relentless teasing.
We have to be careful, remember to take on and off the mask for our plan on Halloween, but there’s no way to give her everything we want by wearing them the whole time. Jude and I follow suit, taking off our masks to focus on her first.
I want her body to reach a fever pitch before we even think about taking anything. Want her sated and pleased and so aware of her nerve endings, even a breeze could push her over the edge.
Jude and I each grab a leg, spreading them wide to put her pussy on display.
She’s already so damn wet, dripping from her cunt to her ass.
I lick my lips, dying for another taste, but first things first. I grab the bag we brought, pull out the lube and coat my fingers in it generously.
We’ve all agreed we don’t fuck her until she’s accepted us, but that doesn’t mean we can’t prepare her to take all of us.
I start with only one finger, slipping it into her tight ass and massaging the tight muscles. Her body tightens, clenching around my finger, but I watch her face carefully. There’s no sign of pain. I move in and out of her, stretching her until I can fit in a second finger.