Summer So Hot - Book 1 by Moran Copyright© 2024 by Moran Part VI - Lies So Extreme As the brutal summer sun beat down on the suburban paradise of Danover, Kev Heterson, up-and-coming sixteen year-old blackmailer, stood halfway between the back of his house and the swimming pool, his back to his now softly snoring aunt, who only moments earlier he had been enthusiastically dry-humping. But that was completely over now except for his own personal clean-up, or it should have been, but the Danover Junior High School senior had just discovered that there had been a witness to the incestuous indiscretion he’d visited upon his mother’s little sister. Dammit! I am so screwed, for reals this time. Jeez, I just can’t catch a break today, now can I? Guess it’s karma for going spanktastic on Tia. But no matter what happens, that was SO worth it! And ... and... ... and why isn’t this Peeping Tom speaking? Why aren’t they saying anything? I can’t even see them in this stupid light, should have worn my Oaklies, crap... The heatwave’s illumination was at near-blinding levels, Kev could barely tell the intruder was male, so at least that ruled out his mom, and of course Tia, which would have sucked ‘cause the soccer player could have definitely used this against him in order to release her from her bondage to the happy-time shower vid he’d taken of her. Can’t be Dad, he’s still out of town at the convention, so ... wait, damn, I know who it is! And Heterson breathed a vast sigh of relief. “Dude!” said the revealed stranger, “Who’s the ultra babe! And what the heck were you doin ta her?” Kev shot forward and rushed up to the newcomer, caught his arm in a tight grip and muscled him into the house, shut the French doors behind them and twisted the lock into place. The other guy tried to speak, but Kev glared him to silence and gesturing toward the stairs they both quickly ascended. Five seconds later they were in his room and that door was sealed and locked too, Kev sank into the old battered easy chair he sat in to play Xbox and puffed out his cheeks, marvelling at how close he might have come to actually being caught committing such an unforgivable crime. “Dude! What the heck is goin on!” “Shut-up, Randy.” he rolled his eyes at and picked at the chair’s frayed leather armrest. Randal “Randy” Blavin was his best friend, a tall, lanky guy of equal age, with thick curly hair and a permanent crooked smile stretching across his round baby-face. Nothing dirty Kev every thought up ever came close to the perverted swill that was seething around inside his mega-horny friend’s brain. Though what Randy had just caught him doing might actually come close, just this once. But how much did he actually see, wondered Kev. Maybe he didn’t really see anything- “Dude!” exclaimed Randy, “You were actually FUCKING that college chick, missionary style!” Or, maybe he saw it all. Crap... “Who is she?” demanded his best pal, “She’s damn fine! I’d hit that! Like, a million times, and two million on Sundays! But missionary is a waste of time, you should have flipped her over and propped up her ass and-” “Shut-up, Randy! Keep your voice down!” The curly-haired guy frowned, looked confused, “What’s the deal, Kev? Why so nervous? What you take? Speed? Yeah, I bet it’s speed.” “I didn’t take speed, dipshit. It’s just that ... that ... um, that girl--woman, she’s ... uh...” Randy dropped onto his bed and started picking at a knee-scab, “She sorta looks like your mom, only way hotter. And yer mom is kinda hot anyway, if nuthin to brag about face-wise. But I’d do her, just from behind, no offense.” “Shut-up, Randy.” “Or maybe from the front if I put a paper bag over her head.” “Shut-up, Randy!” “Like Celine Dion in that South Park episode! Hah!” “I’m going to fucking KILL you if you don’t shut it!” Kev nearly shouted. Randy blinked at him, “Shit, dude, what crawled up your ass and laid eggs? I’m only joshin’ ya.” “Just quit it then.” exhaled Kev, rubbing at his pounding temples. “But I’d still do your mom.” grinned Randy, “And that chick in the backyard who looks like her too. Hey, does she like guys our age, is that why she was letting you do that?” Letting you do that, digested Kev. Okay, maybe I can work with this... “Um ... yeah, she sort of does. But you can’t talk about this, not with anybody.” “But-” “With nobody, Randy!” “Yeah, but this is huge-” “Five Playboys.” The other guy paused, licked his lips. “ ... seven.” “Five.” “Seven, dude, this is huge.” “One.” “What?!” gaped Randy at him from the bed, “One! Going backwards, that’s not how you negotiate, dude!” “One. This month’s Hustler.” Randy’s jaw sagged, “ ... really?” Kev reached under his desk and pulled free the magazine that has concealed there, held it up. “Shiiiit!” and his friend bounced up and down on the bed, “You gots yourself a deal, dude!” and Kev tossed over the price of his pal’s silence, Randy caught it and drooled down at the cover, “Sooo sweet. Gonna make this one all sticky an’ shit!” “Uck, do it on your own time.” “Yeah, like I’m gonna choke it in front of you, fag.” “Wouldn’t put it past you.” Randy stuck the mag in his backpack and then leaned back on his elbows, “But okay, spill it. You bought me off, so I’m never gonna tell on ya, but you gotta fill me in, Kev. What’s the deal with that hot college chick!” Kev rubbed at his temples some more, then reached out a hand and flicked on his stereo, filling the room with heavy metal, drowning out their voices for anybody who might be listening. They were alone in the house, but one could never be too careful. They both leaned forward til nearly their noses were touching, and Kev finally popped a grin that challenged Randy’s permanent one, “Okay, but you’re a dead man if you ever breath a word of this, and I’m not shitting you here, because I might as well eat a bullet if this ever gets out.” Randy was ready explode from the anticipation, “Awww shit, this is gonna be hard-core hot, I can just tell!” “You have no idea, man. Because ... that babe?” “Yeah?” “She’s...” “Yeah!!” “She’s ... my...” Next door, on the second floor of the Jalone house, Tia raised her tear-stained face from her My Little Pony pillow and frowned in confusion. I could swear I just heard Randy Blavin shouting the word ‘ant’. Jeez, what a freak, he’s even worse then that pig Kevin. Hah, no surprise that he get’s his rocks off to bugs now... And then her stomach twisted like she was on a rollercoaster! Oh no! What if Kev is showing him the vid! What if he’s showing it to that curly-headed freak RIGHT NOW! The little brunette sat up on the bed, grasping the pink equine-covered pillow to her chest, and fought not to throw up. But wait, no, Kev wouldn’t do that. He may be an idiot but he’s not that stupid. Randy can’t keep his mouth shut, it’s impossible for him to do so, and if Randy knew about the shower vid then within hours all of Danover would know about it, and Kev would lose his leverage against me completely. No, I’d bet anything he won’t tell a soul about it, not when he can use it to make me do what he wants. Kev’d never be that dumb, nope. Which is why I’ve got to be smart about this. In fact, I already have been... Indeed, an operation was already in motion, hope was already on the way. Since ‘Plan A’, aka spill the beans to Daddy, had gone tits-up, Tia hadn’t wasted any time coming up with a ‘Plan B’, and that had involved calling a former lab partner of hers who had once bragged they new somebody who could do techie stuff that was usually relegated to the movies. It had cost her thirty bucks through Paypal just to get the name, but hopefully very soon it would become money well spent. And her cell phone buzzed on her bedside table, she snatched it up excitedly, “H-Hello? Hello!” “Jalone?” asked a careful voice. “Yes! Uh-huh! Are you Oblivion?” “Don’t say my handle on an open line!” “Oh! Sorry!” “You got the money?” Tia nodded fervantly to the empty room, “Yep! Two hundred dollars, just like Jessica told me.” There goes my b-day money shopping spree on Saturday. Stupid Kev! But after this is done I’ll get the refund out of him, else Daddy is going to break his face! “You have it with you?” asked the muffled voice. “Yeah, I got it, all in twenties. When can we meet?” “Right now?” Tia blinked, “Oh? Where do I go to find you?” “Nowhere.” they replied, and to Tia’s immense shock her bedroom door creaked open and a girl barely older then her stood before the threshold. “Holy--how did you DO that?!” the phone fell from her limp fingers. The girl known online as Oblivion grinned darkly, “Got your address off your Daddy’s DMV file, easy as pie, drove over here on my mountain bike. You guys should really try locking your doors, there’s criminal elements about, heh.” The new girl was a bit taller then Tia, very thin with pinkish-blonde hair gelled a bit spikey, and behind large horn-rimmed glasses her eyes were shaded with enough purple eye shadow to supply three Italian supermodels. Black leather and green denim was the theme of her ensemble and an emerald nose stud twinkled in the light, completing her staggering look. ‘Oblivion’ certainly stood out in suburban Danover, probably exactly what she was going for, and as a matter of fact Tia definitely recognized her. “Wait--Veronica?! Veronica Nortelli!” the blackmailed brunette sprang to her feet. The girl computer geek stared at her in surprise, “How do you know my name?” Tia rolled her eyes, “Duh! We’ve got Spanish together.” “We do?” blinked the geeky chick, “Oh, right, you’re the soccer Captain.” “Yeah, that’s me.” Tia replied meekly. “I mostly go by Vee in RL, by the way.” corrected Veronica. “Okay, sure, Vee.” and they shook hands. Veronica, or ‘Vee’ as she said, stepped inside Tia’s bedroom and pushed the door shut with her black leather wrapped butt, “Wait, but you are in so much trouble that you need somebody like me to help? But you’re like on the Purity Society, all that no sex ‘til you get chained to a forty year old husband crap.” “Yep.” nodded Tia, then she frowned, “Well, sort of.” Vee cocked a disbelieving eye at her, “But you need me to get back a computer file that could ruin YOU? Somebody so straight-laced that she probably wears a chastity belt?” Tia tried not to sob and plopped back down on her bed, snuffled sadly, “It’s a long story. I really didn’t do anything wrong. Not really.” Vee came over and sat down beside her, unslung her satchel and set in carefully on the bed behind them, “Look, whatever it is, you can tell me. In fact, you gotta tell me so I know exactly what to do. Don’t worry, your two hundred bucks buys eternal silence. But you got me all worked up now, girl, so spill it: what did Wendy White-Panties do that’s so awful that you need a cracker of my level?” And indeed, Vee was definitely intrigued. Because she had been lying when she’d told Tia she’d had to hack her father’s info in order to get her address. Nope, she’d already knew it quite well. In fact, there was nothing whatsoever that Veronica ‘Oblivion’ Nortelli didn’t know about Tia Jalone. The oh-so delicious Tia Jalone, the hacker licked her lips while the other girl hung her head and began to tell the story. Veronica stroked Tia’s knee to lend support, and felt her own pussy turn to mush at being so close to the girl she’d been dirty dreaming about for more then a year now. Yes ... tell me all your dark secrets, Tia ... and then we’ll see what I can do with them. And Veronica ‘Vee’ Nortelli, aka Oblivion, fought not to smile…