Winning My Ex-Crush

Alan’s POV

The screen of my laptop still displayed a long-haired blonde woman riding a man, her breasts bouncing. The woman resembled Fenella. Perhaps when she grew up, she would look like the woman on my laptop screen.

In truth, I didn’t need to be afraid of getting caught because Mom and Dad were on their honeymoon. As for Amy, well, she seemed to have been out with Chris since the morning. However, there was still the housekeeper in the Schmidt household.

I peeked out of my window. It turned out Mrs. Greta, the housekeeper, was sweeping the dry leaves in the front yard. The house felt quiet that afternoon, so I thought I could watch more freely now. Besides, my ears were starting to hurt, and I couldn’t move freely because of the headphone cable.

“Shit.”

The headphones slipped off my ears again. Just as I was about to adjust them, that damn broken headphone interrupted my fantasy once more. I looked down from my bedroom window again. There was no sign of Chris’s car, and Mrs. Greta was still sweeping the yard.

Feeling safe, I unplugged the headphone cable from my laptop and set it on the desk. I pulled my pants down to my ankles because my butt was starting to sweat, which made me increasingly uncomfortable.

Then I replayed the video on my laptop. I turned down the volume, but I could still hear the woman’s moans. My hands began to squeeze and massage my hard dick.

“Oh, yeah,” it felt fantastic.

“Yes, baby, that’s it. Cum for me.” The woman coaxed with her moans.

Again and again, I fixated on the woman’s body and her contorted expression. It appeared she had orgasmed, and I began to feel greater pressure building in my cock.

“Urgh!” I groaned uncontrollably as I finally reached climax.

Thick, white cum immediately stained my hands and cock. I closed my eyes, squeezing out every last drop until I felt a delicious throbbing pain. I bit my lower lip, trying to suppress the howl that might escape if I didn’t hold back.

“Clark! Where the hell are you, you bastard?!”

Suddenly, Amy slammed the door open. Behind her, Chris followed her in. I screamed in shock and quickly grabbed my pants to cover myself. My dirty, wet hands hastily pulled my pants back up.

“Oh, yeah, naughty boy!” Chris laughed and immediately pulled out his phone.

“What the hell?!” Amy also screamed in shock before bursting into laughter.

In my panic to cover myself, one of my feet got caught in my underwear. I fell hard to the floor with a loud thud. Amy and Chris, still laughing, recorded me. I struggled to pull my underwear up, but Amy was faster. She stomped on one of my hands with her heel to make me stop wearing my pants.

I howled in pain. Tears streamed down my sweaty cheeks. “Please, Amy, please! Stop it!”

“Eww! Is that your cum? Gross!” Amy laughed again while Chris continued recording me.

“Stop!” I tried to free my hand from Amy’s foot.

“Don’t touch me, you freak!” Amy yelled, jumping back to avoid my dirty hands.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“That must be fun, dude.” Chris was still laughing while he kept filming me in my half-naked state as I struggled to cover myself.

“Get out! Get out of my room!”

I cried and shouted at them while pulling on my shorts tightly. My body hunched over as if they could still see my cock, even though I had already put my pants on.

“What’s your problem? I just want to know where you hid my wallet.” Amy roared angrily at me.

“I don’t know about any wallet! Get out of my room!” I yelled back through my tears.

“Hey, stop acting tough! Just wait and see if you’re the one who took my wallet. I will spread that video!” Amy threatened me.

“Please, don’t! Amy…” Hearing her threat made my heart race. My heart sank, and panic flooded over me until tears flowed continuously down my cheeks.

Amy laughed, watching me tremble. She then crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me maliciously.

“One more thing: next week we start school again. Don’t you dare spread any information about our family situation. You also cannot claim that you are my stepbrother.”

“But-”

“Don’t interrupt me, you stupid jerk!”

Amy yelled at me loudly. I shook in response, with the cum starting to dry and stick to my hands. The smell was overwhelming, making my head spin, paired with Amy’s shouting, which made my vision blur even more.

“If news about us gets out, I assure you that your video will also be spread. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Amy,” I answered softly.

“Good.”

Amy and Chris then left me alone. They didn’t even bother to close my room door, as they left as quickly as the wind blew.

***

“Clark.”

My body jolted when I heard that voice from behind me. I turned around and immediately saw Amy intercepting me in front of the soda vending machine.

“What do you want?” I said it curtly to her.

Since returning to school in the fall until now, as we were about to graduate, Amy had never once acknowledged me at school. She continued to bully me at every opportunity. It was clear she didn’t see me as a brother.

Her attitude was completely different when at the Schmidt family home. She played the role of a kind and loving sister in front of Mr. Schmidt. When Mr. Schmidt wasn’t looking, Amy would torment me in her own way.

I had pleaded with my mom to get divorced so we could return to our old home, but of course, my mom refused. She had won the lottery, while I suffered alone.

“Do you want me to tell you something about Fenella?” Amy asked with a sly smile.

Hearing her name from Amy made my heart tremble. My heart raced, and my ears seemed to sharpen. Of course, I was curious!

“What?”

“She said she would accept anyone who confesses their love to her during a special confessional stage tomorrow at prom night.”

“Do you mean the special session for that truth or lie quiz?” I asked, blinking in disbelief.

“Yes. She said she liked seeing people who were brave enough to confess their love in front of a crowd.”

“Really? Why did she say that?” I frowned, still in disbelief.

“Because she is jealous of me, Clark. I told her that I would step up during the special session to confess my love to Chris and that we would date on prom night. She said she also wanted someone to confess their love to her so she could date.” Amy smiled at me.

“I’m sure if you stepped onto the stage, she wouldn’t reject you.”

“What about Laird? Don’t they like each other?” I asked hesitantly after learning that they had been close friends since childhood.

“Laird doesn’t like her. He just enjoys playing around with Fenella, treating her like a fan. You know, the school baseball star sometimes acts like a celebrity.” Amy shrugged and pouted sadly.

Maybe Amy was right. All this time, I frequently saw Amy chatting with Laird in class. It seemed Amy had indeed become close friends with Laird and heard his complaints.

“I feel sorry for Fenella. Don’t you feel sorry for her?” Amy blinked her eyes with a tone full of concern.

“Uh, yeah, Amy. It must be hard to hear painful news about your best friend.” I mumbled.

“Yes. You know Fenella is too kind and weak. I feel sorry for her. She needs someone who will take care of her wholeheartedly.”

“Yeah, I will try, Amy. Wish me luck, I guess.” My voice was still restrained, like that of someone who didn’t care. Then I turned to leave and started looking for the prom night committee room.

Finally, the moment I had been waiting for had come! I was going to be a hero for Fenella once again. She would surely be surprised and touched. After prom night, we would date and unite our long-hidden love!