Mistaken when drunk, pt. 2

It had been about a month since that wonderful night. The images burned in to my brain of my sister’s best friend Janelle sucking me and fucking me and the feeling of me cumming inside of her. I had used those memories to shoot many loads of cum since.

Janelle had been over a few times since then also. Each time she tried her best to avoid me or at least not make eye contact. The biggest difference was she putting me down. Actually, she didn’t say much when I was around. My sister Diana also took a notice that Janelle was acting different also. I overheard them talking about how Janelle had broken up with Chris shortly after that night, and that was why she was acting the way she was. I think I knew the real story.

A couple weeks later I came home and found Janelle and my sister hanging out in the living room. My mom was just finishing up getting ready to head to work for the evening. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek as she headed to the door. She quickly confirmed that Jim was coming over later and let us all know she would be home around 10:30 as normal. I could see Janelle doing her best to avoid looking at me and I decided to just retire to my room for a while.

When I got to my room I decided to play around on my computer a little. Then I started to wonder if it was going to be strange for Janelle to be hanging out downstairs when my sister and Jim making out. That, of course led me to think that maybe Janelle would get drunk again. Images of her naked form standing in the darkness of the basement flashed through my brain again and I felt a familiar twitch. I was just thinking about releasing some energy when my thoughts were broken by the sound of the doorbell.
I knew it would be Jim and who knows: maybe he brought something to drink again. I decided to check out the situation by making the excuse I need something out of the kitchen.

As I walked through the living room on my way, I saw the three of them descending in to the basement, beer and a bottle in Jim’s hands. I guess I have the house to myself for the evening I thought. I retrieved a soda from the fridge and flopped down on the couch remote in hand. I flipped through the channels until I found a Sci-Fi program that looked interesting.

I sat there watching TV for about an hour when a part of me really wanting to sneak down and see what they were up to in the basement. Maybe it was just more from habit than anything else.
I had just decided to go down and peek when I heard someone come upstairs. I figured someone was heading to the bathroom and heard the door close to confirm that assessment. I figured I would just have to wait a little longer before heading down to fulfill my curiosity.

I went back to my program and waited. I heard the toilet flush and the water run in the sink. I heard the door open and waited to hear the normal thumps on the staircase. Though strangely enough I didn’t hear anything. Then I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see Janelle standing just inside the living room staring at me with her arms crossed tightly across her midsection. She had a troubled look on her face as she stood there staring.

I decided I would break the awkward silence with an obvious question.
“Shouldn’t you be downstairs?” I asked.
Janelle seemed to shift uneasy, looking back toward the hallway and back to the floor, then back at me. It was apparent she was uncomfortable with the whole situation.
I just looked back at her and raised my eyebrows, as if to say, “What do you want?”
Janelle looked back at the floor and softly said, “They’re busy making out.”
She stood there arms crossed almost fidgeting in place. It was obvious she didn’t want to be downstairs as a third wheel and really didn’t want to be up here with me. I guess I was the better of two evils. I actually started to feel sorry for her.
“Stay here if you want,” I replied and went back to watching my show.
I could see her out of the corner of my eye move over and sat down in the chair at the side of the couch. She sat down on the edge of the chair, knees together, arms still around her waist and head looking down at the floor.

It wasn’t long before I heard her say, “It was really you, wasn’t it.”
I turned my head and looked over at her. Her eyes came up from the floor and looked at me then back at the floor.

She continued, “In the basement that night. It was you, wasn’t it?”
I must say I was a little surprised that she even talking to me, let alone asking about that night.
I kept looking over at her. Our eyes met again. “Yeah,” I replied. I wasn’t sure how she was going to take it.
Janelle took a minute to process my answer then replied, “Did you tell everyone?”
“No.” I shot back
She just sat there for another minute then asked, “Why?”
“Huh?