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My Beloved Brother	By : Shotahunter1851 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 2877 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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My Beloved Brother

Chapter four: The construction of a Nightmare

          Heavy rain pours upon the streets of Amity Park accompany by strenuous thunder, one odd and unusual house in the suburbs where small rivers form around thanks to the rains, is a couple, softly discussing the events that took place with their children’s school. As far as they knew, there were two cases of prostitution. One of Sam, though this according to Jazz but the second was of a girl they didn’t know anything about, a young cheerleader, her flyers were scattered around the school and her sex videos were sent to every email register to Casper high network.

Not wanting to talk about it anymore, both Jack and Maddie headed over to their bedroom. The mood had been gloomy since Danny and Jazz returned from school early that day, the weather wasn’t helping improve it at all. Tender whimpers from a young raven-haired boy are lost to the sounds of rains and thunder, a burning sensation in his chest imprisons his heart as he watches how Jazz unbuckles his pants. Not wanting to show his privates, the boy tried fruitlessly to keep his pants on but Jazz easily overpowers him as she takes them off. To his surprise his member was at full attention firm like an iron rod, the redhead teen licks her lips as she savors herself for the treat to come, the smell and warm it emanated were mind-numbing.

“Don’t stay up too long Danny, your sister’s already asleep”- Maddie said from the hallway.

His heart nearly stopped as he heard his mother’s voice from beyond the wooden door, but Jazz didn’t even flinch as she “ate” his penis, her tongue moves around the head as her saliva began to run down to his testicles.

“The size, grit, and flavor, were all perfect”- thought Jazz as she began to move her head in an upward-downward movement.

Never had the boy with raven hair ever felt this warmth around his manhood, using both his hands to cover the ever-so-embarrassing whimpers he produced, Danny glances at his sister and her erotic movements followed by vulgar slurping. He could feel the liquid gathering within his phallus, he knew what it was but even so there was nothing he could do to stop it, Jazz could feel the warm liquid filling her mouth. The flavor fills her mind with ecstasy as Danny’s face pales in horror at what he had done, the redhead swallows the white liquid before slowly removing her brother’s meat rod from her mouth.

“What the hell? Why Jazz?” the boy questioned. Jazz wondered if she had pushed too far, maybe he wasn’t as ready as she had hoped for. Nonetheless, it was done, at least now he knew what her intentions were, though for now, she should tread carefully.

“Sorry I thought you might want to try it out since your best friends are doing it.”- Jazz answered.

His heart flinches as he realized that Sam had most likely done the same for Gregor in that hotel, Danny could envision the goth on her knees sucking on the boy’s member like a hungry hound. Paulina was no different as she too had done the same with many men, though in her case it was for money rather than being seduced by a player. It didn’t make him feel any better to know that his long-lost crush slept around for money in a sleazy motel, feeling fully embarrassed by the thought in his mind and by what he had done with Jazz.

The raven hair boy covers himself under his bedsheets as he told his sister to turn off the lights before leaving. Darkness took over his bedroom along with silence, but he didn’t hear the door open rather he felt his bed move slightly as did the sheets, Danny froze on his side of the bed feeling a warm arm pass around his waist.

“You’re not kicking me out, not after that premium blowjob.”- Jazz whispered.

The boy remains in silence as he didn’t feel like arguing with her, all too soon he realizes what his sister’s words meant, Danny knew that Jazz didn’t want to feel used hence the reason she stayed, after all, how many sisters give their brothers fellatios when they feel depressed. He came to understand that, perhaps it was the only way she thought it would make him cheer up again, something like that would have lightened up the day of many other boys who found out, their best female friend and crush were having sex behind their backs.

Any other boy would have gone over to the girl that just gave them a mercy blowjob. The boy with raven hair knew Jazz was still very new to the world around her, the sickness kept her away from people and society, and the rape attempt only made things worse for her. The idea of her being perhaps interested in sexual activities had captured his mind, her virginity was going to be ripped away from her in a very violent manner if he hadn’t been there to stop Dash and his gang. But the talks of Sam’s alleged sexual life with Gregor and Paulina’s flyers perhaps awoken Jazz's interest in sex, the only guy she felt safe and comfortable with, was him.

“Maybe she just wants to try it out, or did she do it because I was so bummed out by Sam and Paulina?”- the boy mentally questioned as he turns over to see his sister.

Though he couldn’t see her due to the dark, he did hear her soft breathing. Danny put his hand behind the back of her head as he came closer to the girl, her warmth and softness were more than enough to welcome the boy into dreamland.

“Thank you, Jazz.”- the boy Whispered unknowing that his sister was wide awake.

Her wicked smile was long and wide, she had him right where she wanted him, dancing around on her palm, now that he knew what a blowjob felt like it was only a matter of time before he asks for it, of course, she would have to give him a reason for it. While the two naughty siblings slept peacefully in their room. In front of their home just across the street, a man dressed in a dark raincoat stands under the rain on the corner watching the house with malicious intent.

“You got my best friend in prison, and you ruin my life, I swear, I WILL KILL YOU.”- Roared the man as the rain covers his voice.

(XXXXX)

As the first rays of sunshine came across the curtains, Danny remains on his bed with his eyes wide open as he stares into the empty ceiling, next to him is the sleeping figure of his sister. She rocks her chest up and down slowly under the blue bedsheets, the sudden knocking on his door shock the boy and forces his sister awake. Their mother Maddie had called Danny for breakfast, his heartbeats were so hard he felt it could burst out from his chest at any moment, soon he heard his mother knock on Jazz’s door, unknowing where her daughter actually was.

Stretching her arms, Jasmine pushes herself out of the bed and into the cold morning, the raven hair boy was surprised to see his sister wearing a red thong as she nonchalantly picks up her pants and blouse. She begins to get dressed while Danny begins to recall the memories from the previous night, which were still fresh in his mind. His heart was broken when he found out his long-life crush Paulina was selling herself and had even advertised it, Danny was among the many who receive the sex videos of the cheerleader but was the only one who wasn’t aroused by her erotic movements.

The boy could only bare to watch for a few minutes before turning it off, the images of seeing the tan girl remove her clothes and toss herself over the bed as the unknown man that was more than double her age spread her legs open, it was beyond unbearable. Once his sister was done getting dressed, she creek the door slightly open making sure no one was in sight, the redhead smiles at Danny as she blows him a kiss and a wink, and the boy’s heart skips a beat upon recalling once more the previous night.

Breakfast was awkward, filled with Danny’s shameful glances as he tried to eat his mother’s scrambled eggs, Jazz added proud stares to the table, though she would much prefer to season her bacon with her brother’s seed. It was three days later that the school let the students know about Paulina’s passing, it shocked all of Casper High, from the students to the teachers and parents, some show genuine remorse for having laughed at the girl while others didn’t even care.

The funeral service was held on Friday morning, the whole cheerleading squad was present along with some of the football team players, though some thought it was of poor taste to have the girls dress in their cheerleader uniform, some others saw it in a better light especially if one considers how much Paulina loved the team. Mrs. Sanchez was the first to find her daughter hanging from the ceiling fan, a tight rope wrapped around her neck held her from the ground, the once beautiful face of the tan cheerleader had now swollen into a sickly purple color, and her eyes were dark and empty, her tongue stretched out from her mouth.

The old woman looks at the lifeless body of her daughter, urine drips from her legs forming a small puddle on the brown carpet, losing all strength in her legs she falls to her knees. Her screams were so loud, that she awoke not only her husband but the whole neighborhood. Naturally, the police had to conduct an investigation regarding not just Paulina's suicide but also the whole prostitution ring she had mentioned while she was held in the principal’s office. No one expected her to take her own life the same day she was discovered, the pressure of her parents and schoolmates was in the end too much for her, so much that she hung herself at the rhythms of Humpty-dumpty, her favorite band.

(XXXXX)

“Good evening, Mister Sanchez, I’m detective Aragon Prince and this is my partner, Dorothea Prince. If you don’t mind, we have a few questions.”- the police detective said as he shows the insignia given to Amity Park police detectives.

The police investigator stood just one full head below Mister Sanchez, his face was hard with eyes sharp like knives, clearly, he had years of experience backing him up, surprisingly his grey hair reached as far as his shoulders, it was something very uncommon in police officers even detectives. To his side, just a step behind was his partner, a blonde woman whose hair was slightly longer than Aragon’s though, unlike the man, her hair was neatly tied in a braid while he let his hair down.

Both detectives walk into the house, and the first thing they notice was a series of empty liquor bottles on the dining table, it was clear that mister Sanchez was trying to drown his guilt with booze, perhaps even his wife was partaking. The family hadn’t even considered her daughter taking part in such activities, but they knew very little of Paulina despite being her parents since both worked, and were often out of the house. Mister Sanchez owns a semi-successful restaurant near downtown where his wife is the main chef hence the reason they were often out of the house until late, many times coming back after midnight.

Aragon knew there wasn’t much he could learn from the parents, so he asks to be taken to Paulina’s room, there was much a room can tell about a person, and surely there was much he and his partner would uncover. The room was filled with posters of rock bands, a pink bed placed against the wall just under the window, a white make-up table next to the closet, and to the left side of the door was a large wooden drawer. A brand-new red dress was neatly placed over the bed, still protected by its plastic wrapping, a concert ticket for Saturday taped to the mirror, and a pair of matching new high-heels near the closet.

“She definitely wasn’t planning on taking her own life.”- Dorothea said as she opens the closet revealing many clothes of brand names.

Paulina had planned out her Saturday night, she was going to a concert of her favorite band with her best friend Star, though a designer dress and high-heels were perhaps inappropriate for a rock show. The girl had been given a very handsome allowance by her father but even so, there was no way she could afford such a dress, maybe if her parents had paid a little more attention to her, they would have noticed the extra income.

To the layman, the room would resemble that of a young cheerleader, the trendy rock bands and the expensive clothes along with the fashionable furniture, and luxurious cellphone was to show her success as a schoolgirl, but to Aragon, it expresses a girl with low self-esteem, desperate to show off and have a place where to belong. As they examine the room, nothing seems to show her nightlife, Dorothea noticed a diary laying on the nightstand but only random entries were written, nothing special, by a strike of luck Dorothea step on some loose floorboards inside the closet.

Hidden under the floor was a large red sports bag, the blonde woman retrieves it and carefully put it above the bed to further examine, the bag held more clothing though far more lascivious in nature, such as thongs, skirts, and dresses a few sizes too short for the cheerleader. A second smaller bag filled to the brim with condoms and lubricants, but most importantly, a second diary that detailed her activities, names, and locations were neatly written. The female detective couldn’t help but notice the entries where she stated what she had to wear for her dates, there was a slight disgust to know a schoolgirl sold herself like this.

“Jerry, Pig Pen motel, Friday 16, 5:00 pm, cheerleader outfit”- the detective read out loud.

At least now they could put a name to the man in the video, and a location but as far as both detectives knew it could just be a nickname. Due to the focus on Paulina, the male figure was almost always out of frame making it harder to uncover his identity. Whoever edited the video made sure to keep the tan cheerleader in full view, hardly taking notice of “Jerry,” all that was left was to determine where this motel is located.

“Hey!! You’re the cops going after whoever forced Paulina to kill herself!”- a young blonde girl said, “let me help you!”- the girl added.

A crying Mrs. Sanchez rushes in trying to drag the girl outside while apologizing for the interruption, nevertheless, the kid continued asking to be let in, she wanted to help no matter what, and her eyes were filled with desperation.

“I understand you want to help but we can handle it, miss?”- Aragon questioned.

(XXXXX)

The girl’s name was Star Grifin, she was best friends with Paulina but even though she didn’t know about her friend’s secret work, it came as a relief for Dorothea to know that at least the cheerleader had the decency to not drag her friends into this lifestyle, the older woman went back to the living room as she couldn’t stand to be near her daughter’s room. Star was there when the cheerleader’s mother began screaming, the blonde cheerleader as usual went to pick up her friend, though she was sure her friend wasn’t in the mood to go to school but wanted to make sure she was doing better.

Still, if she only knew what Paulina had in mind then she would have accompanied her bestie all night, Star stood behind Paulina’s mother as Mr. Sanchez tried to cut his daughter down. The purple swollen face of Paulina would forever haunt her dreams, for Star, Paulina was more than a friend, she was the closest thing to a sister she ever had and to see her hanging like that was horrifying.

“Did she have any enemies? Someone that dislikes her perhaps?”- the detective questioned.

Star remained at the door, as she explains how her friend may have trampled over some people, not all girls approve of her unwritten breast size rule or the fact that she forced the school to accept even smaller miniskirts as part of the cheerleading uniform. The girl had made quite a handful of “enemies” but none that could actually do more than complaint with the principal or with mister Lancer, slightly blushing Star mentioned that Paulina even wanted to trade the sports underwear for thongs, of course, no one accepted yet she laughed it off saying it was just a joke.

At the time no one knew why she had insisted on those changes but once her “special” activities were put in the spotlight, it all became clearer, perhaps the fact that she started a sexual life too soon made her change for the worse. Aragon and Dorothea wonder if one of her clients had convinced her to force these rules on the cheerleading squad as only a degenerate could actually seek out her services.

“Now that I think about it, there was a boy”- Star said.

Paulina was often followed by the boys at Casper high so Star didn’t really take notice until now, she explains that a white-haired boy with a funny accent had been following them around for a time, concretely days before the suicide.

“I don’t know his name but he’s the only guy with white hair”- the girl continued.

“Thank you, you’ve been a real help”- Aragon said, though his face was hard and stoic he did mean his words of gratitude.

(XXXXX)

Danny was sitting in front of his computer playing a video game like he usually does, though he was losing miserably for his mind was elsewhere, having heard about Paulina’s death was a powerful blow to his heart. The boy had attended the funeral service along with his parents and Jazz, those near the Fenton family found it rude to see the redhead chewing gum and making bubbles with it as she played with her cellphone, not even bothering to tune down the volume of her game, Jack told his daughter to stop being so rude, yet she still continued as if she hadn’t heard anything.

That night Danny once more cried himself to sleep all while Jazz remain at his side, patting his head like a sobbing toddler, though he couldn’t see her face she had a small grin, the redhead knew no one stood in her way now, though he ignored her offer to “cheer” him up as she did before.

(XXXXX)

The raven hair boy moves his eyes towards his sister who was sitting on his bed while reading a book, next to her was a half drank milk glass she had been sipping on for the last thirty minutes, besides it was a bowl with dry fruit loops and a second glass on his desk. Though he drank it all, the raven hair boy glanced over to her, to her luscious lips, he couldn’t help as he recalls seeing those moisty lips around his member all while she snacks on the cereal.

Daniel couldn’t concentrate on his game so long as his redheaded sister was there reading the evening away, under more normal circumstances he would have kicked her out the door but after all the support she had given him during these troubled times, there was no way he could be rude to her now. With his heart in shatters, Sam lockup, and Paulina dead, Jazz was sure that her brother was more than ready to be completely harvested, she had taken notice of the glances he gave her. She wondered if the idea of having her lips around his manhood again was beginning to carve in his head, that and a little of her special brew.

Hearing the computer power down, Jazz lowers her book as she waited for Danny to ask her to “cheer” him up. As Danny walks near her, the girl made a soft hand brush over her right pocket to make sure she hadn’t forgotten the condom strip. Just in case he wanted more than just a blowjob, for the moment the redhead didn’t want some brat hugging up all their time. She drew a smile as her brother stood next to her, their baby blue eyes met with each other as she stood up ready to comply with whatever he demanded of her.

“It’s getting late, go to your room”- Danny said.

“What?! Are you sure? Don’t you want me to, you know?”- Jazz replied as she motions air fellatio with her hand.

“No thanks”- Danny calmly answered.

Jazz couldn’t believe what she just heard, she was sure that after all, he went through with Sam and Paulina, and the aphrodisiac she secretly pours into his drink nearly every night was more than enough to make him want her. Perhaps her daily clothes were not good enough, maybe if she wore the same shorts that had his eyes glued to her before being a better option, Jazz wonders if she had skipped a few steps or did something wrong as Danny gently pushed her out.

The redhead turns around just in time to see her brother close the door and lock it, one thing she had learned from Gregor was that boys became obedient as puppies if sex was involved, the white-haired boy was a prime example of it. He would bark, heel and roll over to her command so long Jazz dangle Sam’s pale tushie in front of him, but it didn’t work with Danny, indeed she had given him wholehearted fellatio filled with all her love, logically he would want to repeat. Naturally, the boy should want more. Jazz began to consider the many possibilities as to why he still refuses her, standing in front of her full body mirror she glances over her nude form.

“I’m certainly better looking than that floorboard of Sam, and Paulina is way too used up to even compete with me, so why did you refuse me?”- the girl whispered.

She couldn’t believe that Danny had rejected her, naturally, any guy would be all over her by now, perhaps her special brew wasn’t enough but as she recalls him drinking the beverage, it didn’t seem like it had even taken effect at all.

“Well he isn’t any guy, He’s Daniel Fenton…my brother…” the girl whispered as she tumbles over her bed, “fuck…that’s right he’s my brother no wonder he still refuses me.”

Her phone began to ring as a text message from Gregor come in, he had remained in silence for the past week, the death of Paulina was a little too much for him to bear, but now that the guilt had passed by. And Gregor wanted his reward, he did help Jazz force this outcome so he should at least get paid for it. Jazz knew she had to pay up, she didn’t want him nagging and getting in the way much less to have him talking with Danny about anything uncalled for, the white-haired boy knew to keep his mouth shut.

“I’ll get things ready, for the meantime jerk off for all I care”- Jazz wrote.

A simple “got it,” came back to her phone, and no more texts followed up. Though it was getting rather late Jazz went over to her computer as she needed to see if something went wrong when she brewed the “potion.”

No matter how many times she read the instructions, she couldn’t find anything wrong, she followed the formula to letter, not missing a single step, the first time she used this potion, it had a somewhat mild effect on Danny, though she cut the dose in half for the second time hoping that now that her brother had “tasted” her, he would be more willing to comply to her desires. Now she considers doubling or even tripling the dose. The redhead takes notice of a pop-up advertisement on the left of her screen, it read “The most powerful aphrodisiac in the world,” out of curiosity, and given the fact that her brew had no effect on Danny anymore she hovers the cursor over the word “Buy.”

The advertisement was perhaps a little too convenient for her, but Jazz did recall that the internet runs some sort of commercial algorithm, so she could get the best offers according to her most recent searches. Upon clicking on the ad, a second page opens up, though the only thing she could manipulate was the quantity, it had various offers such as a six-bottle set costing $10, a twelve-bottle set for $25, and so on, there was a special offer for a hundred bottles for a hundred dollars, tired of making flaw potions she clicks on the six-bottle set.

(XXXXX)

A mere second after clicking on the buy button her doorbell rang forcing her to turn her head over to the window, the coincidence was too outstanding, but as she turns back to the screen, she saw the page had written in large letters, “Thank you for shopping with us Jazz,” it may her heart nearly stop. Was someone spying on her just like she had done before with Paulina, she quickly ripped her web camera and tossed it into the trash bin, the doorbell was ringing a second time. Her window was over the main door, so she took a glance carefully pulling her head out the frame.

Though she was expecting someone to dress like a wannabe gangster or even a junkie, instead she saw a mailman dressed in the postal service uniform, she couldn’t see his face but he took notice of her as he waves at her, it was too dark to see his face but for a moment she swore he had glowing red eyes. Before leaving her room, the girl turns her attention to her screen noticing that the message was gone, once in the hallway, she turns over to her brother’s room as his lights were off, it was easy to assume he was asleep, she would have to try harder next time.

Her parents’ room was down the hallway just a door past the “armory” Jack had built some time ago, Jazz had never been inside since it was guarded by a sophisticated lock that opens with a password, the redhead knew her father wouldn’t wake unless there was an earthquake while her mother was most likely getting up if she heard the bell ring again. Armed with a patent Fenton ghost zapper that also functions as a needlessly powerful Taser with a discharge of 250,000 volts, Jazz opens the door slowly, to her surprise it wasn’t a man that stood at her doorsteps as she initially thought but a woman.

Though dressed like a mailman she lacks any of the logos from the postal office, her hair was short and blacker than black itself, the redhead looks at her as she also makes quick glances around trying to make sure no one else was at the door. What she did notice was that there wasn’t a postal truck either, just the lady, the small package in her hand and the bright moon above her head, the smile on the postal lady was long and wicked, it reminded her of her own smile when she practiced it in the bathroom, as their eyes met she could see the color of honey within them, smoothing yet hypnotic.

“Delivery for Miss Jasmine Fenton, please sign here and pay the fee”- the woman suddenly said in an oddly cheery voice. Jazz remains in silence as she “holster” the taser in her belt, once paid, the woman handed over the package, the girl could feel how the bottles move within, the box had been sealed with duct tape.

“So, do I get a receive”- Jazz said as she finishes examining the box.

To her surprise the postal worker was gone, she steps outside to see where she had gone to, but all she could only see were the streetlamps illuminating the streets, a hobo digging in the trash dumpster for a late-night snack in the alley across the street, some cars parked along the sidewalk and the bitterly cold winds. Wondering if she actually hallucinated the whole interaction Jazz closes the door, the weight of the box in her hand proves that someone was at her door, as she retrieves to her room, across the street was the hobo staring at the Fenton house.

“Where did that delivery lady go to?”- the man questioned as he removes his hoodie.

(XXXXX)

Under the rags was Kwan Li, the former football player stares at the only window with the lights still on, he assumed that was Jazz’s room, he observes the surrounding area, it came as a surprise to him when from within the shadows a woman came out and simply disappear as she had arrived. The once football player ignores the mysterious postal worker as he begins to plan out how to enter her room, along the water pipe connected to a gutter on the roof was the best option as it passes next to her window.

He needed to wait for the perfect moment to enter the house and claim his revenge on the girl that forces him to the streets, as the boy lay behind the dumpster and cover himself under a dirty blanket, he recalls all that he had been through. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, Kwan crosses the street ignoring the police sirens heading towards where his friend lay unconscious, not stopping for anything he continues as his eyes are filled with tears.

He knew all was lost, it was only a matter of time before either Dash or any of his two friends would rat him out in return of a better sentence, slamming the house door shut, he fell to the ground with his back against the door. His parents had come over to see him as they heard the door shut loudly, it was unusual to see him in such a state, covered in sweat and tears, his father, the man of the house was quick to get answers from his son.

Neither his father nor mother liked one bit the fact that he and Dash along with two unknown men tried to rape a fellow student, the woman softly cried on the couch wondering where she had gone wrong with her boy, and Kwan remain in the living room for several minutes as mister Li looks at him with a stern expression, he wonders on what to do. Once the football player was identified there would be no way for him to go back to school or even to stay at his house, the police would surely be knocking at their door at any moment and though he considers handing his son over to the authorities, Kwan as stupid as he may be was still his son and to see him go to prison would be unbearable.

The man ran up to his room and came back with a small wad of cash, almost a grand of his entire “fortune.” The man instructed his son to go with his uncle before the police arrived, armed only with a handful of clothes in his sports bag he rode his bicycle over to his uncle’s house. Though his uncle’s family welcome him for a few days once the police came looking for Kwan at his house and eventually found out what he did or at least what he tried to do, the family was very quick to kick him out given the fact that his uncle has a daughter slightly younger than the football player.

Fearing for his child’s safety he turns Kwan away, though he wanted to call the police he was unable to do so as the boy was still his nephew and he owes his brother one too many favors. The following weeks were a nightmare for the boy as he jumps from house to house, only lasting a few days in each place always being reminded of his sins, when his relatives found out the reason as to why he was hiding, they began addressing him as “rapist.”

He never had the intention of actually doing it, he had the sole intent of standing guard and no more but somehow Dash convinced him to the very least help him hold Jazz down as he took his turn. No one even batted an eye when Kwan left the last house he was hiding in. For days he roams the city, wondering how bad his situation was, eventually his money ran out and so he began to eat from the trash bins, almost as a miracle he spotted the redhead walking down the street.

In her hand was a large ice cream, one that Kwan hadn’t tasted in what seems an eternity, his mouth waters up as he saw the redhead enter the house, it amazed him not to have noticed the huge neon sign that read “Fenton Works.” He reminiscence in having his own place to call home, never had he been so jealous of anyone before, to starve for what the girl ate, to envy her soft bed and the warmth of a family, there was no way he could return home as the police constantly check his house.

Jazz was the origin of his demise, if only had she said “yes” to Dash when he asked her out none of this would have happened at all, Dash wouldn’t have been convinced by his friends to do something so stupid. Kwan would still be living in his house, sleeping warm in his bed every night after feasting on his mother’s dinner, going to school, and practicing side by side with his best friend. With tears in his eyes, the large once-proud football player falls asleep.

Jazz sat on her bed as she opens the box, effectively there were six small bottles no taller than five centimeters each, barely a finger wide, the redhead doubted the authenticity and the effectiveness of this “potion.” The crystal-clear flask had a strange pink liquid within, nonetheless, a mere sniff was more than enough to heat her chest, she was beginning to get aroused, at least now she knew the potion was real but perhaps a little too powerful for any practical use.

After having calmed herself down, she began to study the bottle and the box they came in, there were no instructions anywhere whatsoever, just a transparent bottle and the vanilla box they came in, as for the ad, it was gone and without a name, it was very difficult to determine what kind of drug this was. It worried her to know someone knew she needed this, but to have it time so perfectly was her truest concern. Nevertheless, it could all be reduced to mere coincidence, at least that’s what she forces herself to believe.

Breakfast, as well as the sibling’s journey to school, was all silent, the boy avoided seeing his sister in the eyes since he kicked her out of his room, Jazz couldn’t help but wonder just how resilient her brother is to the “potion.” Though they shared the same blood, even though he should be by now at least somewhat interested in her, she just couldn’t pinpoint the reason as to why he was so adamant in accepting her love, Sam and Paulina were out of the picture and she had made it very clear what she wanted with him.

“It’s not normal.”- the girl thought.

She could see her brother walk away into the hallways that led to his classroom, halfway to his locker he met with Tucker who only gave a sideways glance to Jazz, the boy had grown fearful of the older teen ever since their “talk” about Danny having a crush on Paulina, he felt something wasn’t right with her, more so than usual. Tucker had begun to avoid visiting the Fenton residence since she would always be there, it didn’t take him long to find out that the redhead had taken a taste for staying in Danny’s room, and forced to ignore the ever-so-rude boy she continues to her own locker, as she retrieved the books she would be needing for the day, she felt a presence behind her.

“What do you want Gregor?” the girl asked without even turning around.

“That’s amazing, how did you know it was me?”- the white-haired boy replied.

Jazz began walking without turning to see him, Gregor had been bothering the redhead via text constantly requesting his reward, so much she was sick of him, it was surprising as to how fast he got over the Paulina deal. Gregor knew he helps out but he hadn’t expected the cheerleader to take her own life, yet he did his part and wanted his end of the deal, it was then that Jazz came up with an idea, and she orders him to meet her behind the library after class.

Danny wanted to put some distance between himself and Jazz, but still comply with her many whims, he had to admit that his grades had improved greatly ever since she began to tutor him after classes. Nevertheless, spending long hours together was starting to weigh on him as time passed by, Danny loves his sister dearly and furthermore enjoys her company but even so, he needs some space for himself.

To see her every day in his room sitting on his bed reading or talking to him about senseless things such as seeing a pretty bird was starting to annoy him, but he could never be rude to her. She stood next to him in his worse times as he did the same for her, it was his duty as a brother to look out for her, to keep her safe, perhaps she had confused his care for something else, with a different meaning. Danny knew this to be true as she had started to offer herself to him, if only she weren’t his sister, he would be most happy to accept her advances, even if he had the sole intention of keeping things like a healthy brother-sister relationship.

The memories of having her soft lips around his penis were still vivid in his mind, almost as if she had just removed them from him a few moments ago, Danny loathed this part of him, to caress the idea of repeating that night, to feel her again. He understood that Jazz is sick, that she needs proper guidance so he may lead her into a better and healthier relationship, and that maybe she could someday find someone with whom she’ll be able to share these intimate moments of love and passion.

“What’s the plan?”- Gregor asked as Jazz walked up to him.

Making sure no one saw them, Jazz pulled out a single small flask with the semi-translucid pink liquid, the boy with white hair looks at it confused, he wonders if the redhead wanted him to personally drug and kidnapped Sam just like she did before, surely that was impossible for him.

“It won’t knock her out, but it’ll make things very and I do mean very easy for you, just don’t give her the whole bottle”- Jazz said

At the start, Gregor didn’t understand where she was getting with this, but all she explains was to pour the liquid inside any beverage that Sam drank and she would be his, so long the effect lasted. Once back at the Fenton House, Jazz stared at Danny who silently ate his dinner, though she wanted to try the so-called most “powerful aphrodisiac” with her brother, she didn’t know the real effects it could have. She would have to wait until Gregor reported back, she hadn’t asked him to give her any details about the encounter but she knew for a fact that all his friends were reduced to one or two kids he seldom shared lunch with.

He would most likely ask for more if it works, but if it didn’t, there wasn’t the need for her too worried at all since her hands would be spotless in this, Gregor, on the other hand, had his greasy fingers all over the flask and would be the only one serving it to Sam. For the last few nights Danny had locked his door up, the redhead was most displeased with her brother’s silly attitude towards her, all she tried to do was to cheer him up, just like any other caring sister.

Gregor laid down on his bed, he felt cheated as he had been given a tiny bottle of pink water in place of having Sam for his enjoyment, but the more he looks at the flask the more he understood that Jazz wouldn’t back down on her word. The redhead was a resourceful girl, she had somehow managed to drag Sam and put her in the car without anyone noticing, and though he had no proof whatsoever, Gregor knew she had forced Paulina to take her own life. It seemed wise not to doubt the red-haired witch, as he had come to baptize Jazz behind her back, it seems like a proper title for someone so wicked and so vile as her, so far as Gregor was concerned, he too was a victim of her schemes, just a string puppet.

“I better get some shut-eye”- the boy whispered.

The following day Jazz, as usual, was at the library reading her afternoon away, as for Danny he had detention for having escaped the classroom for the seventh time this week, it was only Wednesday, and though his punishment ended at five o’clock he still had to help mister Lancer arranged several documents, this of course in apologies for leaving his class. The redhead sat at her favorite table, the large windows overview the street and the café where she constantly bought her preferred mochaccino, there was a certain satisfaction to taking Danny to that café in particular after each study session.

Perhaps it was the fact that she got rid of her competition in the parking lot just behind the building or that she brought her brother here every day and he was none the wiser, surely it was cruel but not uncalled for, the goth knew the consequences of messing with her and her most beloved Danny. With hasty steps, a young boy with white hair waltz into the Manson manor front garden just in time to see a green car leave the garage, his heart beating hard as he rings the bell, after a few moments an elderly lady who Gregor knew was Sam’s grandmother opens the door.

The boy knew the family schedule by heart at this point, Pamela would leave to play bridge with her neighbors every Wednesday after Sam’s tutor finishes her lectures, as far as he knew the woman came back around midnight, and Jeremy would always go to the “club” with his work friends every Wednesday and Friday like religion, leaving only the old lady. She would normally stay on the ground floor watching her soap operas in the living room, thankfully Sam’s room was on the first floor down the hall quite far from where the old lady enjoys her shows.

Using the excuse of bringing Sam some “important” school documents he convinces the lady to let him in, the grandma was kind and innocent for she let the boy walk inside the house, she thought that her granddaughter needed to be near her friends, especially in these difficult times. Her old and crummy legs didn’t let her climb the stairs with the same ease as they once did, so Gregor continue without her, his excitement was clear as day, and his trembling hands knocked on Sam’s door.

“Hey what’s up Gregor?”- the goth asked.

“Nothing, just came to see you?”- the boy replied.

The goth began to complain about the many books reports her tutor had forced her to do, and the constant tests the teacher came up with, naturally, the private lessons were far better than anything Casper high could offer. Still, she missed the crowds and the underpaid, mediocre teachers who pretended to care for her future, but above all, she misses her friends Danny and Tucker, she never had the chance to clear things up with them.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure your gonna see them soon.”- the boy said as he offers her a soda.

Just under the cap, Gregor had pierced a needle with little less than half of the pink liquid, a little fire from a lighter to seal it back and Sam was none the wiser as she began drinking the soda before the boy’s gleeful eyes. While talking nonsense he watches the “magic” take place, the goth claim it was too hot as she apologizes while taking off her combat boots, and she began walking up and down the room.

“Say, why don’t you take off your blouse, you’ll feel fresher that way”- Gregor invited.

“Your right”- the girl answered as she not only took off her black blouse but remove her leggings.

The white hair boy knew the potion had worked, never again shall he ever doubt the red-haired witch, her potion works wonderfully, she did mention it wouldn’t knock her out but instead would make things very easy, now he understood what she meant.

“It is very hot in here, let me take my shirt off”- the boy continued. It didn’t take much convincing for him to have all of Sam’s clothes on the floor next to his own, her eyes were glued to his hardened penis as she drools over the idea of touching it.

“You gotta go, really. You. Gotta. Go.”- the goth whimper as she turns around.

Her hand moved almost as if it had a mind of its own, her fingers caressing her crotch over the purple bat panties she wore, Gregor walk behind her as he puts his hands over her shoulders and whispered, “feeling itchy?” The white in Sam’s eyes had turned into a slight pinkish color though Gregor hadn’t noticed, he forces a kiss onto her purple-painted lips, slowly but firmly his tongue breaches into her mouth as his hand tends to her itch.

Sam watches how her “friend” lays her on the bed while he pulls her panties away, her heart beats hard as Gregor spread her legs open, though her mind tells her to scream “no,” her mouth couldn’t say anything, a strange desire ate within her, it was almost as if she wanted this.

“Don’t worry Sam, I know what to do”- Gregor said as he had already tasted her fruit before.

The hands on the clock show it was already 6:25 pm, Danny had finally finished arranging mister Lancer’s documents, most were of test and book reports that seem to have been downloaded online. His steps were heavy as he didn’t want to go home to his sister, her behavior was most estranged, and surely, she was starved for affection but it was the kind he couldn’t give her, he could only love her so much as a brother could. Soon he found himself in a very familiar street, just down a few blocks he could find Sam’s manor, it was almost seven pm but still, he was there, going against his sister’s advice he carries on to the manor.

No fence guarded the house because Pamela wanted everyone to see the beautiful garden she tended, though she had never even once planted any of the roses she is so proud of, nor had she watered the plants. A well-paid gardener took care of that but since she paid the man it was hers, Danny tread over the cobblestone road leading to the main door as it was a simple twenty-meter walk, to the left was the garage which consisted of a simple wooden roof to keep the sun away from the car. After ringing the bell, Danny expected Jeremy to open the door, the boy had gone through the many excuses he could use to come so late to see Sam, but it was none other than goth’s grandmother who attended the door.

“Good evening, ma’am, I’m sorry to come here so late but can I see Sam for a moment?”- Danny asked as kindly as he could.

Naturally, the old woman let him in, she had known about Danny thanks to Sam who always spoke about him and their “adventures” around town, though it was his second time here, the boy more or less knew where to go. It came as a pleasant surprise to know that the old lady liked the same game show he and his family did, the roaring of the crowd could be heard coming from the television as he ascended the stairs.

But the cheers and applause were soon replaced by a sound he could recognize also from the television, though at a much later time and completely alone, he felt his stomach empty as he came closer to the door where the sound was coming from. As he puts his hand over the doorknob and his ear against the door, a lump is formed within his throat just under the tongue, his fingers begin to numb and a tingly sensation runs through his back, his eyes fall to the ground, and he could see light coming out from the door frame.

The sounds of a squeaky bed rocking almost rhythmically at the sounds of flesh hitting flesh overwhelm his ears, begging to be wrong Danny opens the door as quietly as possible, the scene before him was beyond shocking. Sam was over the bed, supporting herself with her knees and hands in a position known as “doggy style” while Gregor smashes her ass savagely, Danny’s eyes move over Sam’s body, from her feet to her head.

The white hair teenager takes notice of Danny as he pulls the goth by her short black hair and spanks her pale buttocks every time he penetrates her, going even harder as he had an audience, Sam’s face is filled with nothing more than ecstasy and delight. Danny remained at the door still trying to process what his eyes are showing him; his initial shock turns to repugnance as he sees Gregor’s meat pole go in and out from his best friend’s rear.

“Harder! Please do it harder!”- Sam moan.

“You like it rough, eh”- Gregor replied. Soon disgust turns to anger, anger into a rage, Danny tightens his grip around the doorknob, and his eyes shine with a murderous desire but as he’s about to slam the door open, a thought stops him.

“I can’t do this, Sam’s not my girlfriend, she’s just my friend…Gregor is her boyfriend…I’m nothing to her…”- Danny whispered as he lets go of the handle.

Never had he felt this humiliated in his life, tears stream down his chin, it was only him who care for their friendship while Sam was busy with Gregor, slowly he walks away feeling like trash. Under the sounds of Sam’s moaning Danny left the hallway, the old Manson woman saw him leave but by his hunchback form she could tell something was wrong, she had heard about their fight, maybe things couldn’t be settled just yet.

“Jazz was right…I didn’t listen and got walked all over again.”- Danny whimpered as he trod back home.

His walk back leads him straight into the park, resting against a tree the raven hair boy began to cry as he was unable to shake off the horrible images of Sam and Gregor together. It was around nine o’clock that the loving couple finished their intercourse, Gregor wheezes in satisfaction as he cleans his member from his love juices Sam, the girl, on the other hand, remains laying on her stomach with her face away from the boy. The boy ogles at her exposed pale back and slightly redden butt cheeks, the boy licks his lips as he gently poses himself over the teen, and his face comes closer to the nape of her neck, her normally sweet scent now mixing with sweat and other bodily odors, made the perfect fragrance for the evening.

“Get out.”- Sam cold and vicious said.

Gregor obey but not without giving her a kiss on the cheek and a light slap on the butt, as he said he’ll come back soon, Sam didn’t understand what had just happened, she didn’t feel used, she clearly wanted to do it with Gregor but why? Jack and Maddie had to physically stop Jazz from going to look for Danny, she hadn’t been able to make contact with him throughout all evening, and her parents fear something bad could happen to their daughter if she roams the city at night.

They had already been called by the police once, the fact that she was nearly a rape victim made them overly protective of her, but once it was nine-thirty Danny walks inside the house. His eyes are puffy and red, Jazz immediately hugs him as hard as she can, and without saying a single word he takes the redhead by the hand and walks up to his room, both their parents have a surprised expressions on their faces, their usually happy son had the appearance of having seen a ghost or worse. The door closes behind the boy as he buries his face on her chest and sobs, Jazz had never seen her brother so shattered, he cried his eyes dry and though he could shed tears no more, he still tried.

“You were right”- the boy whimpered.

The girl knew his schedule by heart, she knew everything about her brother, from the exact moment he woke up in the morning, the side of his mouth he prefers to use when eating his meals, the moment he snoozes away in class and when he rushes out for the bathroom without asking for permission. She hadn’t completely uncovered what he really did in the bathroom, On one occasion she follows him to the restroom, though his favorite sneakers were also preferred by many kids his age, she could recognize him very easily.

No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t see his footwear among the many pairs under the stalls, the janitor called her out once he saw the redhead on her knees glancing under the doors, the old man threw her out from the boy’s bathroom. A mere instant later Danny walkout in the opposite direction from her, the girl was more than sure he wasn’t inside but the fact that the boy did come out only meant she was wrong. As she subsided these memories she held on to her dear brother, her hand caressing his soft silk-like hair, though she should be delighted to have Danny in her arms clutching onto her breast, she could feel his tears wetting her blouse.

Whoever brought this sorrow to Danny must pay in blood for his or her crime, Jazz calmed her brother down and lay him to sleep in his bed, their parents were outside the room waiting for the redhead to explain what had happened. But she had no answer for them, not even for herself, once in her room from the peephole she was so fond of, the girl stared at Danny as he had cried himself to sleep. A ring from her phone came announcing a message from Gregor, his words of gratitude were impressive, the same “Thank you” repeated constantly as he offers to help her with anything she needed, his lust had taken the better part of him.

Sam was in his eyes no longer human but a tool for his own pleasure, the little flask was the key to enjoying her, Jazz questioned if he had seen her brother at any point of his intercourse with Sam. Though he was too engrossed with his fun to notice anything aside from the panting goth, he did recall seeing the boy at the door but chose not to tell her about it, the redhead was unconvinced of his answer as she heads over to her bed and covering herself under the sheets while tossing her phone on the nightstand, she knew Gregor didn’t tell her everything.

A few days later Gregor came home and saw a couple at the door talking to his aunt, he could hear the phrase, “it’s about miss Paulina,” the boy shivered as he came near the man with long grey hair and a blonde woman. Both presented themselves as police detectives Aragon and Dorothea Prince, the names seem odd to Gregor but according to the female detective, their parents were heavy into medieval fantasy.

The boy asked if it was normal to have siblings as police partners as his aunt welcome them inside the house, though rather than answering, Aragon ask if he knew Paulina Sanchez, and the question took him by surprise. Gregor didn’t want his aunt to hear anything so he took them to his room, the woman already found him a nuisance so he couldn’t add anything more and turn it into hatred, she always glares at the boy when he played with his much younger cousin.

As the detective opens his briefcase, Dorothea asks her to leave as she pushes the old lady outside the room, the woman could hear the door lock from within, Gregor's face pales up as he sees a picture of himself in the motel lobby being place over his desk. He had thought the “Pig Pen” didn’t have any cameras though this was true at some point, because a junkie tried to rob the place two months prior to Gregor’s visit, and the owners install secret cameras in the lobby.

“Several witnesses say you’ve been following miss Paulina for a few weeks and the camera puts you in the same motel a day before Paulina and her sugar daddy booked the exact same room.”- Aragon monologue.

“The clerk confirmed it was the same room, what’s more, you asked specifically for that room.”- Dorothea added.

His brain was running at full capacity by now, he was filmed by the camera and the sleepy front desk guy recognized him, Gregor didn’t know why Jazz wanted to film Paulina, all he knew was that he was the only one in the scene.

“While I don’t know about Paulina staying there, I heard from some upperclassmen that if you book that room the hookers will accept you no matter the age.”- the boy lied. He made up a story of how he heard some seniors brag about popping their cherry at the Pig Pen, he added a false detail that he needed to make room 110 for the girls to accept.

“Turns out it’s a code, you gotta say; I got room 110.”- Gregor continued.

The detectives had heard rumors of this type of activity and coding among the teenagers but the shivering boy made it hard to believe, even as he claimed to have saved up his allowance for weeks. Dorothea walked over to his computer and asked if she could take a look into it, of course, the boy refuses as he asks for a warrant or a search order, he did store the pictures of Sam in his computer, about the night he took her virginity.

There was also the video he made once the potion took full effect on Sam, he couldn’t afford the police seeing any of it, he would be thrown to prison, for now, he would remain quiet and ask Jazz to fix this mess. After the detectives left, Gregor promptly passes the photos and video to a flash drive and hid it behind the wooden wall behind his closet, he didn’t want to lose his “trophy” just yet. Jazz was alone in the library as she read the same novel for the fifth time that week, her mind was going over Danny’s depressed state, she needed to fix his depression no matter what, yet the boy refuses to tell her anything relevant.

All she knew was that Sam had something to do with it all, of that she was certain, the phone in her pocket vibrated once more announcing a call from her dog. Gregor desperately told her about the police visiting him just a few minutes ago, though she couldn’t care about the white hair boy’s well-being he insisted on having her help him out upon hearing her refusal and the advice of keeping his mouth shut, he snaps at her.

“Listen bitch, you got me in this mess and you’re gonna get me out, I’m not like that bitchy pushover”- Gregor said as Jazz asks about the pushover.

Gregor tells her that Danny was standing at the door watching him and Sam make sweet love, once the white hair boy had taken notice of Jazz’s brother, he began to thrust even more violently at Sam. He also threatens the redhead by telling the police everything about her; the drugs, the kidnapping and the rape, how she plotted Paulina’s suicide, if he was going down, he’ll take her down with him.

“Fine, I’ll fix things”- Jazz replied as she hung up the phone.

It all became clearer as to why Danny felt so miserable, he saw Sam and Gregor together, normally she would be glad to know Sam was completely out of the picture but Gregor did something very stupid, he dares to call her brother a “bitchy pushover.” Putting aside the fact that Gregor was willing to rat her out, he had indeed outlived his usefulness, it was time to get rid of him.

Kwan scrambled around the dumpster looking for his lunch, he hated the man he had become, despite his large size and imposing muscular body he was very weak-willed, never standing out for himself and always hiding behind Dash Baxter, even now he ran away but couldn’t go far. Just across the street was Fenton Works, the place where the girl that started his downfall lived, as he stays in the alley he saw her come in and out of her home, he understood that she never intended to force him into the streets, at the beginning he wanted to snap her neck but he came to realize it was all his fault, the girl was just a victim.

If he had been braver and convinced Dash not to try to rape the girl none of this would have happened, both would still be in their homes, eating well and sleeping in their soft, warm beds. He was tired of living in the streets, unable to go back home, sick of the cold and the rotten food he took from the dumpsters, he wanted to go home and never return to this lifestyle, he would do anything for it.

“Hi Kwan, you hungry?”- Jazz asks as her eyes widen and smile like a madman.

The words of sorrow and regret the teenager spoke didn’t even scratch her steel-like heart, only Danny had the means to crack it open, still, she made him an offer he couldn’t refuse, she handed him a paper bag with the Nasty Burger logo. Within were several burgers, fries, and even an ice cream, she told him that if he wanted to stalk her, he should be more cautious, the redhead had known about him since the first day he arrived at the alley. Kwan wolfed down two of the burgers in just three bites each, the fast food tasted as bliss compares to anything he had so far, he saw Jazz recline against the wall, the once football player asked about the sudden generosity.

“I know Dash and his crew force you to help them, so I’m willing to give the pardon and drop all charges against you if you do a little something for me, it’s really easy”- the redhead said.

The jock now turn hobo was more than happy to do whatever she wanted, to know that his days on the street were number and his family name would be cleansed from his crime was all too good. Jazz gave him an old cellphone and the instruction to deliver it to the police, though fearful of going to the station he knew that even if he was captured, so long the redhead kept true to her word, he would be set free.

All he had left was to believe in her word.

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