Downfall/Can't hurt to try it
From Create Your Own Story
Before you start to question your decision, you lower your boxers and wrap the panties around your cock. You always used your bare hand to that, so you don't know what you expected; all you know is that the soft cotton feels astonishingly good against your flesh. You slowly pump your hand up and down and... you hear a snort behind you. You jerk and instinctively turn around. No no no no no... is mom back from the shower? What you see almost makes you faint, it is even worse. Debra stands in the doorway, aiming her cell phone at you. She is literally biting her lips not to blurt out with laughter while taping you rubbing your cock with the panties. You reach out (with your other hand) to grab the cell, but you fail. Debra manages to back up and run away. You can't follow her in your state, you'll have to get rid of the other evidence first.
After that is done, you weigh your options. You could try to get a hold of her cell, either now by force or later, at night, when she is sleeping. If you don't destroy the evidence, who knows what Kirsten might do with it. But both enterprises seem pointless. You can hardly force Debra to hand over her cell while Kirsten is there, and you certainly can't search their pitch dark bedroom at night. There are too many places to hide a cell, and you don't want to imagine what would happen if Debra just put the cell in her bed. One wrong move and you'd add molesting a sleeping girl to your record. All in all, you are screwed.
Your own mobile rings, interrupting your thoughts. Debra! You don't want to talk to her, but you don't have a choice. You take the call without saying a word.
Debra says: "I didn't tell anyone... yet." She pauses to let the implication sink in. After she is certain you got the meaning, she adds in an artificial deep voice, like a kidnapper in a bad movie: "We'll talk tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, after breakfast. Be there."
"Wh.. what do you want?" you ask in a croaking voice.
She giggles. "I said tomorrow. I just called to tell you I uploaded the vid to the cloud. It's no use grabbing my phone, you got that?"
You got it, and as a result, you spend a sleepless night full of worries.
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| State of Clothing | Shirt; Pajama pants |
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| Surroundings | Share a room with Julianne | |
