Hell Begets Hell

Hell Begets Hell

Delancy made no overture to supply Sandra with spending money, and Sandra made no effort to court Darien with a view to more babysitting. Stephanie got banged half-blind by a guilty Delancy, and Rachelle wrote the matter off as being dealt with by Delancy in private.

Sadly, Darien was not inclined to desist. His efforts so far had been very fruitful, and he had no incentive to stop. When Sandra was cold to him, he took revenge by letting the cat out of the bag to his classmates. He reasoned that such a move would permanently ruin his chances of doing it again, but this appeared to be impossible anyway. The increased social standing was just a bonus. So he spilled the beans.

Sandra retaliated by telling anyone who would listen that Darien had struck out with a Goth girl in his own league. In three hours, it was no longer clear which comment had come first, and the whole exercise became a wash.

This too was nearly the end of the matter, but Sandra was stung, and could not to be satisfied without retaliation: she wanted revenge. This took the form of an unobtrusively whispered comment in his ear, that his Dad was a way better lay than he was.

Revenge, when it is successful is universally characterized by overkill, and this was no exception. Darien could doubt it with all his will, but he could not shake the angry feelings of jealousy and inadequacy that such a comment spawned. All attempts to smear her as a slut were hopeless: everyone would simply interpret this as more “he said, she said,” relating to the earlier argument. His classmates were not good prospects with whom to discuss humiliation. Instead, he chose to continue basking in their hollow approval, and approach a more trustworthy audience in whom to confide; Rachelle.

Since Delancy had never broached any discussion of Sandra with him, Darien had no way to guess that Rachelle knew anything at all about these events. He simply presented it as a conversational gambit. “Do you think Dad boned the babysitter?” he asked.

Rachelle was literally shocked by this comment. She wasn't sure what to say in response, but she took pains to ensure that Darien didn't divine that she had ratted him out to his father. Unfortunately Darien had chosen his moment badly, and Stephanie overheard from the kitchen. She turned the faucet on to make sure that her silence didn't give her away, and moved to the door, remaining quietly out of sight.

Meanwhile, Rachelle was quizzing Darien to see how much he knew. What made him think that? Sandra had said as much to his face. Why would she say that to HIM? Well, remember when she babysat the second time... Darien had fucked her then. Was Sandra mad at him? No, he had given no provocation (a lie, but his answer nonetheless.) Rachelle was rapidly coming to the conclusion that Delancy had not talked to Darien at all. Why wouldn't he talk to him about it? The answer had started the conversation: he had probably fucked the babysitter. She was stunned, but her blood stream registered titillation as well. Her answer to Darien was far less informative. “Darien, it's a great theory, except for one thing: Delancy's never even been alone with Sandra!”

Stephanie returned to peeling potatoes. Darien's soon to be “ex” girlfriend was certainly a vicious little bitch!

Darien was mollified by Rachelle's response. It had all the hallmarks of objectivity, and it reinforced his belief that Sandra was just being cruel. Perhaps the extent of her success had been accidental. On balance, the argument that she had serviced his father, as well, provided an excellent explanation of why she would be cold to him at school. Nothing seemed to alleviate his conflict.

Meanwhile, new considerations of whom to choose as confidant ran through Rachelle's brain in seconds: who should be responsible for disciplining Delancy but Stephanie? If he was screwing around, Stephanie arguably had a right to know. The very next time she was alone with her mother, she blurted out her intelligence: “Mom, I think Delancy did the babysitter!”

A body blow from a trained prize fighter could not have surprised Stephanie more. It was the work of 5 minutes questioning to come up to speed on Rachelle's reasoning... and it was persuasive! If Sandra's revenge had been motivated by anger, Stephanie's was a more mature and dedicated version of the same. She already held the germ of how to do so in her desires; this was merely the excuse to yield.

“Rachelle, I'm glad you trusted me with this,” she ended. “I understand why you went to Delancy with the other thing, and I think you did the right thing. You are much smarter and more mature than you know.” Rachelle preened in her soul. There is no drug so gratifying in the world, as justifiable parental approval!

They concluded matters by binding each other to secrecy, and went on about their business. Stephanie was going to shake Delancy's world to the very foundations, and she knew just how to do it.

She moved even before putting supper on the table. A brief trip to the bedroom sufficed to change into a work top. Scrubs were the traditional attire of medical assistants in every aspect of medical services; her modification was simply to omit a brassier. She always wore a V-neck that fit loosely; it was cool, and accommodated “flopping her titties,” at a man if she so desired.

At the evening meal, she served the small family individually. When she served Darien, she made sure he got a lingering opportunity to view her creamy bosom unobstructed, before moving on. When it was Delancy's turn, she did not neglect to favor him with a similar presentation, and he predictably appreciated the effect. If her order had been reversed, Delancy would have noticed.  However, he did not.  Darien enjoyed a spectacular display, and when Stephanie favored Delancy with the same demonstration, he supposed that this was the deliberately intended audience. However, he enjoyed an advantage of which he was not aware: Stephaine favored his cause!

Over the coming weeks, Stephanie exploited similar opportunities to acquaint Darien with the ebb and flow of her libido. Eventually Delancy would not be in the mood at a time when Stephanie was, and if Darien was responsive, he would take advantage... and she could take advantage of him, in turn.

As the incidents accumulated, Darien concluded that his step-mother enjoyed being in close quarters with him. She never asked for a back rub when his Dad was around, but he could expect her to stand near him when doing dishes, or folding laundry. Without speculating that she was horny for him, he perceived that the object of his sexual desire had sexual desires. He was lost before she began, and the fruition of her plan accidentally coincided with his most fantastic dreams.

For her part, Stephanie did not succeed for clandestine purposes. Her objective was Delancy's eventual humiliation when they were finally discovered. One tryst became two, and she made Darien's indiscretions commonplace. Her rage justified picking “Green Apples,” but she made no preparations for acquiring the taste. Her patience endured for three weeks before she betrayed him to his father.

She contrived to be caught in the act, but, in response to Delancy's predictable outrage, she denied any pattern: in the very presence of her co-conspirator she bluntly asserted that, “it only happened this once,” and anyway, what about his little babysitting bitch?

As a revenge, it was a spectacular success. Since she had pointedly neglected to berate Delancy over his own indiscretion, he could hardly respond otherwise. Meanwhile, the knowledge that he had stolen a march on his son, only served to further mute his retaliation against either of them. He was buried in a mountain of guilt, and it would be months before he recovered.

From Darien's point of view, he got cut off, but the dream had been gratified; repeating it could not make it sweeter, anymore than a second visit to the summit of Everest could intensify the jubilation of the first. The experience he had gained soon translated into other conquests, and the arrival of his 18^th birthday was a mere technicality to all concerned.