You'll Be My Detonator

I gasped, apparently loud enough for him to hear. For, he turned down the hall quickly.
I quickly cleaned up the "mess" an hurried out to the living room. To my surprise, they were all on the couch. Frank looked pleasured and Brendon had a smug look on his face.
I pass Frank, who sat quietly on the couch, and Sat beside Brendon.
"You aren't very quiet," I whispered to Frank. His face lit up, bright red.
"Um...," he tried to think of what to say. I looked over, and Brendon was glaring at me.
"Mr. Way? Can I talk to you?" Brendon stood up. I nodded, noticing Mikey and Frank look at us.
Brendon escorted me into the kitchen.
"Don't talk to him," Brendon hissed.
"What?" I inquired.
"Do not talk to Frank."
"Who says you have a right over that? Besides, there isn't anything illegal between us, so you don't have a say," I grinned fakely.
"Oh, but I do. I have pictures of you- a teacher- jacking off to the sound of your student doing the same," he countered.
"What?" I was shocked. He had pictures?
"And if you don't leave Frank alone, those pictures go to Frank and Mikey and anyone I choose."
"Listen, you little bitch, you took those without my permission and if you think-"
"Gee?" Mikey's voice called.
I stepped towards the door way to answer him.
"Yes?" I answered his voice.
"Whenever we have dinner, can Frank stay over to eat?" He asked.
"Sure," I called before stepping back to Brendon.
"Go ahead, tell someone that I masturbate. You'll get in trouble for taking the pictures," I growled.
"Right. But who's gonna take the blame for you jerking off to your student's moans?" he sneered. My face flushed. He had a point. I'd take the blame.
"What do you want from me?" I asked.
"Leave Frank alone."
"I never made a pass at him, so that'll be simple."
"Right...," he said sarcastically. "In the car when you put your hand on his chest... When you took your hand away, you neatly rubbed his dick."
"First reaction-"
"Riiight."
I felt my face heat up.
"Stay the fuck away from my brother and me," I snapped harshly.
"Gladly. Just wait for the pictures to go out, Way. You're gonna looove them!"
"Prove that you have them."
He nodded and pulled out his phone. He showed me a picture of me on my bed, my hand between my legs, my face sweaty. In the picture, I was biting my lip in pleasure.
"Okay, one picture, you can't prove that it's me," I told him.
He swiped the screen, another picture of me appearing.
This time, my head was back and my mouth was hanging open. My eyes were closed and my back was arched.
"Mr. Way, I might add, you aren't so quiet yourself."
"You sick bastard," I hissed.
"I don't get off by a CHILD moaning, Mr. Way," he grinned.
"Get. The fuck. Out of. My house!" I said angrily, making sure not to be too loud.
"Good. Just you wait, you fucking pervert!" He turned away. "You're gonna get what you deserve."
He made up some excise to leave early and was gone. I was nervous ans on the verge of crying.
"Um, so what do you two wanna eat?" I asked Frank and Mikey.
"Tacos?" Mikey asked.
"Frank?" I looked at him. "O-Okay with you?"
"Yeah...," he was quiet.
During dinner, I didn't really make conversation. I didn't really eat either. I was nervous about when those pictures would go out and to whom they'd go to.

Notes

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~MCR Babe 124~