He made it to her door just as it slammed shut in his face. He stopped, pounded on the door, and then the pain caught up with him.
“Hannah! Hannah are you… oh shit!” he said as he clenched his jaw. “What was that for?”
“Shut the fuck up, Scottie!” she said from the other side. “I don’t want to see you, or talk to you, or hear you. Just go the fuck away, please!”
It was such a mix of emotions. For Scottie, there was the pure, unfiltered relief of his sister being back blended with the heavy concern over her obvious emotional distress.
“I’m so sorry, Hannah! Really, I am! I had no idea it would do… whatever it did.”
“Please just go away,” she said. “Just… leave me alone.”
He opened his mouth, but in reality, what more could he really say?
With a heavy heart, all he said was “Sure, Hannah,” and then walked away.
On the other side of the door, safe and secure in the solitude of her room, Hannah could hear him retreat down the hall. She leaned her back against the door and she slid down.
“Oh fuck,” she said, eyes shut as she tried to control her breathing.
Slowly her senses returned as if loading one-by-one. Her body felt hot and sticky as her pulse thundered. Running a hand across her chest, she felt the rock-hard bumps of her nipples, still sensitive and begging to be tweaked. As if by reflex, she squeezed the nub and felt a shiver of pleasure ripple through her. Her fire was still lit as she felt herself get wetter. Even more so when she pulled her hand back finding a thick, viscous fluid still on her bra and now coating her fingers.
Cum. His cum. And the scent was overwhelming.
“Oh fuck,” she said again as she let her head rest against the door, squeezing her thighs together.
Downstairs Scottie was pacing. He was thankful his sister was back, but devastated at the same time. She was obviously afraid and hurt, and it was all because of him. After all, she hit him. She’s never hit before, and she had every right. Who knows what this device truly is or what it can do? He could have put her life in danger. If she never returned, he would never be able to forgive himself. It must have been frightening, whatever she had gone through.
…. What did she go through?
It goes without saying that it was something traumatic. She returned in a state of distress, to some degree. But… she did come back.
Obviously, he never even intended for her to go through that experience. He truly thought the R meant Record or something that didn’t have to do with… whatever the hell happened! He just wanted to record a naughty version of Baywatch. It never should have been her. He was going to test it. He was moments away from even doing it. So if something bad was to happen, it should have been him.
Come to think of it, it should still be him, right? Hannah did come back after all, right? Yes, of course. It wasn’t right that Hannah was to suffer like this alone. She has already demonstrated that it wasn’t life-threatening. So, if Scottie was to have any way to connect with her, he would need to do the same.