Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 16: First Touch

Chapter 16: First Touch

+ Kathrine Andrews: (Song of the first half of the Chapter: The Walls by Chase Atlantic)

I haven’t gone to school since the party. The whole thing still feels like a nightmare, one I can’t wake up from.

The second I opened my phone Monday morning, I knew my life would never be the same.

There it was: the video of me—soaked in beer, looking helpless while people filmed and laughed.

It was everywhere: Instagram, Snapchat, TikTok, YouTube Shorts. And the worst part? Some of those videos had hundreds of thousands of views. I couldn’t believe it.

There were a few comments that defended me, but honestly, it didn’t matter.

They were from people who weren’t even from my school—just random people who’d stumbled across the video and felt bad for me.

The ones I recognized, though? They were brutal. They weren’t just laughing. They were saying some of the most homophobic things I’ve ever read.

And when someone actually tried to say something nice or defend me...

Those same people piled on, replied to the people who defended me, mocking them and tearing them down.

It was disgusting.

I couldn’t stop replaying the scene in my mind. I stood there, in an outfit I thought was cool, but I just looked pathetic. Beer poured all over me.

I thought I looked good in my outfit, and now it felt like that was all people would remember.

Worse, my brother was filmed too. People posted that on Snapchat, Instagram, and everywhere.

Glyndon—yeah, her—posted it.

Her story got to me the most. She has over 70k followers. I knew the whole school had probably seen that video because of her.

I couldn’t escape it, no matter where I went or who I saw.

"I can’t go back," I whispered to myself, lying on my bed, staring at my phone. I could feel the weight of everything pressing down on me. "Not after all this."

I looked over at my earphones. I’d tried to fix them with tape, but they were beyond saving.

My hands went to the cracked plastic, and for a moment, I just sat there, feeling the emptiness of it.

Nick had bought me a new pair— but.. Not with his first paycheck— it wasn’t the same.

I could never replace the ones he gave me. They meant more than just a gift. They meant he cared.

I closed my eyes, trying to push everything out of my head. I took a deep breath and finally pulled myself up.

The shower helped clear my mind a little, though I could still hear the taunts in my head.

After drying off, I grabbed my school uniform and slipped it on.

The fabric felt stiff against my skin, but it was familiar. It was me.

I braided my hair, the way I always did, and grabbed my backpack. As I walked to the kitchen, I found my family there.

They looked at me, surprised to see me ready to go to school.

They knew what had happened. They knew about the video.

My parents had seen it, and they were furious. They wanted to go to the principal, but I stopped them.

It would have been pointless, and honestly, I just needed some time.

Some space.

Thankfully, they gave me that, but now... I had to face the reality of going back.

"Are you sure you’re ready?" my mom asked gently, setting a plate of breakfast down in front of me.

"I have to go," I said, trying to sound sure of myself. "I need to study. I can’t keep skipping school. I’ll be fine."

My dad walked over and hugged me, his arms strong around me. "You’re stronger than you know, Kathrine," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion.

My twin brother, Nick, pulled me into a hug too. "We’ve got your back, always," he said quietly, like he always did.

Their support meant everything to me.

We had breakfast together, and though it wasn’t the perfect morning, it was enough.

They didn’t push me, didn’t make me talk if I wasn’t ready.

They just let me be. And somehow, that gave me the strength I needed.

When I was done, I walked outside and grabbed my helmet. I climbed onto my motorcycle and revved the engine.

The ride helped clear my head a little.

The wind hit my face, and for a brief moment, it felt like I was leaving everything behind.

But when I pulled into the school parking lot, I parked my bike, surrounded by cars that looked like they cost more than my entire family’s house.

I could feel the eyes on me before I even got off my bike.

Whispers followed me, and I knew they were all talking about the video.

Some of them had their phones out, probably laughing at the clips again.

I ignored them. I had to. I put my new earphones in, cranked the music as loud as I could, and walked toward my locker.

I wasn’t going to let it get to me. Not today.

I had a hockey game later, and I needed to focus on that. I needed to focus on studying, on anything but the chaos around me.

I took a deep breath, shook it off, and reminded myself: I wasn’t going to let this define me. Not anymore.

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After finishing my classes for the morning, I grabbed my backpack and made my way to the lockers.

I placed my bag inside and started heading toward the girls’ locker room to change into my hockey gear for practice.

As I walked through the hallway, something caught my eye—the boys’ locker room was empty.

The last time it was empty, I had found Alex and Glyndon in the showers, fucking and ended up kicking him the balls, I quickly pushed the thought aside.

I wasn’t interested in dealing with that right now, so I headed toward the girls’ locker room to focus on getting ready for my game.

But then, a thought flashed through my mind. Without fully thinking it through, I turned and walked into the boys’ locker room, heading toward the bathroom and the showers.

As I got closer, I heard the unmistakable sound of voices. Glyndon’s moans... Well, fake moans.

I stopped for a moment, debating whether or not I should turn around, but my curiosity got the better of me.

I stepped inside quietly, keeping a distance but positioning myself in a place where I could see them.

From where I stood, I could see Glyndon and Alex in one of the stalls, but I quickly turned away when I realized what was happening and hid so that they could not see me but I could still see and hear them.

Glyndon again just the other day is bent over, facing Alex with her back naked, water running down her body which I could not see much of because of Alex’s wide figure.

He was also naked standing behind her, his hands holding her hips while slamming his cock inside her pussy with ease, their skin clapping against one another, making the water splash everywhere.

As the sounds faded, I heard Glendon speaking to Alex after they finished... Or well, he finished. "I need a little time in the shower," she said. "Can you make sure no one comes in here while I’m alone?"

" Of course, baby. Take your time." Alex agreed and left the room, and I could hear Glyndon’s voice soften as she turned the water on in the shower.

She stood under the spray, her face relaxed, and I found myself watching her in a way I wasn’t proud of.

My gaze drifted downward before I quickly forced myself to look away.

It was as if my mind was betraying me, fixating on things I didn’t want to notice.

I ended up looking at her body again, water running down her shoulder through her perfectly tear-drop-shaped tits.

The thought of putting a collar on her tiny neck and connect it to a chain that extends between her tits and goes all the way down to her waist consumed my brain for a second.

Her pink nipples are angry red because of the hot water she is using right now.

As my eyes drifted down, I noticed how narrow her waist was, the little plump that she has on her tummy.

And as much as I hate to admit, it looked so adorable.

Then slowly my gaze moved to her pouty little pink pussy that seemed to be calling for me to satisfy because her boyfriend apparently doesn’t know how.

Glyndon started washing her hair after she turned around, her back facing me, and I tried my best to keep my focus on anything else.

But the temptation to look was strong, and I hated myself for it.

I let my eyes wander around her beautiful back and all the way down to her little ass.

I wasn’t sure what came over me, but my feet moved before I could stop them.

I didn’t know why, but I ended up standing just behind her, so close I could feel the heat of her tiny body against mine, her head only reaching my chest making it knot in a strange delicious pain because of our height difference.

She flinched slightly, and I realized she must have thought it was Alex.

"Alex, I told you to stay out to guard me," she said, her voice soft.

She probably expected me... Well, Alex to back away, but I didn’t.

Instead, I put my hands on her waist, feeling how soft and warm her skin is under my touch then I reached for the shower handle and turned the water off, causing her to open her eyes in surprise.

"Why did you turn it off?" she asked, in confusion.

It wasn’t until she turned her head, expecting Alex, but saw me, standing so close holding her with a smirk on my mouth as I towered over her.