Chapter Twelve
I spent several years trying to fuck the obsession with my step-sister out of my head.
As time passed, the girls I brought back to mine and Danny’s dorm room started to look more and more like her as I tried to get her out of my system.
Using them isn’t something I feel bad about, because I’m not a selfish hook-up, and I don’t treat my conquests like shit.
Everyone knows ahead of time there are no strings attached, and that’s that.
Danny joins in occasionally and nobody ever has any complaints.
Except for me because it didn’t work. After a while, I couldn’t get hard unless they were brunette, unless they had her similar frame, unless they had that doe eyed quality about them that makes me fucking crazy.
And now? Even with all of those boxes checked, it doesn’t work anymore. Everything keeps coming back to her.
When Dad first moved in Leigh and Teresa, I was miserable. I hadn’t wanted her right away, instead there was just the confusing heaviness of my fixation. I’ve always been a bit obsessive, but this was different. She occupied such a large portion of my brain, seeping into every dark corner.
What was she doing? How was she handling school? Was she happy?
The control-obsessed part of me decided to run away as soon as college was an option. I needed the space. To try and breathe, to shed this fucking indecent way that I wanted my sister.
Step-sister.
My obsession was making college a fucking hellscape, trying to ignore the impulse to come check on her.
To lay eyes on her just long enough that I knew she was okay.
I thought that fixation was just my brotherly instinct, at the very beginning.
At least until I found out that boy from school had pushed her around.
What I felt that day went far beyond brotherly protectiveness.
She’s mine.
Leigh belonged to me though I had zero fucking rights to her.
Even though she had no idea that I was claiming her in my head.
I’d taken care of that problem, following him home from the party.
Would I have done the same if there wasn’t that pulsing obsession behind my feelings for her?
Impossible to say, because it clearly doesn’t matter.
Danny’s the only one that noticed the deterioration of my head, and did what only my psycho best friend could think to do. He had his brother start getting her ridiculed at school. If the boys were picking on Leigh, they wouldn't be trying to put their dirty fucking hands on her.
Selfish. I know it, and I probably wouldn't have signed off on that had I known what he was doing.
But I didn't, all I knew was that she wasn't dating. She wasn't even leaving the house much. I could breathe knowing she wasn’t getting fucked by some high school douche bag who would brag to all his friends about how he’d touched her.
That sick possessiveness got worse when dad mentioned she wanted to home school.
My little recluse, hiding away. I told him he should consider it.
She was too mature for the bullies at school.
She could handle managing her own education.
Then there was that little clap on my back like he was proud of me for being such a good big brother to her.
If only he knew how much of that protectiveness was due to me needing to be the only one to have her.
Only Danny knew and he obviously wouldn’t judge me.
As far as Danny is concerned, taboo is the key to his favorite fantasies.
His dick knows almost no boundaries between consenting adults.
It’s why he hasn't had a long relationship before.
Saying no to himself just doesn't come naturally.
I look over and see him peering in the rearview mirror. It’s what draws me to him, that way he doesn't feel the need to deny himself anything he wants. Danny doesn’t take it personally when I use him to lessen the cravings I have. Instead he revels in it. Leigh’s gonna love the way he fucks.
I almost slam on the brakes the first time I hear her trying to call out for us, but Danny shoves my shoulder into the seat to keep me from stopping the car.
I can’t fucking help it, Leigh pulls at something softer inside me than I’ve never experienced with another person.
The urge to go to her when she’s afraid is almost impossible to ignore.
“This is what she wants, dude, stop. We read the stories. She’s fucking good.”
I hesitate, but nod, driving us back to the house.
I know where we’re going, but the unknown for her will make the drive a mindfuck of its own.
The unanswered questions, the fear. Her body will be reacting to it every minute that she’s bound in the back of the car.
Working herself up trying to picture where we’re taking her.
“Fuck, this is killing me,” Danny says, and I see him lift his hips, hand rough over his erection.
I laugh. “You never were able to handle foreplay.”
“Come here,” he murmurs, leaning toward me, that heavy look in his eyes.
I keep my eyes on the road as he grips my hair, his mouth going to my neck.
Immediately, my cock jumps, the contact almost pushing me into a frenzy after the lust-drunk state it's already in.
His hand falls to my dick, gripping it over my pants, making me hiss.
“Contain yourself for two minutes, we’re almost there,” I say, trying to sound stern but he doesn’t listen. Just keeps sucking on my neck until I’m fighting to keep my eyes open, that hand slowly jerking me through the roughness of my jeans.
“I can’t. I can’t stop.” He groans against my neck. “Hurry up. I need to chase her now.”
I smile, his neediness amusing me. “Here we are,” I say quietly, pulling back up the driveway to our house. With any luck she won’t have been keeping track of the drive.
I turn the car off and open my door, heading to the back.
Pressing the button on the hatch, the door raises slowly, revealing her at a torturously slow pace.
She squirms, her voice softened by the scarf and bag.
Her little hands flex against the restraints and I reach down to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder.
She keeps fighting though, trying to kick me but then quits when it almost dislodges her.
I shut the car and turn toward the house, Danny at my heels.
It’s pitch black, the only light coming from the moon reflecting over the decorative pond in the backyard. I’d turned off the lights for the driveway using the app on my phone, so it’s darker than normal.
I set her down and click open my switchblade, Leigh freezing when she hears the noise.
Crouching down, I press the blade feather light against her thigh, right under the hem of her green dress, watching as her skin tenses on its path down her leg until it reaches her ankles.
There, I flick my wrist, cutting through the zip tie.
She stumbles for a moment, crashing into Danny’s chest. He grips the neckline of her dress, pulling her tightly into him and she seems to feel his erection at the contact.
He rips the bag from her head and she huffs, looking into his eyes as her chest heaves.
Her eyes dart around, noting that we’re obviously on our own property. That seems to soothe her slightly.
He leans down and I watch as he nips at her earlobe, then breathes against the skin making her shiver.
“You’ve got two minutes, Leigh. Run and hide like a good little doll.
” He raises an eyebrow at her. “Hide well though, ‘cause when we find you, we’ll be done toying with you. It will be time to play for real.”
His words have both me and Leigh worked up.
My eyes lock in on hers as she stares at him, her body quivering.
Danny slowly pulls the ties from her hands and the scarf from her mouth, then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little plastic necklace, snapping it so that it gives off a light green glow.
Reaching behind her, he loops it around her neck and clicks it into place.
“Take it off if you want to stop,” he says and she reaches up to touch the glow in the dark band.
She turns to me, and her expression makes me feral. That potent fear, matched only by her excitement. She’s looking to me for direction.
“Run,” I whisper, leaning down toward her and—as if she’d been waiting for my permission— she turns and sprints toward the house.
“We aren’t really giving her two minutes are we?” Danny asks.
“Fuck no,” I say, and take off after her. She hears the sound of my shoes on the grass and screams, flinging the front door open and tearing inside. I smile as she tries to turn on the lights and fails. We took care of that already, she won’t be able to see shit.
But the ring glows around her neck like a beacon calling to me and I follow her into the house.
Across the threshold I pause for a moment, my body thrumming with a volatile energy.
My prey drive wants to grab her from behind and throw her to the floor so I can finally get a taste of the body I’ve fucked a million times in my head.
Don’t rush it. This story is for her. I reach out a hand to stop Danny as he flies up behind me as if to tear up the stairs after her.
“Down boy,” I say, and he snaps his head to me, probably turned on by my choice of words. “This is the story she wanted. We don’t want it to end too fast.”
“Yeah, tension and all that shit,” he says, nodding at me and my chest rumbles with quiet laughter.
I point toward the back of the house, where a staircase winds from the family room up to the third floor. All of the second floor is offices and my parents' rooms, so those are mostly off limits. She’ll skip those, and so will we, trapping her on the floor that she and I share.