8. Atticus
My body was strung tight as I waited for her arrival. I was standing at the front door when I heard the car pull up to my cabin. My cock was already throbbing, and my fingers tingled with the urge to finally touch her the way I’d dreamed about for so long.
I opened the door when I heard her footsteps across the porch. Her fist was raised to knock, and she arched an eyebrow at me, disdain shining in her eyes.
But there was something else there, too. A heat that I’d never seen her send my way. I couldn’t help smirking at the confirmation that she was affected by what she saw last night.
“Come in,” I said, stepping back to let her enter.
She strolled inside with her nose in the air, her haughty attitude on display already, and she hadn’t even said a word yet. She thought she was so superior to me. I just found it amusing. She had no idea what I had in store for her.
“Where’s my phone, Atticus?” she asked, her eyes trailing over every inch of the living room.
I couldn’t tell if she liked the place or not, but I didn’t really care. I didn’t have her come over to give an opinion on the place. “What were you doing in my room last night?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.
She froze for a moment, her eyes not meeting mine. “It was a mistake.”
“A mistake? How is that possible?”
Her mouth twisted down in a scowl. “Just give my damn phone.”
“Tell me the truth, Molly,” I snapped, and her eyes met mine, widened in surprise. I’d never really talked back to her before, and she wasn’t expecting it now.
“It was a dare, alright?” she blurted angrily. “I was dared to go in there and get an embarrassing picture of you.”
“Were you hoping to find me jacking off?” I asked, and her jaw dropped. There was a flash of heat in her eyes before she settled on being outraged.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you have to be such a freak?”
“Why don’t you have a seat,” I said, gesturing to a large black leather chair without wheels.
“I don’t want to sit,” she said stubbornly. “I just want my phone.”
“And you’ll get it if you do what I say.”
Well, she’d eventually get it. If I was feeling nice.
Molly huffed in annoyance, but I just pointed to the chair again. Finally, she folded her arms across her chest and took a seat in it. Satisfied that she was exactly where I wanted her, I stepped into the kitchen to grab her phone and some duct tape. I slipped the phone into my pocket, not wanting her to see until I had her right where I wanted her.
I returned to find her glaring at me, but she was still in the chair. My smile was wicked as I moved in close, pulling out stirrups that were attached to the bottom. It was a very special chair, unlike anything else I’d ever seen.
“What the fuck?” Molly asked, trying to get up.
But I wasn’t having any of that.
Grabbing one of her legs, I lifted it into the stirrup and attached the straps to keep her in place. I’d used this chair enough times to move quickly before she could properly react.
“Let go of me,” she cried out, batting her hands against my chest as I strapped down her other leg.
I was glad that I brought this chair with me. It was what I thought of as my “exam chair,” and I almost couldn’t believe I was getting a chance to use it on my sister. I tied her hands together in front of her as she squirmed, trying to get free.
“Fuck, Atticus. Knock it off. It’s not a game.”
She was angry, but not scared yet. She didn’t understand what was happening.
“Oh, I agree. It’s not a game at all.”
Tearing off a piece of duct tape from the roll, I put it over her mouth to shut her up. Rage flared in her eyes, and I felt the effects of it all the way through my body. It was intoxicating.
“Now, you finally have no choice but to shut the fuck up,” I snarled.
Taking a step back, I admired the way she looked right now. Molly had worn a white pleated skirt today, and it had fallen between her spread legs, keeping her mostly covered for now. The blouse was a deep-blue color with a plunging V-neck. I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers along her cheek, down her neck and along the swell of her breasts, visible because of the neckline of her shirt.
Molly’s eyes grew wide, and her eyelashes fluttered. Then, as if she remembered she was supposed to be pissed, she tried to jerk away from me.
Too bad for her, she was tied down. Little sis wasn’t going anywhere.
Grabbing her phone, I held it up in front of her face, the secret album open on the screen. Her body tensed with shock.
“Tell me, sis. Why in the world do you have pictures of yourself like this?” I knew she couldn’t respond, and that was fine. She’d just snap at me, anyway. “I had no idea that you were such a little slut.”
Her thighs flexed and released as she tested the bonds that held her legs in place. I licked my lips, but it wasn’t time to play like I wanted. Not yet.
“And it turns out that I had no fucking idea what a whore you can be.”
I messed with the phone again this morning and discovered what I had missed last night. There was a secret folder on the phone, and this one contained videos that were also on a cam site. It looked like my sweet Molly was earning herself some extra cash by making videos online.
“Truly shocking,” I said in a mockingly sympathetic tone as I showed her what I’d found. She was no longer trying to pull free of her restraints. Now she was frozen in horror as she realized that I’d discovered her secrets. “You act like such a good girl. The popular, perfect princess, but look at what you do for strangers on the internet.”
I grabbed the bun in her hair and pulled, forcing her to tilt her head back as I loomed over. “I wonder what Mom would think. You two are so damn close, and all she ever does is brag about you.” I changed the pitch of my voice to imitate our mother. “Little Molly has such good grades. She’s got a bright future. She’s a sweetheart. Some man will be lucky to have her someday.”
I couldn’t help laughing then, and the hatred that shined in her eyes just made me feel even more giddy.
“I’ll have to show her what a fucking dirty slut you really are.”
She tried to speak, but the duct tape muffled whatever she tried to say. With how she glared, I knew it wasn’t stifling any friendlywords.
Goddamn. That fire in her eyes got me going, and I couldn’t resist rubbing my cock through the front of my pants. It was so hard that it hurt, but I was nowhere near ready to please myself yet. I wanted to play with her first.
“What will you do for me? To get me to keep your secrets from Mom?” I asked.
I wasn’t going to tell our mother a damn thing, but she didn’t know that, and it was funny as hell watching her get scared.
Underneath the anger and fear, I could sense the excitement building in her. It matched mine, and a sick sense of satisfaction bubbled up inside of me at the knowledge that we shared something as twisted as enjoying this.
“Watch this. Watch yourself and see just how dirty you are,” I said, playing one of the nastier videos on her phone. She was shamelessly fingering herself while wearing a butt plug, moaning loudly. It was hot as hell, and it pissed me off to know there were men out there in the world who had seen it, getting off to her.
When the video was over, I cupped her chin and held her eyes with my scorching gaze. “Do you like being a slut for the camera, Molly? You like being a bitch in heat for whatever man can afford a subscription? Does that make you feel good about yourself?”
She couldn’t answer any of my questions with the duct tape on her mouth, but I was enjoying taunting her like this. For years, she’d unleashed her sharp tongue on me, and now it was finally my chance for some payback.
I moved to stand between her spread legs, trailing my fingers up her inner thigh, moving her skirt out of the way to reveal lacey white panties. I had to hold back a groan as my fingers brushed against the front of the damp fabric.
“Look at you, little sis,” I murmured. “You think you can pretend to hate this, but your hot body doesn’t lie. Did you get wet like this during your video? Does it make you hot to watch yourself get off like that? Because I’ll tell you, it makes me hot as hell.”
Unable to resist, I ripped off the duct tape. She winced, then glared at me.
“Let me go, you fucking pervert,” she demanded through gritted teeth.
I chuckled darkly. “It’s almost cute that you think you’re in charge here.”
Stepping away, I headed to the kitchen, coming back seconds later with a large cucumber in my hand.
“No,” she said before I even reached her. She didn’t need to be told what my plan was. “You can’t…”
“Oh, but I can,” I said, moving back into position between her legs. Yanking her panties aside, I ran the tip of the cucumber through her wet folds. “You’re going to get fucked by a cucumber. Consider it payback for when you lied and told everyone that I stuck my cock in the vacuum because I couldn’t get a girl to fuck a nerd like me.”
As I spoke, I pressed the cucumber inside of her, driving it in deep with one solid movement that had her back bowing as she gasped.
“Atticus…stop…”
There was no conviction in her words, so I pumped that fat cucumber in and out of her body while she gasped and moaned.
“That’s right, moan for me,” I said, my voice thick with desire. “Make those sweet noises so I know just how much of a slut you are, taking a cucumber in your pussy so easily.”
The wet sound of the cucumber pumping in and out filled the air, and I could see that she was close to coming. Her breathing was ragged, and her face flushed. She was so fucking beautiful.
Not that I would tell her that. She was already too full of herself.
Greedily, I yanked the cucumber out of her and sank my teeth into it, relishing the crunch and tang of her musky juices mingling with the fresh vegetable. The sensation was overwhelming, like a primal feast in which I was both predator and prey. Swallowing down the bite, I let the cucumber drop to the floor before slipping three fingers inside of her.
“Atticus…it’s too much.”
“No, it’s not. You need to be stretched out. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast, and you need to be ready for it. Now, shut the fuck up like a good whore.”
She didn’t, not really. As I pumped my fingers in and out, she adjusted, getting used to the stretch of three fingers. Before long, she was moaning and crying out in pleasure.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer. “So fucking close to the edge, but should I let you come?”
“Yes! Yes, oh god, yes. Please.”
“You don’t deserve it,” I snapped. “You walk around like you’re so much better than me, so fucking high and mighty. But deep down, you’re a cock-begging bitch with a shitty attitude and annoying voice.”
With that, I moved my thumb to her clit, and she fucking exploded. A scream fell from her lips as her pussy clamped down on my fingers. I watched in awe as she came hard, face twisted in pleasure.
Holy fuck. I would remember this moment forever.
Pulling my fingers out of her, I brought them to her lips. “Now, taste yourself. Good little sluts clean up their messes.”
Molly”s eyes bore into mine with an intensity that made my stomach tighten in anticipation. She opened her mouth and eagerly sucked my fingers clean, her tongue flicking against them like a serpent tasting its prey. The truth was written all over her flushed face— she craved more of what I had just done, and her desire burned like a wildfire in her gaze.
She was going to get it.