24. Kayden
KAYDEN
I did not fucking do it.
I did have cameras installed in places I knew Madelyn frequented, and our home library is one of those places.
And I did get drunk last night and brainstormed ways to make her pay for what she’s done to me, how else to torment her, deceive her into playing with me a little longer.
I even remember going as far as pulling out that video on my laptop and watching it, ending the night jerking off after a little too much to drink and an unhealthy obsession with replaying that clip. She looked gorgeous with her mouth full of my cock.
Heck, I woke up with dried cum in my hand. It was a bitch to clean up.
But I do not remember anywhere during that night walking into her room, stealing her USB, and copying the clip file into it just in time for her class demonstration.
There’s no point in telling Maddy—she doesn’t want to hear from me. She doesn’t like it when I’m nice to her. It’s the dark side of me she’s attracted to—the one who treats her like dirt and does even dirtier things to her.
My father won’t listen to me. He never does. He doesn’t ask my opinion about things; he does whatever the fuck he wants. Which is why I don’t try to fix things. I accept that both Madelyn and I got suspended and that she wants nothing to do with me.
I may be a monster, I won’t deny that—but I’m not the monster who did that.
You did, a little voice whispers in my head. It’s all your fault.
“Fuck off,” I hiss, willing it to shut off. “Unless you have the solution to my problems, shut the fuck up.”
And it does, my mind gradually settles as I come to terms with the idea that this time off will be perfect for us.
We don’t get along—but we’re fabulous at making each other come.
We’ll have all the time in the world to focus on that now that we’re suspended.
Maybe that’s all we need from each other.
Sooner or later, she’ll realize it, too.
She’ll beg for more, crawl back to me. I’ll bend her to my will.
She can fight all she wants, but she doesn’t stand a chance against me.
My mind’s going wild, stuck between four walls, and it goes to very dark places.
All the fun and games inside me are cut short by a stupid family dinner.
I slam my hand on the table, making it vibrate.
It’s been a while since we’ve had one of those. We’ve all been way too busy with our shit.
I guess it is coming full circle, there’s a feeling of something ending—and it’s ending the way it started all those years ago. With us around a table, having a meal.
“Can we eat already?” I ask, gripping a knife and fork in each of my hands.
Mashed potatoes and steak are served in front of us.
Courtesy of none other than Miranda, the chef of our house.
“Put the cutlery down, Kayden,” my father says. “We are here to talk.”
Madelyn is sitting next to me, the last thing she wants.
That’s why I do it, because I love seeing her squirm.
Setting the cutlery down, I hang one arm to my side and the other on her leg, my fingers tracing lines along her knee.
She startles and tries to move aside, but I wrap my palm around her thigh.
She’s wearing an awfully short pink skirt today, along with a long-sleeved cream blouse that’s tight on her tits.
She’s well aware of my admiration for her body, and I suspect she’s trying to break me.
I enjoy my little foreplay as my father speaks.
My eyes alternate between Madelyn’s narrowed ones and my father’s.
My dick’s twitching in my pants with every second of resistance from my sister.
I love it. The struggle. All the sweet denial. It’s fake after all, her body doesn’t lie.
It warms up to my touch.
I’m so freaking tempted to test her, to check whether she’d let me slide my fingers inside her while we’re eating dinner, the risk of getting caught any moment sending a rush of adrenaline through me.
But my father’s talking, and I don’t want to get smacked.
“I want to talk about the future of you two moving forward.”
Yada, yada, okay. I’m being a decent son and half-listening to him while innocently stroking Madelyn’s leg under the table. The best part is she can’t move.
She can’t storm away—or they’ll know.
We’ve got enough to deal with a sex tape starring both of us. Even if our parents think it’s only me on it, if they’d examine it thoroughly, it wouldn’t be difficult to put two and two together.
“First, Madelyn. You’ll be taking the semester off and using that time to apply to a different college starting next semester. As discussed, you’ll stay home in the meantime.”
My jaw tenses, and my hand stops its stroking, cemented on Maddy’s knee.
As discussed? What the fuck have they been talking about behind my back?
I didn’t get a say in my fate. Why did she?
“Yes, sir,” the little demon says without an ounce of humor.
“It’ll be truly the best for you, baby,” Miranda says.
The two exchange a nod of agreement.
“As for you”—my father picks up a knife and points it at me—“I’ll make it brief so the food doesn’t get cold. Kayden, you’re going to go somewhere that’ll fix that behavior of yours for a year. Man up, and then we’ll think about your future again.”
I scoff. “The fuck? I’m getting sent where?”
“The military,” Maddy volunteers. Oh, she’s enjoying this, the little shit.
“You’re kidding me?”
“Nope. Your father just said it. They’ll fix your attitude there, big brother.”
She’s good at keeping a neutral face, but I can see the lines of her lips curving up. She’s smiling inside.
“Fuck, no.”
“I’m not asking for your opinion, son,” my father says. “You’re leaving for North Carolina next week.”
I stand up, my whole body emerging with rage. “North Carolina?”
“Yes,” Miranda says. “We thought a change of scenery would do you good. It’d allow you a bit more independence for the family.” She says it as if they’re doing me a favor by sending me away. And I bet she thinks she is after the talk we had before.
They might as well have told me I’m being sent to the North Pole.
“I’m not going.”
“Oh, yes, you are.” My father’s voice is strong and demanding. “It’s a done deal, Kayden. The arrangements have been made. Now, sit back and let’s have a proper meal.”
***
As expected, my dad beats the shit out of me that night, and a week later, I’m being shipped off to the army. I complied. I gave in. I let them do whatever they want with me. For now.
But I’ve got a plan. One involving a stash of money hidden in my pocket—gathered from selling alcohol from my father’s cabinet to my friends throughout the years—and a credit card that I snuck out of the house.
I stand right before the security line, my father, my stepmother, and my sister waving goodbye.
My father doesn’t bother hugging me, just a short ‘take care and don’t fuck things up’ as usual. Miranda does, and it’s awkward as fuck.
Madelyn’s been staring, keeping her distance from me. Her hair is fixed with a flower-patterned headband, and she’s wearing a long black dress that, despite fitting her like a glove, gives me the vibes of attending a funeral.
I cackle at the realization.
Oh, Madelyn knows what she’s doing. She came dressed for the part.
The fucking funeral is my own.
She captures my reaction, and the small smile on her lips adverts me of her not really upset that I’m leaving.
She bites her fingernail and slowly waves the fingers of her other hand at me, a sign she won’t really miss me.
Without our parents noticing, she hollows her cheeks and sucks on the tip of her finger, making me hard in an instant. She wants me to know what I’m going to be missing.
Fucking little tease.
I clench my teeth.
I know deep inside, she will miss me, too—at least her pussy will. No one will fuck that pretty little cunt like I did with my mouth. It’ll take time, but she’ll realize it eventually.
“Maddy, hug your brother before he leaves, won’t you, honey?” Miranda encourages her. “You won’t be seeing him for a while.”
She hesitates before taking a step forward, exchanging a look with my father.
He nods.
She approaches me.
Her warmth fills me up, her perfume sticks to my nostrils, a sweet, flowery scent.
I wrap my arms tightly around her, missing this closeness between us, the one we never got to have.
Our bodies fit with each other, her tenderness molding with my roughness. Her boobs pressing against my chest, my hard dick rubbing against her thigh.
It’s electrifying.
I’m about to do something indecent in the airport unless I’m stopped.
Raising on her toes, her soft lips near my earlobe.
“You messed with the wrong bitch, Kayden,” she whispers. “I’m not a little lamb.”
Then, she pulls away, stepping back and waving goodbye again.
This time, she doesn’t bother hiding her smile.
Realization sinks in. I zoom in on her actions, her words. This military shit wasn’t my father’s idea at all. It wasn’t his initial plan. It was all her.
This is because of her. And she has no idea what she’s getting into.
I may be a monster, but I’m not the only one living in that house. She’s walking right into the mouth of the wolf.
It’s her own fault for pushing away her only protector.
We learn from mistakes, and I can only hope she doesn’t have to, but if she does, let it be a lesson for her.
I’m not the one who messed with the wrong person. I’m being sent away because of her, and she’ll regret that.
We will meet again, Madelyn. And next time, you won’t smile so easily. Remember that.
If you play with fire, you get burned.
Even if I need to burn everything along the way to get to you, I’m not scared—I’m an experienced pyro.
Savor your victory while you can, little sister—because I guarantee you—it won’t last.
I’ll come back for you.
TO BE CONTINUED…