Birthday Gift
Aviana
Past
Age 13
A year had passed since Maverick’s games, and I almost believed he’d moved on. Brynn and I were closer than ever—like sisters. She saw Maverick for who he was, her crush fading as she found someone else. For the first time, I thought I could breathe again. But deep down, I feared his games were never truly over.
But that didn’t mean Maverick left me alone. He still tormented me—calling me names, lifting my dress when he thought he could get away with it, lurking outside my room and the bathroom, watching. His cruelty hadn’t disappeared, just dulled at the edges, less noticeable but still ever-present.
I started to wonder if his actions stemmed from something deeper, something broken inside him from years of bouncing between foster homes. I knew that feeling well—living under Mr. Widlow’s roof had taught me that much. Maybe, just maybe, Maverick lashed out because it was all he had ever known.
So, when his birthday approached, I suggested to Eloise that we throw him a party. He would be seventeen soon, likely aging out of the system, and I figured it was the least we could do. She agreed, and we invited some of the older kids from our church and homeschool groups.
The day of the party came and Maverick barely acknowledged it. He disappeared into his attic room, avoiding everyone, as if the attention was a punishment rather than a celebration.
Later, Eloise apologized for him ruining my day, but I just shrugged. “It was his day,” I told her. “If he wanted to ruin it, that’s on him. I was just trying to be nice. ”
I had told Eloise I needed some quiet time to read—my head ached from the loud party, and she didn’t question it. But as I settled into my room, heavy footsteps echoed from upstairs, each one sending a spike of unease through me.
Then, the door flew open.
My heart lurched as I shot up, rushing to shut it, but before I could, Maverick stepped inside. Panic surged through me, and I pushed against the door, trying to shove it closed in his face.
His hand shot out, stopping it with ease. “No, I am coming in,” he ordered, his palm pressing hard against my chest, forcing me back. “And you are staying.”
I yelped, “Maverick!”
“You.” as he shoved me making me fall on the nearest bed.
“What did I do, Maverick?”
“You know exactly what you did. Quit playing stupid with me.”
“Maverick, please.”
“Oh, I’ll have you begging.” he said in a stern but low voice so no one else would hear him.
Scared of what he would do, I started to cry but no words would escape my throat. I couldn’t call out for Brynn or even Eloise. No one would hear me as they were all outside still at the party.
“You think I wanted all those people here today? None of those people KNOW me. They don’t care about me. Yet, here you are, Miss Goody Two-Shoes, having to go and invite all these people to this tiny ass shit hole to celebrate me?”
“Maverick, please. I was just trying to be nice. We do care about you. You are our brother and we care about you. We just wanted to see you happy for once.”
“A brother shouldn’t think about about his sister the way I think about you. Oh, only if you knew. Every waking moment you are on my mind and nothing could make me happier than having you in my life, Avi.”
“What? What are you even talking about, Maverick? That is gross to think about me like that.”
“I told you to quit playing stupid, Avi. You know how I feel about you and I haven’t thought of you like a sister since the day you kissed me.”
“I never kissed you. You forced that kiss on me. I didn’t even want that kiss.”
“QUIT. PLAYING. STUPID. AVI!! You were dared to kiss a boy. You kissed me or did you forget.” Spit went flying on my face as he practically snarled it while pushing his finger into my chest. He pushed until I was laying flat on the bed.
“Tell me something, Avi. Why did you want to throw this birthday party for me today?” he asked.
As I try to scramble away from him, I reply with, “because, Maverick, I was once in a foster home with people who didn’t care about me. We care about you. You are getting to the age that they will kick you out of here, if they don’t adopt you first. They won’t adopt you though with that stingy attitude of yours. You have to act like you care otherwise you will be out on the streets.”
“Awww, little sister does have feelings for me.”
“Ewwww gross. First I never said that. Second I understand how it feels like when no one around you cares, Maverick. Like I said, I was just trying to be nice.”
“Next time ask me, Avi. I didn’t want this. I would have been fine with Mrs. Dillard’s cake and not having to do school work or chores for the day.”
“I am sorry, Maverick. Please forgive me. I wasn’t thinking about anything but making you feel loved.”
“It is still my birthday and you didn’t get me anything but this terrible party. Technically, you gave the idea to Mrs. Dillard and she threw the party. So, how about you give me a birthday present and maybe I will forgive you.”
“I don’t have anything for you, Maverick.”
“Oh, that you do, little sister, that you do.” he said with a smirk on his face.
He is making me so uncomfortable but I don’t know what to do. If I scream, what will he do to me? Why is nobody coming in to check on me?
After waiting for what seemed like forever, I rushed over the other bed, through the Jack and Jill bathroom towards the boys bedroom. As I reached the door on the other side of the bathroom, it closes with a bang. I see his hand flat on the door keeping it closed.
“Not so fast, Avi. You still haven’t given me my birthday gift yet.”
“I don’t have anything for you, Maverick.”
“But see, you do.” He replied as his other hand grabbed around my waist and he pulled me closer to him.
“Maverick, please let me go.” I tried to wiggle out of his grip.
CLICK.
He locked the bathroom door so the boys can’t get in here. Oh no. I have to scream. I have to.
My eyes give me away and removes his hand from the door and clamps it over my mouth. “Scream, I dare you to.” The other hand travels south to the hem of my skirt I happened to be wearing that day.
I really should just try to scream. What will he do? He can’t kill me, can he?
“Mmmm. Mhmmmm” I try to scream through his hand but it gets tighter over my mouth. The look in his eyes actually becomes so scary, I feel like I am about to pee myself.
Maverick’s hand stops on my hip under my skirt. “Mmmmm, wonder where you got these panties from, Avi. They aren’t the usual period granny panties you typically wear. Did Brynn let you borrow some of hers?”
I start to shake my head. This can’t be happening.
“I will take my hand off your mouth but only if you promise not to scream. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
I have an internal debate on whether I will scream or not but if I am good, maybe he will let me go so I nod my head for him.
“That’s my good girl, Avi.” and as he removes his hand, he replaces it with his lips. He does his best to push his tongue through my lips. “Open up for me, Avi” he states as his hand snakes around my throat. In fear he will choke me, I do as he says and his tongue starts to battle with mine. I do my best to push against his chest to push him away .
“Stop fighting me, Avi. You want this just as much as I do.”
He grabs my hand and leads me back to the bedroom, locking that door as well so no one can interrupt whatever plan he may have.
“Now lay down on the bed, little sister.” Shoving me onto the bed.
“Maverick please, let’s not do this.”
“I want to play a game with you, Avi.”
“Maverick . . .” I am begging with my eyes while trying not to cry. I will not cry. I have to be strong
“Yes, little sister.” he replies
“I don’t want to play that stupid game of truth or dare.”
“Close your eyes.” he says.
Rolling my eyes at him thinking this is going to be another dumb game, he gets louder. “Close. Your. Eyes. Aviana.” So I do as he says.
I hear him walking around the room and try to peek open my eyes just a little but get caught. “Keep them closed, Avi`. You won’t like your punishment if you don’t.” So I close them tight.
Something is being placed over my head and I start to squirm, “stay still, it is just a blindfold. Well, it is one of Brynn’s scarves that I made into a blindfold for this game. Isn’t it silky? Wonder where she got it from or if Mrs. Dillard gave it to her. Now be a good girl and just enjoy this.”
“Maverick, I can’t see what you are doing?
“That is the point, little sister.” I felt his hot breath on my ear as he leaned in and whispered “you are going to be my good little girl and give me the best birthday present, aren’t you?”
Not sure how to answer because I wasn’t sure what he wanted, I started to stumble around on words before he yanked my hair and dipped his lips to mine. This time I didn’t fight him because I didn’t want him to choke me but after a while I got this tingling sensation between my thighs and felt like butterflies deep in my stomach. I tried to pull away because this was wrong and I would get in trouble but the more I would fight, the harder he would pull my hair .
He stopped kissing me, dropped my hair and then I heard him walking around, like he was pacing. When I tried to take the blindfold off and sip up, he was on me quick, straddling me and pinning me down.
“You want me to forgive you right, little sister? You ruined my day by having all these people show up. They only showed up for Mrs. Dillard, you know that right? They don’t care about the kid in all black with hair like snow. They don’t!” he said furiously.
I started to squirm and try to cover my body but he grabbed my hands and held them above my head so I couldn’t use them. Taking one hand off, I heard the all too familiar sound of a belt coming out of the belt loops
“Please, Maverick, not the belt. Please don’t hit me with the belt.” I start to cry.
“I would do no such thing, Avi.” and he tied my hands together with his belt.
His hands traveled all over my body until again they settled between my thighs.
“Look at you, so desperate for my touch.”
“Get off of me, Maverick.” I squirmed some more. Eventually I squirmed so much, he was able to grab a hold of my panties and rip them off.
“Mmmm, let’s see how much you want this, shall we.”
I started to cry even more, the tears flowing so hard I couldn’t stop them.
He slipped his fingers along my slit and felt how wet I had become for him. He didn’t push them in like Mr. Widlow but he just played with it, up and down he would slide his fingers.
I needed to stop this. I tried to protest it but he took my panties and shoved them in my mouth to keep me quiet.
This time, he parted my thighs wider and shoved 2 fingers in, feeling me tense around them. I let out a broken whimper and he sneered, “Look at that, little sister. Oh wait, you can’t. How does that feel? I bet you not being able to see intensifies that feeling of my fingers. Answer me, have you let any other boy touch you here?”
Unable to speak, I spew what I can behind the gag in my mouth .
“Calm down, Avi, I will let you finish but first you have to enjoy it.”
My body jolted, caught between shock and need but I couldn’t have this. I would get in trouble. He didn’t ask me if I wanted this. He is just taking it. Again, I remember back what my mother said about someone touching that area, I should scream. I would much rather get in trouble and leave this home than let Maverick finish what he started with me. I do my best to scream with the gag. It doesn’t come out as much noise.
His fingers continue to protrude in and out and within minutes, I felt a wetness escaping my body. Oh my gosh, did I just pee on Maverick?
“Oh look at you, little sister. You can’t say you didn’t enjoy that because your body said otherwise cumming all over my hand. Now, can you take more than just a couple of fingers?” He asks as I hear him undo the button and zipper of his jeans.
Now I start to really squirm and try my best to scream. The tears are wetting my face so much it probably looks like I went through a rain storm.
“I know you are on birth control so there shouldn’t be any problems. I want to hear how good this feels for you, so I am going to take this out of your mouth. DO. NOT. SCREAM. OR. ELSE” as he takes my panties out of my mouth.
“Maverick, please, let me go. Take this blindfold off. We can talk this through.”
“I will do none of that except talk you through what I will do.” and his fingers go back into my wet slit. He then slowly circles my bud which causes me to buck. I shouldn’t like this.
He notices my trembling and says, “this is exactly what you want, isn’t it? I can feel how wet you are getting. This is now the best birthday ever. Keep this up and I will forgive you.”
As he climbed further on top of me, I could feel his excitement as he wasn’t wearing his jeans nor boxer shorts. Lifting my shirt, his fingers brush underneath my bra. That is when I start kicking at him. Trying to bring my knees up to get him off of me.
Next thing I know, I am being lifted in the air and slammed on the bed face down. He pinned my face against the mattress, telling me I was nothing but a vessel for him to take when he wanted. “This is love, little sister. This is what love feels like.”
He yanked my hips back and slammed into me. He hammered into me with a savage rhythm. He wasn’t gentle at all.
“Quit your crying. I want to hear how good this feels for you. No one else will touch what is mine. If you let anyone touch you this way, it will be on your hands what happens.”
“I won’t let anyone else do this but please, Maverick, get off of me. You shouldn’t be doing this either. Please stop.” I squirmed beneath him.
“Mmmm yes, keep squirming like that. You won’t make me last much longer.” but I wasn’t squirming to make him feel good. I wanted him off of me. I started to buck my hips and move in any way I could think to get him off of me but he grabbed my hair again and held my body against his. I was glad he was holding me up because my wrists were still bound and I couldn’t keep my balance.
“Yes, yes…” he muttered in my ear. “That’s it, take my dick like a good little sister. God your pussy is so tight. Come around my cock, little sister.”
And at that moment, I did what he asked. I clenched so tight around him as he exploded inside of me.