Page 11 of The Dare

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 friendly words.

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?”

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