Page 16 of The Dare

“I erased the videos after sending them to myself. You’re done making them for other people. But you’ll make more just for me.”

“We’ll see about that,” I said, unable to resist giving him a little sass. He rewarded me with a sharp slap to my ass.

Secretly, the idea of making videos just for my brother sent a thrill of excitement skittering down my spine. Making those videos started as a safe way to explore my sexuality a few months ago. I’d been right after my second unsatisfying one-night stand. I was trying to prove to myself that I didn’t need a man to be fulfilled. I could get myself off and embrace my sexual side. It worked, and it was also nice to make a little money on the side, even though it wasn’t as if I needed it. My parents gave me all the money I needed.

The videos gave me a thrill. Knowing that there were men—and maybe some women—out in the world paying to watch me touch myself was empowering. As I left the cabin with Atticus, I knew I didn’t need to make videos for strangers to feel that way anymore. I wasn’t sure what the future held, and that made me nervous, but if Atticus wanted me to make videos only for him, that sounded a hell of a lot more exciting than making them for strangers.

We reached the cars, and Atticus followed behind me in his truck along the dirt road that led to our family cabin across the lake. As we arrived, I reminded myself that we needed to act normal. I was going to have to dismiss him, as I always have. But I knew that he’d make me pay for my attitude later.

As we climbed the porch steps together, I looked through the living room window and saw our family inside, mingling and laughing. Glancing at Atticus one last time, I saw the promise of more to come in his eyes.

I was smiling as I went inside the cabin with my brother trailing behind, so damn glad that I accepted my friend’s silly dare.

Epilogue | Atticus

One month later

“Are you sure about this?”

I smiled at Molly’s uncertain face on my phone. Her eyes were darting around nervously, and I knew she wanted me to give her an out.

That wasn’t going to happen.

“I’m always sure. Now, stop being such a brat and go to the back of the library,” I commanded.

She bit her bottom lip as she walked. The background of the video shifted as she followed my instructions. I saw bookshelves and other students go by, and there were a few eyes on her. Of course, there were. My sweet sister drew far too much attention everywhere she went. It kept me busy, keeping men away from her.

I recognized where she was in the library. I’d been there before, watching her study. Even though she knew I was crazy about her now, I still kept the depth of my obsession with her hidden. She didn’t know that I followed her around, watching. There was something so damn exciting about observing my girl without her knowledge, and I didn’t think that I’d ever give it up.

It was a good thing that much of my job could be done remotely. Give me a laptop and I could work on my software designs anywhere with a Wi-Fi signal. That came in handy, since my single-minded obsession with Molly had ramped up so much that I watched her all day, every day.

“Where are you, anyway?” she asked, and I knew all she could see behind me was darkness. The only reason she could make out my face was because of how my phone screen lit it up.

“Home,” I said shortly. It was a lie, but she didn’t need to know that I was out in the woods, standing in a spot where there was flat ground and I wouldn’t have to worry about any tree roots getting in my way.

I didn’t need her to ask questions that she definitely didn’t want the answer to. I protected my girl from the darker side of my obsession as well. Better to keep her innocent.

“It doesn’t look like your apartment.” She’d never been to my place, but she’d seen it in the background of our video calls before.

After we returned to our lives a month ago, Molly kept making videos, but now she just sent them to me. I jerked myself over them until my hand cramped, but it didn’t feel like enough. Apparently, she felt the same. She’d been the one to suggest these little video chats, and I had to admit that they got more enjoyable every time. So, when she called me twenty minutes ago, I couldn’t bring myself to ignore it, even though I was right in the middle of some messy business.

“Don’t change the subject,” I snapped. “Find a place to be alone.”

Molly walked to the reference section, which I knew to be in the corner farthest away from the study rooms. It was the section where she was the most likely to get privacy, and I was proud of her for making that choice.

“I still think that this is unnecessarily risky,” she said as she stopped walking and took a seat on the ground.

I glared at her. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. Sluts do as they’re told.”

She swallowed hard at my admonishment, but her eyes sparked with desire. She loved it when I bossed her around, even if she pushed back against me sometimes. She liked getting punished for acting out, too.

“So, what should I do now?” she asked breathlessly.

“Set the phone up on the ground where I can see you use using your gift.”

I’d sent her a package today, and I was dying to see her make good use of it. The twelve inch dildo was extra thick and was going to look amazing buried in her tight little cunt.

She placed the phone on the bookshelf across from where she sat, and I licked my lips at the sight of her in a black miniskirt and pink tank top. My cock was already aching for her and she hadn’t even started yet. Molly had earbuds in, so she had no trouble hearing my next orders, even with the phone out of reach.

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