Page 8 of The Dare

I started to go after her, but I stopped myself when I remembered she was sharing a room with those two friends of hers who loved to laugh at the hateful shit she said to me. I didn’t want to go after her naked and deal with them, too.

So, I grabbed her phone off the floor, packed up my shit, and left. I didn’t know why she was in my room, but I couldn’t risk her coming back, not when I wanted her so damn bad that I couldn’t think straight. I’d end up fucking her while our parents were in the room next door. Not a great idea. Especially since she’d probably resist. We’d need privacy for that.

Now, I was back in my rental cabin across the lake. Sitting at the kitchen table, I unlocked her phone. She probably thought that I wouldn’t be able to, but for someone as tech savvy as me, it was child’s play.

I went straight to her photos. There were a million selfies, some solo and many with friends. I scrolled through them for a while until I came upon a locked photo album.

Little sis was keeping secrets.

I grinned in eager anticipation as I unlocked it, once again having no trouble because of my tech expertise. Opening the album, I felt my already erect cock jerk in my pants. Jackpot.

The album was full of naked pictures of her. This kind of thing was exactly what I was hoping to find. A sinister heat erupted inside of me, and I didn’t hesitate to pull my cock out of my sweatpants. I scrolled through photos of her topless, pinching her nipples, posing on hands and knees in a thong, and lying on her back with her legs spread, putting her sweet pussy on display.

That last one was where I stopped. Her fingers were on each side of her entrance, spreading it wide. It was a fucking invitation for my cock. I groaned, teeth biting into my bottom lip as I stroked my cock hard and fast, staring at that perfect pink cunt. I wanted to shove myself inside so badly that I felt the ache in my entire body.

Breathing hard, I tightening my grip just like I imagined her walls would squeeze me while I was inside of her. I moaned her name, and my balls tightened up. I always came fast when I thought of Molly, but tonight it happened so fast that I let out a shout of surprise when my orgasm crashed into me. My release shot out of me, right onto the phone in my hand, covering her pretty face and cunt.

I shuddered as I looked at it. She’d look great with my come all over her, and I knew that I’d obsess over that until I saw it in real life.

My mind was suddenly consumed with the desire to teach my naughty little sister a lesson about wandering into a man’s room in the middle of the night. She needed to be punished for that and so much more.

Wiping off her phone, I left it on the kitchen counter and headed to bed, stripping down to nothing as I laid under the sheets. Coming on her picture wasn’t enough. Not after I’d seen her in my room. My obsession was blazing in its intensity, and I had the feeling that I was reaching a point of no return.

But that didn’t stop me from pulling up the app on my phone connected to my hidden cameras. I’d managed to get into Molly’s room earlier when she was outside greeting her friends, and hid the same kind of camera that I already had in her dorm room. It had color video, night vision, and audio. Not that there was anything to listen to now. Her friends were on air mattresses set up on the floor, fast asleep. Molly was in her bed, and I could tell by the way she tossed and turned, she was still awake.

Was she having a hard time falling asleep because of what she saw tonight? I laid my head on my pillow with a smile on my face. I liked the idea of her thinking about my naked body. She was surely shocked, but I had to wonder if she was turned on, too. Did she like what she saw? Squinting, I saw her nipples pebbled against the front of her thin tank top.

Oh, yeah. She liked it, even though I knew she’d never admit it in a thousand years. My sweet Molly was stubborn, and I started to think she needed a firm hand to teach her how to behave. Maybe it was finally time to turn my fantasies into a reality.

Chapter 7

Molly

I splashed water on my face and looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, not surprised to see dark circles under my eyes. I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened in Atticus’ room. I didn’t want to like what I saw, but after a couple of hours lying in bed and thinking about it, I had to admit to myself that I did. I liked it. My nerdy brother was hiding a hell of a body under his loose clothing. Even without getting a great look at his cock, I had the impression that it was big. Aside from that, he had a physique that made women drool. A broad chest and toned ab muscles. He even had that V-shape at his hips that I kept imagining tracing with my tongue.

All of this wasn’t really what kept me awake. If it was just sexual frustration I was feeling, I could’ve taken care of that, or fallen asleep to have an amazing wet dream.

The real reason I was up most of the night was that I was pissed off by my own thoughts. I didn’t want to find him attractive. He was such a nerd, not at all my type. I was into athletes. Jocks who were confident and had grown-up interests.

And, of course, he was my brother. That made my thoughts even more forbidden and frustrating. But it also turned me on in a sick, twisted way.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Jenna’s voice came through.

“Molly? You almost done? Your mom says that breakfast is on the table.”

“Uh, yeah.”

I pulled my brown hair into a messy bun on the top of my head and came out of the bathroom. The smell of bacon lightened my mood, and I looped my arm through Olivia’s as we followed Jenna down the stairs. Taking our seats, we all filled our plates with pancakes and bacon. My aunt carried in a pot of coffee and started filling the mugs while my dad brought out more pancakes. I was sure that my mom was in the kitchen, making even more. There were a lot of people here to feed this weekend.

But one person was absent.

Atticus wasn’t here. The seat across from me was empty.

I wasn’t sure why I was surprised after what happened last night that. He probably left. Firmly reminding myself that I didn’t care about whether he was present, I focused on eating and chatting with everyone at the table. My uncles weren’t present, and I had to wonder if that was because they were both dealing with hangovers.

“I want to go to Nico’s today,” Jenna said, referring to a boutique on Main Street in town. “I saw a pair of heels in the window the other day that I can’t stop thinking about.”

I rolled my eyes. Jenna had more shoes than any other person I knew, but she was always looking to buy more. She was one of those girls who would blow a whole paycheck on shoes if they were the “perfect pair.”

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