Page 77 of Corrupt Obsession

The moment she tried to pull away, Jesse gripped her shin. He squeezed, telling her to stay as she was. How dare he? She tipped onto her back to kick him with her free foot and went rigid when his hand brushed over her bare thigh.

The TV screen went black as the main character dropped into a tunnel, plunging the living room into darkness at the same time that Jesse’s hand slid into the leg of her pajama shorts and cupped her between her legs. She jerked as if she’d been electrocuted. Her confidence that he wouldn’t make a move in front of their parents shattered into a million pieces. The sound of the character cursing and pounding the wall in frustration concealed Violet’s uncoordinated, frantic bid to get away. She did an awkward backstroke like a swimmer as panic seared her insides.

An explosion on screen briefly illuminated the room. Her head snapped between both parents. Their recliners flanked the couch but were slightly in front of them and angled toward the TV. Mom’s head was sharply tilted, indicating she was still asleep, while Dad perched on the edge of his seat, riveted by what was happening on screen. If Dad looked at them, the plush, oversized blanket draped over her body and Jesse’s lap would conceal what he was doing, but… How could Jesse be touching her while they were in the room? Was he insane?

Jesse brought her attention back to him when his thumb slid inside her satin underwear. In the poor light, she saw Jesse’s head turned toward her. He wasn’t even trying to pretend he was interested in the movie. She strained to get away, but when he began to fondle her clit, she started fighting in earnest. When she savagely yanked on her captive leg, he flicked her underwear aside and sheathed his middle finger inside of her.

Her gasp was lost in a hail of deafening gunfire on screen. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Lynne sit up. Dad snagged the remote to turn down the volume.

“Too loud?” Dad asked.

“A bit, but that’s why we have those speakers, right? To get the full effect?” Lynne yawned as she rose and stretched.

Violet clawed the back of Jesse’s hand jammed between her legs. He made no move to withdraw, even as Lynne started toward them. Lightheaded with horror, Violet closed her eyes as Lynne kissed Jesse’s cheek. As her body tightened in reaction to Mom’s nearness, the tip of Jesse’s finger curled, making her break out in goosebumps.

“Vi’s asleep?” Mom murmured.

“Mm hmm,” Jesse said distractedly, as if he was engrossed in the movie. “She fell asleep not long after you.”

It took everything she had not to react as Mom leaned over her, so close to where her son’s fingers were buried inside her.Biting panic engulfed her as Mom tenderly brushed back her hair.

“Sweet dreams, my sweet girl,” Mom murmured before she moved away.

“My bed is calling me,” Mom said around a jaw cracking yawn as she kissed Dad’s cheek.

As Mom shuffled down the hallway, Jesse called, “Sleep tight,” even as he withdrew his finger and smeared what it was coated with on her clit and rubbed.

A silent battle commenced with Jesse trying to conquer her body while she desperately tried to retreat. When his grip slipped on the leg keeping her captive, she lunged for the lamp on the side table and snapped it on. As light flooded the room, Dad turned his head and squinted at her.

“Is it okay if I leave the light on?” she panted as she dragged herself to the opposite end of the couch, safely out of Jesse’s reach.

Even though he clearly wished otherwise, Dad nodded and turned back to the movie. She buried her face on the arm rest for a moment, grappling for control over her body, before her eyes cut to Jesse. Her stomach flipped when he put his middle finger in his mouth. Damn him!

She shot to her feet and froze when Jesse began to rise as well. She had no doubt that he would follow her. He wouldn’t have touched her with Mom and Dad present unless he was already past the point of no return. Knowing the movie would conceal the sounds of whatever he planned to do to her, she retook her seat. A muscle ticked in his jaw.

She adjusted her pants before she sat as far from him as possible and huddled in the circle of light to keep the wolf at bay. She ran shaking fingers through her hair and tried to ignore the telling movements under the blanket bunched on Jesse’s lap. Was he actually going to…?

When Jesse shot to his feet, Dad’s head whipped around.

“I have to be up early for work,” Jesse stated.

Dad nodded. “I’m surprised you stayed up this long,” he said with a glance at his watch.

Jesse grunted as Dad turned back to the screen. He stood there, staring at her for so long, that Dad turned around again.

“You need something, son?”

“No,” Jesse said and stalked down the hallway to his bedroom.

She tucked her legs to the side and dragged the blanket around her once more, trembling. She couldn’t believe he just did that. He pushed the boundaries, but he’d never gonethisfar. Did he have no shame or scruples? She clamped her thighs together and ignored the low throb between her legs. She hated the way he’d conditioned her body to respond to him, to yearn for him. A glance at Dad quelled the desire Jesse tried to ignite.

Would Dad believe her if she told him that the son he was so proud of was doing the unthinkable to her? Her chest tightened. Although Dad hadn’t brought it up since it happened, she knew he still blamed her for Jesse putting Tucker in the hospital. Dad had absolved Jesse, but not her. There was something in his eyes when he looked at her that told her he suspected she was no longer innocent. If she got up the courage to tell him what Jesse was doing, and he didn’t believe her or worse, accused her of being the problem, it would kill her. She turned off the light as her face crumpled.

“You turning in too, Vi?” Dad asked without turning to look at her.

“No. I’m staying.”

Her shaky tone went unnoticed as the main character made an impossible, stylish leap from a helicopter.

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