Page 21 of Corrupt Obsession

Jesse layin bed with Violet’s panties wrapped around his cock. He snagged it from her hamper before he joined the family for dinner.

A few months ago, he stumbled across Violet’s underwear that she’d dropped after her shower. He didn’t kick it under the counter or discreetly toss it into her hamper. No, he’d picked it up and proceeded to jack off in the sink.

Taking her underwear had become a habit. Every couple of days, he stole another. His unhealthy fetish went into overdrive when Mom took Violet shopping for her sixteenth birthday and bought her an array of underwear in different styles and patterns.

He stroked his cock but couldn’t bring himself to climax. He brought her underwear to his mouth and gnawed on the crotch, whining like a dog, desperate for more of her taste, but he’d sucked it clean. He knew it was sick. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t stop. Four months ago, he’d been a normal, happy, healthy teen, but that camping trip changed everything. He wished he’d remained ignorant of his feelings and the blindershad stayed on. Guys who thought it was shitty to be in the friend zone had no idea what utter hell it was to have the love of their life see them as their brother.

How was he supposed to regulate his emotions when his days started and ended with her? He woke to the sight of her brushing her teeth or doing her hair in their shared bathroom. Before she went to bed, she usually sought him out for a hug. He started giving her side hugs so she wouldn’t know the effect she was having on his body. Her signature scent of violets and rose lingered in his room, car, and on the shirts and hoodies she borrowed. They drove to and from school together and hung out with the same people. The only time he wasn’t with her was during class or practice. He had no respite from her and the worst part was, he didn’t want one. He was a glutton for this exquisite torture.

His friends had been ribbing him for dismissing every girl who flirted with him. If only they knew the girl he wanted was the same one they did. None of his friends dared ask Violet out, but he knew it was coming. It was just a matter of time. And when it did, he had no idea how he was going to cope.

Violet had blossomed into a girl that would draw the eye of any straight male, even if she wasn’t their type. Thankfully, his reputation of being an overprotective brother and Violet being known as a good, Christian girl kept most boys at bay. She was also studious and introverted and shied away from the spotlight. He was grateful she didn’t try out for cheerleading. There was no way he would have been able to focus with hundreds of guys ogling her in that tiny uniform.

He tossed his arm over his face and blew out a frustrated breath. His body raged 24/7, his hormones whipped into a frenzy by her constant presence. Everything she did, however innocent, his mind interpreted as sexual. At dinner, Violet had a glass of eggnog. When some of it dribbled down her chin, itlooked so much like cum that he’d lost touch with reality and reached under the table to grip his hardening cock before he remembered where he was.

When they were watching TV, she started doing these crazy yoga stretches in front of him. Thankfully, Mom called Violet to the dining table to help with crafts for her kindergarteners. He retreated to his room, only for Violet to ask him to get something out of storage. She barged in a second time because she needed help with her math homework. He tried to distract himself with a book and then a movie. He tried to seek refuge in sleep. Nothing worked. When everyone finally retried, he unearthed his most recent acquisition, but even her underwear couldn’t get him off.

He jumped out of bed and pulled on sweats before he padded into the bathroom. He flicked on the light and splashed his face with cold water to snap himself out of this awful frenzy. He was beating his dick so often, he considered asking his friends how often they did it. Would they guess that his constant state of arousal was because of Violet? He couldn’t risk anyone making that connection, so he kept it to himself.

He scanned the vanity for something of hers that would get him off, but there were just hair ties, bobby pins, and other things that did nothing for him. He winced as his dick pulsed, begging for release. He eyed her towel and leaned over to smell it. There was an earthy scent mixed with her sweet pea body wash. He wrapped the damp towel around him and began to thrust. A minute later, he let out a frustrated hiss. It wasn’t enough!

As he began to open her drawers, desperately looking for something of hers that would aid him, he realized how much noise he was making. He eyed the door that led into Violet’s room and pressed his ear to it. Silence.

A wicked idea formed that was so provocative, his cock wept in anticipation. His heart thudded in his ears. As he reached for the door handle, the magnitude of what he was about to do hit him full force. Fantasizing about Violet was one thing, stealing her underwear was another, but sneaking into her room in the middle of the night?

I’m just going to make sure I didn’t wake her,he told himself. But even as he turned the doorknob, he knew that wasn’t true.

Her door wasn’t locked. There was no need to since they trusted one another and had a double knock policy that prevented any awkward situations.

He turned off the bathroom light and let the door swing open. He waited for a gasp or the sound of Violet sleepily asking if something was wrong, but nothing happened. He stood there for a full minute, warring internally, before he stepped out of the shadows.

He cursed the colorful Christmas lights that Mom and Violet had strung around her room for the holidays. If Violet opened her eyes, there was nowhere to hide. She tended to be a heavy sleeper, but there was always a chance that she could wake like she had when he left the tent to jerk off.

He approached the bed cautiously, blood rushing through his veins, making his skin itchy and hot. His ears were pulsing, and a trickle of sweat slid down his spine. This was dangerous—the riskiest thing he’d done thus far. If he was caught, the results could be catastrophic. That possibility should have made him leave, but his need was too great. He couldn’t think straight.

He held his breath as he took her in. Violet lay on her side facing him. She wore a pink long sleeve shirt with her hands stacked beneath her cheek. His mouth quirked. She was adorable. He listened to the rhythm of her deep, even breaths and found himself matching her. Amazingly, his clamoringdemons began to settle. Maybe being near her was enough, and he wouldn’t need to compromise his morals by…

Violet let out a little moan before she flipped to her back. The colorful Christmas lights gilded her face, highlighting her full lips, which were slightly parted. He focused on her rising and falling chest. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were hard and pointed straight to the ceiling.

Even as he called himself every vile name he could think of, he sank his hand into his sweats and began to stroke himself. It didn’t take long. Being in her room and seeing her face instead of conjuring it in his mind sent him soaring over the edge.I’m going to hell,he thought as his climax hit. He bit his lip to stop his moan and staggered at the sheer intensity of it. He put his hand out to brace himself before he realized he would jostle the bed and wake her. Terror made him light on his feet. Swiftly, he righted himself and backed into the bathroom without taking his eyes from her. He closed the door and waited several seconds to make sure he was in the clear before he flipped on the light.

Chest heaving, he stared at the closed door, unable to believe what he’d just done. He’d just crossed another line, one that could put him behind bars. Cursing, he stripped off his shirt, sweats, and ruined underwear and stepped into the tub. He tipped his face up to the hot spray. His behavior was escalating at an alarming rate. He was scaring himself.

Should he get help? The thought of broaching such a topic with Isaac or his mom made him ill. They wouldn’t understand. What if they told Violet? That sent a bolt of panic through him. He didn’t want to destroy what they had. He would rather have her platonic love and affection than have her look at him with pity or, worse, have her distance herself because she didn’t feel the same.

Sometimes when she looked at him, he thought he saw something more, but he wouldn’t act unless he was one hundredpercent sure, and he wasn’t. Unrequited love had to be one of the most excruciating human experiences. In church, they discussed love like it was this gentle, peaceful emotion that aligned your life and made you whole. Love was driving him demented. It was a cruel, ruthless master that drove him to do all sorts of twisted, depraved things. Love was an incessant hunger, a thorn burrowing ever deeper in his heart. His love had no bounds—no line he wouldn’t cross, nothing he wouldn’t dare for a few hours of peace from the all-consuming pain. Several months ago, his behavior would have been abhorrent. Now, he was creeping into her room and jacking off like a pervert. What next?

But you didn’t get caught. She didn’t wake, and now you can finally sleep, he reasoned with himself. At least he hadn’t touched her… The thought of putting his hand on her pert breast made his cock twitch. His inner sicko urged him to go back to her room for one more hit.It’s late. The chances of her waking are slim. One more look and you’ll never do it again.

He cut off the water with a vicious twist and wished he could shut off the despicable thoughts running through his mind as easily. His father had drummed into him the importance of discipline, integrity, and honor. All of that had fallen to the wayside. He didn’t know who he was anymore. All he could think about was her. Being in constant proximity to someone he was in love with and who was completely oblivious was like being in purgatory. He was forever burning, in agony, and he was starting to lose it.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and slicked back his hair. Now that his mind wasn’t clouded by lust, the answer was obvious. If he couldn’t have the girl he wanted, he had to find another. Even though the thought was distasteful, what would be even worse is if desperation caused him to do something unforgivable that ruined their relationship. He had to redirect his fixation for both their sakes. It was the only sane solution.

When he got into bed, he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the quiet, insidious voice that fanned the flame of dark desires he was desperately trying to keep at bay.

Chapter 5

VIOLET

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