Violet Participates, PT. 2

As he strolled away, she lay there for a second, before she gave herself a shake. She’d seen Jesse shirtless countless times during practice, while camping, exercising, or at the beach. There was no reason for his body to make her feel any type of way.

She stored the leftovers in the fridge, wiped the table, and washed the dishes. By the time she entered her bedroom, Jesse was out of the shower. She grabbed her pajamas and did the double knock just to be sure. When she didn’t get an answer, she entered, eyeing Jesse’s closed door as she stripped.

After her shower, she put on lotion before she brushed her teeth and re-entered her bedroom. She sat at her desk and worked on an essay that was due on Friday, before she double-checked her backpack to make sure she had her homework assignments.

With just one month of school left, their projects were coming to a close. There was a flurry of tests and then they would be on summer break. The year had passed in a blur. Next year she would be a junior. This year she’d been Student Body Secretary. Maybe next year she could be Student Body President? The thought made her anxious and excited. It would be a big responsibility, but she could do it if her peers voted her in… She also wanted to attend prom. This year, Dad said she was too young to go. Maybe Lynne could talk him into letting her go this next year?

My friends are convinced we’ve either drugged you two or are hiding some dark secret.

Lynne’s voice echoed in her mind as she pulled the covers up to her chin and stared at the ceiling. If she only knew…

It had been two months since she caught Jesse jerking off in her room. It hadn’t been a one-off. Sometimes days would pass without a visit, allowing her to believe it was over, until he reappeared in the middle of the night.

At first, she went to bed early, hoping she would be too deeply asleep to hear him come in. But the anticipation of wondering if tonight would be one of those nights kept her wide awake. The days of deep, soundless sleep were long gone.

She contemplated locking the doors that led into her room, but the thought of him realizing she knew made her break out in a cold sweat. If he asked her about it, she would die. They could never discuss this. It was too taboo. No one could ever know.

The fact that mom thought they were such good teenagers… She was right for the most part. She and Jesse were good students, he was an excellent athlete, and they were respectful of their parents and everyone they met. The only thing out of the ordinary was what Jesse did in the dead of night when he thought no one was awake.

He was becoming more impatient. One night, she’d barely been in bed for fifteen minutes before he came in. His visits had increased. As far as she could tell, two months ago, he regulated himself to once or twice a week. Now, it was three to four times a week.

Every morning, she wondered if he would say or do something that would force her to address what was happening, but in the light of day, Jesse was a model citizen. He never touched her inappropriately. He never even looked at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. He seemed as open and loving as he’d always been. Respectful, protective… When she looked into his eyes, there was nothing deceptive, lecherous, or evil. It forced her to think the creeper who snuck into her room at night was totally separate from the loyal brother who inhabited Jesse’s body during the day. She couldn’t make sense of it. Something came over him at night. Something dark and desperate that disappeared when the sun rose.

The sounds of him masturbating had been burned into her brain. She knew from the rhythm of his strokes and a hitched breath when he was close to climax. She catalogued every sigh, moan, or grunt. Some nights, he came immediately. On others, he struggled. Those were the worst because ten minutes felt like an hour when she was playing dead. On those nights, when he grew frustrated, she never knew what he would do to get himself off. He was becoming bolder. He went from spilling on her sheets to now coming on her face. It took every ounce of control she possessed not to react the first time he’d done it. It was the main reason she tried to seek refuge in sleep. She was terrified that one day, she’d react or say something and… She couldn’t imagine where they’d go from there.

He couldn’t be trying to wake her, could he? Because it almost seemed like he was taunting her. He wasn’t as quiet as he’d been in the beginning and though she had always been a sound sleeper, did he think she wouldn’t notice the strange stains on her bedsheets or that sometimes she would wake with sticky stuff on her face and in her hair? What if she’d actually asked Lynne about the mysterious stains? The thought of that made her squirm. What would Lynne do if she knew her son was paying his stepsister nightly visits and jizzing on her?

 Stomach tight as a fist, she turned on her stomach and moaned into her pillow. She would rather die than let her parents know. If only he would stop, then everything could go back to normal, and she wouldn’t feel… Her legs clamped together as her core pulsed. It was so wrong, so evil, but listening to Jesse night after night was having an effect on her body. It was humiliating and revolting, but most nights, after he left, she had to…

She balled her hands into fists, body as rigid as a board. It was all his fault. Before this, she’d never thought much about sex. Never explored her body or tried to figure out how things worked, but because of him, she now knew what a man’s penis looked like and what cum tasted like. One night, she’d gotten so aroused that she humped her stuffed longhorn. The next day, she’d been horrified and washed him immediately, but she didn’t look at him the same and suspected the feeling was mutual.

**This is a raw draft of the prequel for Corrupt Idol. Please do not share or distribute.

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