Violet's Awakening, PT. 2

Just as she was about to raise her head to be certain, Jesse stepped into her room. Was something wrong? She opened her mouth, but her voice died when it dawned on her that he wasn’t wearing any bottoms.

Her eyes snapped shut, but the image of his penis jutting straight out beneath his t-shirt was burned in her brain. What was happening? Did he forget to put on pants before he came to talk to her? Was he sleepwalking? His footsteps were muffled by the carpet, but she felt a whoosh of air as he stopped beside the bed.

She waited with bated breath for him to reach out and shake her awake, but he just stood there, hovering. Did he know she was awake and was waiting for her to acknowledge him? But why would she when he was half naked?

She heard a long, deep inhale. Was he sniffing her? No, he couldn’t be. Why would he…? Jesse’s muffled groan scrambled her thoughts before she heard an odd noise, something she couldn’t place. A minute that felt like an eternity passed before curiosity got the better of her. There was a nightlight placed slightly behind her, which allowed her to see what was happening when she cracked one eye open.

Jesse was so close, she could touch him and he was… Shock reverberated through her. He was touching himself. No, not just touching, but stroking rapidly.

She must be asleep. This had to be a freakishly realistic, bizarre hallucination. Jesse couldn’t be standing here, masturbating. She closed her eyes, unable to process what her eyes were seeing. She willed herself to wake up, but she lay there, paralyzed in her body, as the sounds of Jessie stroking himself assaulted her ears. It went on and on. She didn’t know what to do, so she played dead. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until her lungs protested. She panicked when she had to take a deep breath, but she wasn’t the only one who gasped.

Jesse made a noise, almost like he was in pain. Unable to bear the suspense, she peeked again as he started jerking the head of his penis. When his breath hitched, her gaze rose. The primitive elation on his face made her insides squirm. A grunt was her only warning before something spurted on her sheets. She was too stunned to flinch when some of it hit her cheek.

Jesse flicked his hand before he spread what he’d spilled over her sheets. He extended his hand to her face, but stopped just shy of touching her. His hand balled into a fist before it retracted.

A flash of light scared the bejesus out of her. She screwed her eyes shut, terrified he’d seen them open. She would just die if he… She heard a soft scrape and then nothing. Again, she couldn’t help herself. She opened one eye, just a sliver. Jesse’s face was illuminated as he held her phone. Georgia must have texted her, which is why it lit up, catching his attention. He scrolled on her phone. She frowned, surprised he knew her password. He grunted and set the phone facedown as she’d had it before he turned on his heel. Her stomach flipped at the sight of his muscular butt as he disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door soundlessly behind him.

The bathroom light came on. The water ran. She heard the normal sounds of him brushing his teeth and using the bathroom before she heard his door close as he exited into his room.

Violet stared at the closed door, unable to comprehend what happened. She pinched herself. The tiny bite of pain assured her she was very much awake… Unless her mind could mimic pain in a dream? But there was evidence… She reached out to touch her sheets, to confirm what just happened, but before she made contact, she stopped. Abruptly, she turned her back on it and scooted to the other side of the bed.

Resolutely, she closed her eyes and let out a long breath. Even though she’d witnessed it with her own eyes, she couldn’t believe it. Jesse was her brother. He wouldn’t… She shook her head and pulled the covers over her head. No. Maybe she was coming down with something. She had to be to imagine something so deplorable. Jesse was a saint, the poster boy of their high school and church. He had never shown an ounce of depravity or perversion. This wasn’t him.

She clasped her stuffed longhorn to her chest and buried her face in its fur. This didn’t just happen. It couldn’t have. She drew her knees up to her chest and willed her mind to shut down.

***

Violet stared blearily at her reflection in the mirror as she brushed her teeth. She had no idea if she’d gotten any sleep. It didn’t feel like it.

Jesse’s double knock startled her. She hesitated, before she said, “Come in.”

She tapped her toothbrush on the edge of the sink to remove excess water as Jesse entered.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning,” she returned and set her toothbrush in its holder and reached for her hairbrush.

“Mom made breakfast if you’re hungry,” he said.

“Okay.”

He reached for his comb. She kept her eyes trained on herself as he styled his hair with just a few passes. He was already dressed in jeans and a dark gray sweater. She frowned when he put on a hat. Why brush his hair if he was just going to cover it?

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yup,” she said without looking at him.

“You sure?”

“Mm hmm.”

There was a long pause as he eyed her intently, and then, “I’m ready when you are.”

When he left, closing his door behind him, she stared at the place he’d been standing. She hadn’t inspected her bedsheets this morning to confirm her fever dream. She couldn’t handle that, so she ignored it, just as she had Jesse, worried that just looking at him would make those graphic memories she was trying to suppress even more vivid and evocative.

“I’m out, kids! Have a great day! Stay safe!” Mom called as she headed out the door.

“Love you!” Jesse shouted.

“I love you more!” Lynne hollered back.

Despite herself, her mouth curved into a wan smile. Before Jesse and Lynne came into their lives, she and dad had never said the L word. Thanks to Jesse and Lynne, it had become a daily affirmation that she never tired of hearing. The familiar ritual eased some of her tension. It was just another day. Everything was the way it should be. And she had to get going.

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

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