Church Camp, PT. 4

Someone tugged on the zipper. “Jesse?”

He raised his head. “Violet?”

“I think Tina’s getting a cold. Is anyone in there with you?”

“No.”

He sat up and then came onto his knees to unzip the tent. Violet crawled in, the tiny flashlight on her necklace showing her pajamas.

He grabbed a handful of the shirt that was four sizes too big for her. “Isn’t this mine?”

“Yup,” she said, supremely unconcerned, as she zipped the tent and turned to examine his sparse setup. “Why is your tent so small? Or is it just that you’re so big?”

“Just be grateful I have room, and you aren’t being eaten alive by mosquitoes,” he said testily as he unzipped his sleeping bag to spread it over the hard floor to make it a little more comfortable.

“Tina’s been coughing nonstop. I don’t want to get sick.”

As she turned on all fours, her shorts shifted, showing a flash of bright blue underwear. He resumed his position, flat on his back with his hands behind his head. Violet moved his backpack and rearranged things to her liking before she flopped beside him.

“Ouch.”

He snickered. “Sorry, I didn’t bring another sleeping bag.”

She shifted. “I feel a stick in my back.”

He closed his eyes as she fussed around. The flashlight on her neck swung, lighting up his eyelids briefly before she landed heavily beside him.

“I should have grabbed my sleeping bag before I left, but I didn’t want Tina to feel worse than she already did.”

Thirty seconds passed before she spoke again.

“It’s just for one night, right?” She nudged him. “Are you up?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Why are you so crabby? Mom asked me if something happened. What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing.”

She turned on her side. He could feel her eyes on his face, though he knew she couldn’t see much.

“Did I do something?” she asked as she pressed herself against his side

“No,” he said gruffly.

“Why are you so tense?” she complained, prodding his flexed arm.

He made a concentrated effort to relax. His heartbeat kicked up as she rested her hand on his chest and propped her bent knee on his thigh.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” she ordered.

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

“Siblings aren’t supposed to keep secrets from each other. They’re supposed to tell each other everything.”

He opened his mouth to say they weren’t real siblings, but the words died on his tongue as the truth slammed into him. He didn’t want anyone touching Violet because he saw her as his. That’s why he didn’t want her using some other guy's hoodie, why he hadn’t liked her on Malcolm’s shoulders, and why he hated the sight of someone else touching or feeding her. That was his right and these guys were encroaching on his territory, they just didn’t know it.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Violet asked.

He jerked. “What?”

“About why you’re angry.” Violet tipped her face up to examine him. “Seriously, what’s going on with you? You’re acting so weird.”

“It’s nothing,” he croaked.

“We used to be so close.”

Violet sounded hurt.

“We’re still close. You’re practically on top of me,” he muttered in a disgruntled tone, hoping and dreading that she would take the hint and give him some space. He was dying here.

“And we’re staying like this until you confide in me,” she declared.

“There’s nothing to confide. I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”

A pause and then, “You’re thinking about school, aren’t you?”

“I’m thinking about sports.”

“Do you think about anything else?” she asked in a disgusted tone.

“No,” he lied.

“What’s there to worry about? You’re one of the best players, no matter what you play.”

“I don’t want to take anything for granted.”

She yawned. “You sure you aren’t mad?”

“Yes.”

She sighed. “If you weren’t a guy, I’d think you were on your period. You’re so moody.”

He tunneled his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. “Go to sleep, brat.”

You’re a brat,” she countered before she went boneless. “That feels good.”

He kept up the head massage until she drifted off to sleep and then lay there, staring at the ceiling with her scent wreathing his senses. He’d loved her from the moment he met her, but today that love tipped into something jealous, dark, and volatile. Malcolm’s hands smoothing over her skin set him off, and every incident since had added to his aggravation until he was fantasizing about pounding one of his friends into the ground.

 He hadn’t allowed himself to acknowledge such a truth, but there was no denying it. He loved Violet and not as a brother. He always saw her as more, but strived to keep things as they were, but the sight of her on Malcolm’s shoulders triggered primitive instincts he hadn’t known he possessed. He didn’t want her legs draped over Malcolm’s shoulders, he wanted them on his. And that look he had down her swimsuit… The image of her breasts kept flashing in his mind at the worst times—during prayer, while he was talking to mom… It was wrong on every level, but the more he tried to suppress his fantasies, the more lecherous his ideas became. Part of his anger was directed at himself for not being able to keep his thoughts pure, but now that the blinders were off, and he acknowledged the truth, his body reacted with a vengeance.

He gritted his teeth as his dick hardened. He closed his eyes and tried to think of awful things to make it go down. He thought of his dad’s death, but the normal sucker punch was more like a light finger flick with Violet beside him. He thought of natural disasters, a bad car accident they passed on their way here, and his grandmother in her rocking chair, knitting.

It wasn’t working. It was getting worse. He began to sweat, and it had nothing to do with the temperature. He tried to shift away, but froze when she stirred. The last thing he needed was for her to notice his tented crotch. She would freak out and rightly so. Here he was, pissed at his friends for looking and touching, yet he lay beside her with a throbbing cock. Violet slept so soundly because she trusted him. He wasn’t going to break that trust and reach down and relieve himself while she slept right beside him.

His dick jumped in excitement as fantasies of doing that went to his head like a shot of whiskey. Had he really just thought of jerking off with Violet right next to him? He’d really lost his mind.

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

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