He reaches back into the drawer and pulls out something that looks like a TV remote. I try not to show fear as his eyesfinally land on mine, spiking the shame that’s growing in my chest.
My cheeks are burning, and I’m sweating. The anticipation of what’s about to happen has me about to break.
“I hope you’re ready, sis.” He smirks, his arrogance gleaming. “Just go with it. Trust me.”
I almost laugh. Trust him? After he just forced me into this closet and tied me up? Tore my shirt down the middle?
I open my mouth to protest, but before I get a chance to speak, Amon presses a button on the remote.
All thought is wiped from my mind as the device beneath me turns on.
The machine hums.
My breath catches.
And then it hits me.
My hips jerk hard against my restraints as heat explodes low in my belly. I gasp, my head snapping back, a sound tearing from my throat before I can stop it.
“Oh God—”
Amon’s mouth is right by my ear. “That’s it. Your body knows what it wants.”
The vibrations deepen, relentless, dragging something loose inside me. I fight to pull away, but I’m locked in place, forced to take every pulse. Every shudder.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Joan?” he asks, leaning his mouth so close to my neck, connecting me to him with each of his strong breaths.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, losing all control. My thoughts scatter.
Wrong…sinful…I can’t…
The feeling crests away. My body tightens, hard and helpless, pleasure ripping through me so fast I start to sob. My muscles strain, my knees rock, and I cry out as everything inside me breaks open at once.
I can’t stop it. I can’t hide it.
I come undone around the machine, around his voice, around the knowledge that he’s watching me fall to pieces.
“That’s a good girl,” he murmurs.
The vibrations slow. I sag in the restraints, breathless and trembling, empty and full at the same time.
“I…I…” I try to speak, but the words don’t come. Total disconnect from body and mind.
“Your first orgasm, Joan. How was it?”
Somehow, I manage to open my eyes and look up at him. I feel…changed. But what do I say to him? I can’t thank him. I may have just had the most incredible experience of my life, but he can’t know that.
“You…”
“It’s okay.” He smiles, cutting me off. “You don’t have to thank me.”
Thank him? For what? For tying me to this…thingand forcing me into something I never asked for?
“I wasn’t…planning on it…” I pant, still trying to get my breath. My sex is pulsing, and I’m sweating all over. My shirt has fallen from my shoulders, revealing even more of my body to him.
My step-brother.
I try to pray—to ask God for the strength to overcome the shame of this experience.
