“Stroke your cock, Cody. Come for me.”
His hand reached for his dick and he pumped with fervor. I watched him jerk off, and I started pumping my cock in time with him. My fingers pressed harder on his prostate, and he howled in ecstasy.
My time was coming. I was going to come soon. I pulled my hand out of Cody’s ass and shot my load on his hole. He came the minute my cum landed on him. Thick ropes stained the paisley carpet beneath him.
I swear my vision turned white when I came. Never in my life had I orgasmed like that. From the way Cody collapsed on the floor, I could tell he was pretty fucking satisfied too.
I put my dick away and ambled over to the kitchen to grab the paper towels.
When I returned, I tossed the roll on the floor beside him.
“Clean up your mess,” I said. “Wouldn’t want mommy seeing all that cum on the floor.”
With that, I grabbed his car keys and left.
Chapter 13
Cody
Rafael left for the rest of the day. He didn’t even come home for dinner. After taking a hot shower, I stood in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
Who am I?
Control. I prided myself on being in control. It wasn’t a natural skill, but one that developed over time. I had to be in control. If I relaxed for a second, the rug might get pulled out from under me.
Being with Mom before she met Hank felt like living with a ticking time bomb. If I weren’t on high alert, I’d miss the signs: a past due medical bill that evolved into a heap of collection notices, a single cockroach scurrying from under the refrigerator that later turned into an infestation, a weird sound in the ceiling that eventually led to a burst pipe. If I hadn’t paid close attention to the little signs, disaster could have ensued, and all these disasters would have cost money.
Money we didn’t have.
The slightest surprise threw our financial situation into turmoil. The weight of it all would come crashing down on Mom, and she’d fall apart. A heap on the floor, crying into her arms.
I stepped up. I stayed ready.
The little desk at the foot of my twin bed in Sue’s basement had one side for homework and another for bills. I mastered the art of forgery, ensuring Mom’s signature landed on every permission slip and important document. She had even given me her checkbook and access to her bank information, so I could take care of things on the fly if needed.
Don’t get me wrong, my Mom was wonderful. She’s the kind of woman who’d come home after working her ass off all day and play Uno with me. When things were good, her joy was infectious. She never had a mean thing to say about anyone. In fact, she made a point of finding something good in everyone. She was even doing it with Rafael. Her empathy was limitless. It was only bad when things became too much for her. She just couldn’t handle the really heavy stuff after her breakdown. She looked to me for support. I needed to tell her everything was going to be okay and figure out the best course of action because her mind couldn’t steady itself to think clearly in those moments.
I never thought I minded. Sure, it’s stressful, but you do what you gotta do. If Mom fell apart, I’d take care of it. I would figure it out. The pressure never got to me.
Or, at least, that’s what I told myself.
Looking in the mirror and seeing the droplets of water dripping down the stranger before me made it perfectly clear that I needed a release. Why else would I have submitted so quickly to the sociopath that is my stepbrother? What happened to my brain? It fucking vanished. All of my critical thinking skills went flying out the window.
Because letting Rafael take control vanquished the ever-present tension I hadn’t fully realized lived inside me, I just existed, ready to do what he told me, and I couldn’t deny how much I needed it. How much I craved being out of control.
I wanted to scream—to punch the walls or kick that fucker’s door down and tell him to get the fuck out. It was all his fault. He’d just moved in and had already made my brain explode.
And my dick. Twice.
Fuck. I hated how good it felt both times. They were the best orgasms I’d ever had. Ever. A jolt of electricity shot through my body and filled me with ravenous desire when he called me a “Good boy.” Why did I love that? He texted me at the driving range, and I literally dropped everything and ran to him.
How fucking pathetic.
I ran into my bedroom and lay down on my bed. Darkness consumed me as I wrapped the pillow around my head. The worst part about all of this was the humiliation. No, worse than that. I felt vulnerable with Rafael, and he took advantage of it.
I hate him so much.
Not again. I’d never let that happen again. He’d never hold power over me like that for as long as I lived.I can do this. I could resist him. I had to. Besides, it was fucking weird anyway. I couldn’t be into my stepbrother. If I wanted to experiment, I needed to find a dude online or something. Maybe that was it? Maybe submitting to a man released something I couldn’t let go of with girls? Okay, I could accept that. I could experiment with this kind of dom/sub kink if I wanted, but not with Rafael.
