Page 3 of House of Horrors

The sun has nearly set, and I can hear the excited chatter of younger kids trick-or-treating in the distance. Even wearing my jacket, my skin pebbles in the cool night air. I blow a puff of smoke out in rings and nod to myself before grinning. The electricity in the air tells me it’s going to be a good fucking night. I can’t wait to go crazy, to do something that I’m not meant to, all with my best friend. These are the times that make life worth living.

The sudden sound of footsteps disrupts the night, and my stomach drops as it grows louder. It’s her. I flick the butt of my cigarette onto the concrete and crush it under my boot, harder than I need to.

“About time,” I grumble, then look over at my sister. I cover the way my breath hitches by sighing loudly. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

Two

Daisy

Is it wrong to have a crush on your brother? I write in my journal, as my go-go boots swing in time to the pop music blasting through my bedroom. The fabric of the pink duvet is soft against my skin as I lie on my bed, every nerve awake, waiting for the night to finally start. Tonight my stepbrother will stop running. He will choose me, love me, and I’ll finally get what I want. Him.

I chew the end of my pencil, finger circling his name over and over on the page. I’m twenty-one and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I obsess over Jason Jones.

Is it wrong to wish your brother would fuck you? I write next.

A loud sigh escapes me because no respectable answer comes to mind. I just want to take a ride on my brother’s cock, and it’s not fair that I can’t because for some reason Jason stays away.

I know he wants me too. I’ve felt Jason’s eyes on me, like when I left the bathroom door open while I showered. It was an invitation he hesitated over, then refused. Or late at night when I’ve snuck up to the attic to spy on Jason, and my name is on his tongue while he thrusts into his fist.

Maybe this is a game for him. I need to try harder, but I will win.

The door shudders, and my head snaps back, gaze fixed on the wood as it rattles violently. He’s going to put a hole through it. My lips curl up in a smirk. I’ve got numerous holes that he can use, I think to myself. I know it’s him because Mom is too busy with Jerry and forgets that I exist. And Jerry, well, he ignores me.

“Hurry up, Daisy, or I’m fucking leaving without you. Five minutes!”

I scramble to my knees, breath catching and pulse racing. He’s speaking to me. Sure, it might be through a door, and Daisy might have fallen from his lips in a tone of utter contempt, but Jason is letting me tag along.

I cornered Mom earlier today, telling her I wanted to visit the haunted house attraction to get out and explore our new town but I didn’t want to go alone. She’s too busy with her husband to do it herself. Jerry is her shiny toy, and God forbid she gets distracted by spending time with her daughter. The only reason she listened was to get me out of the house so that she can pretend that she doesn’t have a child. It’s not because she cares. But it was part of my master plan to force Jason’s attention instead.

We belong together, and Jason will stop fighting what is inevitable. Eventually.

It’s time to launch Operation: Make My Stepbrother Fall in Love with Me.

I squeal as I climb off the bed, moving to stand before my mirror so I can swipe on another coat of strawberry lip gloss and fluff my blonde hair. My eyes rake over myself with a critical eye. Jason might regard me like I’m a piece of gum on the bottom of his shoe, but I know how I look. I grin and lean over to pull my dress down, deepening the cleavage between my breasts. Perfect.

Glancing at myself one last time, I fling open my bedroom door. If I take too long, Jason will leave me behind, so I hurry through the house towards the front door.

When I put my mind to something, I always get what I want. Tonight, I will make Jason mine.

A woman’s laughter rings out as I pass the sitting room, and I peek in to see Mom cuddling Jerry. My stomach hardens at the sight of their affection. “Bye mom!” I stand there, waiting and watching. She doesn’t look my way. I take a step back, my throat tightening.

“I can’t believe you’re taking me on a cruise! I love you so much.” I hear her say, but my back is turned and I’m already walking to the front door.

“Don’t wait up for me,” I mutter under my breath. I shut the door behind me with apathetic detachment. I don’t need her. Not when I have Jason.

I shiver as the cool air meets my exposed skin, but thoughts of tonight make it easier to ignore. Glancing around, my heart sinks. He’s not here. Surely Jason hasn’t run off without me already. A pout forms as I walk to the corner to peer around, my hand gripping the edge of the brick wall. I gasp. There he is.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip, a sudden heat pooling in my stomach, my gaze fixed on Jason’s lips while he smokes. I feel like such a stalker watching him. He’s effortlessly cool—the very definition of a bad boy with tattoos and a leather jacket. I hit the jackpot when my mom married the first semi-wealthy guy who fell for her charms and could pay our overdue bills.

It doesn’t take long for my thoughts to turn depraved. My hungry pussy clenches at the thought of how amazing it would be to grip his long hair as he eats me out, his split tongue making me see stars. Fuck. I stifle a moan, my hand slipping from the wall. If he gives me just one chance, I’ll change his life.

Before Jason spots me spying on him like a little pervert, I walk over, exaggerating each hip swing, my blonde hair bouncing against my shoulders.

“What the fuck are you wearing?”

My bottom lip pushes out and I shift from side to side, fidgeting. That was not the response I was expecting. All I want is to impress Jason, catch his attention, and prove I can be everything he desires. That I’m worth something.

I know I’m hot; the selection of other guys I had back home was proof of that, but Jason seems to be immune to me. Even when we’re alone at home, and I run around in nothing but my bra and panties, he doesn’t take any interest.