Page 5 of House of Horrors

Loud music plays from the garage. I smile, my chest vibrating with anticipation. I don’t notice Jason slowing his pace until I almost stumble into his back, catching myself at the last second.

“Oops. Sorry.”

Jason ignores my apology and grabs my shoulders, his fingers digging in to push me backwards. I barely have a chance to register what’s happening before my back hits a brick wall and the breath rushes out of my lungs.

I inhale raggedly, not from fear, but because his body is crushed against mine, sending electricity rippling across my skin. My eyes search his as I wait for his next move. A pounding builds in my chest. My breath hitches as my gaze drops to his mouth. I want him.

When I’m next alone, I’ll replay this moment, except when I have the chance to control the fantasy, it’ll unfold much differently.

Jason will press me hard against the wall, kick my legs apart, then slide his fingers underneath my dress, feeling how wet I am for him. He’ll sink down to his knees, push my panties aside and fuck my cunt with his tongue while his best friend is only meters away.

“Listen here. If you speak a single word about what happens tonight to anyone, I’ll make sure you don’t exist tomorrow.” Jason narrows his eyes at me. Little does he know, I’ll take his secrets to the grave.

I even have a confession of my own. I’ll do anything Jason wants.

“Whatever you say, big brother. My lips are sealed.” I pretend to zip my lips, tossing the imaginary key behind me.

Jason scoffs. “You’re such a loser.”

With brisk strides like he can’t get away from me fast enough, he moves toward the garage door. He hesitates before going in, hand poised above the handle. “Remember, I will bury you alive if you say anything about tonight.”

Three

Jason

“The man of the hour is here!” Nicky salutes my arrival by waving a beer bottle in the air as he sways to the side, clearly already drunk. His blond hair is standing up like he’s been electrocuted, and I roll my eyes at the vibrant, impossible-to-ignore floral shirt he’s wearing. The top button is undone to show off thick gold chains and sparse chest hair, which I know he’s done for the ladies. He looks ridiculous, but I can’t help and smirk.

I walk further inside, my nose twitching and eyebrows rising at the lingering smell of weed and spilled alcohol. Nicky is messy tonight.

The space is cozy, and will always be my favorite hangout spot, even with the lame fairy lights that Nicky says are “for the vibes.” My eyes fall on the battered foosball table standing in the middle of the room before shifting to the posters of our favorite punk musicians haphazardly stuck to the walls.

“Well, that’s a fucking problem,” I mutter. An acoustic guitar sits in the corner, which Nicky loves to play terribly after a few drinks, serenading me with his screechy voice. I’m going to have to hide the instrument to spare myself a headache later.

Jerry’s house has never been home, but Nicky’s house is.

“Oh, fuck my cock.” I watch my best friend trip over his own feet, falling into the back of the couch. A hearty laugh rips itself from my chest.

“Jesus, Nicky, could have at least waited for me. Now I’m gonna have to try to catch up to you, dickhead.” I shake my head, amusement still tugging at my lips. “C’mon man. Give me a drink.” I thrust my hand out and he responds by shoving a cold bottle in my direction.

The slam of the door catches Nicky’s attention, and he whistles. I wince at the piercing sound. “Right in my ear, asshole,” I mutter.

“Jason, babe, you didn’t tell me your sister is a bunny.” My lips tighten into a thin line as I pop the cap off. “Threesome?” Nicky asks, then drops to his knees in front of Daisy, hands clasped around his bottle like he’s ready to pray to her for some pussy. My stepsister’s pussy.

My eye twitches and I shove my boot into his ass, sending him sideways. “Shut the fuck up,” I grunt while my best friend cackles. I take a massive swig of my beer. My gaze meets Daisy’s blue eyes, which are highlighted by the light-blue eyeshadow she’s wearing. She bites her lip as if considering Nicky’s offer, and I sneer in disgust, shaking my head at her. “Slut,” I hiss at Daisy, watching her face fall. Good.

Nicky and I spend some time catching up, and I try to ignore Daisy, but her quiet presence is annoying and unnerving. It’s impossible to relax with my mind constantly wandering back to her. Thinking about her glistening lips. The way her dress wraps tightly around her body. Her exposed skin.

I drink faster, determined to escape all thoughts of her.

After I finish my third…fourth drink, every nerve in my body winds tighter and tighter until even breathing is difficult. Nicky lowers the music, turning to Daisy.

“So, Daisy doll, have you sucked your brother’s cock yet?”

Nicky.

A vein pulses in my neck. Sex is almost always on his mind. Combine his confidence with the fact that he has no filter, and Nicky is a troublemaker at the best of times. I’m going to throttle him.

A pink hue quickly spreads across Daisy’s cheeks as her fingers toy with the hem of her too-short dress. Everything about her is sinful temptation, a trap I’ll never fall in to. Girls like her will always lead men to misery.