16. Jared

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JARED

E xcitement floods my veins as I slip out, securing the door behind me. The night air chills my skin, but my blood runs hot. On the way to the convenience store, I maintain a leisurely pace to get everything I need to make this night perfect. My stepsister is finally within my reach. I've been patient, watching her from afar, and now she's mine.

I know her inside and out—every curve, every freckle, the scent of her skin, the sounds of her pleasure. I've touched her in her sleep, felt her soft skin under my fingertips, marked her with my cum, and made her choke on my dick. She's my canvas, and I intend to paint her with my lust.

I've fantasized about possessing her for so long, and now she's bound to a bed in my secluded hideout. The initials I left on her thighs are mere precursors of what's yet to come. I envision thrusting into her, breeding her until her body overflows with my cum.

It's a dangerous fantasy, and I know it, but I can't shake my desire for her. I've always been the black sheep, the twisted one, and this desire is simply another extension of my dark nature. I've earned this, and Aria is my reward for a lifetime of yearning.

As I turn the corner toward the convenience store, I nearly collide with Lisa, Aria's best friend.

"Jared! Oh my god, I didn't know you were back in town!" she exclaims, eyes wide.

Maintaining my calm, I offer a relaxed smile. "Hey, Lisa. Yeah, I just arrived today. I'm visiting for a bit."

Concern furrows her brow. "Have you seen Aria at all? We got separated at the carnival's haunted house after some stupid smoke bomb prank. I can't find her anywhere."

My heart quickens at the mention of Aria's name, but I keep my composure. "No, sorry, I haven't seen her. I've been settling in, so I haven't been out and about." The lies roll off my tongue with practiced ease.

Lisa sighs. "That's odd. Her phone's going straight to voicemail, too. I'm starting to get really worried now."

I shrug. "I'm sure she's fine. She probably got spooked and is hiding somewhere to calm down. You know how she gets with those haunted house attractions."

Lisa nods. "Yeah, you're probably right. I'll give her a little more time. It hasn't even been two hours yet."

"Exactly, she'll turn up soon enough," I say. "Have a good night night." I casually wave goodbye.

Our encounter makes me uneasy—I need to be more careful. If Lisa gets too suspicious, it could shatter my plan.

Pushing my concerns aside, I enter the convenience store, eager to return to Aria. I grab the supplies I need—bottled water, energy bars, and basic first aid items.

At the register, the pimply teenage clerk barely looks up from his phone to ring me up. "That'll be $12.83," he mumbles.

I toss some cash on the counter, not waiting for change. Every second away from Aria feels like an eternity. Snatching up the bag, I rush out, the door's bell jingling in my wake.

The streets have quieted as the Halloween festivities wind down. Taking a quiet route back to the lockup, I know I have to be cautious. The last thing I want is to bump into Lisa again.

As I approach the lockup, my anticipation builds. I pull on my mask because I'm still not ready to reveal my identity to her.

My heart flutters with excitement as I enter, and secure the door with a heavy deadbolt, cutting us off from the outside world.

As my eyes adjust to the shadows, I savor the image of Aria shivering on the bed. She's bound again after I cut the restraints to chase her.

Fuck.

It was the most intoxicating thing I've ever fucking done. The way she choked on my dick satisfied very deep and dark cravings.It was the first fucking mouth I've felt around me and the last. Aria has always been it for me. And I've been saving myself for her.

Stalking closer, I murmur, "There's my beautiful girl. Did you miss me?" I approach the bed, tracing a finger along her jawline.

"W-what do you want from me?" she whispers.

Chuckling, I brush my lips against her ear. "Everything. And I intend to take it, piece by delicious piece." A flicker of curiosity ignites in her eyes."You like the games we play, don't you, Aria?" I whisper.

Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she shivers. "I... I just want to go home," she replies.

She won't admit it, but I see the desire burning in her eyes. How her body responds to my touch, and I know that pushing her boundaries will fuel her arousal. I wonder if discovering my true identity—that I'm her stepbrother—will be the spark that ignites her further.

From my pocket, I produce a gun, cold and solid in my hand. Her eyes widen, the metal barrel glinting in the dim light. I can almost taste her fear.

"Don't be scared, beautiful," I murmur, running the barrel along her jawline. "This is just another part of the game. I know you've read about this kind of fun in those dirty books you read, fingering your tight little cunt while you did."

The power I hold over her is exhilarating, and I know this moment will be forever seared in her memory. I can feel her gaze on me as I move closer, purposeful and confident.

Her breath quickens, her eyes reflecting a mix of trepidation and desire. My body mirrors her arousal, my cock twitching.

I graze my finger along the rope, binding her. "I'll give you more freedom to move, but remember, you're still mine to play with."

As I remove the restraints, she trembles. Grabbing her by the wrist, I pull her off the bed and lift her onto a nearby workbench. Freedom for now, but she will still be under my control.

Stepping back, I admire her skin glowing in the dim light. Her breasts rise and fall with rapid breaths, nipples hardening from the cool air. I see the pulse thrumming in her neck—a testament to her fear and excitement.

Pressing the cold barrel to her inner thigh, I watch her shiver. "Can you feel the power I hold over you?"

The gun is loaded, its weight a reminder of the danger. I slide the barrel between her thighs, watching her eyelids flutter as she tries to hold back a moan.

Slowly, I drag the barrel along her slit, collecting her wetness. A soft whimper escapes her lips. "Please..." she begs.

Without hesitation, I slide the gun inside her, thrusting gently at first. Watching her tight muscles cling around the barrel is almost too much to bear.

"Take it," I urge. "Feel my control, my dominance."

Her cunt gets wetter, coating the barrel. The sound of the gun sliding in and out is crude. I savor her face—innocent and perfect—as I push her toward the edge.

"You're a natural-born whore, taking a gun like that," I growl, knowing she's a virgin, but I've seen her fuck herself with her dildo daily while reading her filthy novels. This is no thicker. "You're so wet, baby. My gun is dripping with your cum." I've watched her more than I'd care to admit. And I've jerked off, too, seeing her act like such a filthy little slut when she acts so innocent to everyone all the time.

Her hips buck, meeting the cold steel. "I... I..." she stammers, unable to form words.

A chuckle escapes me, my finger joining the gun, circling her clit. "Such a filthy little slut for me, aren't you?" I tease.

Thrusting the gun harder, I watch her bite her lip to suppress a moan.

"And yet, such a good little virgin," I growl.

Aria's breath catches, her eyes widening. "How...?" she whispers.

"I know everything," I purr. "I've been watching, waiting, planning for our moment."

With each thrust of the gun, I push her closer. "And I intend to bring your darkest desires to life, one by one."

Her body arches toward me, begging for more. I feel her surrender, and it fuels my need. "Tell me what you want," I whisper, my fingers teasing her to the brink. "Tell me what you crave."

She is mine, body and soul.

"I... I need more," she pleads, her inhibitions crumbling under the relentless touch of my fingers and the gun sliding in and out. "Make me come."

Withdrawing my hand, I smirk, enjoying seeing her lust-hazed eyes and flushed skin. "As you wish, my sweet captive. This is just the beginning. I plan to drive you wild, explore your desires, and brand you as mine."

Aria shudders, her eyes fluttering closed as my fingers resume their dance. Her gasps and moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that spurs me on.

I'm going to enjoy every moment of this fucked-up journey. And in this moment, I truly believe she will, too.