I’m lying flat on my back, Erica’s powerful thighs straddling as she moves with a rhythm of an expert. Her eyes are closed, her long blonde hair water-falling down her shoulders, and her full lips parted in a satisfied smile.
She looks like a goddess, an unstoppable force taking control of my body and soul. But as I gaze up at her, I realize sothing is off. Her movents are passionate, yet there’s a hint of anger behind them, a storm brewing beneath the surface.
‘I really don’t want to tell her about last night, but I cant keep secrets from her.’ I frown.
She notices my distant expression with sothing akin to a sixth sense and stops mid-thrust, her piercing blue eyes snapping open. The temperature in the room seems to drop as she studies , her brow furrowing with concern and frustration. “Jason,” she growls, her voice low and dangerous, “what’s wrong?”
My heart races, and I gulp deeply, trying to find the right words. I’m not sure how to explain the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside , the fear and exhilaration that co with being completely vulnerable to this magnificent woman. “Nothing,” I finally manage to mutter, my voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I can’t stop thinking.”
Erica’s eyes narrow, and she resus her movents, this ti with more force. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through , making it hard to focus on anything but the sensation of her body against mine. “You can’t stop thinking?” she repeats, her voice filled with anger. “About what, Jason? What could possibly be more important than this?”
I try to push the thoughts away, to lose myself in the mont, but it’s no use. I’m trapped in my own mind, consud by the fact that I got a hard-on from my sister’s almost rape. I know I should tell her the truth, but the words feel stuck in my throat, a tangled ss of fear and desire. And most of all, I’m afraid she’d kill my sister.
‘It’s not that I care that I got an erection, I get those all the ti. It’s that Erica is going to be mad at where and I how i got it.’ I reason out with myself.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say, my voice strained as I struggle to keep up with her relentless pace.
‘That’s not a lie. That’s just blatantly avoiding my issues.’
Erica’s expression softens, and for a mont, I think she might let it go. But then, with a fierce determination, she leans forward, her breasts pressing against my chest as she whispers in my ear. “You know I can’t stand it when you’re distant, Jason. You know how much I hate it.”
‘I don’t think that has even happened to us yet?’
I nod, I want to tell her the truth and lay myself bare, but I have to be smart about it.
Suddenly, Erica’s hand shot out, snatching a knife from the nearby table. The cold steel glinted nacingly in the low light. She pressed the blade gently against my throat, her eyes narrowing as she demanded, “What the fuck are you hiding from , Jason? Tell now!”
‘Awwww, it’s just like the ti we t but now she’s holding the knife.’ I think back nostalgically on how she saved from an insane rapist with a knife to my neck.’
My cock grew three sizes due to the knife. I could see the desperation in Erica’s eyes and the need to know what was causing the distance between us. And, God help , it turned on.
Her hips ground into harder, faster, as if trying to wring the truth from my very soul. I gasped as the pressure built, the sensation of pleasure and fear pushing to the brink.
“I... I can’t,” I choked out, my voice barely a whisper.
With a growl, Erica leaned in closer, her breath hot against my cheek. “Tell , Jason. Tell what’s been eating away at you, or so help ...”
The knife pressed harder against my throat, and in that instant, sothing inside snapped. I felt myself surrendering to the mont, to Erica’s dominance, to the twisted desires I had fed so willingly lately.
“Fuck!” I cried out as my release overtook , my body shuddering beneath hers as I emptied myself into her.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, I found myself staring up at Erica with newfound affection. The knife still hovered at my throat, but the anger in her eyes had faded, replaced by a mixture of confusion and concern. The threat clearly cald and opened up in a way nothing else could, and I could see it in Erica’s eyes. She noticed the knife helped , too.
“I’ll tell you,” my voice filled with tenderness. “I’ll tell you everything, Erica.”
‘I owe it to her. The truth. I have to trust in the system. To withhold sothing from your Yandere is death, after all. But more than that, I want my partner to know what’s bothering .’
I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the storm that is about to co. “Last night...Brooke... she tried to force herself on . But she…”
Erica’s eyes widen in shock, and the knife clatters to the floor as she pulls away from , her hands trembling with rage. Before I can even finish my sentence, Erica slams her fist through the wall, the plaster crumbling around her as she screams in fury. “That Stupid bitch! How dare she touch what’s mine!”
“Erica, listen to ,” I plead, my voice shaky with the weight of my confession. “She didn’t... It wasn’t like she went all the way. Brooke, she straddled , held down. Our clothes never ca off. I tried to push her off, but she’s stronger than .” My cheeks burn with sha, feeling the need to justify the fear and helplessness that had consud in that mont.
“Jason, you’re trembling,” Erica’s anger morphs into concern as she takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose herself. Her eyes scan my face for any sign of deceit, for any hint that I might be downplaying the incident.
“It’s true. I was powerless under her grip,” I murmur, every word heavy with the humiliation of it. “And when she noticed...when she saw that I was hard,” I swallow hard, unable to et Erica’s gaze, “she got off . Said she just wanted to prove a point. To teach so lesson about how my need for submission would ruin .”
“Fuck,” Erica curses under her breath, her blue eyes darkening with a storm of emotions. She sits back on her heels, the remnants of her anger flaring to life again. Sothing protective and fierce. Along with a faint sound of a drip coming from her pussy.
I look at her, my eyes wide and apologetic. “I’m sorry, Erica. I’m so sorry for reacting that way. For getting an erection. I didn’t want it, I swear.” I pleaded to her with genuine remorse about the hard-on I knew in my mind was not my fault, but still, the guilt felt real.
‘I hate that i’d react to submitting to soone that isn’t Erica.’
“Jason, look at ,” she demands, her voice softer now, but still commanding. There’s a gentleness in her touch as she lifts my chin, forcing to face her. “You will be punished for this later. But I know you didn’t an to betray . And I’m really sorry your sister did that to you.”
Her words wrap around like a balm, soothing the raw edges of my guilt and sha. Erica’s understanding, her acceptance of my involuntary response, allows the tension to seep from my muscles, leaving feeling vulnerable yet safe in her presence.
“Thank you, Erica,” I whisper, relief flooding my chest. “Thank you for believing .”
“To be totally honest I think your to crazy to want to lie to . You looked absolutely distraught earlier.” she replies with a genuine confusion.
Erica’s eyes searched mine one last ti. Scanning for leftover hints of anything more but turning up nothing.
Suddenly The warmth drained away from her eyes. Replaced by a vacancy that sent a shiver down my spine. Her hand remained on my face, but their comfort had evaporated, leaving behind only the ghostly trace of her prior compassion.
“I have to go to the gym. It’s been a while,” Erica said suddenly, her voice devoid of its usual fiery undertones.
“Erica, you—you’re not going to...” My words tumbled out in a nervous rush, the image of Brooke and what might happen flashing before my eyes.
She stood up smoothly, releasing my face, and I was left lonely without her presence. Her back was to now, the muscle of her shoulders tense beneath the fabric of her shirt. My cum dripping out of her still.
‘Has she just been snailing around my goo since i busted in her? What an absolute legend.’ I can’t help but admire Erica.
“Jason, I really have to go to the gym. And I promise,” she said without turning around. “I won’t hurt your sister.”
I nodded, though she couldn’t see it, my heart knocking against my chest. The air hung heavy with the unsaid, with the fear that simred just below the surface. We walked out together, the mansion’s grandeur lood over us, its silence echoing our own. Erica’s pace was steady, purposeful, as if she were marching towards sothing inevitable.
‘She wouldn’t break a promise. Yandere’s take those seriously, I think.’
***
[POV:Erica]
The dashboard clock glowed 9:27 PM, casting a pale light on my clenched fists. The Princess Pizza parking lot was all but deserted, save for a few stragglers heading ho with their greasy spoils. I sat in my car, the engine idling softly, a predator lying in wait.
A flicker of movent caught my eye. Brooke erged beneath the leaning tower of Pizza, coming out the doorway of the restaurant, her shift finally over. She moved with that sa timid grace she always had, unaware of the storm brewing just across the lot.
“Think you can ss with what’s mine?” I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. My heart thundered against my ribs like it wanted to kill soone.
I slipped out of the car, each step asured and deliberate. The baseball bat felt like an extension of my body. The blood on it were the trophies of the many fights i brought it too. My muscles humd with tension, echoing the power I had honed through countless fights back in Salem.
“Hey, Brooke!” I called, my voice butchering the quiet night air.
She turned, her eyes widening at the sight of . There was no mistaking the fear that flashed across her face, but she was rooted to the spot, like a deer caught in headlights.
“Erica, what are you—”
“Shut up,” I snapped, not interested in her excuses. “You know what you did.”
Without hesitation I swung the bat at her car’s headlights. Glass shattered, scattering bright shards across the asphalt like stars ripped from the sky. Again and again, I struck, each blow a way to dull the rage boiling inside .
Brooke didn’t scream. She didn’t run. She just stood there, trembling, as if her silence could shield her from the wrath she knew she deserved.
“Say sothing!” I demanded, panting from exertion, the remnants of Brooke’s headlights lying in ruins at my feet.
But Brooke remained silent, her lips pressed into a thin line, her hazel eyes terrified of .
“You made lose face with him today,” I spat out, the words leaving my lips like bullets. “Do you have any idea what that feels like? To see him so fucking vulnerable because of you?”
Brooke took a step back as if distancing herself from the intensity of my emotions could sohow protect her.
“Erica, I—” she started, but I didn’t let her finish.
“You think I’m mad because of your Joke rape thing, but for , I can justify that. I hate you for it and want to bash your skull in for it, but I at least understand why you did that. I get why you would want to teach a boy that is so fucking helpless and demanding of ownership that it’s dangerous to do that. Your his sister, so, fine! But you did sothing far worse than whatever that sick ga was,” I continued, each word laced with venom. “Watching him nearly break down over getting an erection to another girl—his own sister—it was humiliating for both of us.
I breathe in angrily. “You probably think Jason likes being humiliated, but for , I figured him out. What he fucking loves, what makes him wake up every day and keep living, is his insane want to give up control, while still feeling safe and seen.” I emphasize the last words. “I an, for fucks sake, he’s dented, but he knows exactly what he wants. And you know what? I fucking love it. He makes a better !” I pause still breathing heavily.
“But you fucking embarrassed him, and you embarrassed by doing what you did.”
Brooke’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound ca out. Her eyes darted around, perhaps searching for an escape or help that wouldn’t co.
“Listen to very carefully,” I hissed, stepping forward, the threat in my tone as sharp as the blade I’d held to Jason’s throat. “If you ever try anything with Jason again, I swear on everything I love, I will end you. And the only reason you’re walking away tonight is because you’re his sister.”
I watched as Brooke swallowed hard, her eyes glistening with unspoken pleas for rcy. But there was no room for rcy—not when it ca to Jason.
“Understand this,” I said, my voice dripping with hate. “Jason is mine. He is spoken for. He is claid. He is owned!” I stare at Brooke as she helplessly looks at like i’m the villain here. “You’re getting off this once, but there won’t be a next ti. Not ever.”
Brooke nodded quickly, too frightened to speak. I could see the tremble in her hands, the way her knees threatened to buckle beneath her.
Good. Let her carry this fear with her, a constant reminder never to cross again.
With one last piercing look that sealed my promise, I turned my back on her and walked away, leaving her with broken headlights in the shadow of the leaning tower of Pizza.
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