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"I think you should go, Brock. You're only making things worse."
"Fat chance, Ry. He needs to know that you moved on and that it's time he does the same."
"That's not what I want, Brock…" I look him right in the eye as I speak the truth, no longer caring if I hurt his feelings or if he cuts me off, but he has something else in mind.
"Oh yeah?" He grabs the hair at my nape. "Isn't it, though? Has he ever made you feel what you do with me…when I'm giving you what your body craves?" I pound at his chest, but he laughs and then crushes his mouth to my lips when I try to yell at him.
The sick truth is everything that Brock is saying is true. Even though I love Beau and will do anything to be with him, Brock feeds the cravings deep inside, helping with the emotional pain by giving me physical pain. I love how Beau loves me, and I want that back, but if I can't have it, I will settle with what will help me get through it all.
I struggle until Brock pushes his hand down the front of my pants and pinches my sensitive bud, and then I moan. He laughs against my mouth before pulling away and giving me a warning look. "Get your ass upstairs before I fuck you right here and let yourbrotherhear it all."
I hate Brock right now. I hate him with a passion, but I know he will follow through with it. So, instead, I go upstairs, but I'll be damned if I let him fuck me while Beau is in this house. He's on me as soon as we enter my room, though. I push him away and try to reach my bathroom, but he's on me instantly. He knows I mean business when I haul off and slap him across the face.
His eyes widen, and then a grin spreads across his features. He then takes my jaw and pushes me back until I'm against the wall. "I really didn't want it to come down to this, but Bain did tell me to do whatever it takes…"
I stop struggling for a moment as I take in the words Brock just spoke, but when I go to ask what he meant, he shoves something into my mouth and presses his hand over my lips. My eyes widen at realizing what he just did, and I begin to fight him. I can't—I need to spit it out.
"I'm sorry, Ryan, but I've been trying to get you to think differently. It's always going to behim,isn't it? Maybe this will help. Once he sees that you're using again, he won't want to try and fix you a second time. After all, once a junkie, always a junkie…right?"
I want to refuse to swallow it, but it's beginning to dissolve and tastes like shit. Tears break free at what I'm about to do. Either way, it's going into my system. I might as well do it the easier way… I swallow.
As soon as Brock realizes this, he smiles. "That's a good girl. Bain said that you can be one when you want to be."
Brock wipes the tears still flowing down my cheeks and starts placing gentle kisses all around. I turn my head to the side, not wanting to look at him. I am totally screwed. If Brock and Bain are talking behind my back, that means Bain had Brock in his pocket.
"How much?" I ask.
"How much what?" Brock grips my chin and makes me look at him.
"How much is my stepfather paying you to fuck me?" I grit out.
"Oh, baby, I'm not getting paid to fuck you. No…that's free of charge. I'm getting paid to keep you in line." He kisses my lips briefly but brutally. "You have it all wrong, you know. Bain doesn't want to fuck you like you think he does. He's just so used to being one way, and since he loves your mother enough not to treat her like that, he has you, his pretty little girl. I'm here to help you quench the throbbing you get after his punishments."
"You're a sick fuck just like he is…"
"But deep down, you want your stepdaddy to touch you when he's spanking you, don't you?" he whispers close to my ear. "Who is the sick fuck now, Ryan? You want your stepbrother and crave your stepfather's touch. Admit it."
"No…"
"Fine, then you won't mind if I fuck you here and now." He starts to unbutton my pants. "Now, here is what's going to happen, Ryan. You'll let me fuck what's mine now, or I can call daddy dearest up here to give you your naughty girl spankings, and then I'll fuck that sore ass right in front of him."
“Why Brock? Why are you doing this?" I slur my words a little, and he grins.
"Awe, is someone feeling good now?" I feel the zip go down on my pants, which are then pushed down my legs.
I have to hold on to his shoulders when he squats to pull them off. He spreads my legs. "Still dripping my cum from earlier. Let's give you some more." He grabs my hair and brings me to my bed, bending me over and pushing my face into the mattress.
This morning was the first time we didn't use a condom, and it was only because he woke me up as he was pushing inside me, and I was too tired to think about it. Now, I'm too drugged up to care. I feel him spit down my ass crack and insert his thumb into my back hole as he thrusts inside me.
"You asked me why I'm doing this. Your stepdaddy came to me when he saw how wet you were getting during your spankings. Bain wanted to be able to treat you like the little he was being denied by his wife, but he didn't want more than that. He needed someone to help you with your little problem, and I was the only one you were talking to. I refused to be your babysitter, too." Brock slams into me repeatedly. "Until he offered me the money. Pussy and money...how the fuck could I pass that up?"
This is my life now, I guess. There is no way I can fight both Bain and Brock… I'm outnumbered, and it's evident that my mother isn't going to help me. I'd like to say this is on her, but it's not. This is all on me. I should have left when I had the chance to. They say that life is what you make of it. Well, this is what I made of mine…now I have to live in it.
Twenty-Six
Ever so slowly, I pull away from a sleeping Brock. My hands tremble at the thought of waking him up. It's late. Brock kept me in my room all day, but thankfully, he didn't give me more than that one pill. As long as I give him whatever he wants, he will not force me to take the drug, so I do.
I don't know where my old friend went, but this guy sleeping in my bed is not him. I can see it in the way he leers at me. He isn't seeingme.He's seeing what his sick mind is telling him to see. I'm no longer a person, his old friend. No, I'm just a warm pussy he can have whenever he feels the need to take it. I no longer have a say.
