CHAPTER 7

TARA

"Who do we have here?" A sly chuckle escaped his lips as he took a step forward, making his presence fully known.

"My stepsister in a motel? What are you doing here, Tara?" He questioned, slipping both hands into his pocket, tilting his head slightly to the side.

I couldn't speak because my whole body was shivering with fear.

"She said he's with her at the bar. How the hell is he in the room?" That question bugged me like crazy.

I didn't know what was happening right then. Was I imagining things?

"You're silent. What's on your mind...sis?" He spoke cunningly, taking another step forward.

His movement made me quiver, forcing me to draw back quickly, heart racing like I was being chased by a beast or something.

"What... What are you doing here?" I stammered, body still shaking.

"What am I doing here?" He narrowed his brow at my question, almost letting out another chuckle.

"Aren't you a funny girl, Tara? I asked first but you gave me no reply. Now you're asking me the same question and expect me to answer you? Nah." He swayed his head, two steps forward, forcing me to draw back again, my back bumping into the closet.

"Shit," I panicked, thinking of a way out of this.

"It doesn't work like that, Tara. You give me a reply first, then I do the same. A fair decision, don't you think?" He smiled, attempting another step closer.

When I noticed this, "STAY BACK!" I barked, pointing a daring finger at him.

Dennis had no plans to listen to my order, until I said, "One more step and I'll tell my father that you left me all alone at home and came down to a motel!"

That did the trick.

Dennis came to a halt, staring at me as his smile faded into seriousness.

It felt creepy, yet it was the right expression I was looking for.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Wait until they learn that their big man left his little sister at home to have fun with a slut," I smirked with pride, as my fear slowly died down.

"A slut?" Dennis picked that very word, giving me a suspicious glare.

"What makes you think I came here to have fun with a whore?" He questioned, another annoying grin appearing across his face.

His expression felt weird, almost as if he were trying to fish out something from me. But I wasn't going to let him find out about my trickery nor was I going to give him a hint of anything.

So I scoffed and gave him an answer. "Yeah, right. Like a guy like you would come down to a motel for anything better? I'm not stupid, Dennis. Just say I'm right. You came here to have sex with a lady. Isn't that right?" I interrogated with confidence, crossing my arms.

And just as I hoped, Dennis sighed and confessed —raising both arms up to accept the truth, "You're right. I came down here to have some fun with a hot chick."

"I knew it," I tsked, swaying my head. "You just couldn't keep that rod in place."

"You can't blame me for being horny," he smirked with no shame, taking off his shirt to show his readiness.

When I saw this, my face suddenly went red, forcing me to look aside so I wouldn't gaze at my stepbrother's body.

But he was making it hard with the things he was saying.

"I had no choice. Since my sweet stepsister has refused to play with me, I decided to find someone who's interested," He chuckled, making me frown while my cheeks kept burning at his dirty words.

"Repulsive. I am your stepsister, not your toy," I groaned, still trying not to look at him.

But temptation kept coming in, making me glance over at Dennis multiple times to stare at his bare chest.

I know I despise him, but I can't deny the fact that he's so hot and has a beautiful body.

"Just because you got me to suck your dick the last time doesn't mean I'll allow you to have sex with me."

"Yeah, I know. You don't like me, and I don't like you either. So, we're even."

"Yeah, even," I said but not with my whole heart.

Things will only be even between us when I get something strong against him. And now that I can't find the phone, it seems my plan has failed.

"There's always a next time. I'll let tonight slide." I decided, getting ready to leave.

Letting out a sigh, I told Dennis I'd head back home but act like I didn't see anything or hear anything.

That's when he said, taking off his belt from his waist, allowing his pants to drop down, revealing his hot waistline, "Are you sure you can head back home at this hour? It's already late. You could spend the night with me."

"Hell no!" I refused, faking a spat to show my disgust to this idea.

"I will not be in the same room with you while you're banging a slut. I'd rather walk back home than sleep in this room with you," I rejected, walking past him, approaching the door.

"I'm not the one who snuck out at night to have fun. Just pray our parents don't find out about your fun activity," I smirked cunningly, planning to use this against him.

Just as I was about to open the door and leave, Dennis's arm suddenly pressed against the door from my left, causing my heart to skitter!

I felt my heart right in my throat, and my body turned extremely cold when I felt his chest caressing my back!

"He's close. Too close! What's he up to now?" I trembled within, trying hard not to look affected by his presence.

That's when I heard him speak from behind in a soft yet deep alluring tone, "I won't do that if I were you, Tara."

"Do what?" I gulped, burying my fear and turning around to face him with the mask of boldness on.

"Afraid you'll get in a lot of trouble if they find out what you're doing?" I smirked, looking right into his eyes.

The gap between us was just an inch. I could feel my boobs almost brushing against his chest and it made my skin tingle.

Even my nipples were throbbing behind my bra. Just a touch from him and I bet my nipples would poke through my shirt.

But I had to stay strong and confident.

"You're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle whatever comes your way. Right... Brother?" I mocked, tilting my head to the side.

Instead of seeing traces of anger or worry in his eyes, Dennis smirked at me and said, staring deep into my eyes, "I already told your father that I won't be at home tonight."

"What?" I scoffed, refusing to believe this.

But Dennis was prepared. He proved me wrong by sharing a conversation he had with my father.

And it had to do with my request from earlier!

Dad doubted my words when I said I'll speak to Dennis about the school project fee. So, he contacted him and told him everything!

"So, how much are we talking about? You know you can tell me," He smiled with delight, reaching for my cheek with a gentle caress.

"As your big brother, it's my duty to make sure my little sister gets all the treatment she deserves," He spoke, looking down at my lips as he caressed his thumb over it, making my inside heat up.

"But that doesn't mean you will get everything for free. Oh no." He bit down on his lip, revealing that pervy side of his, as he slipped his hand down from my lips to my behind, giving me a hard squeeze.

"You're gonna work for it," He winked, making his request known.

I knew all those sweet words were nothing but a sham to hide his true motive.

If he thinks I'm going to give myself to him, then he's joking.

"So what do you say? How much do I need to pay for two rounds or maybe three?" He asked, giving me a harder squeeze.

Disgusted, "ENOUGH!" I snapped, yanking his hand off me!

"Do I look like a whore to you?!"

Dennis chuckled at my action, spiking my rage further.

"This is the reason why I told father that I don't need any help from someone like you. You're such an asshole!" I barked, pushing him out of my face.

Fed up with his nonsense, I decided to leave before things get out of hand. But once again, Dennis stopped me from leaving, forcing the door shut when I opened it.

He slammed it hard, causing me to burst out in rage, turning over to face him.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY, DENNIS!" I snapped, ready to push him again.

But in a swift motion, he grabbed my hand and tossed me onto the bed!

"AHH!" I screamed when I fell on the bed, turning over quickly to face my jackass stepbrother.

"ARE YOU...OOF!" I groaned in pain, looking right at Dennis.

He snatched my jaw without hesitation, towering over me like a wall, so I couldn't get away from him.

"Dennis!" I muffled through his grip, struggling to fight him off.

But he was way stronger than me.

In the blink of an eye, I found myself pinned down on the bed with both hands bound above my head with... With handcuffs?!

I was shocked when I felt the metallic shackles around my wrists.

"Where the fuck did he get this cuff?! Were they planning to use this for a role-play?" I wondered in astonishment, still unable to move my hands because of Dennis.

He had me held down with one hand, his bare chest almost pressing against mine, trapping me down with no way of escaping.

"Dennis!" I swayed my head with force, forcing his hand off my jaw. In anger, I broke my arms free from his grip, only to accidentally wrap them around his neck, putting me in an awkward position with my stepbrother.

"Shit!" I gulped, locking eyes with Dennis.

He was right in my face, our lips just inches away from brushing against each other.

He smiled naughtily at my own mistake while I tried to pull my arms away, but failed.

"I won't let you touch me!" I kept struggling, feeling my arms going weak by each second.

Instead of attempting to stop me, Dennis just watched, finding my actions appealing.

I wanted to frown at this and say a curse word to wipe that smug look across his face, but suddenly he... He kissed me on the cheek!

My whole body shivered at his action, as my heart raced, trying to process what just happened.

Our eyes locked, as Dennis stared into mine silently, slowly slipping his hand into my top, making his move.

I felt his touch but couldn't speak.

A part of me wanted to remind him that he's my stepbrother and he shouldn't be doing this, but another side didn't want to stop him either.

The way he slid his hand on my skin smoothly, aiming for my boob, caused me to heat up with a sudden hunger to be touched.

Still... "Dennis, you... This is wrong," I finally protested, struggling to fight the urges rising inside me.

"You're my stepbrother for crying out loud. What will our parents say if they find out that you had sex with your own stepsister?"

"That's if they find out," He said with seriousness buried in his eyes, finally grabbing my boob.

I moaned embarrassingly at his grip, feeling his hand squeezing and playing with my nipple.

My body began trembling at the way he played with my nipple. His touch was something out of this world. I could feel my nipples getting hard.

Dennis felt the hardness and gave me a naughty look, taking this as a sign that I was enjoying this.

But I denied this and said, glaring at him, "Wait till my father finds out what his stepson is doing to his daughter. You'll be in so much trouble."

"Well you don't have to worry about that, sis. Once we're done having fun, I'll gladly send our intimate video to your father," He said with no fear, looking right at the window on my right.

I didn't know why he was looking in that direction until I turned and saw things for myself.

"Oh my..." I froze, spotting a phone on the window, recording us!

It wasn't just any phone, but the very phone I came searching for!

How did Dennis get his hands on it?!

"Next time..." I turned to face him when he spoke.

He had a smirk of victory all over his face as he said, locking eyes with me, "If you want to get me trapped by using a whore, make sure she's not a well-known porn star I've masturbated to before."

"What-what are you... you talking about?" I stammered in fear, realizing a chilling truth.

"Your friend isn't here, Tara. I already paid your debt and sent her off. But in exchange for that..."

He slipped out from my grip and towered over me, revealing the hard bulge shooting through his pants!

When I saw this, my body quivered, getting the whole picture of what he wants to say.

"She had to send you over to this room to finish what you started," He completed, pulling out his hard, erect cock, as it throbbed hungrily before me.