As much as I want to scream out in terror, I manage to remain quiet while he grabs my pussy despite every attempt I make to move away from his touch. My physical resistance to what he’s doing to me is pointless with the tight hold he has around my back.

  With his fingers and palm busy touching me and feeling me like this, he finally abandons kissing me. But this only seems to let him focus more on groping me against my will.

  My physical opposition having failed, I try using desperate words instead, begging, “Please don’t do this.”

  His assault on me doesn’t waver; he steps up his game instead, sliding two of his fingers down across my clit until they find my opening and slip inside.

  As he’s feeling around me and stimulating my natural wetness, I want nothing more than to disobey his order and scream at the top of my lungs at the anguish I feel in being violated this way, but nothing good would come of it. Alerting Jake to my current situation would surely prompt him to action that could have dangerous consequences, and I won’t risk it.

  There’s nothing that he could do to stop this anyway.

  “Now that you’re all prepped and ready,” Xavier says softly by my ear, “we can move on to the really fun part.”

  I won’t openly sob in front of him while he does this to me, but I can’t hold back my tears. They scamper down my face in fear of what’s to come.

  He breathes into the side of my hair just before he removes his hand from my underwear and releases his hold on my back. I step away from him and close my eyes, allowing myself a few blissful seconds of denial about what he’s going to do next, but I can’t prevent the sound of his preparation from reaching my ears.

  A belt buckle loosens. A zipper opens. Fabric falls to the ground.

  “Open your eyes and come here,” Xavier commands.

  My body follows his directions despite the fear coursing through it. When I open my eyes and approach him, it’s impossible not to notice his thick, aroused cock pointing out toward me.

  “I’ll be generous and let you choose,” Xavier informs me. “You can take the quicker, easier route and get on your knees to suck my cock. Or if you’re up for a little more manual work, you can wipe the wetness from your pussy all over me and make me come by hand. Your choice, but I suggest you choose quickly while you’re still so wet.”

  My hands shake with terror where they dangle helplessly by my sides. I’m relieved that he’s not planning to fuck me at this moment, but I’m still sickened at the task that he has asked of me.

  My moments of indecision and delay cause a scowl to break out across Xavier’s face. “If you’re not feeling up to it, I can bring your gay brother up here instead. I’m sure he’s an expert—”

  “No,” I cry out immediately, despite the tightening in my throat making it difficult to speak. “You leave him out of this.”

  “Then decide,” Xavier demands.

  As I glance at Xavier’s bulging erection again, I realize that I can barely stomach the thought of putting it in my mouth to let him release inside me, so I’m forced to take the only other option given to me.

  As I unbutton my jeans and pull down the zipper, Xavier’s face breaks out into a broad grin. I spread my legs apart just enough to easily reach past my underwear all the way down to my opening. It’s still soaked with my wetness, but I fear that it’s not enough for what I need.

  My cheeks burn with humiliation as I press two of my own fingers all of the way inside me, slowly bringing them out and pushing them back in again repeatedly to cover them completely and maximize the amount of my wetness.

  “That’s enough,” Xavier scolds but with an accompanying pleased smile. “As much as it’s fucking hot to watch you play with yourself like this, I have needs that require attention. And you’ll use your good hand to do this. I don’t want that disgusting monstrosity on your other hand to touch my cock.”

  It takes some effort to tolerate Xavier’s derogatory comment about the scar on my left palm without any reaction from me. With a deep breath to calm my racing heart, I take the sticky wetness from inside and around my opening using my right hand and apply it to Xavier’s warm, thick cock in front of me.

  Just the simple act of spreading the wetness around his shaft and tip causes him to moan with pleasure. When I grasp him fully in my hand and move my wrist up and down repeatedly to stroke him, the sensual sounds he makes turn louder and wilder.

  “More. I want more of you on me,” he breathes out.

  I feel ready to burst into sobs but manage to hold them back as I reach down into my underwear again with my free hand to collect more of the wetness from my opening. I stop pumping him just long enough to apply the additional natural lubricant and then get started again with increased speed and pressure this time, ready to get this over with.

  “On your knees,” he demands desperately as he pushes down on my shoulders to force me to the floor.

  His heavy breathing quickly turns to groaning, and he gasps out the moment I feel the first strong pulse in his cock. His release shoots out onto my neck and upper chest in a large, sickening burst then continues to shoot out onto me with each subsequent pulsing of his softening cock in my hand.

  When his orgasm has finished, he grabs me by the shoulders and looks down at me with admiration.

  “I love seeing my cum all over you while you’re on your knees in Silas’ bedroom.” He pats my shoulder as if I’m an animal that has just successfully completed a trick for him. “You served your purpose well. You’ll continue to serve this purpose for me every day that we’re together in this house.”

  I stare at Xavier blankly as he says this, shocked and disgusted by what has just happened and what he says I’ll continue to be forced to do for him.

  “So, I’m your whore, then?” I ask with spite.

  Xavier smiles broadly. “Everyone has their purpose. If you continue to fulfill that purpose, your lover boy and the queer couple get to live. It’s a pretty fair trade, really.”

  My gaze drifts downward and quickly falls to a vacant stare at the floor. The devastation that he’s going to bring down on me and the people I love has only just begun, and I feel like we’ve already lost everything.

  “You’re a fucking mess,” he comments before pulling me out of my stupor and up to my feet. I can see that he has pulled his clothes back up in the time that I was mentally away from this room. “Clean yourself up and change your clothes. It’s time for breakfast.”

  Thoughts of going downstairs, seeing my brother, and eating anything solid after what I just endured only make my stomach churn, but I know that I have no choice but to follow Xavier’s instructions.

  Struggling to keep my breathing and heart rate steady, I zip up my jeans and walk over to the tall black dresser in the back corner of the room. After grabbing one of the workout towels from the top drawer, I wipe it across my chest, trying not to look too closely as I clean up Xavier’s mess from my skin and shirt.

  Even after I’ve wiped it all away, I can still feel the effects of what it has left behind. No matter how hard I press or how many times I brush the towel across my skin, I can’t clean the stickiness off of me completely.

  I abandon the effort and focus instead on getting into some clean clothes. Keeping my back turned to Xavier, I quickly take my shirt off over my head and throw it to the ground before grabbing the first clean shirt I see in the drawer.

  “Wait,” Xavier suddenly calls to me, prompting me to stop all movement. “Turn around.”

  My eyes shut tightly for a moment before I work up the courage to do as Xavier asks. I turn around in my black, lacey bra to face him, doing what I can to block my chest with the clean shirt still in my hands.

  He contemplates my partially-exposed form with a curious expression. “You don’t need to wear that anymore. We should let your perky ladies hang free. It’s good for them.”

  I’m about ready to curl up into a ball on the floor and give up at Xavier’s latest demand, but I have to push through. My family is counting on me to do what I can to keep them alive.

  Even if that means whoring myself out to this man.

  After setting the clean shirt back in the dresser drawer, I reluctantly reach behind me and unhook my bra to let it fall to the floor. Before Xavier can get too good of a look at my bare breasts, I grab for the clean shirt again to pull it over my head, but Xavier steps forward and grabs my hand to stop me.

  “I shouldn’t have had you do that,” he says in a sultry tone from where he stands within inches of me and my half-naked body. He steps close enough that I can feel the beginnings of his next hard-on forming beneath his jeans where it presses up against my hip. “Now I’m feeling greedy.”

  My body shivers as he leans in close to my face, kissing the side of my cheek as an introduction to the flurry of kisses that follow down to my mouth and lips. The kisses continue lower, showering my neck and upper chest until his lips finally enclose my firm nipple.

  I cry silently while he sucks on me and slips his hand down beneath my underwear again, doing even more to fuel my wetness this time with the inevitable pleasure he’s inciting with this foreplay around my breasts.

  By the time his mouth leaves my hardened nipple, I’m struggling to keep my breathing under control from the unwanted desire and anxiety he’s creating within me all at once. He stands up straight to tower over me and removes his eager hand from my pussy.

  “You can cry while we do this, but you don’t get to orgasm. Your needs will remain unfulfilled going forward, unless of course you choose to play with yourself within feet of your brother at night.”

  He laughs at his own jab before his face turns serious again.

  “You’re going to make me come again,” he instructs before his mouth forms into a sly grin. “You might have to work a little harder this time.”

  My chest aches with the effort required to hold back my sobs, but I manage to keep them restrained as Xavier pushes his clothes to the floor to release his hardened cock again. I grasp on to whatever bits of resolve I have left before unzipping my jeans and inserting my hand into my underwear, and I let myself cry while I please this monster once more.

  10

  It feels like I’m being paraded through the house in a walk of shame when Xavier is finally done with me and instructs me to go downstairs. Despite the fatigue I feel after Xavier’s successful efforts to strip me of my dignity, my feet move me quickly across the wood floors, fueled by worry that Jake might see me when I pass the doorway to the kitchen.

  Luckily, he’s not there when I go by, and I take comfort in knowing that I’ll have at least a few extra minutes to prepare for my inevitable reunion with him after my ordeal with Xavier upstairs.

  I’ve been tuning out everything Xavier has said to me since the moment we walked into the bathroom together, trying desperately to ignore his presence while he watched me take a piss. The whole time that I’m washing my hands and face and brushing my teeth and long, dark hair, all I can think about is how I’m going to keep my shit together in front of Jake when I see him.

  He has to know that something happened between me and Xavier; we were both gone together for too long. I won’t be able to hide the broken expression on my face completely. I fear it’s going to become etched into me—a crack that simply can’t be repaired—but for now, the best thing I can do is try to maintain some semblance of strength and sanity, even if it’s only a facade.

  Knowing that I can no longer push off the inevitable, I set my hairbrush down on the side table against the wall and turn toward the man who controls my fate and the fate of the people I love.

  He looks me up and down as he has done a few times since he put me in this yellow sundress upstairs. I feel completely exposed despite the fabric that covers me, because I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.

  Xavier’s mouth turns into a wicked smile. “You really do look lovely dressed up properly as a lady. I think we’ll have to do away with your bleak wardrobe of holey jeans and worn t-shirts.”

  I don’t respond to his comments, verbally or otherwise. I don’t want to think about spending the rest of the summer in clothing that gives Xavier easy access to touch and defile me.

  He indicates toward the door. “Let’s go. I expect your brother has breakfast ready by now.”

  The moment that I’ve been dreading is finally here. With every last bit of my resolve, I take a deep breath and even out my expression before walking out of the bathroom with Xavier behind me.

  My walk of shame from earlier continues as I cross the entryway to the dining room. Before I can step more than a few feet into the room, Xavier stops behind me to pull out the closest dining room chair, indicating for me to sit.

  As I’m taking a seat in the chair, Jake steps into the room from the kitchen with worry consuming his expression. I know it’s my cue to plaster on my mask of resilience to give him comfort, so I do just that and give him as much reassurance as I can with my smile.

  “What did you do to her?” Jake demands as he storms farther into the room, clearly not fooled by my ruse.

  Xavier appears unaffected by Jake’s outburst, replying casually, “Your sister served her purpose, and now it’s time for you to fulfill yours.” He waves a hand in the air in the direction of the kitchen doorway while taking a seat at the head of the table right next to me. “Go fetch our breakfast. The lady and I are simply famished after this morning.”

  Fury instantly overtakes my brother’s face as he tries to move on Xavier for what he has said. I stand up and catch his arm to stop him, though, preventing him from reaching Xavier, even though I’d love nothing more than to see Jake unleash on him.

  “I’m fine,” I insist, though the tremble in my voice undermines my words. “It’s not worth it, Jake.”

  “It would be totally fucking worth it,” he whispers back through gritted teeth.

  I hold my ground keeping Jake in check, and eventually, the rage begins to dissipate from his eyes. He runs both hands over his face and through his hair before taking a deep breath and turning around toward the kitchen to do Xavier’s bidding.

  When I take a seat again, it’s impossible to ignore Xavier’s look of pure satisfaction. He knows that he has us exactly where he wants us. We’re the perfect pawns in his devious game, a game he’s rigged so that he can win it automatically.

  Jake returns with a plate of pancakes topped with pieces of fresh strawberries in one hand and our last jar of maple syrup in the other hand. It pains me to see our remaining supply of pancake mix cooked up for this asshole and his men to consume.

  Xavier beams his sick smile at my brother. “I knew you’d be perfect for this role. Get us some plates and utensils.”

  After shooting Xavier an annoyed glance, Jake reluctantly walks back into the kitchen.

  I’m distracted watching Jake for a moment when I suddenly realize that Xavier is leaning in close to me. I turn to find his face within inches of mine, prompting my entire upper body to jump in surprise. He has his elbow propped on the table with a piece of strawberry between his fingers right in front of me.

  “Open your mouth,” he commands.

  At first I resist, unwilling to give in to another one of this man’s disgusting desires. But then I realize that it’s better to get this over with before Jake returns, so I part my lips and let him place the piece of strawberry in my mouth.

  What I didn’t expect was for his invading forefinger to press all the way to the back of my throat, causing me to gag and pull back automatically in response.

  “I wasn’t done,” Xavier scolds just as Jake walks back into the room.

  “What the hell—” Jake begins to say, but I turn and hold up a hand to stop him while I cough away the discomfort at the back of my throat.

  “Leave the plates,” I tell Jake despite my raspy voice, “and go back into the kitchen.”

  “No.” Xavier’s voice is cold and authoritative. “You’ll stay right there, Jake. You’ll watch us enjoy this breakfast you’ve made, and you won’t do a damn thing to stop me.”

  Without any delay, Xavier picks up another piece of strawberry and raises it to my mouth. Terrified at the thought of giving Jake any opportunity to disobey Xavier’s demand, I part my lips again to let Xavier feed me the piece of fruit. He follows the same procedure as before once the strawberry is inside my mouth: sticking his forefinger all the way to the back of my throat to trigger my gag reflex. I’m more prepared this time and can control it better.

  His finger moves back some in anticipation of his next demand: “Enclose your lips around my finger.”

  It feels like my dignity and humanity are slipping even further away—a continuation of what began upstairs this morning —except that I have an audience this time. Jake is standing feet away from me. I can’t see him, but I can sense him fuming where he stands.

  Pushing past the now-familiar ache in my chest that I feel each time I give in to Xavier’s demands, I reluctantly press my lips around Xavier’s finger. The moment I do so, he begins to move it inward and outward again, but faster this time.

  I hear the sound of the back door opening and then hear footsteps across the kitchen. I expect the commotion to cause Xavier to stop what he’s doing, but he continues finger fucking my mouth even as his man appears at the doorway from the kitchen.

  The man clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable at the situation he has just discovered, before he finally says, “Sorry to interrupt, but we found something that you might find interesting.”

  Xavier sighs and appears annoyed as he removes his finger from my mouth. “Well, I guess I won’t be enjoying this breakfast quite as much as I had hoped.” He slaps the side of my face gently a couple of times. “You should eat up, dear. You need to replenish your energy.”

  After grabbing a pancake from the plate on the table, Xavier stands up and pushes past Jake toward the kitchen doorway.

  “Keep an eye on them,” Xavier instructs the man who is still standing there in a bit of a stupor. He then turns toward me and Jake with a mischievous grin. “I’ll be right back.”