Fredricks pov“I will punish you instead.""Why would you punish me? '' she asked, standing on her feet. I could see how pissed she was, but I needed to teach her some lessons and some discipline to teach her never to disrespect me again.Pulling her up, I kissed her gently; the pillowy feel of her lips on mine drew lust. I didn’t know how starved I was till I kissed her again; she was hard to resist, but my will to punish her was even more dear. In a swift move, I turned her, her face on my bed and her skirt exposing her backside.I spanked her hard, then her cheek flushed at the impact of my palm against her bum. "That's for yelling at me when you could have gotten it for free." I spanked her even harder, this time directly on her cheek.“That’s for being so stupid, for you to think you can come here and have me whenever you want because you feel I can get down on you whenever you want me.”I spanked her this last time; her voice echoed in my room, but I didn't stop there. The satis
Joan’s povHe left me there, like some kind of slave he could toy with. I came here to get my mind off of being traumatized by the father, and his son tied me. I hated my life that instant. How stupid could I have been? It’s just been days, and I was down the drain like sometrash that can be tossed around.Tears flooded my eyes even when I wanted to hold it down so much, but it still didn’t stop. It just can't stop because I can feel how stupid I am each time. It’s the end of it for me—totally the end for me—if I'm going to tell mom that her so-called beloved husband laid his filthy hands on me.The same man couldn't stop talking endlessly about how nice he was to me and how he gave me money to get drugs, not knowing he gave me money for contraception after he came like a dog inside me.Damn him, damn all of them.Cleaning my tears on the sheets, I hear footsteps hitting the stairs. Mom and that jerk of a stepfather weren't back, which meant it was... My heart skipped at the thought
Joan’s pov "Joan, why aren’t you listening?" Miss Parker banged on her desk, which successfully pulled me out of delima. It was philosophy class, one of the most boring, but one day my thoughts weren’t ranging above my thighs.I wiggled my waist slowly on the chair; everything around me seemed like a viable material for pleasure; all my thoughts were of pleasure; it was like I was placed in a fire that slowly burned me as the day passed by.No matter how hard I tried to turn my attention to something on the board, I seemed to think otherwise. I patiently waited for lunch time; maybe I could free myself from the bondage Fredrick placed me in. What was he thinking about placing me under such pressure?I passed a glance at him; he was ticking his pen, damn it.“Joan, stand up and repeat what I have just said, '' Miss Park said. I stood in hopes that I might utter something related to what she had been saying for over an hour, but my brain went entirely dumb.“Ma, I am sorry; I wasn’t
Fredrick’s pov“Why are you in my school? You didn’t inform me you would be coming,” I asked Sophia, but she remained mute as she drove; she had a latent smile on her face, which conveyed trouble. She was pissed but tried hiding it behind a smile."Talk to me; why come pick me up? You created a scene; now everyone is talking."“You never had a problem with that, so why today? Besides, I just came to take you gaming; I was bored and I needed someone to talk to, so I came to pick you up. Is that bad?”It has been this way for a long time. Sophia was too rich to be among us; she was way richer than my dad in person, and at first, it was the best thing to date the richest and hottest girl in the state. It came with its peaks and its odds; she was always right to do whatever; I never argued her decision; she was free to do as she pleases; and I had no say whatsoever.She was loving, caring, and more compassionate than I expected from someone who had access to other bedmates; she wasn’t ent
Joan’s povEverything sucked. I hated everyone. Yes, he was right. What was I thinking? I was a whore who begged for sex, one that wasn’t paid but enjoyed being used, and for all I care, I was done, totally this time.I would tell Mom everything. I would tell her about Fred and me. It might be the last time she wouldn’t trust me, but it was worth it.It was dinner time, and as always, this new fake family was down, all hoping we could pretend and look at each other's faces like nothing happened between us, and I was going to ruin it for everyone, including myself.Walking down the stairs, in a four-chair dining room, mom was sitting close to her newlywed husband, both of them holding hands together and whispering something in each other's ears, while Fred was at the left wind, already chewing the grapes like the pig he was—no single cutesy.I hate him, I hate myself.“Come join us; we have big news we would like to share with the family,” mom said.“This is not a family, and what’s so
Joan’s pov“Pregnant?” “Yes, we are pregnant; we don’t know the gender yet; since it’s not time, your dad and I just found out, and we decided to share it together with both of you,” her smile stoll handing, she was expecting a reaction of some sort.Fred I held my hands underneath the table so I didn't combust, but I pulled out anyway. Damn all of them, damn their stupid news. Mom isn’t supposed to be pregnant for him; it’s off the radar.Nothing was making sense, pregnant? It was too early to be pregnant, and she was pregnant for this man, this pervert."Aren't you happy, my love? You are finally going to have a sibling; it will be the beginning of our new family bond, and maybe we will grow to love each other as you help nurture your sibling.” She stares at him with spotless love in her eyes, and he smiles back at her.Pretense, all pretense—he doesn’t love her.“Is this what you really want, mom, a child?”“Yes,it will seal the family bond for ever,” she smiled at me. I knew what
Joan’s povI left for school early that morning, before Fred couldleave so I don't have to see his face or that of my stepdads; both of them were just pure enigmas to my existence. Throughout the weekends, I barely talked to him, and I locked myself inside all throughout."What is it, Joan? You don’t look so well." Anna asked, and I couldn't tell her what my problem was, knowing I had kept what had just happened between Fred and me a secret. She doesn’t even know that we were stepbrothers."Nothing; I am fine,” I replied, and as we walked down the hall, she wasn’t going to take that as an answer either. She knew when I was lying, but this particular truth can’t be told. Not even to her, we had to uphold this facade of ours till time do us part.“What is it? You didn’t sleep well, and guess what? I have a crush,” she said, bringing out a phone from her pocket. She showed me a guy and their previous text messages. I tried following her up, but I couldn't because my mind was too exposed
Fredricks pov“He’s the new boy,” Mark whispered in my ears. I saw the way she smiled and how this new boy didn't lose the slightest opportunity to touch her; she blushed countless times in my presence. Before, she could perceive me from a mile apart, but now she doesn’t even notice me two chairs away from her.What are they saying that’s so funny? She never had lunch with any guy, not even that nerd from the last time. He wouldn't dare come back to her again after last time, but this guy was new. Maybe I need to teach him a lesson, one he won’t forget."I need to know everything about him; whatever you can find, give it to me,” I said."Well, I know he’s rich, like very rich, but he doesn’t talk to anyone, and from what I heard, he is a transfer student. Some said he stabbed someone in his previous school and was expelled from school since no school would accept him; he was sent here as a last resort.”I gave it another thought: He doesn’t look like he can harm anyone, but he doesn’t