Author's note: The characters depicted in this chapter are eighteen years of age. I appreciate all the feedback I received on my first chapter and have taken it to heart. I hope you enjoy. As always, feel free to leave a comment or contact me if you have any feedback. :)
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When Rebecca Todd opened her eyes, the world was back to normal. She was safe, warm, snuggled into blankets and could barely remember what she ate for lunch at school that day. The pressing weight of pending homework due the very next day was what motivated her to sit up and fling her comforter off of her legs. She was in full 'fuck everything I hate school' mode up until she slid herself to the side of the bed. The moment her feet touched the floor and her ass rubbed against the firm ridge of her mattress, she winced. Then froze. Then held her breath.
It all came coming back. The fight with her twin. The way he pinned her down to the counter. The unrelenting smacks of his powerful hand as it spanked her over the ass. The hard, insistent bulge that pressed against the backs of her thighs. Her stomach twisted into knots and dread hit her like a sack of bricks. This couldn't have been real.
The fact her body responded to the memory with a surge of arousal along with the stinging ache of her butt let her know it was very much a reality. Skin crawling, Rebecca stood up and rubbed at her arms. She felt tense. Uncertain. Scared.
So why was there a hidden part of her that felt. . . Thrilled? Why did the memory of being held down and powerless to her brother's whims excite her to the point her clit gave an eager pulse that made her thighs clench? It wasn't as if they were even that close. Despite the fact they were twins, Rebecca had never really bonded with Jason. Some part of her had always resented him.
Glancing toward the closed door leading out of her bedroom, Rebecca let out a slow breath. In that moment all she wanted was to be wrapped up safe in someone's arms. It was an alien desire. Rebecca had stopped being the cuddly, lovable little girl by the time she turned ten. Her parents considered it a special day when she willingly gave either one of them a hug. Something in her just didn't want to be touched. So why did she want to be held all of a sudden?
A sharp knock sounded at her door, leaving Rebecca's pulse racing with unease. There was only one other person in the house with her and she wasn't sure she could handle being around him.
"'Becca?" The questing voice of her brother was muffled. Rebecca held her breath and hoped he would assume she was asleep when she didn't answer.
The door eased open and Jason poked his head in. The strawberry of his hair was slick and damp suggesting he had just taken a shower. His green eyes were both soft and concerned. He had never looked at her that way before and Rebecca wasn't sure if she wanted to bristle or if she wanted to cling to him. The memory of the way he had held her, pressing chaste kisses to the top of her head while comforting her in her emotional state warmed her in a way that felt strange.
He's the reason you were even crying in the first place, a dark voice reminded her. The slow melting sensation in her belly stopped immediately. Her eyes hardened.
"The fuck do you want?"
Jason sighed quietly and stepped inside the room. Despite the fact he had always been taller than her, Rebecca found herself much more aware of the fact. He loomed in a way he hadn't before and it made her take an instinctive step back. Jason hesitated and then held out a clear, plastic tube of Aloe Vera. "I shouldn't have spanked you. I'm sorry. Put this on your..." he paused, realizing he had no idea what word to use to describe his sister's ass. He didn't want to come off as crass or make her feel uncomfortable.
Rebecca steadied herself and glared. "My what, exactly?"
After an awkward pause, Jason cleared his throat. "Your butt. Ass. Whatever. It should help take the sting away and make it so it's not as sore tomorrow." When Rebecca continued to glare at him without saying a word, Jason shrugged and tossed the tube of Aloe onto her bed. He drew himself to his full height and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I still want to be very clear, Rebecca. You need to stop hitting people over small things. It's abusive and it's not okay."
"Oh please. We both know that's a fucked up reason to spank your sister and rub your hardon all over her ass. I'll hit whomever I damn well want." She glanced to the Aloe Vera. "And how did you even know to use this?"
Jason could feel heat rise to his face and wasn't sure if it was because he could feel himself getting angry or because he was embarrassed as fuck that she called him out for perving out. Probably both. Despite the blush that colored his cheeks, his eyes never left hers.
"I researched while you were sleeping. Some people liked to get spanked and they like to post stuff about it online. Apparently there's a deal called 'Aftercare' for the spanked in which the spanker rubs lotion or aloe vera on their ass so it doesn't bruise or hurt so much." He omitted the part about how rock hard he had been while researching. Apparently he was a kinky freak and hadn't known he was into that kind of stuff until his unfortunate little sister brought it out in him.
"Either way, I stand behind what I said. I hope you've learned your lesson and you stop hitting people. Since you refuse to acknowledge anything I'm saying or that you're in the wrong, I'm also standing behind what I said would happen. You're grounded."
Rebecca made a low, disgusted snort that was equal measures disbelief as it was shock.
"Ground me?! You can't ground me! We're both eighteen. I'm a fucking adult."
"I'm the man of the house. You heard dad. I'm the more responsible one so I call the shots. As long as you're in this house until they get back you're not allowed to go out anywhere with your friends. We'll be going to school and then going right home after until they get back. I'll let them decide how to deal with this when they get back."
"Did you miss the part where I said you can't ground me? I'll go out if I damn well want to."
There was a dark, edgy gleam to Rebecca's eyes that let Jason know she meant what she said. He sighed loudly and rubbed at his face in frustration. "Nope. You're staying right here. Now put that shit on your ass and then come downstairs, I made dinner."
Rebecca scoffed and whirled around. She stormed over to her closet and yanked it open to snatch a jacket and her purse. "Fuck that I'm going out."
Jason watched as she yanked on an olive green jacket over the white tank top that she had worn to school that day. The snug denim of her shorts had ridden up her thighs a bit, exposing the faintest stretch of pale flesh. It wasn't all that revealing of an outfit considering how horribly hot it was even if it was nearing the evening, but something in Jason bristled at the idea of her going out looking like that. The idea of anyone else looking at her like he was looking at her. . .
That's your fucking twin sister. Stop being gross, he mentally chided himself.
