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Ronan

I’m not handling this well.

How the fuck did I get myself into a situation where I’m jealous of myself? Me, but also not me, so I’m not crazy for feeling this... right?

Who am I kidding? The crazy train left the station when I realized I wanted to fuck my step-sister, and now it’s too far gone to come back.

I don’t just want to fuck her anymore, I want to own her. I want her to scream my name, not some dumbass moniker I picked in hopes it would get her attention.

All of it, from the start of that dumb TikTok account, was for her attention and hers alone. Every comment I left was to boost that account for her, and now that I have this much of her attention I need more .

My leg is shaking as the FaceTime sounds chimes on, my impatience taking over until the call connects and her beautiful face is on the screen.

It takes everything not to picture the way she looks when she comes, but I manage to force it down and give her a smile she can’t see. It’s covered by a black bandana this time to match my blacked-out contacts, and I can tell she wants to see more of me.

If only I could.

“Hey, pretty girl. How’s your day going?”

She looks confused as she shrugs. “Not bad for a Sunday, I guess. How about yours?”

Horrible. I missed you all day after years of not allowing myself to, so basically... I’m thoroughly fucked . That’s how I’m doing.

“Same. Did that bag of candy survive the night for you? Mine didn’t.”

“No way. I thought I’d go right to sleep, but I ended up ordering food with that gift card, swallowing the Reese’s whole and passing out on my couch.”

Beautiful. Exactly what I imagined she’d do when I put the box together in the first place. “I know, I was watching through your window. ”

The joke slips out, but I find myself curious as to how she will respond.

A nervous laugh escapes her as she flicks her eyes to the right. “If that’s true, I might have to punch you in the face.”

“Why’s that?”

She can’t see the smirk I’m donning, but watching her squirm under just my gaze is enough.

“Because I still don’t know your name, what color your eyes are, or what if feels like to fall asleep in your arms after you fuck me in all three holes.

You weren’t wrong last night, I did feel exposed.

It would be pretty rude of you to come all the way here and not deliver the most important part of aftercare. ”

Shots fired and I deserve every single one. It’s only been twice, but how long can I do this to her before she demands more? She’ll have every right to.

“That’s fair, Atley.” I know she can see how tense that made me, so I push on in the only way I can help. “I would if I could, but I know you’ll run for the hills if you ever see my face.”

Her eyebrows furrow. “That’s a pretty rude assumption. Not all humans are that shallow, okay? I don’t care what you look like, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

That’s not what I meant, but I can’t admit that. Instead I’ll have to use those manipulative tactics that have gotten me this far in life. Yeah, she’d hate me if she knew the whole truth.

“I guess it has more to do with how I feel about myself than how you might feel about my looks. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

It works, she softens. “I know this is complicated. I’ll take whatever pieces of you you’re willing to give, okay? I won’t push.”

Nodding, I try and think of things I can tell her without giving too much away, and I realize there are more than I thought. I can’t share my name, face or family information, but I can share me. Atley doesn’t know that much about me these days, so this is her chance to learn. Sort of.

“My eyes are blue,” I share. It’s more than I should, but that color is common enough, and they’re such a dark shade of blue most people in real life think they’re black unless they see them under a light.

“You know my favorite candy, and um... I’m left handed.

” I write with both perfectly fine, and most people don’t know that about me so I’m sure she remembers her step-brother being right handed.

Hopefully. “The motorcycle in my videos isn’t mine.

I have one, but the one I share with the public is actually my neighbor’s.

He works nights so I feed and let his dog out as a payment to borrow his bike for my videos just in case someone recognizes it. Does that make me sound paranoid?”

“A little,” she laughs. “But I don’t blame you. People are weirdos, you know? Especially horny ones.”

She’s laughing now so I must be on the right track.

I almost wish she could see me smiling too.

“Horny people definitely get pretty bold. I had this one lady in my DM’s begging me to get her pregnant.

She’s never even seen my face, and yet she said she’d pay for it and after I ignored her for a month she left a message that she’d break in and take it.

Good thing she didn’t know how to find me, huh? ”

“Jesus,” she hisses. “What the fuck is wrong with people? I mean, I can’t say I haven’t thought some fucked up things, but I was too embarrassed to even comment on most of your videos let alone DM you sexual assault threats. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It comes with the territory, imagine how women feel in the sex industry. I’m sure I have it easy compared to them. Don’t be embarrassed though, I want to hear those fucked up thoughts.”

Her cheeks heat up. “They’re just the usual thoughts, I think. I’m not as creative as my comment suggests.”

“I beg to differ. You got real creative with that toy yesterday.”

“That’s different. I just did what I thought would feel good, and what I thought would turn you on. I guess I was right,” she smirks. “What about you? Any fantasies other than breeding people in the nighttime?”

“Breeding you in the nighttime, you mean. My dick knows what it wants and it’s you, Atley.” I grin as she squirms and bites her lip, then give her a little more of me. “A fantasy I’ve had for a while though is a glory hole.”

Atley’s eyes dance with curiosity. “A glory hole? Do you want that with me specifically too?”

“I want to do everything I can with you,” I admit. “Glory hole included. Have you ever?”

“I’ve seen a couple, but no. I can’t say I have.” She licks her lips. “Have you? Like is this a fantasy you’re looking to repeat or a brand new one? ”

Something tells me she’d be jealous if I had, but luckily I don’t have to lie here. “It’s an old fantasy, but no, I’ve never done it. Would you try it for me?”

“Yes.”

The word is out practically before I finish asking, and my breath catches in my throat. She just agreed to meet a stranger for actual anonymous sex. A stranger!

No. Not a stranger... me. Yes, she doesn’t know that, but it’s still me. I really need to keep my cool before she goes to someone else for these things and then I have to commit murder. Get a fucking grip, Ronan.

“Yeah?” I clear my throat and try again, this time sounding less like a simp. “Yeah? Just for me?”

“If it’s the only way I can feel you, then yes.” She sounds so certain, it makes my chest tighten. “When? Where?”

Now.

“When are you available?”

She makes a show of checking her smart watch. “Today, all this week after work, next weekend... I don’t have much of a social life outside of my roommate, her boyfriend and my step-brother.”

Me either, but I can’t say that. “How about tonight? I can send you the address for the one I’ve heard of, but I need to go scope it out first.”

And sanitize the hell out of it, but that goes without saying.

“Will you tell me your first name? Or at least something I can call you that isn’t Nightbreed?”

I want to tell her my name more than anything, because that is what I want to hear her moan.

But my name isn’t as common as most, and something tells me it would give it all away even if it was.

“Would you be opposed to an honorific? I know I haven’t earned that yet, but I’d like us to get there one day. ”

The disappointment in her eyes flickers and vanishes quickly. “Of course. What do you prefer?”

“Would you bite my dick off at the glory hole if I asked you to call me daddy?” I chuckle. “I’ve never been called it before, but I think every guy wants to hear it at least once in their life.”

And seeing as you can’t call me ‘big brother’ like I’d prefer, this is my only way to keep it in the family.

Man, she has me fucked up.

“I’ve never called anyone that either, but you’ve taken better care of me over the phone than anyone has in real life. If I know anyone who would deserve it right now, it’s you.”

Damn, she’s actually going to do it. “You really want to be good for me, huh? I don’t think I can wait for tonight.”

“A little patience goes a long way, Daddy.” She eyes me with mischief, like that didn’t just stop my heart and restart it again. “I want to shower first and I should probably eat.”

“You really should. What have you eaten today, baby girl?”

My voice is a little deeper now, and it isn’t just for the role I’m playing. Hearing that leave her lips has me rock hard way too fast, and I need to breathe.

“I had some scrambled eggs for breakfast and a BLT for lunch, and yes, I’ve been drinking my water.” She looks proud of herself as she shows me something that looks like a 40oz tumbler. “I’ve finished this twice already. Working on number three.”

“That’s my girl. Did you have a feeling I was going to ask?”

She shrugs. “I thought you might, but I’m trying to be better about it anyway.”

“Good. So how many masktok guys are you following, Atley? ”

“Uh...” she balks, looking away. “A few, I guess. A lot.”

Clicking my tongue, I shake my head at her. “Eyes here,” I growl. “You’re mine now.”

Her face snaps forward again, startled but blushing. “You want me to unfollow them?”

“Yes,” I reply quickly, silently reminding myself that I need to play this cool. “I’m all you need, right?”

Exhaling hard, she nods. “You’re right. I will.”

“Thank you, beautiful. Did you watch my latest video?”

She shakes her head, but the video feed disappears as she goes to watch it. When she comes back, her smile is almost blinding. “‘Did she win or did I?’” she quotes the caption back to me. “I definitely did.”

So fucking beautiful.

“I’m glad you feel that way, but I think I did. We’ll see how you feel after my cock is in your throat though.”

The phone clatters to the bed, giving me a view of her ceiling until she picks it back up with a sheepish expression. “Right. Um... if we’re gonna be meeting up, we should probably talk about some things first. ”

Her tone makes me just a little nervous, but I play it off. “Are you going to tell me your fantasy now?”

She huffs, but it fades into a soft smile. “You’re gonna think I’m sick or something if I tell you, and I’m trying to make a good impression over here.”

“Good impression? Baby girl, you’ve already made the best one possible. And how is yours any worse than me sticking my favorite body part in a grungy hole for some action? Eyes here... spill.”

“Shit.” Atley exhales hard, struggling to keep eye contact. “The only real fantasy I’ve ever had is CNC. Like obviously I don’t want some stranger hurting me, but yeah. Sometimes I think the whole powerless thing could be fun as long as deep down, I knew I was safe.”

Fuck me.

That’s another one I’ve had for a long time, but I never thought I’d be able to do it. I want it so bad I’m rock hard just at the thought, but I take a deep breath and nod. “If that’s sick then call me a doctor, baby. I’d love to fulfill that fantasy for you.”

And me.

Her cheeks heat up as she looks to her right like someone might overhear her, but Emma isn’t there.

She’s currently screaming at Orion on our shared front porch.

“Baby steps. Let’s try yours first,” she says softly.

“We also need to talk about other things, like protection. I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you probably don’t use it? ”

“Of course I do,” I say with a huff. “I don’t want to, but I have to. Is not wearing a rubber an option here?”

Please say yes. I’ve specifically never done it raw because none of those bitches were her, they never came close.

She hesitates. “I don’t know. I have an IUD so pregnancy isn’t an issue, but I’ve never... done it without one before. Pregnancy isn’t the only thing to worry about.”

So she hasn’t either. It’s like we were both waiting for something we didn’t realize, but the second the thought crosses my mind, reality slaps me in the face. She isn’t having this conversation with me, she’s having it with Nightbreed.

“Like I’ve said, I’ve never gone raw so I’m clear.”

Clear-ly losing my mind because I’m jealous of myself and I want nothing more than to rip that IUD out and truly breed her. Fuck .

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Huh?

Oh fuck, she can see my eyes. With contacts, but still. I’m not wearing a full mask so my emotions aren’t as hidden as I’d like them to be.

“You didn’t. I’m proud of you for being safe,” I rush out honestly, then give her a little more of the truth. “I just... really want to fuck you raw now.”

Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as she chews it. “Screw it. Okay.”

Good girl.

Bad girl.

Both feel accurate, but I really need to get over myself. Literally.

I want this — no, need this — and I finally have a chance to touch her without any barriers. Aside from my mask, at least.

“Yeah? Goddamn, pretty girl. I really did win here.”

The pleased, shy smile that spreads across her face puts me at ease. “Let me shower, but text me the address, time, and any additional instructions you have for me.”

Perfect. “You got it. I’ll clean up the stalls for us as much as I can and be inside waiting. No backing out, Atley. I get you for real tonight.”

She blows me a kiss and tells me she’ll be there, then hangs up.