Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter5

Christmas morning comes quickly, and the whole of the rest of the previous day disappears in a massive haze. I feel like I am stoned, like I am high, and there is only one thing that will bring me down from this high. But Tyler has returned to ignoring me, and I don’t know how to deal with this. My mother relaxes her rules momentarily though, and Isaiah and I are allowed one glass of champagne. Charlie makes a speech about love and family and some other bullshit that I could careless about, and then we sit down to dinner.

After dinner, Isaiah manages to steal another bottle of liquor, whisky this time, and we make our escape to our safe place. The moon is high in the sky, and everything around us is incredibly beautiful in the dark. I want to tell him about what happened with Tyler, but I think better that to burden a child with the sexual problems ofa woman.

I am a woman now, I think. Although getting Tyler to fuck me, to really fuck me would have been much better. At least I know that I pleased him. I hope I pleased him. I try to forget about this mostly unforgettable situation, and throwback neat whisky shots. Soon enough, my brother and I are talking about everything other than this holiday, and laughing at the total fucked up state of our lives. It is easy for us to forget our current situation when we think about the things that we have been through already. We seem to be experiencing everything in abstract though, so it is easy to live past our experiences.

“ So this is where the real party is?” Tyler is standing behind us, so that we try, in vain, to hide the whisky. “Don’t worry, I won’t rat on you …” he says, while he hands Isaiah a bottle of mixer, apple. According to Tyler, this is the best way to drink whisky. Isaiah likes him more immediately after the first sip of the mixed drink.

We talk casually about our new family, and the new bond that we all share. Tyler suggests that we visit him in Silicon Valley soon, so that we can see where he lives and where he works. We agree, although both Isaiah and I know that he is probably just being nice. We polish the bottle, and then start to make our way to our rooms. Hopefully Charlie and my mother have gone to bed, because I can really not pretend to be sober right now. Isaiah gets to his room first, because we use the front door to get into the house. Then we get to my room, and I lookup and down the hallway, and then at Tyler.

He looks at me too, and I know that he wants to come in. I am too drunk to resist him, but I am also too drunk to handle his dick in the back of my throat. I don’t know what to say to him to make him see what I really want. And I certainly am not possessed ofthe skills to seduce him, guiding him away from my mouth and onto my cunt. There is a tension that hangs in the air suddenly, and I just want to get away from Tyler. He seems to have something else on his mind though.

“Go inside, get naked … I’ll be right back …” Tyler whispers, kissing me on my forehead again, making me feel like a child. There is something almost twisted about the way he does this. I find it absolutely intriguing.

I go inside the room and get undressed. The whisky is leaving me quickly now, nerves taking over the parts ofme where drunkenness once lived. I lie on the bed, and then I get under the covers. Then I kick them off me, and try to pose as sexy as I can. I gather myself, and hide my nakedness under the covers again, feeling sick suddenly. I hate this anxiety that I have around Tyler, but it is too late forme to tell him not to come.

When Tyler enters my bedroom he looks like he is going hunting. He has ropes and what looks like a silk scarf in his hands. I think hard for a moment, and my thoughts go to places where I don’t want them to be. I think for a moment that he might be a serial killer, and that he is about to murder me, and get rid of my body. How will he explain my sudden disappearance though?

Tyler is wearing just his shorts, his t-shirt left in his room already. He pulls me to him, pulling me offthe bed roughly. I stand in front of him, nervous now, the look in his eyes saying that I might not like what he is going to do, but he is going to do it anyway. He turns me to face away from him, and he ties my hands behind my back. Then he goes down and ties my feet with the same rope that has my hands bound rather tightly behind my back.