"What on earth is wrong with you!?" Angela shouted furiously at Jason as he pushed her onto the bed and stood above her.
In her eyes, a lingering fear revealed just how scared she was of what Jason might do next.
Had he always been like this? Was he just pretending all along...?
She glanced back at the door behind Jason and realized it was locked, which made her even more frightened, thinking he might actually harm her. The idea that her own stepbrother would assault her seemed absurd, yet the situation unfolding felt like exactly that.
Jason noticed her fear, turned around, walked over to a chair, and sat down before looking back at her. Quickly, she got off the bed and moved toward the glass wall, trying to cover herself. When Jason had pushed her earlier, the straps of her clothing had loosened, and her black, revealing bra was exposed, barely containing her ample chest.
He sighed and spoke calmly:
"I'm not going to rape you, Angela. I'm not a rapist, no matter how crazy I might seem."
At first, she looked at him with suspicion, but soon relaxed, as she also believed her stepbrother wouldn't do such a thing.
Still, she had many other questions and wasn't patient enough to let them go unanswered.
Trying to steady herself, she asked:
"How do you know the person with the online username @HalfAwakedick, and why are you even allowed to represent him? And is this where you were when you told Mom you wouldn't be coming home?"
Jason smirked casually and pushed his hair away from his face.
"One question at a time, Ang. First, yes, I'm the person. Second, yes."
Angela's eyes grew wide with surprise. So Jason was the one who had spent that huge amount on her live stream and even booked the most expensive suite at the top five-star hotel downtown. This made her wonder how he had gotten that kind of money.
Not to be rude, but Jason was the very definition of struggling and broke after graduating from a prestigious university. His major was practically useless in today's job market, making it nearly impossible to find a well-paying position. Considering all that, how could he possibly have half a hundred thousand dollars, or even more, and spend it so easily in just one night?
Of course, she had earned more than that, but it was over time, not all at once. Her biggest spender on live streams had given her over $200,000, but that person had been supporting her for seven years, never missing a day to send gifts during her broadcasts. Thanks to that, she was financially comfortable as an online influencer. If she added up all her earnings over time, she was already a millionaire.
Her gaze returned to Jason, and with a curious tone, she asked, "How did you get so much money? Have you been involved in illegal activities — like selling hard drugs or joining a cartel? Did they send you to bring me in?"
Jason thought to himself, 'Ugh, what on earth is she saying?' before replying in as gentle a tone as he could manage.
"NO! I'm not involved in any shady work. I only did crypto and forex trading, hit the jackpot, and that's why I decided to sponsor my sister and even invited her to a hotel."
She frowned.
"You're telling the truth, right?"
Jason frowned back.
"Of course! Anyway, do you know the real reason I supported you and called only you here?"
'Obviously, because I can't have sex with you at home, nor can I let Catherine find out. Doing it at home... she might catch on.'
Angela shook her head in denial.
"I don't know. What do you want? A thank you? Or something else?"
At that, Jason couldn't help but grin broadly as he stood up from the bed and walked toward her slowly. She pressed herself against the glass wall, watching him approach. When she looked down, she noticed a bulge under his robe and swallowed nervously.
Since she was 5'4", she had to look up to meet his gaze, which seemed to consume her entirely. What kind of thank you was he expecting, or was it something else?
He stopped in front of her and slammed his hand against the glass wall behind her, making her tremble.Then he moved closer until their faces were almost touching.
In a low whisper, as he looked away toward the city below, he said:
"Yes. I want a thank you. A very passionate one that would make me... cum. Yes."
Angela trembled at his words. Her eyes wavered as she tried to look at him, attempting to convince herself that she had misheard; that he couldn't have said such a thing. It was impossible. There was no way that little, unremarkable, and innocent Jason would ever say something like that.
Except that only Jason knew this wasn't the same person as before.
"...Did you really say that?" she asked in a quivering voice.
"Absolutely, I did," Jason replied arrogantly, his gaze dropping to her chest.
Anger flushed her face, and she raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrists and forced her to kneel before him. She was shocked and dismayed, unable to believe what was happening.
Jason fixed his eyes on the city below, ignoring her as she knelt, staring wide-eyed at the bulge in his robe. Her hands dropped to her sides, and her heart pounded in her chest.
"Come on, have you honestly forgotten that you promised to do anything, and I mean anything? Well, why don't we start with this?"
***
Angela remained kneeling beneath him several minutes later, unresponsive to his words and seemingly lost in her own thoughts, unable to fully comprehend that her younger stepbrother was requesting an intimate encounter with her. Had someone suggested such a notion to her previously, she would have reacted with intense anger, perhaps even contemplating violence toward anyone who dared to perceive Jason in such a manner, as if he were a character in those explicit films depicting step-sibling relationships.
Although she had viewed similar content during her leisure time, she had never imagined finding herself in such a situation. While it was entertaining to watch, the prospect of experiencing it firsthand was entirely different.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, Jason exposed his already erect penis and pressed it against her face. Angela recoiled in shock, staring at its size before realizing that he was indeed serious about his earlier proposition.
"Are you truly going to disappoint your followers by failing to uphold your promise? How would they perceive you? Humans are inherently hypocritical, and even when a promise seems unrelated to them or taboo, they will still judge you harshly for not complying. I am certain neither you nor I want that, Angela. So, just stroke it and suck," he urged.
She lifted her gaze, her mouth opening slightly before closing again, unable to articulate a response.
Her expression darkened, and after a prolonged moment of contemplation, she slowly raised her hand and grasped Jason's large, erect penis. She began stroking it, initially slowly before increasing the pace.
She focused intently on the task, deliberately avoiding his eyes, while her fingers tightened slightly with each movement along his shaft.
Jason stood above her calmly, shifting his hips forward slightly to meet her motions. He observed her closely, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder to offer encouragement without exerting pressure.
"That's it, Angela, just like that," Jason said softly, his voice conveying a blend of encouragement and desire that caused a discomforting sensation in her stomach.
She swallowed audibly and proceeded with the motion, smoothly gliding her palm over the sensitive skin from base to tip without interruption.
Her hesitation was evident in the way her free hand clenched into a fist at her side, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to resist the impulse to withdraw.
Jason emitted a low groan, relishing the sensation of her delicate, soft hands caressing him with the skill of an experienced performer.
"You feel so good doing this for me," he remarked, attempting to engage her further through his words.
Angela's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, yet she persisted. Her movements maintained a steady rhythm that gradually intensified his arousal. She briefly glanced upward, meeting his gaze for a moment before returning her attention to his engorged member in her hand.
"I don't know what has come over me to make me do these things," she murmured quietly, frustration betraying her internal conflict.
Jason tilted his head slightly, his expression softening as he responded.
"Because we're family, and this brings us closer in ways you may not yet acknowledge," he said.
"...Family? That is precisely why we should not be doing this."
Her hand accelerated marginally, increasing the friction as she gently twisted her wrist at the apex of each stroke to enhance the sensation.
At last, Jason tensed completely. His member pulsed within her grasp as he climaxed with a deep moan, warm ejaculations landing upon her face and the floor beneath.
Angela gradually slowed her movements, extracting the final remnants before releasing him.
With a contorted expression, she declared, "I believe we are finished here, and do not ever speak to me ag—"
He grasped her chin firmly, drawing her nearer to him with a broad, confident smile. Their eyes locked, and his gaze was imbued with desire.
"Excuse me, who indicated that we had concluded? You have yet to perform oral stimulation and position your ass accordingly."