“WHAT?”
“Dude, stop screaming into your mic. You’re going to deafen me.”
“You just told me that your stepbrother, the guy you hate more than anyone else in the world, and who hates you too, jerked you off. DUDE!”
“Ow!”
“Sorry not sorry. How the fuck did that even happen?”
“I don’t even know. We’d just moved in, and he took the van overnight, and I couldn’t go to the store and had to order pizza.”
“Okaaaaay.”
“And he came home the next day, and I got mad that he wouldn’t give me the keys, and I punched him.”
“Youpunchedhim?”
“I was pissed off. And it was only in the back.”
“Wow. Okay, keep going.”
“He didn’t like that, and he pinned me against the wall.”
“And,” he prompted when I paused.
“And then he started saying all sorts of stuff and… rubbing up on me.”
“Like what kind of stuff?”
My cheeks heated, my entire body flushing hot as I replayed the scene in my head. “Dirty things.”
“Dirty things?”
“Yeah. About how I wanted it, how I was a… just dirty shit I never thought I’d be into.”
“Did he force you?” Dec asked, his voice suddenly serious.
“No.” I scrubbed a hand over my face and leaned back against my pillow. “He told me to tell him to stop.”
“And you didn’t?”
“It felt good. I mean, the last time someone touched me was months ago.”
“Gavin the entitled jerk?”
“Yeah. And it’s not like he ever really did anything for me. I got him off, and he’d kind of poke at my dick, rub it like he was petting it, then stop before I could even come.”
“Yeah, you told me about that. He’s a dick. I’m glad you cut things off before you let him fuck you.”
“Youjusttold me to go find some rando to fuck me.”
“Yeah, a rando, not some entitled rich boy who treated you like shit. But back to your stepbro. So you let him?”
“I did.” I covered my eyes with my hands, humiliation washing over me.
“Was it… good?”
“Too good,” I whispered.