Joan's POV
When I saw who my future stepbrother was, I felt like the ground had been pulled out from under me. It was the boy I had rejected at the school dance. The boy I had hurt so badly. The boy I had never expected to see again.I stood there, frozen in place, unable to move or speak. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I had no idea how to react. All I knew was that I felt incredibly uncomfortable and I wanted to be anywhere but here.But I knew I had to stay and face the music. Even though I felt like my world was crashing down around me, I knew I had to keep it together. My mother was so happy about this wedding, and I didn't want to ruin it for her. So I took a deep breath and tried to put on a brave face.As I looked at Fredrick, I could see the shock and confusion in his eyes. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I had caused him pain in the past. But I also felt a surge of anger, knowing that he had put me in this position in the first place. In the middle of the dinner, I stepped out to receive some fresh air and to enhance my digestion because I was already having indigestion at the sight of Frederick. As I stood outside, trying to catch my breath, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around and saw Fredrick standing there. My heart started pounding again, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me."What are you doing out here?" he asked, his voice sounding slightly nervous.I swallowed hard, trying to gather my thoughts. "I just needed some air," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper, trying to sound polite."Are you okay?" he asked, taking a step closer to me."Do I seem okay?" I snapped."You should not be okay actually, because you are about to come into the real hell." He replied.Weeks passed and the wedding day came all too soon. The preparations were in full swing, and the venue was bustling with activity. I tried to keep busy, helping with last-minute tasks and trying to stay out of Fredrick's way. But it was impossible to avoid him completely.I saw him from time to time, his face etched with nervousness and stress. I knew he was dreading the wedding as much as I was, for different reasons. But we both had to go through with it, for our parents' sake. The wedding ceremony went off without a hitch. The vows were said, the rings were exchanged, and we were officially step-siblings. I tried to keep a brave face throughout the whole thing, but inside I was a bundle of nerves.As the reception began, I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what was to come. I knew I would have to dance with Fredrick at some point, and I dreaded the thought. But I knew I had to do it for the sake of appearances. The DJ announced the first dance, and Fredrick came over to me, a nervous smile on his face. I forced myself to smile back, trying to keep my cool."Ready?" he asked, offering me his hand.I took a deep breath and nodded. "Let's do this," I tried to sound confident.He led me out onto the dance floor, and we began to sway to the music. I kept my eyes focused on his shoulder, trying not to meet his gaze. But I could feel his eyes on me, and I knew he was just as uncomfortable as I was.After the wedding, my mother and I moved into my stepfather's place. Fredrick gave me a cold welcome and I could feel the tension in the air as we all entered the house. My mother was beaming, thrilled to be starting a new chapter in her life. But Fredrick and I were both tense, our bodies stiff and our eyes avoiding each other.We went through the motions of settling in, but the atmosphere was strained. I tried to keep my distance from Fredrick, but it was impossible in such a small house. Every time we crossed paths, I could feel the tension radiating off of him.I was finally done unpacking and I retreated into my room to rest. I jolted awake as I heard a noise in my room. I sat up in bed, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Then I saw him - Fredrick - standing in the doorway. My eyes widened in alarm, and I tried to scramble away from him."What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice shaking. "Get out of my room!"He held up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not going to hurt you," he replied, his voice soft and pleading.I crossed my arms, my body tensed in anger. "That's not the point. You have no right to be in my room, let alone try to talk to me like this. We're not friends, we're not even acquaintances. We're just step-siblings, and that's all we'll ever be."He hung his head, a look of shame crossing his face. "I know," he said. "But I just wanted to try and make things right between us.I shook my head, my patience growing thin. "There's no way to 'make things right' between us. You can't just waltz into my life and expect everything to be okay. You treated me horribly in the past, and that's not something I can just forget about."He looked at me, his eyes pleading. "I know I was wrong, I just want to make things better. Can't we at least try to get along?"I sighed, feeling exhausted. "I'm not saying we can't be civil to each other."He moved closer to me and rushed me in a hug."What...." I tried to pull away but his grip was strong on me."Can't we at least hug ourselves? Or are we not allowed to?" He asked.I immediately pulled away, "I never permitted you to hug me." I reminded him."You are too pretty not to be hugged." He remarked.I instantly felt butterflies in my belly, it was the first time a guy was calling me pretty and it felt really good."Well.... I'm flattered." I shyly muttered."I can make you more flattered, I can also make you scream my name." He boasted as he went back to lock the door of my room. "Our parents are fast asleep, you shouldn't worry about them. I want to make you feel like a woman." He added.And we had a heated romance, it was the first time for me.Joan's POVI sat down at the table, my eyes focused on my plate. I could feel Fredrick's eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I heard him clear his throat, and I knew he was about to say something. I braced myself, hoping it would be something neutral and not too personal."How are you feeling about school?" he asked, his voice sounding hesitant.I took a deep breath and forced myself to answer. "I'm fine," I said, my tone clipped.Our parents looked up from their breakfast, their eyes wide with surprise. "Wait, what?" my mother asked, her voice filled with confusion. "You two go to the same school?"I felt my cheeks flush, and I knew I was starting to turn red. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper."But how did that happen?" my stepfather asked, his brow furrowed. "Did you know about this?" he asked, turning to Fredrick."Yeah, we're in the same class," Fredrick responded, his voice still hesitant. "We didn't talk much at first, but we've been getting to know each
~Joan’s pov~He walked closer to me, still holding a malicious grin, my heart quickened with every step forward, as I stepped backwards, trying to avoid whatever was bound to happen at the moment, “ I saw you two, I heard how beautiful you moaned when he was inside you, I bet you would want to taste mine too, I gave it to him, and believe me, it’s as good even better ” I couldn’t believe the scene before me, it wasn’t real, it shouldn’t be, but with every passing second it became my new reality.“Come on now, don’t act all innocent, I am not your first” he closed the gap between us, his hands wrapped around my waist then he pinned me to his body so I felt how hard he was, he held my chin, then leaned closer to me in a kiss, I shifted my head immediately, but he succeeded in kissing my neck.I jittered to the horrors of it, my stepfather was in my room, trying to sleep with me, he pulled my chin back and immediately kissed me, his hands squeezed my behind his mouth reeked of liquor and
~Joan’s pov~It was already dark, the night was the longest. Now I couldn’t get my mind off what had happened earlier. I felt claustrophobic and confused. The sound of my door opening pulled my attention to the door, and a body standing there, at first I had thought it was Fredrick till I noticed that statue.It was Jones, he was back again I yelped from the bed; holding the sheets above my chest, checking my side clock, it was three in the morning, why was he here so early?“Don’t shout, don’t you think it’s too early to be loud” he climbed on the bed, I hurried back to the end of the bed, protecting myself from what was sure to come, “bet your taste as sweet as the chocolate Fred gave you today” crawling on the bed, my heart skipped, he moved close to me, then yanked the sheets off my body.His lips met mine as he engulfed my little squirk with his hands, he reached out for my thighs through my nightwear, a loose gown which gave him easy access to my panties.He came prepared in a ro
Fredricks povShe had the guts to jam the door on me, and now she walked around with her friend being all lovey-dovey, she belonged to me, and me alone, all through the day I watched her, how comfortable she was or pretended to be, she barely looked at me either, there was something different with her today, whatever must have gone through her mind needed to end before night time, I can’t help myself.“Hey, big man, I see the way you are looking at the girl, you like her,” Victor said, pointing at Joan, she was talking with her friends again and this new guy who seemed to be lurking all over her.“Who’s the new guy”“Oh, that’s Christain from science he’s some kind of geek, you don’t need to worry about him” his reply didn’t make my feelings any easier, I wanted him out of her life that Instant, I saw the way he made her laugh, and how he looked at her.what if he tried to talk to her, or maybe the reason why she acted so cold to me this morning?It was definitely because of him, and I
Fredricks pov“I will punish you instead.""Why would you punish me? '' she asked, standing on her feet. I could see how pissed she was, but I needed to teach her some lessons and some discipline to teach her never to disrespect me again.Pulling her up, I kissed her gently; the pillowy feel of her lips on mine drew lust. I didn’t know how starved I was till I kissed her again; she was hard to resist, but my will to punish her was even more dear. In a swift move, I turned her, her face on my bed and her skirt exposing her backside.I spanked her hard, then her cheek flushed at the impact of my palm against her bum. "That's for yelling at me when you could have gotten it for free." I spanked her even harder, this time directly on her cheek.“That’s for being so stupid, for you to think you can come here and have me whenever you want because you feel I can get down on you whenever you want me.”I spanked her this last time; her voice echoed in my room, but I didn't stop there. The satis
Joan’s povHe left me there, like some kind of slave he could toy with. I came here to get my mind off of being traumatized by the father, and his son tied me. I hated my life that instant. How stupid could I have been? It’s just been days, and I was down the drain like sometrash that can be tossed around.Tears flooded my eyes even when I wanted to hold it down so much, but it still didn’t stop. It just can't stop because I can feel how stupid I am each time. It’s the end of it for me—totally the end for me—if I'm going to tell mom that her so-called beloved husband laid his filthy hands on me.The same man couldn't stop talking endlessly about how nice he was to me and how he gave me money to get drugs, not knowing he gave me money for contraception after he came like a dog inside me.Damn him, damn all of them.Cleaning my tears on the sheets, I hear footsteps hitting the stairs. Mom and that jerk of a stepfather weren't back, which meant it was... My heart skipped at the thought
Joan’s pov "Joan, why aren’t you listening?" Miss Parker banged on her desk, which successfully pulled me out of delima. It was philosophy class, one of the most boring, but one day my thoughts weren’t ranging above my thighs.I wiggled my waist slowly on the chair; everything around me seemed like a viable material for pleasure; all my thoughts were of pleasure; it was like I was placed in a fire that slowly burned me as the day passed by.No matter how hard I tried to turn my attention to something on the board, I seemed to think otherwise. I patiently waited for lunch time; maybe I could free myself from the bondage Fredrick placed me in. What was he thinking about placing me under such pressure?I passed a glance at him; he was ticking his pen, damn it.“Joan, stand up and repeat what I have just said, '' Miss Park said. I stood in hopes that I might utter something related to what she had been saying for over an hour, but my brain went entirely dumb.“Ma, I am sorry; I wasn’t
Fredrick’s pov“Why are you in my school? You didn’t inform me you would be coming,” I asked Sophia, but she remained mute as she drove; she had a latent smile on her face, which conveyed trouble. She was pissed but tried hiding it behind a smile."Talk to me; why come pick me up? You created a scene; now everyone is talking."“You never had a problem with that, so why today? Besides, I just came to take you gaming; I was bored and I needed someone to talk to, so I came to pick you up. Is that bad?”It has been this way for a long time. Sophia was too rich to be among us; she was way richer than my dad in person, and at first, it was the best thing to date the richest and hottest girl in the state. It came with its peaks and its odds; she was always right to do whatever; I never argued her decision; she was free to do as she pleases; and I had no say whatsoever.She was loving, caring, and more compassionate than I expected from someone who had access to other bedmates; she wasn’t ent