#sweeterthanthis

You hurry to your spot on the bleachers, hushed whispers echoing long after you sit down. Even Katie, who’s ‘dating’ your stepbrother Steve— if you can even call being fuck buddies a relationship— avoids eye contact with you when you try to talk to her. You don’t know what you could’ve done to upset her because she was fine with you at lunch, even partnered up with you last period, but you attempt to shrug it off as you pull your phone from the bag at your feet.

There are dozens of texts and missed calls from your boyfriend Bucky, but you don’t get the opportunity to check anything when the door leading to the locker room opens with a loud crash and the room falls silent. You look up, perplexed as Bucky storms over, face red and filled with ire.

“Buck, baby, what’s w-” You stand up hurriedly as he approaches you, but he slaps your hand away when you reach out to touch his arm. 

“Don’t baby me. I can’t believe you’ve got the nerve to show up here after what you’ve done,” he spits at you, lips curled up into a snarl. “How could you?”

“How could I wh-what?” you stutter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

He’s going to do this here, in front of the entire school?

Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, puffing out a frustrated breath. “Just quit lying alright, I’ve seen the pictures.” He eyes the crowd behind you. “Everyone has seen the pictures.” He actually looks hurt. 

“Pictures? I don’t understand, what pi-”

He’s quick to cut you off. “We’re over.” 

Oh. He is. He did.  

Embarrassment and shame creeps up your neck like a rash, and tears sting hot in your eyes as you stare down your now ex-boyfriend, confused beyond belief. 

You look away, trying to seek out some clarity and a friendly face from Katie, but she quickly averts her gaze. The crowd is eerily quiet now— so quiet you could hear a pin drop. 

Tears flow freely as you reach behind you and grab your bag, giving Bucky one last look in the hopes he’ll soften at the sight of your distress. He doesn’t. 

Don’t let them see you cry. Don’t let them see you cry, you chant to yourself as you run out.

-

Sobs wrack your body as you hear the door slam shut behind you, practically running across the parking lot to your car. Tears blind your vision and a million thoughts fog your mind so much that you don’t catch sight of your stepbrother until you’re almost on top of him. 

Steve is literally the last person on earth you want to see right now. You hurry to school your features, not wanting him to see you so visibly upset, knowing it’ll only give him ammunition to mock you. 

“What do you want? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for the game?” you ask with a little sniff. 

Steve shrugs, ignoring your question. He looks pissed, but then again, he always looks pissed when you’re around. “I always knew you were a little whore, but I never expected you’d go this far for some dick.” 

You’re just as baffled by his comment as you were by Bucky’s, but you’re not in any mood to entertain it. You just want to go home and hide. 

Stepping up to the car door, you attempt to reach for the handle but Steve moves to prevent you from doing so. “Please, just move out of my way.” 

“Why’d you do it?”

“Do what, Steve?” you huff, voice thick.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, taps the screen a few times and finally turns it to face you. 

Your blood runs cold at the image of you in the shower— breasts visibly on show as is the small thatch of curls above your pussy. Soap and bubbles coat your skin as your head is tipped back, washing shampoo from your hair. 

“Dating my best friend is one thing, but to find out my slut of a stepsister has been trying it on with my teammates too?” 

A lump in your throat forms as your stomach starts to tie itself in nauseating knots. “I mean… I don’t… understand.” 

None of this makes any sense to you. 

“What’s there to understand? You made a Tinder profile and started sexting my buddies. You even asked Chris and Tony for a threesome!” 

Screwing up your nose, you try to hide your disgust at the thought of his friends naked. Yuck.

“No!” you protest, shaking your head furiously. “I didn’t! I don’t even have Tinder!” 

Steve brings up the profile in question and it’s unmistakably you. Your age, location, picture and a questionable bio that makes your heart drop. 

Young enough to be flexible, old enough to be experienced ;)  HMU xoxo 

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You drive home in a rage. Who would want to make a fake profile for you? Why would they want to? To split you and Bucky up? You know of a handful of girls who didn’t take the news of you dating Bucky well, and you wouldn’t put it past them to do such a thing. High school girls are lethal but this seems like a step too far. Besides, how would they be able to get hold of such an intimate photo? Especially one you haven’t even taken yourself. Questions fire around in your brain one hundred per second as you try to figure out who’s behind all this.  

Who hates you? Who has access? Who’s cruel enough?

That’s when it hits you. The only person who would ever have this kind of access and would take a finite amount of pleasure in your social destruction, is the one you happen to live in the same house as.

Steve.

-

His bedroom is already a mess when you start ransacking it, desperate to find any evidence to prove that your crazy theories aren’t unfounded. Could it really be Steve who set this whole profile up to sabotage your relationship? Is he really that twisted? 

It worries you more than it doesn’t surprise you. This isn’t the first time he’s tried to get between you and Bucky so it certainly makes sense. He’s never liked the idea of you dating his best friend. Come to think of it, you haven’t been on good terms since your parents got married. 

You’re about to open his nightstand when a rough, familiar voice booms from behind you. “What the fuck are you doing?” 

It makes you jump, but you manage to steady yourself just enough to bite back with, “Where is it, Steve?” 

“Where’s what?”

“The secret camera you use to take pictures of me.” 

He laughs. Like full on belly laughs. Amused that you’ve clearly had a psychotic break. “Are you fuckin’ high?” 

“I’m serious you asshole!” you storm over to him. “Is this what gets you off? Ruining my relationship because your best friend would rather spend time with your sister than you? What kind of sick pervert are you?” 

“Step sister,” he spits like venom as his eyes narrow to slits. “And watch your fuckin’ tone with me,” he warns. 

“If you think I’m going to talk to you respectfully when you’ve been catfishing me to the entire county then you’re more unhinged than I thought,” you hiss and out of pure fury, you push him. 

Steve’s cobalt eyes glare at you before he lunges forward, grabbing you by the throat and shoves you harshly against the wall. “And if you think I won’t have you thrown out of this house and sent back to that piece of shit you call a father, you’re more naive than I thought.” 

“Just wait ‘til I tell my mom what you’ve been doing.” You try to sound intimidating, but your voice comes out as a pathetic squeak.

He shrugs, seemingly unbothered by your threat. “Then I’ll just show her the messages you’ve sent me.”

What?!

Steve shakes his head with a little tut. “Whatever will she think when she finds out her perfect little angel has been pleading with her big brother to spit on her pussy while he fucks her in the ass?” 

You stare back at him, horrified. “You’re disgusting.”

His lips curl up into a cruel smirk. “You don’t know the half of it.”

-

Face down in a pile of Steve’s dirty clothes, the faint smell of his shower gel and the aftershave you hate clings to the material and in turn, sticks to you like syrup. He’s everywhere around you all at once— in the back of your throat as you inhale his scent and deep inside your ass as his balls slap wetly against your cheeks. There’s no escaping his presence, even when you try to disassociate and the sensory overload is enough to push you to the verge of tears yet again.

You can barely see over the laundry, but the view you do have of the mirror to your left is enough to make you wish you were struck blind. 

Steve’s behind you, hands pushing down on your shoulder blades to keep your ass high while he fucks it. The pain has long since fizzled away into a warped buzz of pleasure, and when he gently tugs on your ruined pink panties hanging from your drenched cunt, the lewd combination sends flames of heat right into the depths of your pelvis. 

The angle isn’t outright obscene, but you can see enough to anticipate his thrusts before they jolt your entire body. Tears wet your cheeks as he continues to fuck you, breathlessly shifting between berating and praising you. 

“Fuck, think this might be my new favorite hole,” Steve grits out, voice husky and thick.

He’s already come inside your pussy, plugging it shut with your underwear to keep his sticky-hot load from dripping out. 

“Don’t want any to go to waste,” he had sneered in your ear.

The wetness from your salty tears make the corners of your lips smart, and you blanch as you lick them away, the briny taste of Steve’s dick and your own juices still heavy on your tongue.

You don’t bother to protest— crying has gotten you nowhere so far, but the whimpers that escape you are purely a product of the force in which he drives himself back inside you. It’s clear he thinks you’re trying to beg him to stop, and in frustration he growls, ripping the panties from your cunt with a sharp tug. The sensation sends ripples through your core and you come unexpectedly with a muffled cry. Your body is exhausted from overstimulation, but you still find yourself shaking uncontrollably beneath him as your asshole tightens around his cock like a vice.

“Holy shit,” Steve grunts, laughter thick in his tone as he shoves the soaked cotton of your underwear past your lips. “Remember this moment next time you mouth off at me, little sis. I fuckin’ own you and this pretty little ass.”

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