Trapped By The Vows; Go away! Step brother

Chapter One

Claire's POV

"This isn't my condom size, girlie. Do you think I'm this small?" My hands clutched each other as his eyes bored into mine. I was still trying to process what was happening.

Nate, standing in front of me, was something I'd never imagined. I was supposed to meet up with a random stranger and hook up with him. I never expected it to be someone like Nate.

The most popular guy in my school.

This was the closest I had ever stood to him, and oh my God—he was so fucking hot. His dark wavy hair sat right above his neck. I could see his collarbone and a bit of his chest since one of his buttons was left undone. His muscles bulged beneath his shirt like it was about to be ripped off.

My heart raced. My throat went dry. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to run or stay frozen.

I knew what I was getting into already.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, lowering my gaze. His index finger reached for my chin, gently lifting it until our eyes met again.

"My friend told me he had something prepared for me. Something big—and that I’d like it." He whispered. "I’m honestly surprised to see you here, Claire. This is going to be my first time with a plus-sized girl."

His tone made it hard to tell if it was a compliment or a joke. My chest tightened.

Yeah, I weigh 250 pounds. I usually get bullied for being fat and ugly. His friends often joined in, while he just sat back and watched.

I’d never had a boyfriend. I ended up in this situation after making a stupid bet with Cynthia, a very close friend of mine. She planned the whole thing, but still wondering how she got to pull the strings with him.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I had to keep it together. No more running.

"Enough talking. Let’s just get this over with," I said, my nails digging into my palm. "You can just go in raw if you don't want to use a condom." I stated.

"Hmm, hasty? I love it."

He stepped closer to me, my breath hitched but suspended it before he could figure out how tensed I was at this point.

He tossed the condom packet to the other side of the room. His lips met mine, kissing me slowly. Both of his hands cupped my face as I backed up until my back hit the wall.

My breath caught in my chest. His body was warm, steady. I hated how good it felt for just one moment.

Our heads moved side to side as we struggled to breathe between kisses.

I grazed his lower lip with my teeth while he switched to my upper lip. We went on like that for a few seconds.

"Not too bad for a first-timer, huh?" he smirked, locking eyes with me again as we both caught our breath.

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled off his trousers, leaving him in only his boxers. I could see his huge bulge, and for a moment, I was terrified.

"Let’s get this done, just like you wanted." He grabbed my arm and gently tossed me onto the bed.

His hand slowly unhooked my bra, pulling off my round neck top alongside with it revealing my boobs.

Without a second thought, I felt his warm tongue on my left nipple, while he used his other hand to slowly rub the other.

"Ahhhh." I moaned after he bit my nipple. I wasn't really expecting it.

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"Yeah! Cum on my fucking dick, bitch!" he grunted. Sweat dripped down his chest. "I want you to look at me while you cum!" His palm pressed firmly against my belly. His other hand intertwined with mine as he kept thrusting.

"Ah, fuck!"

"Yes! That’s it!" My legs trembled as pressure built up inside me. My breasts bounced with each thrust, and a stream of moans and whispers escaped my half-open mouth.

"You’re so fucking tight—and I love it." I tilted my head back as the electric sensation rushed through my body.

"I’m cumming, for real this time!" I moaned, and just like that, I felt our orgasms collide. His warm release filled me as he slowly collapsed beside me.

I pulled the sheets over my body, trying to hide what was left of my dignity. My eyes stayed on him as he stood from the bed.

"Don’t let a word about this spread at school," he said once he was fully dressed, checking himself in the mirror.

Of course. That shouldn’t be a problem for me.

"I won’t tell a soul," I promised with a heavy sigh. Who would be proud of sleeping with someone like me?

"And take this. My compensation for taking your V-card. I don’t normally do stuff like this with them." He dropped a stack of cash on the cabinet next to the bed.

I froze.

Was that all it meant to him? A fucking transaction?

I squinted in confusion, then rage. My chest tightened as I stared at the cash, like it was a receipt for everything I just gave him. A price tag for my body. For my pain.

I would never take such a disrespect from him.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" My voice cracked. I jumped out of bed, fists clenched around the duvet, holding it like it could keep me from falling apart.

"I don’t need your money," I hissed. But the truth? I needed respect more than anything—and he had just stripped that away.

He slowly tucked his hair behind his ear, revealing a neck tattoo.

"Oh, it's something you don't have to get mad about. You could have rejected it in a calm manner." He shrugged.

I was done having this conversation with him.

"I'm not like those slut you sleep with." I mentioned with so much distaste. I wondered what must be going on in his mind right now.

"Oh, my bad." He pocketed the cash. "I better not hear a word about this outside. You’ll regret it if anything gets out. And besides—this being your first time—you clearly need to get better," he said, walking out slowly.

"Asshole."

He was no different from his friends. I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.

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THE NEXT DAY

I gripped my bag tightly as I walked through the hallway. All eyes were on me, and I had yet to figure out why. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, though. I was used to the stares.

But this felt different. Harsher.

"Isn’t that the girl?" I heard someone whisper as I approached my class.

"Never thought I could cum to a fat girl having sex!" a guy said as he walked past me, bursting into laughter with his friends.

My chest caved in. My world spun.

"What did you just say?"

No response. I was certain my ears hadn’t deceived me.

What the hell was going on?

"Why are you all staring? Haven’t you seen me before? What the hell is your problem now?"

A girl walked up and stretched her phone toward my face.

And then I saw it.

Me. In a video. My heart stopped beating.

Nate had been cropped out, but I was clearly the one in the frame. I could hear his voice asking if it was my first time, and my voice answering "yes"

I grabbed her phone to make sure I wasn’t imagining things.

No. This couldn’t be real.

My sex tape.