Jason's POV

After catching Aria, Nathan, and Sebastian making a sex tape, I was disgusted. However, I didn’t tell our parents after they promised to delete the video and never have sex again. Aria and I started spending more time together. I was home most of the time, watching them, wanting to prevent them from having sex again.

One evening, Aria sneaked into my room while I was watching a movie. She wanted to join me, and I had no problem with that. She offered to make us popcorn while I continued watching the movie. I was shocked to see her enter my bedroom again, completely naked. I rushed to her with a blanket trying to cover her, but she got on top of me and started kissing me. I won’t lie—she turned me on, and I felt disgusted with both her and myself.

My arousal was immediate, and I felt ashamed. My inner voice told me to keep pushing her away, but my dick was not cooperating. When I started getting weak she pulled down my pajama pants and started giving me head, she sucked my dick with such intensity that she seemed like she was crazy. She was skilled, and despite my self-loathing, I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I climaxed, and she swallowed my cum. At that moment, I knew I wanted to fuck her, I wasn't thinking straight, I pushed back the fact that she was my step-sister to the back of my mind. I guess that's what by brothers also did.

Afterwards, as I expelled my pent-up frustration, I knew that I couldn’t let her get away with what she had done. She knew it was wrong but she seduced me anyway. It was time for her to face the consequences of her actions.

I told her to get dressed and took her to my secret sex mansion, a place only a select few had ever seen. It was a place I spend most of the time at, throwing parties and having wild sex without being judged. It was a BDSM paradise filled with every imaginable toy and contraption. I felt the need to punish her, to show her that she couldn’t do whatever she pleased without facing consequences.

As I strapped her down to the bed and unleashed my inner dominator, I could see both fear and arousal in her eyes. She cried and screamed as I pushed her boundaries and forced her to submit to my every whim. But deep down, I sensed that she was enjoying it, reveling in the pleasure and pain I inflicted upon her.

As the night wore on and I continued to ravage her body, I found myself strangely drawn to her. Despite the anger and shame that lingered in the back of my mind, I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt for her. She was like a forbidden fruit—tantalizing and irresistible in her vulnerability.

At last, I made her use a dildo on herself, a punishment that pushed her to the edge of ecstasy. She writhed and moaned in pleasure, her body trembling with desire. I could see she enjoyed herself when she started touching herself and moaning until she she came. In that moment, I realized I was in love with her, in a twisted and destructive way that I never thought possible. She was beautiful even in that state. Her nipples were pointing at me, I wanted to suck them but the angry look in her eyes told me that she hated my guts.

I could see how tired she was, she had reached her limit. I felt bad for her but pretended I wasn’t. I picked her up, took her to the shower, washed her body and took her to bed. As the sun began to rise and the night faded into morning, I held her in my arms, spent and satisfied, yet Aria looked broken and scared. My heart ached for her. Despite the guilt and shame that loomed over me, I knew I couldn’t resist her any longer.

I knew I had to apologize to her; I couldn’t lose her. I could see the hatred in her eyes, and it scared me. Before I could even apologize, she told me how much she loved Sebastian and how she had seduced me so I would let her be with him. I didn’t know how to react to what she said. I had already fallen into her trap, but I had no regrets. I just wondered how our parents would react when they found out. I was shocked when I did.
I pretended to be okay with her confession, but how was I going to compete with my brother for her heart? Then she told me she would love to be with the three of us. I was relieved that I still had a chance. “May the best man win,” I said to myself.

I apologized, even though she said she would try to be okay with my dark side; she still didn’t want to go home with me. She said she needed time to be alone and clear her head. I could see in her eyes that she was still afraid. I felt so guilty for punishing her like that. Now it has been a week since she left. Nathan and Sebastian kept asking why she left, but I couldn’t tell them. I didn’t know if she would be okay with them knowing about what happened between us. At least she should tell them herself if she wants to.

I was also starting to get worried about her until my phone rang, and it was her. She wanted to have sex one last time before she told the guys about us. But she wanted to lead. I wondered what she was planning. I took my car keys and told the guys that I was going to pick her up.

I didn’t want them to know what she said on the phone. I was still ashamed because I had judged them for having sex with her. If possible, I didn’t want Aria to tell them what happened between us, but I knew it was going to happen very soon. I didn’t know how I was going to face them. But I was still excited about spending time alone with her .If it were up to me, Nathan and Sebastian wouldn’t touch her again.

As I made my way to Aria, a whirlwind of emotions swirled inside me. I couldn’t shake off her words when she said, “Let’s fuck one last time, but this time I will lead.” They had caught me off guard, but I couldn’t deny the rush of excitement that surged through me at the thought of being intimate with her again. Yes, I ignored the fact that she wanted to be alone with me one last time before being with the three of us. It had been a week since I had seen her, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was her way of forgiving me for what I had done to her.

As I reached the beach house, my heart raced with anticipation. For some weird reason, I was scared. I stayed in my car for a while before getting out and heading to the door. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves before ringing the doorbell.

But it wasn’t her who opened the door.

Standing at the entrance, I felt completely frozen. It was at that moment that I realized I hadn’t been forgiven for what I did.