Oops, I Banged My Bully's Mom - Chapter 12

“What did you say?” I hissed, looking down at Jenna.

I had never really considered Jenna seeing as she was my stepsister. That said, my stepdad already acted like I was a perve who was trying to fuck his daughter. If she was willing to, did I have a reason to resist?

“Use protection Jason…” she muttered, half asleep.

Wait, who the fuck is Jason?

My common sense finally overcame my horniness, and I remembered just what kind of situation I was in. My stepsister was drunk, and she wasn’t even aware of what room she was in, let alone who she was lying with. Chances are, if she knew she was snuggled against me, she would make that same disgusted look she always did when I was involved. Just thinking about it pissed me off.

I had a dozen thoughts on how to get revenge. I could take naughty and revealing pictures of her using my phone. I could blackmail her into doing whatever I wanted. I could even have my way with her while she was drunk and unload my built-up stress. I could finally get revenge for all the bullshit she had put me through. Yet, all of these dark thoughts only lasted for a minute.

At the end of it, she was still my stepsister. That meant that she was family. Even if I had the guts to take those kinds of risks, it would destroy the relationship I had with her forever. I wouldn’t be able to look my stepfather in the eyes anymore. I couldn’t betray their trust like that.

I looked down at Jenna’s scantily-clad body one last time, and then I pulled away from her. When she had grabbed onto me, she had gotten a handful of my comforter, so I was able to slip out of bed by shifting it into her grasp. I was tired too, but the cold floor of the hallway was a bit of a shock to my senses. I thought was to get my blanket back from Jenna, but she seemed to be holding onto it tightly. She was already fast asleep. When she wasn’t staring at me like I was dirty, she was kind of cute. Why couldn’t my big sister be like this around me? I meant… when she wasn’t drunk.

I headed towards the bathroom. My dick was hard, but a bit of cold water and trying to pee, and it calmed down. Once I took a piss, I found a guest blanket in the hallway closet and then headed to the family room couch. My mother and stepfather had their door closed and the lights were out, so they were already asleep. The TV was off in the family room, so I was left in darkness. Except, that there was light being cast, and I realized that the front door was left slightly ajar. As I headed over, I realized that there was a car in our driveway with the headlights on. Frowning, I headed to the door door and opened it. A guy was standing at our doorway, and I very nearly closed it on his face.

“Hey… hey… where is Jenna?” The suspicious guy asked.

I narrowed my eyes. “She’s inside, asleep.”

“What the fuck?” He growled. “She said she was going in to get condoms.”

I had a flash of realization. “You’re Jason, right?”

“Yeah? I’m her coworker at the bar. She took too many shots, so I took her home tonight,” he responded proudly.

My eyebrows raised. “Jenna’s a bartender?”

“Yeah? Who the fuck are you?” He asked, trying to look over my shoulder. “Send Jenna back out. I-I’m her boyfriend.”

My mind worked quickly, connecting all the dots. My parents believed Jenna worked a nightshift stocking at a megastore. No wonder she was always dressed like that. Dad assumed there was just a boy she liked, and didn’t think much of it because she had to wear an apron over anything she wore anyway. However, if she was at a bar, it was no wonder she dressed that way for tips. Furthermore, it seemed like this asshole Jason was trying to get down her pants.

Well, he had succeeded. She was too drunk and consented, but he let her into her house and she passed out in my room. It was clear to me that he had likely gotten her drunk on purpose to take advantage. This was because I had seen some of the guys she liked before, and they were all a bunch of chads. I had overheard her complaining to her friends that they all wanted sex from her, and because she was saving it, they ended up dumping her. This guy looked far too slimy to be her type. I always thought my sister was a slut, but if she did give it up, there was no way it’d be to this guy.

I straightened myself a bit. “I’m her little brother.”

“Huh? She has a brother?” He asked. “She never mentioned you.”

“So? She never mentioned you either,” I responded, causing him to wince. “Who else do you think would live with her and our parents?”

As I said parents, I raised my voice slightly, causing him to hold up his hands. “Hey man, just wake her up and send her out here. We’re uh… still going out.”

I shook my head. “I’m not doing that. Sister looks like she needs to sleep it off.”

His expression turned ugly. ” Look, you little shit. I’ve been working on Jenna for months. She’s just been playing hard to get. Tonight, I did the chivalrous thing and drove her home. I’m owed a little appreciation.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “Thanks then.”

I went to close the door, but he blocked it with his foot. “Kid, I know you’re thinking you’re being helpful to your big sis, but she won’t appreciate you for it.”

“I know,” I responded.

Why was I stepping in? By all accounts, Jenna was a big girl. Daddy let her do whatever she wanted, so why was I sticking my neck out for her? Even I couldn’t answer that.

“If you know, then leave the door open.” He grinned, starting to push his way through. ” You don’t know who you’re messing with. I can make your little high school life miserable. Just step aside and point me to her room. I’ll make her feel real good.”

I had wanted revenge on my sister, so by accounts, I really should have stepped aside. I wasn’t sure if it was because it was my bed he was talking about having Jenna on or because he threatened my high school life, but I felt a sudden rise in anger. I grabbed his shirt and stomped on his foot. A grin grew on my face. I wasn’t sure where it came from, but I felt a surge of confidence.

“You don’t have any clue who you’re fucking with either,” I growled at his surprised face. “So here’s what is going to happen. You’re going to turn around and get back into your shitty pickup. You’re going to leave and you’re going to stay the fuck away from my sister. If I see you near her again-”

“Then you’ll what?” He said, trying to regain his momentum to push forward.

I shoved him out the door and grabbed my pant leg. “Then, I’ll fuck your mom with this cock.”

I was wearing pajamas and I hadn’t done anything special after peeing earlier, so it was just hanging down my pant leg. When I grabbed it, the distinct shape of it appeared to my knee. He was about to respond, but when he saw the outline, his eyes widened and his mouth fell open. Before he could respond further, I shut the door and locked it. I then spun around and pressed my back against it, breathing hard.

I wasn’t sure where I got the confidence to speak up to him. I must have still been high on the fumes of what I had done with Steve’s Mom earlier. Secretly, I was terrified he’d do something more. After all, he looked to be in his twenties. He was even older than my sister. I was just as scared that my stepdad would be altered and come out. I knew that no matter the outcome, I would be blamed.

Thankfully, none of that happened. I waited against the door for several minutes, and then the car backed out of our driveway and left. I waited until I couldn’t hear the car anymore, and that’s when I finally fell onto the couch and collapsed. That was the scariest thing I had ever done.

I stared at the ceiling for a while, wondering if it was worth it. What would happen if he did try something at school? I didn’t even know his name. Yet, even after the adrenaline faded and my heart calmed down, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Besides, I had Stephanie protecting me at school. I wasn’t the same easy target that I used to be. Then there was Mrs. Parker. Well, I hadn’t worked my feelings out regarding her. It wasn’t like we were together or something. We just had a… working relationship.

With such thoughts, I finally fell off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to a scream. I groggily sat up on the couch as my parents’ door opened and my stepdad ran out. Mom came out with a nightgown on, and we exchanged a confused look. It was only then that I realized that the room the scream came from was my room. Frowning and confused, I walked over to my doorway, looking in to see Jenna standing, still in the remains of last night’s skanky outfit. When her eyes caught mine, fury painted her face.

“He took advantage of me!” She declared.

“What?” I cried out.

“What are you talking about, honey?” Dad asked, a hint of anger in his voice.

“I came home late last night,” she said. “He must have taken me to his room and did stuff to me.”

“You fucking did what?!” My stepdad screamed, reaching out and grabbing my arms.

“No, I didn’t!” I yelled back, “She passed out on my bed. I slept on the couch all night!”

“Yeah, right!” Jenna scoffed. “I feel sticky stuff.”

“What?” Mom asked.

“He probably raped me!” Jenna claimed.

“No, I didn’t! Look at the couch, I was there all night,” I told them desperately. “You’re the one who came home last night so drunk you can’t remember a thing!”

“So, you admit it!” She declared, her eyes landing on my phone on my desk. “He probably took pictures of me.”

I couldn’t help but wince because I did think about it last night. However, I knew I didn’t do anything. I went to grab my phone, but Dad reached it first.

“You better pray you didn’t touch my daughter!” He snarled, shoving me back.

“Mom!” I cried out.

Mom looked at me worriedly. “Can we all calm down for a moment?”

“How can I be calm after I was raped! I was a virgin!” She cried indignantly.

“Oh, fuck off, you’re a virgin,” I snapped back. “Is that why you came into my room last night looking for condoms?”

Everyone froze and I realized what I said. I was so angry that I wasn’t thinking clearly.

“You’re a pervert!” Jenna declared, giving large crocodile tears.

“Is that so? Then let’s talk about the boy who brought you home last night, you know, the one you promised you’d bang! What’s his name, Jason?”

Her eyes flashed, and her face turned white. “H-how do you know about him?”

“The same reason I know you’re working at a bar! He was at our door last night, looking for you to put out,” I snapped.

I was so angry that I no longer could filter myself. I was screaming my head off until I felt Mom touch my arm.

My stepdad had stopped looking at my phone and was now staring at his daughter with a questioning expression on his face.

“H-he’s lying!” Jenna declared, but she didn’t sound as sincere as before.

“That’s an easy lie to determine.” Stepdad put down my phone and left the room.

Jenna shot me a glare before running past and following him. I was curious what he was doing too, so I followed along with Mom to the living room. He was tinkering with some stuff until an app was pulled up on the television. A few moments later, I realized it was a picture of the front of our house.

“What is that?” Jenna asked.

“I got a doorbell cam. I wanted to see if you guys were leaving and coming home on time,” her dad growled.

I hadn’t even noticed it was a doorbell cam. Wait…that meant…

He pulled up an image last night. It showed the familiar pickup truck pulling up, and then Jenna stumbling out.

“I’ll be right back,” She mumbled as she staggered to the house, clearly drunk.

Jenna’s face turned to despair as she watched herself stumble through the door. The video only responded to major movements, so the next time it picked up was him getting out of the truck and pacing in front of the door. Then, another video played. I couldn’t be seen, but my voice could be heard clearly as it shot at him. It showed him trying to get in the house, and recorded our entire conversation, right up until I closed the door on his face. I cringed at the line I had used, but everyone else was more flustered. Mom looked like she was about to cry.

She stroked my arm. “Honey…”

“Y-you…” Jenna spoke up as she glared at me with tear-filled eyes. “I hate you!”

She spun and ran to her room, slamming the door and locking it. My stepdad looked at the screen, and then back up at me. He looked like he had swallowed something unpleasant.

“No phone for a week,” he suddenly said.

“What?”

“You should have called us when she came home,” he declared. “You kept this from us.”

“When did I even have a chance to tell you!”

“This is my house, my rules!”

“Excuse me, but if I recall, it is my house on the lease,” Mom suddenly spoke up, causing my stepdad to blink.

“Honey…”

“Don’t honey me.” Mom’s mouth twisted. “I’ve tolerated all of your bullshit. I thought maybe I didn’t understand because I’m a girl. You’re a man, so for my son to grow up properly, I should listen to you. Yet now I see how much of a shit father you are.”

“That’s uncalled for!”

“Uncalled? You’ve done nothing but act prejudiced toward my son! You give your daughter everything, and when there is proof, proof your daughter acts like a whore, and my son acts standup, you still would rather punish him than face it.”

My mouth was falling open. I had never seen my mother so angry before.

“Honey, l-let’s talk about this later.” My stepdad looked slightly scared.

“Oh, we’re going to talk about it. You’re lucky I have to go to work and my son needs to go to school.” Mom grabbed my phone and handed it to me. “Take this. Go stay with your friend tonight. Your father and I have a lot to talk about!”

“M-mom…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

In some ways, I had been waiting for this moment for years. I felt like it was everything I could have hoped for. On the other hand, I didn’t want to be the cause of their breakup. If I ruined my mother’s marriage, I wouldn’t feel good about that either. She generally seemed happy with him when I wasn’t in the picture.

Mom let out a little sigh. “Just go to the car. I’ll drive you in a bit.”

I nodded and went and got ready quickly. Jenna remained in her room, and her dad didn’t attempt to address her at all. He looked like a beaten dog, sitting at the kitchen table while she stood on the other side of the kitchen, her arms crossed and a stern expression on her face. I grabbed my bookbag and headed out to the car. Mom joined me a few minutes later. As we were driving alone, I finally built the courage to ask.

“Did I… do anything wrong?”

“No, Honey.” Mom looked at me and then bit her lip. “I think your dad just has… some issues with his daughter he needs to work out. I’m sorry for letting him take it out on you. One of the reasons I married him was because I wanted a male presence in your life, and for a while, I thought he was doing a good job. I wanted to believe he was still making decisions in your best interest… but I don’t know anymore.”

“A-are you going to leave him?” I asked.

“We’re not that far along yet. We’ll just talk. Maybe we can get a counselor. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yes, yes!” I nodded. “I just want you to be happy.”

Mom smiled and then reached out and stroked my hair. “You’re a good son.”

I couldn’t help but blush slightly. “Um, you said earlier… about staying with my friend?”

“Yes, you’re hanging out with Steven again, right?” Mom glanced my way.

“Ah… I guess…”

“His mom called me yesterday. She said you two are growing close again. She was just telling me they’d love for you to stay the night.”

I stiffened. “You mean… you want me to… stay the night, at Mrs. Parker’s house?”

“It might be best to stay away for a night.” Mom’s smile turned to concern. “Ah, you don’t need to worry about your stepdad’s grounding. Naturally, if I say you can sleep over at Steven’s house, then it’s allowed.”

Somehow, I didn’t think I would be doing a lot of sleeping at this sleepover.