“But then… Brent made a noise… He moaned, and Dad pulled me back. I thought it was over, but then he stood me up and made me take my underwear off…” I explain tearfully. “He told me to ride him. When I didn’t, he started hitting me again until I did it. It took probably twenty more hits before I finally gave in… He said, “Ride his cock like you do mine. Let’s see if he likes your tight cunt as much as I do.”
“What next?” Adrian asks.
“He hit me a few more times before I started moving,” I say. “I tried to block it all out… I tried to ignore it…”
“Ignore what?” Adrian asks.
“What it was doing to my body,” I cry. “And his. He was drugged… and unconscious… but he didn’t know it was me… He was responding, but was too out of it to open his eyes… “
“How did he respond?” Adrian questions.
“He, uh… grabbed hold of my hips. He kinda… He didn’t know it was me.”
“That’s not what I asked, Little Dove. What did he do?” Adrian asks again.
“He was holding onto me tight… and moving my body… Dad laughed and said something about how he knew he’d like my cunt… He said I had to come with him or…”
“Or what?” Adrian pushes.
“He’d blow his brains out and make sure I went to jail for it,” I cry. “He started whipping me again with that belt until I moved faster. He didn’t stop until… I didn’t want to hurt him like that… But that fucking belt hurt so badly… So I moved his hand to… he started to… Dad got what he wanted. Brent was so out of it… But he…”
“But he was the one who gave you an orgasm,” Adrian says.
“Yeah,” I say as I nod tearfully and try to calm down. “He didn’t know it was me. He never opened his eyes… He didn’t hurt me. I hurt him… I…”
“I remember,” Brent says.
“What?” I ask, turning to look at him.
“I remember all of that. I thought it was a dream I had,” Brent says. “I remember the sounds you made when I touched you… But I thought it was a dream.”
“I’m sorry, Brent,” I cry. “I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I avoided you for… months… I was afraid you’d hate me.. I wanted to tell you but… It was never brought up, so I just lived with the guilt.”
“Alania, you were forced to do that,” Brent says. “I’m going to be really blunt here. You didn’t hurt me. I have spent years feeling like a giant fucking creep because I didn’t hate the dream…”
“You… why?” I ask.
“Because it was rare that I ever saw anything from you outside of anger, Nia,” he says. “I don’t remember you crying. I’ve had the sounds you made when you came stuck in my head for years.”
“I feel like she needs to know,” Adrian says. “Because I don’t think it’s as accurate as you made it seem.”
“What?” I ask.
“The day before my first visit, I went to Adrian to check on you. I… told him I was gay, but uh… I…”
“Oh my God!” I say with wide eyes. “That’s why Mark looked like he was going to faint…”
“Yeah,” Brent says with a smirk. “Mark and I have been seeing each other since high school, but…”
“But?” I ask.
“But I only stopped messing with women when I found myself comparing every woman to the one in my dreams,” he says bluntly.
“Oh…. I don’t know what to say to that,” I say.
“Just understand that you did nothing wrong. I, on the other hand… Well…”
“If you tell me you jerked off thinking of me,” I laugh.
