Never Have I Ever: Wanted my Brother’s Rival

I stared at my laptop screen long after it had gone dark.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

Eli was going to auction off his virginity to a stranger on the Internet?

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I rubbed my hand through my hair.

What was he thinking?

Dozens of worst-case scenarios flashed in my mind. Eli being beaten, raped, murdered. The grisly images kept coming, getting progressively more graphic. My stomach rolled over, and panic tightened my chest.

“Fuck.” I shoved my chair back and paced the small room I used as my office. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!”

Had he thought this through? Actually thought about it?

My stomach soured as I pictured some faceless asshole touching him. Being his first. Even if they were considerate and didn’t hurt him, the very idea made me ill.

I didn’t subscribe to the notion that virginity was anything special. That it should be saved or “given” to someone. Everyone had a right to bodily autonomy, and that included having sex with whomever they wanted as long as they were of age and could consent.

But Eli was different. I had no idea if it was because of the protective instincts I still felt toward him, but I knew deep down in my soul that fucking a stranger for money would affect him in ways he hadn’t even considered.

Should I talk to him? Tell him I knew what he was planning? Maybe if I laid it out logically, and got him to think about everything that could go wrong, he’d realize it was a mistake.

I stopped pacing, my shoulders tight and my jaw aching from clenching it so hard. He’d never listen to me. Hell, knowing him, he’d do it in spite of me. Eli had a stubborn streak, and nothing motivated him more than being told he couldn’t do something.

Had he talked this over with anyone? Why hadn’t they knocked some sense into him? Did he have anyone he could talk to about this kind of stuff?

An image of him smiling sweetly at the camera, his eyes soft and his features relaxed, flashed in my mind.

No. No way in hell could I let this happen. He’d probably hate me until the end of time for interfering, but fuck it. I’d rather have him alive and pissed than dead or broken because he’d trusted the wrong person.

I marched back over to my desk and shut down my laptop. If he was going to do this, then I was going to make sure I won.

The auction wasn’t what I’d expected it to be. I’d read the terms, and they were comprehensive and logical, but there were still dozens of ways things could go south and he’d end up another statistic.

The show itself had a decent number of viewers, but after the first twenty minutes, most of the tips coming in corresponded to something off his tip menu.

Thankfully, he’d kept announcing the winner and their token balance. I’d tried to keep a running total, but after almost an hour, I was completely lost.

Did anyone else notice how he was keeping track in his head? It was impressive as fuck, but I doubted they were focused on his brain when he had his dick out.

“It looks like Suzanna is in the lead.” Eli stroked his cock and ran one hand down his chest. The pose was sexy as hell, but it was his flushed cheeks and the little smile on his lips I couldn’t look away from.

Cha-ching!

The cartoon-like effect only activated when someone tipped over one thousand tokens, which was the equivalent of two hundred and fifty dollars.

Whoever alpha4u was, they’d tipped him two thousand dollars.

Eli widened his eyes. “Thank you, Alpha. You’re officially leading by three hundred tokens.”

He sat back on his heels, still stroking his dick. “You guys are so generous tonight. Eight thousand tokens is the price to beat if you want a chance to be my first.”

The chat filled with a wall of tips and comments.

Shit. I tried to keep up with the names and amounts as his viewers battled it out, sending small tips. Eli had his eyes glued to the screen and distractedly stroked himself.

Fuck. What was the top bid now?

“Thank you so much,” he said when the chat finally went silent. “Alpha is in the lead with ten thousand.”

Ten thousand? Shit. I grabbed my phone to buy more tokens. I’d seriously underestimated what people would be willing to spend to fuck him.

“Anyone else?” He turned around to give the camera a view of his ass. “This is what’s on the line.”

Dangerboi5: too rich for my blood

angelbaby: I’m out

baller7: fuuuuuuuuuck

SuZaNnA: I can’t

“Come on,” I muttered as the purchase confirmation screen loaded on my phone. It could take up to five minutes for my payment to go through and the tokens to appear in my balance. “Hurry up!”

alpha4u: I want to see you cum

Eli’s hand paused midstroke.

alpha4u: 1k tokens is a cumshot on ur menu

Eli smiled woodenly. “It is, but this is a bit of a different situation.”

alpha4u: u said ud honor ur menu

The auction ended when he came. Was he going to do it?

“You guys ready to see me finish?” Eli asked in a hollow voice.

Shitshitshitshit.

“Come on, come on, come on.” Adrenaline flowed through me as I stared at my tip balance. I couldn’t refresh the screen to hurry things along because I’d be kicked out of the show and wouldn’t be able to get back in.

Eli stroked himself, his eyes shifting from blank to faraway. Was he fantasizing or freaking out?

alpha4u: hurry up

alpha4u: I want to see it now

Eli set his mouth into a tight line and nodded at the camera.

The corner of my screen blinked, and my balance updated.

“Fucking finally!” I clicked the tip button, nearly smashing my mouse through the top of my desk.

I typed out the full balance, then confirmed the amount.

Once a tip was sent, it couldn’t be recalled. The confirmation safeguard protected people from typos and losing tokens, but it was a bitch when I was in a hurry.

I clicked the Send button, only then realizing that my chest was burning.

I blew out my breath. Stars danced in my vision. Shit, I’d been so focused on what was happening I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath.

Cha-ching!

Eli closed his eyes, his face screwed up in concentration, then came.

Considering he’d been edging himself for an hour, the orgasm didn’t look all that satisfying. He played it up by moaning and rubbing his free hand over his body, but his actual cumshot was weak, like he’d forced it out.

He’d also gotten up on his knees so his face wasn’t on cam. Was that something he normally did?

“Wow.” He sank back down on his knees and smiled weakly. “That was a good one. Thank you so much, NotEast.”

I didn’t like hearing him use my handle, but the relief that it was over and I’d won overruled my discomfort.

The chat lit up with agreements and lewd messages. Really? Had no one seen what I had?

“Thanks so much for being here. For buying a ticket and for bidding. I’m blown away by your response. Anyone who bid over seven hundred and fifty tokens will get a credit for a photo collection and video of your choice. If you bid over one thousand, you’ll also get a one year subscription to my OnlyFans. And bids over two thousands will get all that, plus a custom video. For those who bid over five thousand, I’ll add in a one-hour private show. I’ll contact everyone about your prizes through your DMs with the links you need.”

alpha4u: what about me? u think some vids and a private is worth what I paid?????

“I’ll contact you and give you more options.” He smiled tightly.

alpha4u: fucking bullshit

alpha4u: ur a tease

alpha4u: I bet ur not even a virgin

Eli ignored the comments and gave the camera a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Thanks again for being here. Keep an eye on your inboxes if you bid. And thanks, NotEast5.” He went off-line.

I sagged in my desk chair. The adrenaline from the show left me in a rush.

I’d just spent three thousand dollars buying my former rival’s little brother’s virginity online.

Jesus fuck. How had this become my life? This shit didn’t happen in reality. This was the kind of stuff you read about in books or saw in movies.

I snorted, nearly delirious with relief. This was so outlandish I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Did I care about the money? Not one bit.

My relief faded. Right before he’d logged off, Eli’s eyes had gone blank and his face pale. Something had spooked him, but what?

A notification popped up on my screen.

You have a message!

I opened my DMs.

BaileyB: thanks so much for bidding! Congratulations on winning. I’ll send you all the info in 24 hours

Now was the hard part. How was I supposed to let him know I was the winner without setting off his stubborn streak and having this backfire?

I couldn’t blindside him with it. No way could I go through with setting everything up and not tell him.

Should I wait until he sent the info tomorrow? I wanted to march over there and give him a piece of my mind, but confronting him after whatever had happened during the last few moments of the show would be cruel and probably overwhelm him.

But waiting would undoubtedly piss him off even more.

“Goddammit.” I closed the lid to my laptop and stood, needing to move and expel some of the energy flowing through me.

I was between a rock and a hard place. I lifted one hand and stared at it. How long had it been shaking?

Fuck. The auction had affected me more than I’d thought it would. I needed to calm down before I made any decisions about how to proceed.

With a sigh, I grabbed my keys, phone, and coat. A long drive should help clear the cobwebs and distract me for a while.

As I left my office, an image of Eli smiling at me as we’d checked the elements of the water heater flashed in my mind.

Any chance of him forgiving me had disappeared when I’d sent that tip. I’d done the right thing, I was sure of it, but that didn’t stop the disappointment from washing over me.

Six and a half years ago, I’d made a mistake that had nearly cost me everything. I’d fucked up, but it hadn’t only been me who’d suffered.

When the truth came out, Eli was going to hate me even more than he already did. Hopefully, this entire experience was the wake-up call he needed to not do anything like it again.