Author's Note: There is a part in this story that is similar to another story posted recently. And that is by accident. I was writing this story before that one was posted, and both the author and I will confirm that it was some weird freak thing that we both had the same messed up idea at roughly the same time. Just so everyone knows there's no plagiarism or story stealing :)

Carmella sent a text to Corey when she knew April had said all she would say. She didn't know when he planned on coming back. April was sitting on the bed waiting for the men to return. Several minutes later the door opened.

"Hey, how'd everything go. Are you feeling any better?" Corey asked.

"Randy, can I talk to you for a minute?" Carmella asked quietly as she walked over to where he was standing by the door.

"Yeah, I guess."

Carmella nodded towards the door, signaling for him to step outside. He did. She told Corey they'd be back in a minute. Corey nodded and she left despite the look of protest in April's eyes.

"What's up?" Randy asked once they were outside.

"I'm worried about April." She stated.

"I know. And I appreciate you being there for her. But that's why I need to take her back home with me."

"She has a predator Randy."

Randy sighed. "I know but there's not much we can do about it if she refuses to talk. Except to keep her close."

"Don't you want to the asshole to did this to pay?"

"Of course I do."

"Great. Then consider yourself lucky that I haven't ripped your balls off yet." Carmella said, the tone in her voice becoming more forceful.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Randy asked confused.

"She's your fucking sister you pervert!" Carmella grit through her teeth and pushed him as hard as he could.

With as big as he was, he only backed up about a step before regaining his balance. "What the fuck Carmella? You really think I would do something like that?"

"You're damn right I do."

"Are you serious? I could have any woman I want! Including you if I tried. Why the hell would I force my dad's wife's daughter?"

"Your dad's wife's daughter? Oh all the sudden now she's your step sister? The whole time she was here she was your sister, now you're choosing to call her differently."

"Step sister. Sister. Whatever, it's the same thing. Either way, excuse me for being someone who was always there for her."

"You mean preying on her."

Randy rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle. "I never preyed on me si…"

"She was fifteen you fucking pervert!"

Three Years Earlier

April was laughing as her best friend Celia turned her car onto her street. April knew that she was supposed to be home by ten, but a group of friends from school were going to the carnival tonight and were going to try and sneak back in after all the workers left. They were just going to be stupid teenagers. Trying to get through the fun-house, playing the rigged games and trying to figure them out. Someone had snuck some beers in. She wasn't going to stay, but a kid from her class was there, and her mom was out of town until tomorrow, so she decided to do something she never did before, and stay. She didn't drink. She just wanted to spend some time with Aaron. So here she was way past curfew driving up her house and talking about the night with her friend, when she saw her step father's car in the driveway.

"Crap. What are they doing home already? They weren't supposed to be here till tomorrow!" April panicked.

"It's not that late. We've stayed up later at sleepovers." Celia stated, trying to make her feel better.

"It;s almost midnight! Being awake inside the house is one thing, but being out and them having no idea, that's another story. Besides, your curfew is eleven. How are you going to get home unnoticed?"

"I kind of used my phone to call my mom right around eleven and told her I was coming home, but you got stuck for a ride so I was going to drop you off first. She was happy I was making sure you got home safe and told me to come home as soon as I could." Celia explained.

April sighed. "Well good for you! But that isn't going to help me much."

Both girls let out a scream when they heard a knock on the passenger's side door. April was barely able to make out Randy's face in the dark.

"Thank God, it's just my step brother." April stated as she rolled her window down. "What the hell are you doing out here?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing." He retorted.

"I'm just…" She trailed off, trying to think of something.

"Trying to figure out how to get in the house without your mom and my dad going off on you?" Randy suggested. "They pulled up about twenty minutes ago. I was going to knock but then I heard them talking through the door."

"Yeah. That'd be it." She answered nervously.

Randy smiled. "Come on. I'll help ya out."

He opened her door and she got out.

"I'll see you tomorrow Celia. If I can."

"Good luck." Celia said to her friend.

Randy smiled and waved to her, then he and April began walking up to her front door.

"Why are you helping me?" April asked him.

He shrugged. "My dad hasn't been married since it was to my mom, so I figured this is pretty serious and we'll probably be stuck together for a while. Just follow my lead."

Randy opened up the front door and walked in, with April behind him,

"Hey! You guys are home!" Randy greeted casually.

"April! Where were you?" Her mother asked worriedly.

"That's my fault. I stopped by earlier and April said you guys were away. She was here by herself so I told her I'd take her out to dinner. We ended up being longer than I thought we'd be, but I figured it's summer so it'd be okay if she was out a little late and slept in tomorrow. Sorry." Randy explained.

"Well, as long as she was with you. I wish you would have left a note though." Her mother said relieved.

"She didn't know we'd be here Mary. Who would she have left a note to?" Bob Orton asked jokingly.

April stayed downstairs for a little bit, listening about her parents trip. She was still silent. Her brain was lost in the fact that she broke her curfew, got caught, and still got away with it. All things that are out of the ordinary for her. She excused herself because it was late and told her mom and step father that she would talk to them tomorrow. Randy stayed for a bit and talked with them, until they decided to head off to bed too tired from their trip. April by now had changed into some shorts and a tank top for pajamas in the warm night, and was brushing through her hair when there was a light knock at her door.

"Hey." She said to Randy when she opened the door.

"Hey. They went to bed. Can we talk for a minute?" He asked quietly.

"Yeah sure." She said as she let him into her room. "Thank you for earlier. I've never done anything like that before, I swear."

"I could tell by your total lack of having a plan." Randy said with a chuckle causing April to flash an embarrassed smile. "Now do I have to ask what you were doing out so late and give you some kind of responsibility speech?"

"No you don't/ We were just at the carnival. And we decided to stay after it shut down."

"You mean sneak back in?" Randy corrected.

"Well, yeah. But no one got hurt or broke anything."

"What about the drinking?" He asked.

"No, I didn't have any. And neither did Celia. "Wait, how did you know about that?"

"I saw you while I was driving. A group of teenagers sneaking around isn't as inconspicuous as they think they are."

"Then why did you ask?"

"Just wanted to see if you'd lie to me/" He answered as he sat down in a chair in her room.

"Well played Randy. So did I pass?" She asked amused.

"You did." He nodded. "This time."

"Well now I know for next time."

"Is me getting you out of trouble going to become a habit now?" He said with a small laugh.

"God I hope not."

"I do think you owe me something for saving your ass though." He said as he relaxed back into the chair.

"I believe I did say thank you already."

"I mean something more than that. You could've gotten into some really deep shit if your mom knew where you really were. And what was going on. You still could if I decide to go and tell her the truth."

April looked at him, trying to figure out if he was still joking around with her, but his tone seemed to changed and she wasn't so sure he was.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were out late, breaking into places drinking was going on. I could always go and tell her these things, and tell her that you begged me to lie for you."

"But I wasn't even drinking! And I didn't do anything besides sit outside and talk!" April argued.

"And you have absolutely nothing to back that up."

He was right. She knows she didn't do anything wrong, but she couldn't prove it. She could say she wasn't drinking but alcohol gets out of your system. If she admits she was there, there's no way of them knowing she hadn't taken part in the other activities.

"Broken trust is a very hard thing to mend, especially between a teenager and their parents." He stated.

"What did you have in mind?" She asked.

She was trying not to be nervous. She didn't know what he was getting at, but she knew it couldn't be too bad. But the way Randy's emotions just changed was, unsettling.

"Well I was supposed to have a date tonight. I had to call and cancel it when I saw you out running around." He informed her.

"So what? You want me to apologize to her and tell her it was my fault and win you some brownie points or something?"

"That actually isn't too bad of an idea, but it would take too long. Besides, she wasn't anything serious." He said casually blowing off the date he was just so concerned about missing.

"So what do you want from me then?"

"We both know what the end goal of that date would have been. So why don't you come take her place."

"Oh, no Randy…" She began, hoping there was no way he could be serious.

"Come on, it's only oral."

"You can't be serious. I can't do that. I've never done it before, and it's just so wrong."

"You will. Or I'll hang around until tomorrow morning and tell your mom the other version of tonight's events. Think about it. That trip to the lake you're supposed to take with Celia and her parents, gone. Getting your license after school starts, delayed. You'll be lucky if they un-ground you for the winter dance! They'll question all your friends about the alcohol. Doesn't sound like that'll be too much of a fun time huh?"

April stood there shocked and speechless. There was no way he actually mean this. She was only a teenager. She was his step sister. She never even really told a white lie to her mother and he was threatening to turn her into a "problem child".

"If you do this one little thing for me, everything that happened tonight stays between us." He told her.

He curled his finger summoning her over to him. She walked closer to him slowly, hoping that at some point he was going to tell her to stop and he was just joking again. But it didn't happen. She finally got in front of him and he pointed down to the ground, wanting her to get onto her knees.

"You owe me." He said as he unzipped his pants.

April looked at him nervously and leaned forward. He wrapped his fingers into her hair, getting a good grip to guide her if need be.

"Just think of it as practice for that guy you were hanging out with earlier." He said with a crooked smile.

Randy looked over at Carmella with wide eyes.

"That's right, she told me. She told me everything you sick son of a .."

"Before you finish that sentence, you might want to think about what's best for your career. I can make things very difficult for you." He threatened.

"I'm not scared of you Orton. If any of this gets out, even as just an accusation, it'll ruin you."

Randy thought for a moment before speaking lowly while closing in on Carmella in the small hallway space.. "Very true. That is a good point. But do you know what else can be ruined? Your boyfriend. And I'm not talking about his little commentary career. I mean him. With all those concussions he's a little sensitive. All it would take is one little accident and he would be royally fucked. So it would be in your best interest to forget whatever conversation you and April had."

"Leave Corey out of this." Carmella said in fear for her boyfriend's safety.

"Don't make me bring him into this." He said with a sick smirk as he twirled a piece of Carmella's hair around his finger.

"Randy, how could you do all this?"

"Pretty easily actually."

"You've had everything easily within your reach your whole life. Money, your job, women, who you associate with. Why do this to people?" She questioned.

"Because I can."

Carmella was looking up at Randy, trying to read his face, as he back was pressed against the wall. All she could see was a cold and uncaring person.

"But, why? She, she told me that the first time you had sex, you used a knife to scare her. And told her, that if she didn't let you, you know, you'd use the knife to do it." Carmella asked cautiously trying to avoid eye contact.

"And I'll do the same thing to you if you don't keep your mouth shut." He threatened in a deep voice.

He turned around and walked back to her hotel door and began banging on it." Corey, open up!"

Carmella knew he wasn't going to open the door. He was probably sitting with April. So she came over and used her key to open the door. Randy walked in with her following.

"Get the fuck out of my hotel room." Corey said through clenched teeth with his fists balled at his sides.

"Oh no, did she get to you too? You know April's always had a little problem with telling the truth." Randy said.

"Yeah, I see that. She kept the truth about you for far too long." Corey stated standing in front of Randy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Now please get out of my face. Come on April, we're leaving." Randy said in a demanding tone.

"She isn't going anywhere with you. Unless it's to put you in a jail cell." Corey told him.

Randy chuckled. "She's my sister. I'm taking her with me. And there's nothing that either of you can do about it."

"Once the cops hear about what you've been doing to her, they might stop you." Carmella stated.

"The cops, for what? Your word against mine? You don't have any proof of anything. And you're not going to get her to talk. She won't be able to face our parents with this. Unless she wants to fuck up their marriage even more and tear them apart."

"What about hat you said to me in the hallway?" Carmella asked.

Randy smiled smugly. "You'll never get me to admit to any of that."

"Oh no? Good thing I recorded it then." She informed him.

Randy looked at her, not sure whether she was telling the truth or not.

"That is illegal." He said.

"You're one to talk." Corey snorted.

"Not in this state. I checked." Carmella said with a victorious smile.

"Okay then, here's what's going to happen. You're going to give me your phone. And you're going to come with me. And you both are going to forget you met her. Or you're going to force me to do a bunch of things I won't want to have to do."

"I have a better idea." Carmella countered.

"And what is that?"

There was loud knocking at the hotel room door.

"Police! Open up!"