Perhaps because of his upbringing, there weren't many people who thought like him. To the extreme expectations that were forced on him by his parents, who had neglected Nick his entire life, he couldn't be anything that was short of perfection. Growing up, his parents' blood and bones were devoid of any sort of affection; everything they ever did, he felt as if it were only done purely to satisfy their egotistical tendencies. He constantly felt as if he himself were only an extension of their innate narcissism. That he existed primarily as a part of their body, to make them look good. And so he needed to be successful, which, fortunately, was easy enough for him, despite the lack of guidance and emotional input.
Nick always wondered if that was why he turned out like this, but that didn't matter now.
At that time, he didn't even know his parents weren't like the others. He assumed parents were all like that because they were the only thing he ever knew and he had no standard for comparison. He realized his family was fundamentally different during a conversation with his best friend; a pretty, naive girl with wealthy parents. She came from new money and was below him socially and in status, but he still talked to her. She taught him what parents were supposed to do and what children were rightfully owed. The girl shared her childhood experiences--she said she spent most of her life uncared for by her parents. It opened Nick's eyes to the absurdity of his parents' neglect. And at the same time, he wondered what it would feel like to be loved for himself. Years passed by and they stayed close to each other.
When she returned to school after an absurd amount of absences, she explained what had happened about a month ago, when she contracted an illness that rendered her lungs unable to function properly, a fact that wasn't made known to him, much to Nick's disbelief. Her parents, who she felt was on edge that day, suddenly seemed to wake up from their senses and cancelled the day's plans to stay and take care of her.
Now they're home almost every day.
She seemed so genuinely happy about it, but Nick was confused and quite frankly, disgusted at her pathetic sentimentality. That was it? Her reason for the absences and why he couldn't contact her was because she was so ecstatic over this? And suddenly that was supposed to make it all better for her? For Nick? What about him? He did this for her--
Were affections generally that cheap? Nick never really weighed them before until now. His parents never did any of that for him, but if they did, Nick would be alarmed; he didn't think he would feel happy about any of it. He'd only wonder what were they up to.
For some reason, he was as fascinated by her capacity to love them back that much despite what they did to her as much as he found it sickening and difficult to swallow.
He didn't know what was fascinating about it at the time, but regardless, it still felt like a betrayal. Was she always this weak and fragile? If she knew her parents didn't care about her, would she simply break apart? He thought indignantly.
He fed her emotionally because he was just curious at first. More than enough so that she'd follow him to college out of her own volition. Nick saw how much he needed to give and in response, how much she'll give in return. He wanted to slowly widen the gap between those two--up until a point where he can treat her like shit and she'll just eat it all up so happily. Like a dog. Like how she lapped up at her parents with that cheap affection.
What was he doing all this for? Anger and curiosity, mostly. At least at first.
Then suddenly, she got a boyfriend and Nick's conditioning was indirectly put to a stop (much to his disappointment because he started having so much fun). He was a nice man who treated her well and was respectful of her boundaries; he couldn't bear to hurt her or other women his whole life. He had a good reputation; respectable, polite, kind. She said she introduced them together because her boyfriend was special to her. She wanted Nick to accept the new guy in her life because she fell in love with him. She loved his innate kindness. She loved how nice he was to her. She just loved him like she had never loved anyone before. He made her feel safe and secure in a way no one had ever made her feel. She hadn't told her parents yet; she wanted Nick to know first. Because Nick was family. He was her platonic best friend. She loved him a lot, like a brother.
He fucked her. He knew "safe and secure,"' wasn't what she really wanted deep down and he was right--she wanted cock "deep down". He looked at her beneath him as she enthusiastically screamed around his dick out of mind-numbing pleasure as he skillfully fucked her in her sweet spot. He studied the female body and how it works extensively before he did this so her pleasure was a given. He was also fortunate enough to be blessed with the right tools to execute it--the two things that certainly sealed the deal for her.
His huge, fat cock and a stamina that's pretty hard to beat.
Her enthusiastic response just confirmed to him how fake "love," can really be too. Romance is a social construct. Why couldn't she see through that? Her mind probably just misconstrued sexual arousal mixed with a bit of uncertainty and thrill as love.
It felt so good showing her how pathetic and hypocritical she was. And it felt better to see her just lapping it all up. He liked rubbing her own statements in her face for that reason--metaphorically but sure, literally too. Nick liked to taunt her with sentences like, "I don't think you're supposed to fuck family," or "damn, you're cumming hard around your bro," right before rubbing his cum all over her screwed-silly face.
After that, they pretty much just fucked the shit out of each other all the time. When she finally couldn't balance her secret, cheating sex life with Nick and dating her boyfriend, she broke up with the latter.
And boy was that a fucking eye-opener for Nick. He LOVED that shit. He loved how his best friend BEGGED him to fuck her ass as she broke up with the guy she said she loved on a phone call. He didn't even know why because he never really hated the guy. He couldn't even remember his name. Frankly, neither could his best friend when he was ass-fucking her rough. He's tried to ask her too--multiple times, in fact, what her boyfriend's name was during sex. She couldn't even reply and just ended up moaning incoherently the whole time.
So why? Why did trashing someone so insignificant make him feel so fucking GOOD? Did he like feeling superior over that guy--or did he love knowing he had that much power over his best friend? Where she starts to compromise every little thing in her life just for him? Just for his cock?
It wasn't as if he was still angry at her either. He got over her abandonment a long time ago. He couldn't care less now.
This wasn't anger, no, this was something different. Something more fundamental he couldn't pinpoint. Something instinctive and primal.
Regardless, Nick fucking loved that high. He wanted to chase after the feeling. So he devised a long-term plan and put it in action a few weeks after she and her boyfriend broke up--he told her the sex had to stop and lied about how he was seeing someone else. He told her they should just go back to being friends because Nick didn't want lose her. She said she understood and backed off.
He spent the next few months 'dating' well-known sluts. He made out with them when he knew for sure she was watching. God, it got his cock painfully hard almost 24/7 at the time, remembering her expression as she tried to hide her jealousy and insecurities in the name of "being a friend".
