My Sister, My Slut

Note: I redid all the chapter titles, so make sure you've read the chapter before this one. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Chapter 10


Work was, if nothing else, a convenient distraction for Marcus.

Their father took the next flight home from his European tour when he hear of Kelly’s accident. It took a great deal of effort on Marcus part to convince the man that he had already employed a very good doctor to take care of his twin and no other specialists were needed. The old man sat by his daughter’s side every night and held her hand, preventing Marcus from doing the same.

In his stead, their father sent Marcus back to Europe for the rest of the various conferences he was meant to attend, which meant missing the start of a semester at the college. That suited Marcus just fine. Kelly would not be able to go back to classes either and he could not abide graduating ahead of his sister. He also missed their birthday, though he sent flowers and candy to his twin on the day. Kelly signed the card their father sent to him with a signature that was shaky and illegible.

Kelly never told the truth about what happened, Marcus assumed. He was fairly certain if their father ever heard of it he would be brought back home and the old man would beat him senseless with his own wrinkled hands. Instead, his father met him at the airport when he came home with a proud pat on the back and took him to the office where they talked about business with the Chairman and a handful of other directors. It was night by the time he got home with his father, and he didn’t dare go looking for Kelly until morning.

When he did find her in the morning it was by coincidence, looking out the window over the garden patio, and he frowned and grit his teeth.

After six months away from his sister, his homecoming was utterly ruined. She was in the garden with the friends he thought he chased away, Liara and Jasmine. They were having tea and enjoying some trite conversation and laughing. His twin seemed to sense his gaze and when Liara and Jasmine began to bicker about some point or another, Kelly looked over her shoulder and met her brother’s eyes.

Marcus nearly took a step back.

It was Kelly. He could tell it was his twin sitting out in the garden dressed in a conservative blue summer dress and a cane leaning next to her chair, but the look she gave him was nothing like what he remembered. All the fear and timidity was gone from her eyes and she met his gaze without hesitation. Instead of breaking her, it seemed nearly dying had given her the backbone she was missing for the first twenty-one years of her life, which infuriated Marcus. It was his own fault that he effectively destroyed all his own hard work in breaking down her self-confidence, but he was angry with his twin for not being broken enough to simply crumble to his will.

Having finished their argument, Liara and Jasmine looked to see what their friend was looking at. Upon seeing him, Jasmine’s face fell and her cheeks turned red as she turned away and clenched her hands in her lap, while Liara’s expression contorted into one of utter disdain and loathing as she looked over at Kelly and snapped something. Kelly turned away from him and waved her hand in response to whatever Liara said.

Marcus sneered and turned away from the window and stormed off to his room. There was nothing he could do with their father around, doting on his sister and checking on her health frequently. By the third day after his return, he gave up trying to get his twin alone and went to stay in the penthouse of a building his family owned in the city. It was the place where their father carried out his affairs when their mother was still alive, and where the Chairman brought special clients to meet expensive women.

The first night in the penthouse, Marcus found the most expensive woman he could find and fucked her until dawn. That was what his father thought all the money Marcus used while he was in Europe was going toward. Women. He wanted to keep up the illusion and it was a way to relieve the tension until he could get his hands on Kelly.

He would have to wait until their father was away again before he would be able to touch his sister again. In the mean time, he needed to come up with a plan on how to break her to his will once more. He spent the first part of his day on business, then pondering the problem with his twin, and his nights with exotic women that cost more than they were worth.

It was two days after he moved into the penthouse that his routine was interrupted by a bruiser that somehow managed to have keys to the place. Marcus was in the midst of pondering how to bend his sister to his will, which had taken a turn to a daydream about his twin tied in the Japanese bondage style, when someone hit him.

The fight was very one sided, with Marcus only managing to deflect a few blows. He took a fist to the face and several punches to his gut and back before the bruiser seemed satisfied and cuffed Marcus hands behind his back, forcing him into a kneeling position. Even as he knelt, Marcus bent forward and grit his teeth against the pain, trying to control it and figure out how he could get away.

He heard the sound of the door opening again as the bruiser walked toward it. “Here’s the key,” he said in a deep, dumb voice that one would expect from a thug. “I’ll be outside the door. Scream if you need me.”

“Thank you,” a voice that caused Marcus to jerk up straight said.

Even though he knew who it was by the sound of her voice, he was still shocked to find Kelly shambling toward him with her cane as the door closed behind her. “You’ve been avoiding me, Marcus,” Kelly said in a sweet voice, but there was a tremor in it and Marcus couldn’t help but smirk. Even with him in the vulnerable position, she was scared.

“You shouldn’t have done this, Kelly,” he said, spitting blood on the floor from where he bit his cheek when the first blow came. His twin came within arms reach and stopped, leaning on the arm of a chair.

“You beat me. You raped me. You confined me. You fucked and humiliated my friend and showed it to me. Then you hurt me so badly that my fingers are always going to be stiff and I’ll have to use this cane the rest of my life because my knee will never work quite right again,” his sister said, her voice quivering. “Don’t you think those are things you shouldn’t have done?”

“You’re mine, Kelly, my sister, my twin, my little slut. I can do whatever I want with you and you’ll like it,” Marcus said, continuing to smirk up at his sister. It was not a good time to admit he felt guilty for the last part of her accusation. He fully intended to apologize for beating his twin to the point the damage was permanent, but not when it seemed like she had the upper hand. Someday, when she was mewling in his arms the way she was meant to be, then he would apologize for that and only that.

“Shouldn’t that be reciprocal, then?” Kelly said. Her hands were trembling and Marcus finally left the smirk fade from his face. “Shouldn’t you like whatever I do to you?”

“Are you sure you want to play this game, Kelly?” Marcus asked in a low and dangerous tone as he watched the hand gripping the came with white knuckles shake. He wanted her scared, and was a little surprised when she took a deep breath and the tremors stopped.

“I don’t think you’ll stop coming after me if I just ask you. Give me more credit than that,” she said in her small voice. “But I don’t have any intention of letting you reduce me to a broken bloody pulp ever again. If you want me to be some slut to your desires, you’re going to have to work hard, Marcus. I know what you want now and I’ll be watching you.”

She gave him a pointed look as he let out a bark of laughter and continued. “We have all the same recourses and capital at our expense. You have more experience using it, but I’ll find a way to even the playing field. We’re twins. It may have taken me a while to realize it, but we were born with the same evil mind.”

Marcus grinned.

“Liara, her family, and Jasmine are off limits in this game of ours. In spite of everything, you’re my brother and I’ll trust you if you promise me that you won’t involve them,” Kelly said, her voice becoming hard and causing Marcus to raise his eyebrows. He did not like it directed toward him, but the commanding tone was very erotic coming from his sister.

“And if I did involve them,” Marcus asked, curious about how she would answer.

“I’ll kill myself and deprive you of the one thing you really want.” There was complete sincerity in her voice and eyes that brook no further argument.

“Jasmine’s already involved,” he said, not wanting to give up that particular toy yet.

“Don’t hurt her,” was the response.

“She’ll beg and plead for everything that happens to her,” Marcus said, the smirk forming on his lips once more.

The movement was fast and cane hit his ribs with surprising force. Marcus grit his teeth to keep from crying out even as he doubled over again. This feisty side of his sister was somewhat thrilling. He just needed to find away to control it so that it only came out when he desired a challenge.

“Fine,” Kelly said, nearly spitting. The deal with Jasmine bothered her more than Marcus thought it would, and she was giving him leave to use it against her. Not a smart move. “I can’t stop what you’ve already done, but if you do involve her any more, it has to be willingly on her part and she has to come to you first. Liara and her family still remain off limits.”

Marcus nodded his head in agreement. Jasmine was turning out to be a far a better tool against his sister than Liara anyway.

Kelly pushed up from the arm of the chair and stood in front of her brother. “I don’t plan on letting you touch me again,” she said, dropping the key to the cuffs on the floor. “However, I do plan on getting even for what you have done to me already.”

Marcus laughed and shook his head as he looked up at his twin, giving her a hard smile as he scooted forward and covered the key with his knee so she could not snatch it away. “You don’t want to play this game, Kelly. You’ll only get hurt when I eventually get my way, and you know I always get my way.”

The response was not what he expected. Kelly gave him a hard smile of her own and cocked her head to the side. “You seem to like seeing me hurt, Marcus. Why are you complaining?”



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