My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 12


The only thing that surprised Marcus was that it took almost a week after his evening with Jasmine for Kelly to show up. It was the sixth day, in his office at the family’s main building, while he was waiting for Mr. Philips to show up for their four o’clock meeting, when Kelly slammed open his door.

“What the hell did you do to Jasmine?” she demanded as she crossed the room. Marcus was reminded of how he regretted hurting her so badly. He would have liked to see her storm toward him without have to limp and lean on a cane.

“She came to me willingly,” Marcus said when his sister made it to his desk and glared down at him. “Just as I told you, she begged for everything. Like a dog.”

“She’s mutilating herself for you!” Kelly screamed, her cheeks were red and there were tears of frustration in her eyes. His spies already informed him that she and Liara had spent the morning trying to talk Jasmine out of it some sort of piercing fetish she had developed.

“Piercing isn’t mutilation,” Marcus said calmly, learning back in his chair and smiling at his sister. “I haven’t done anything to Liara or her family, and Jasmine is doing this willingly and of her own accord. I gave her a suggestion; I didn’t put a gun to her head. I do believe I’m playing by the rules you put forth, sister dear.”

Kelly’s knuckles were white as she clutched her cane. “I hate you.”

The smile instantly fell from Marcus’ face. That was something his twin had never said to him before, and with the look in her eyes he almost believed it. “You don’t have your bruiser with you today,” he said finally, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. She was not allowed to speak to him that way.

Kelly twitched and looked over her shoulder as she began backing away toward the door. With her hobble, Marcus easily made it out from behind his desk and to the door, slamming it shut before she could reach it.

“I want to be nice to you, Kelly. I have all these wonderful things I want to do with you and this beautiful life planned out for us, but you just keep pissing me off,” Marcus said, trying to keep his temper under control as he advanced toward his twin. “I was annoyed at first, but then I thought it was cute you wanted to try and play against me.

“Those little near fatal accidents I’ve been having, just knowing you planned them made me proud and it was sexy knowing you as that much effort into me as I do into you,” he continued. “But just because I’m moving a pawn that you allowed into the game in a way you didn’t want and suddenly the game’s not going your way, you can’t just throw a fit.”

“Right, that’s what you do,” Kelly virtually spat at him.

Marcus closed the gap between them quickly and shoved his sister hard enough she fell to the floor. “I’m not scared of you any more,” Kelly said as he kicked the cane out of her grasp and fisted his hand in her hair.

“I know,” he said as he pushed her face into the carpet and held her there, “but I mean to change that back.”

Marcus knelt down and let out a sigh as he straddled his sister’s body and let go of her hair. He used the weight of his own body to hold her down on her stomach as he brushed her hair back and began laying kisses against the back of her neck, caressing her shoulders. His anger faded almost instantly.

“God, when was the last time I had a chance to touch you like this,” he moaned into her ear, closing his eyes and enjoying the smell of her floral shampoo and the slight salty scent of her sweat. She was trembling just a little under his touch, but doing a marvelous job of trying to hide it.

“The night you forced me to give you a handjob and busted my knee,” Kelly answered, utterly ruining the moment. “The last time you flaunted fucking around with my friend.”

Marcus let out a guttural little sound of annoyance as he opened his eyes. “This is why it always has to get ugly with you, sister. I’d be nice to you if you would just be obedient,” he said as he moved his hands beneath her and started to undo the buttons of her shirt. “I love you, Kelly. Don’t ever say you hate me again. I might not be able to control my anger next time.”

Kelly did not reply, she merely lay on the ground as he kissed and fondled and undressed her. The lack of a fight disappointed Marcus, if she wasn’t going o respond to his gentle ministrations, he at least wanted to wrestle and smack her around a little. But he waited until she was down to her underwear to provoke his twin.

“Do you want to know what I did to your little friend after I fucked her like a dog?” he asked conversationally as the bra came off.

“No,” Kelly said, and Marcus delighted in watching the way the muscles in her back tensed.

“Don’t be shy. For you I’m happy to kiss and tell,” he said as he ran his hand over her bared skin. “I did fuck her like a dog, you know. She loved it.”

Kelly clenched her fists in the carpet.

“After that, the cunt let me fuck her in the ass,” Marcus continued, grinding his erection against Kelly’s buttocks as he noticed the clock on the wall was at a quarter to four. “She didn’t even hesitate when I told her I wanted to stick my cock there. She told me she wanted it. You would have been proud of me. I was a gentleman and lubed her hole up before I fucked her cute little ass, but she still cried when I put it in.”

“Shut up!” Kelly yelled, pushing up and trying to buck him off.

Marcus grinned as his twin thrust up against him. “It was quite a ride. She’s actually a better fuck than you,” he said as he stood up and grabbed his sister’s hair, pulling her to her feet. “Bigger breasts, too. You’re lucky I love you, Kelly. Any other man would dump you in an instant for a woman like Jasmine that is so willing to do whatever it takes to please him.”

“Then go be with Jasmine,” Kelly nearly snarled as Marcus tugged her over and pressed her against the wall near the large bay window. The reaction surprised him, but he ignored it as he grabbed the curtain cords and tied his twin’s hands over her head.

“Should I tell you what I’m going to do next time I see Miss Jasmine?” he asked, pinning his sister against the wall with his body as he finished knotting the cord.

“Treat her like a dog some more, now that you’ve fucking collared her. She won’t even take that stupid necklace off,” Kelly replied, still trying to struggle against him and the cords. Marcus felt himself getting harder as the thin cords tightened and reddened his twin’s wrists, threatening to slice into them if she struggled much more.

“Actually, I was thinking of titfucking her, so I can see those exquisite nipple rings I gave her as the bounce around and that lovely expression when I come on her face,” Marcus said as he pulled away and took off his tie and pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. “But, if you think I should treat her like a dog, maybe I can have her suck off one of father’s Great Dane’s. I bet she would do it if I asked.”

“Don’t you dare!” Kelly shrieked as Marcus stuffed the balled up handkerchief into her mouth and used the tie to hold the gag in place.

“I won’t. But in return, you have to stand here like a good girl and don’t make any noise while I finish my business,” he said, not even waiting for her to try and answer as he pushed her behind the curtains.

Stepping back he made sure the fall of the curtain looked normal before, looking at the clock as he quickly picked up his sister’s clothes and shoved them into the bottom drawer of his desk. He was collecting the cane when his secretary buzzed him that Mr. Philips had arrived.

The meeting was a successful one. They talked about the expansion of the business into Eastern Europe and discussed the potential of merging some of the subsidiaries with a Chinese company. All the while, Marcus kept stealing glances at the unmoving curtain. A few times he felt the urge to go and check that his sister was still there, but there was no way for her to escape.

He did begin to feel a touch of guilt when the meeting moved on to its second hour. It was intensely painful for his twin to stand for long periods of time on her knee, and the cords had certainly cut into her wrists by now. Approaching the third hour, Marcus started to feel a little panic that the cord might have cut into a vein. Fortunately, the meeting concluded with handshakes and a promise to meet again with contracts in a week before he could give into his worry. As soon as the man was gone Marcus locked the door of his office and ran to the curtain, throwing it aside.

Kelly was still standing there, a tiny amount of blood trickling down her arms, her face red and her cheeks wet from silently sobbing. She managed to raise her head enough to look him in the eyes. Marcus expected a look of rage and anger; instead he found a pleading look that said she’d had enough – a look that asked for rescue. It was way she looked at him when they were children and she was in trouble.

“You’re so beautiful this way,” Marcus said as he untied the gag and kissed his twin. To his surprise she did not fight or try to bite him, for a brief moment he even thought she was kissing back.

He pulled away and started to untie her wrists with a scowl at the deathly pale color of her fingers from the lack of circulation and the way the knot had imbedded itself into her flesh, the only place the cord had actually broken skin. Kelly grimaced as he worked the knot and finally got it undone, then she collapsed against him, unable to support her own weight.

“Good girl,” Marcus said, wrapping on arm around her waist and stroking her hair with his free hand. “I guess father’s Great Danes will have to find another bitch to please them. I really would not have enjoyed making her lick dog cock and then having her suck on mine.”

Kelly nodded slightly, too exhausted to respond.

“I think you deserve a reward for good behavior,” he said as he pushed her back up against the wall. “And I think I deserve a reward for how my meeting went.”

“No,” Kelly said weakly, shaking her head but otherwise doing nothing to fight as Marcus carefully used his body to hold her in place as he unzipped his pants and took out his erection.

“You want it, don’t you?” he whispered into her ear as he lifted her leg up, hooking her injured knee over his arm so she was balanced on one leg and against the wall. She let out a shuddering breath of relief at no longer being on her bad leg, even as Marcus thrust into her.

Kelly let out a muffled cry, squeezing her eyes closed and shutting her mouth tight as Marcus began to move, pumping rhythmically in and out of her body. After all the time apart, Marcus was reminded of how his sister’s body really was the best as it clenched around him perfectly. To keep from slipping down the wall, his sister wrapped her arms around his shoulders to stabilize herself. He could feel her hard nipples through his dress shirt and her short nails digging into his shoulders as she clutched him. Her body was warm and she was making small almost mewling sounds, mixed with soft choked sobs in his ear.

This was how it was supposed to be.

Marcus came with a final thrust deep inside his sister’s body and barely managed to catch himself before they both slipped to the floor. After taking a few breaths and enjoying the embrace, he carried his sister over to the couch where he had been talking business with Mr. Philips just a little while ago. He set her down and watched her curl up against the arm, drawing her good leg up against her chest and then pulling her bad leg up beside it. She didn’t look at him, even when he tossed her his suit jacket and went to retrieve the bandages from his desk that he stored their for such a delightful incidents. Next time he vowed to have a proper set of cuffs stored as well.

“Why won’t you just leave Jasmine alone?” Kelly asked as he came and sat down on the table, forcing her to let him tend to her wrists. They were red and had several blood blisters and only were cut where the knot had bitten into it. She flexed her fingers to get the circulation flowing as he worked and Marcus remembered they were already permanently stiff from when he slammed them in the door repeatedly over a year ago.

“Because she’s the only thing that successfully brings you to me,” he answered, gently rubbing over the bandage as he wrapped it.

“She’s a person, not a thing,” Kelly replied and Marcus ignored it as he grabbed her other wrist, the cuts were a little deeper there.

“Why didn’t you tell Father I was the one that beat you? That it wasn’t an accident?” he asked suddenly. It was bothering him. Kelly could end this at any time if she told their Father what he had done, what he was doing.

Kelly did not answer and when Marcus finally looked at her, she was staring at a point on the ceiling and not at him. “Have I ever told on you?” she said at last, dropping her gaze to look at him. “I have more pride than you give me credit for. You and Father always fix my problems for me. I’m going to do it myself this time.”

“Kelly,” Marcus began, but his twin pulled her arm away suddenly.

“I was stupid to come here alone. I was almost asking for this to happen, but I swear, I am going to get back at you and show you what it feels like to be completely helpless and at the mercy of another person before this is over, Marcus,” Kelly declared and was rewarded with a smirk from Marcus.

“You don’t have the guts to do that. It’s taking all you have to arrange those accidents for me,” Marcus replied, crossing his arms over his chest, “and the more you struggle the more I’m going to play with Jasmine, at her behest, of course.”

Kelly pursed her lips together and trembled under his jacket. “Fine. She won’t listen to me to stay away from you anyway,” she said, picking up the bandages from the table next to Marcus and flinging them defiantly into his face. He easily batted them away. “Now, give me my clothes and take me home, Marcus. Father is expecting us both for dinner tonight.”


~*~*~TBC~*~*~
[Thanks so much to all the readers, especially phoenix23!!! Please keep reading, and I love reviews to tell me how I'm doing.]