My Sister, My Slut
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
32,115
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
It was four hours before Marcus went back to his sister’s room, silently opening and closing the door before walking across the room in bare feet. He stood in front of the barred closet and regarded it for a few minutes. There was no pounding and wailing now, though he could hear the quiet sounds of sniffling and labored breathing. Slowly, he turned and sat on the bench at the end of the bed, laying a first aid kit next to him.
“You’ve been quite a bad girl, Kelly. Are you ready to apologize to me?” he called after a moment more of listening to the pitiful sounds from within.
There was a scrambling inside the closet and a thud against the door. “Marcus, are you going to let me out now? Please,” his twin’s hoarse voice asked, quiet and cracking on every word.
“Are you going to apologize?” he responded coldly.
“I don’t know why you’re mad,” she said, and he could hear the sobs beginning again. “I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
“I guess you haven’t learned your lesson,” Marcus said, making a noisy show of standing up. “I’ll come back when you’re ready to apologize.”
“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Marcus. I was wrong and I’ll never do it again!” Kelly yelled, much louder than he thought her hoarse throat would allow. “Please, please. Let me out of here.”
There was virtually no hope that he would actually do so in those words, and that was the only reason that Marcus moved the vanity out of the way and untied the cords to let her out. When he opened the doors she fell limply to the floor at his feet and he had to keep a tight rein on himself not to smile in delight at the sight of her, though other parts of him reacted automatically.
Kelly was an utter mess as she lay in a heap there, the black sweater gone and leaving only the tank top she had been wearing underneath. Her black hair was in disarray from being clawed and pulled at in despair. There were scratch makers on her arms from idle hands needing to take out their desperation on flesh. Tear tracks stained her cheeks and the red lipstick was smudged across in chin. Her shoulders were bruised and one was bloody from being rammed against the door, and her hands were an absolute mess, raw and bloody pulp from pounding against the door. Two or three of the finely done nails were missing as well, pulled clean off from scratching wood and flesh.
Marcus thought she had never seemed lovelier to him as she lay helpless and broken at his feet.
“Why are you always so mean to me?” she cried weakly after a moment of lying there. The tears began to well in her blue eyes once more as she looked up at him, begging for an answer that she might understand.
“Oh, Kelly,” he said in a gentle voice as he knelt down in front of her. “It’s not that I’m mean, it’s that you deserve the punishment. You’re such a bad girl. Everything I’ve done is to make you a good girl.”
She opened her mouth and then pursed her lips together, looking away from him burying her face in the carpet to sob.
“See. It works,” he said, touching and unbruised part of her shoulder and willing his hand not to stroke it. “You held your tongue and didn’t say anything hurtful to me because you did not want to be punished any more.”
He let his sister cry for a while, until she couldn’t cry any more and she attempted to move. “Let me help you,” he said, pleased when she offered not resistance as he lifted her from the floor and carried her over to the bed. He laid her against the pillows and brushed the tangled hair from her face.
“Why,” she began, then bit her lip as she gave a wary look at the closet before turning back to Marcus. “What did I do to be punished? I didn’t think I was being a bad girl. My grades have been good.”
“Oh, your work in college has been exemplary,” Marcus said, stroking the side of her face gently. It was sort of fun to play the nice guy every once in a while, and the confused look on his sister’s face was delightful. “It’s the trampy way you’ve been dressing and acting that has us worried. Not good for the family image.”
“I haven’t been acting like a tramp?” his twin said, and it was the questioning tone in her voice that kept her from another four hours in the closet.
“Dad and I both noticed. So did you friend Liara. She asked me about it the other day,” Marcus said, shaking his head and watching that defiance he glimpsed earlier crumble. He leaned close and whispered. “Dad even said he was ashamed of what a filthy slut he raised.”
“Dad thinks I act like a slut?” Kelly said in her hoarse voice, whimpering and impossibly seeming ready to cry more.
“I think he was just upset,” Marcus said, standing up and collecting the first aid kit from the foot of the bed. “But the point is we’ve all noticed it. The make-up, the tight and revealing cloths, the sudden trips to get your hair and nails done. You’re just making yourself up to look ridiculous and throw yourself at men. You need to have more self respect and understand that your money is the only reason any man would ever really want you.”
Kelly’s lower lip trembled as he sat down again and opened the kit.
“You’re not an attractive girl, Kelly. All these years I’ve told you this. It’s not because I want to be mean. I’m your twin brother, you can’t possibly think that lowly of me when I love you so,” Marcus continued, pretending not to notice when she turned her face away from him. “It’s because I don’t want you to get your hopes up with all this romantic bullshit you’re always reading. There is no prince charming for you.”
“Hayden,” his sister began.
“Is dead,” he finished before she could go any further. He grit his teeth in anger that she even mentioned that name and poured iodine over a bloody hand without warning. To his delight she screamed and he decided to let her impertinence pass as he tended to the rest of her injuries in silence, wrapping her hands and bandaging her shoulders.
When he was done he stood up and touched her shoulder gently. She did not move, staring blankly at an indistinct point on the wall. “Kelly,” he said in a very soft voice, leaning down an whispering directly into her ear. “I hope you understand this was for your own good and have learned your lesson.”
“Yes,” she croaked back.
Marcus smiled as he stood up, packing the kit and leaving the room. “Get some sleep,” he called over his shoulder as he walked out, turning off the light as he did. The smile turned into a grin as he listened to the movement inside the room as his twin tried to turn on the light next to her bed and found it not working. It crashed to the floor a moment later and Marcus walked away chuckling as he listened to more thrashing.
His sister would have to either make it to the bathroom lights or the main lights to find ones that worked.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~
It was four hours before Marcus went back to his sister’s room, silently opening and closing the door before walking across the room in bare feet. He stood in front of the barred closet and regarded it for a few minutes. There was no pounding and wailing now, though he could hear the quiet sounds of sniffling and labored breathing. Slowly, he turned and sat on the bench at the end of the bed, laying a first aid kit next to him.
“You’ve been quite a bad girl, Kelly. Are you ready to apologize to me?” he called after a moment more of listening to the pitiful sounds from within.
There was a scrambling inside the closet and a thud against the door. “Marcus, are you going to let me out now? Please,” his twin’s hoarse voice asked, quiet and cracking on every word.
“Are you going to apologize?” he responded coldly.
“I don’t know why you’re mad,” she said, and he could hear the sobs beginning again. “I don’t think I did anything wrong.”
“I guess you haven’t learned your lesson,” Marcus said, making a noisy show of standing up. “I’ll come back when you’re ready to apologize.”
“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Marcus. I was wrong and I’ll never do it again!” Kelly yelled, much louder than he thought her hoarse throat would allow. “Please, please. Let me out of here.”
There was virtually no hope that he would actually do so in those words, and that was the only reason that Marcus moved the vanity out of the way and untied the cords to let her out. When he opened the doors she fell limply to the floor at his feet and he had to keep a tight rein on himself not to smile in delight at the sight of her, though other parts of him reacted automatically.
Kelly was an utter mess as she lay in a heap there, the black sweater gone and leaving only the tank top she had been wearing underneath. Her black hair was in disarray from being clawed and pulled at in despair. There were scratch makers on her arms from idle hands needing to take out their desperation on flesh. Tear tracks stained her cheeks and the red lipstick was smudged across in chin. Her shoulders were bruised and one was bloody from being rammed against the door, and her hands were an absolute mess, raw and bloody pulp from pounding against the door. Two or three of the finely done nails were missing as well, pulled clean off from scratching wood and flesh.
Marcus thought she had never seemed lovelier to him as she lay helpless and broken at his feet.
“Why are you always so mean to me?” she cried weakly after a moment of lying there. The tears began to well in her blue eyes once more as she looked up at him, begging for an answer that she might understand.
“Oh, Kelly,” he said in a gentle voice as he knelt down in front of her. “It’s not that I’m mean, it’s that you deserve the punishment. You’re such a bad girl. Everything I’ve done is to make you a good girl.”
She opened her mouth and then pursed her lips together, looking away from him burying her face in the carpet to sob.
“See. It works,” he said, touching and unbruised part of her shoulder and willing his hand not to stroke it. “You held your tongue and didn’t say anything hurtful to me because you did not want to be punished any more.”
He let his sister cry for a while, until she couldn’t cry any more and she attempted to move. “Let me help you,” he said, pleased when she offered not resistance as he lifted her from the floor and carried her over to the bed. He laid her against the pillows and brushed the tangled hair from her face.
“Why,” she began, then bit her lip as she gave a wary look at the closet before turning back to Marcus. “What did I do to be punished? I didn’t think I was being a bad girl. My grades have been good.”
“Oh, your work in college has been exemplary,” Marcus said, stroking the side of her face gently. It was sort of fun to play the nice guy every once in a while, and the confused look on his sister’s face was delightful. “It’s the trampy way you’ve been dressing and acting that has us worried. Not good for the family image.”
“I haven’t been acting like a tramp?” his twin said, and it was the questioning tone in her voice that kept her from another four hours in the closet.
“Dad and I both noticed. So did you friend Liara. She asked me about it the other day,” Marcus said, shaking his head and watching that defiance he glimpsed earlier crumble. He leaned close and whispered. “Dad even said he was ashamed of what a filthy slut he raised.”
“Dad thinks I act like a slut?” Kelly said in her hoarse voice, whimpering and impossibly seeming ready to cry more.
“I think he was just upset,” Marcus said, standing up and collecting the first aid kit from the foot of the bed. “But the point is we’ve all noticed it. The make-up, the tight and revealing cloths, the sudden trips to get your hair and nails done. You’re just making yourself up to look ridiculous and throw yourself at men. You need to have more self respect and understand that your money is the only reason any man would ever really want you.”
Kelly’s lower lip trembled as he sat down again and opened the kit.
“You’re not an attractive girl, Kelly. All these years I’ve told you this. It’s not because I want to be mean. I’m your twin brother, you can’t possibly think that lowly of me when I love you so,” Marcus continued, pretending not to notice when she turned her face away from him. “It’s because I don’t want you to get your hopes up with all this romantic bullshit you’re always reading. There is no prince charming for you.”
“Hayden,” his sister began.
“Is dead,” he finished before she could go any further. He grit his teeth in anger that she even mentioned that name and poured iodine over a bloody hand without warning. To his delight she screamed and he decided to let her impertinence pass as he tended to the rest of her injuries in silence, wrapping her hands and bandaging her shoulders.
When he was done he stood up and touched her shoulder gently. She did not move, staring blankly at an indistinct point on the wall. “Kelly,” he said in a very soft voice, leaning down an whispering directly into her ear. “I hope you understand this was for your own good and have learned your lesson.”
“Yes,” she croaked back.
Marcus smiled as he stood up, packing the kit and leaving the room. “Get some sleep,” he called over his shoulder as he walked out, turning off the light as he did. The smile turned into a grin as he listened to the movement inside the room as his twin tried to turn on the light next to her bed and found it not working. It crashed to the floor a moment later and Marcus walked away chuckling as he listened to more thrashing.
His sister would have to either make it to the bathroom lights or the main lights to find ones that worked.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~