My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 3


It was almost an hour and a half before Marcus heard his twin sister trying to summon her maid. He left the room to deal with the erection from seeing his sister in such a state and decided to stay away until she tried to call someone. He had begun to worry she passed out due to blood loss and was working out an excuse before calling a doctor when he heard the chime. The chime went off twice more before he got up and slowly walked up to Kelly’s room, rapping softly and letting himself inside.

Three lamps had fallen victim to his sister’s thrashing about, as well as her feet by the looks of the scratches and cuts on them, before she found her way to the room’s main light switch. Kelly looked at him like a terrified animal as he came into the room.

“I was ringing for Meredith,” she said, and Marcus wasn’t sure if it was to explain her actions or to warn him that she thought someone else would be coming soon.

“I know. Meredith is off tonight,” Marcus said, putting his hands in his pockets and deciding it was an explanation. She knew anyone coming was pointless. The staff knew who would be signing their checks once their father died. And, while Marcus had never done anything quite like this before, the staff had never come to Kelly’s rescue when he was pulling her hair or verbally cutting her down before either. “I thought maybe I could help.”

“No! I – ” Kelly trailed off and looked away from him. Her voice was already getting better.

“I thought I suggested you get some sleep,” Marcus said, walking toward her.

“I tried,” she said softly, talking into her chest. “But I couldn’t, so I thought I’d take a bath.”

“I can draw a bath for you,” Marcus said as he rounded the bed and came to stand over her, bits of class crackling under his shoes. “I’ll even rebandage your hands after you’re done.”

Kelly looked up in surprise, blue eyes welling with tears again. “Why are you being so nice to me? You’re never nice to me.”

He supposed that was true and began reevaluating his tactics. Breaking her was a priority, but showing her occasional bouts of kindness were bound to endear her to him. He looked into the blue eyes and smiled. “I may not be nice, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,” he finally decided was the response he would give. “Let me go draw you a bath.”

Marcus turned and walked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the faucet. It was a roomy bathtub with a gentle slope that would be perfect to lay his exhausted and helpless sister on. He hooked his foot under a stool hidden in the corner of the bathroom and dragged it over, setting it near the tub and waiting until it was full. He tested the water, which was entirely too hot, but that would be just right when he got Kelly out of her clothes.

His sister had not moved while he was in the bathroom. She was still sitting on the bed with a dejected posture, her chin tucked against her chest. “I thought you wanted to take a bath,” he said, purposely stepping on broken glass to get her attention.

“I’m sorry,” she said, jerking her head up and turning toward him. “I was thinking.”

“I believe that’s what this has all been about,” Marcus said with a smile. He nodded his head as he took a step toward her. “Let me help you out of those clothes.” She shrank backwards as he reached his hand out and he let out a long suffering sigh. “I’m your twin brother, what do you think I’m going to do to you?”

In his mind he could not help but laugh that whatever crossed her mind at that moment was exactly what he intended for her.

“Sorry,” she said in a low whisper, allowing him to help her out of her shirt and jeans. She wrapped her arms around herself when she was just in her underwear, a set of matching black lace bra and panties. Marcus was not happy at the thought she had been parading around in such sexy lingerie, but he was also pleased that the first time he saw her undressed she was not wearing boring something boring.

“Off with them,” Marcus said, trying to play as nonchalant as possible and hide the bulge of his pants. “Come on. Your bath is getting cold.”

“I can’t undo the bra with my hands like this,” Kelly said, trembling a little as she turned her back toward him. “Will you undo it, Marcus?”

Marcus imagined how delightful it would be to grab a fistful of his sister’s hair, push her down on her stomach, tear the flimsy panties away, and hold her there while he fucked her senseless as she struggled against him. Instead, he reached out and undid the clasp and watched as Kelly removed and then maneuvered her panties off. Then she tried to keep her back to him, scooting off the bed to go to the bath, but Marcus scooped her into his arms instead.

She let out a cry and looked at him with those terrified eyes. “Your feet are all cut up, you klutz,” he said as he carried her into the bathroom and lowered her into the warm water. She winced as her bruised shoulders touched the porcelain and then forced herself to relax into it as she closed her eyes.

He sat down on the stool next to the tub and unwrapped the soaked bandages from her hands and shoulders, almost surprised that she let him without giving him that look or even opening her eyes. She just let him do as he wished. Then again, he had been trying to break her to this point since he was ten.

As he finished, Marcus found himself staring down at a jagged scar on her left hip that had been hidden by her underwear. He knew it was there, of course, since he was the one that gave it to her. But he had never seen it before.

It happened the day he came to terms with the realization that he loved his sister and he wanted to hurt her, and that he could do both and his twin would have to accept it.

They were in the fifth grade at the time. Back then Kelly had been good at making friends, everyone in the class wanted to hang around her, especially a boy that Marcus no longer remembered the name of. The boy was always around his sister and it annoyed him. He allowed it only because their mother told him not to be possessive, that they were twins but that did not mean they always had to be together. Marcus did not agree then and violently disagreed now. He was almost happy when his mother died a couple years later and could no longer tell him such things.

In any case, the boy always did whatever Kelly said. One day, during recess, Marcus overheard his sister telling the boy that she wished he were her twin and not Marcus.

The boy went down after the first hit, but Marcus kept hitting him and kicking him on the ground, causing the other children to scream and run for the nearest adult. He wanted to make the boy go away, so he took the key out of his pocket and put it between his fingers like the self-defense teacher told him and swung his fist at the boy.

But Kelly got in the way and he hit her hard, the key ripping through her summer dress and tearing flesh. She cried out and clutched her hip as blood began to stain the pale material. Marcus dropped the bloody key on the ground in horror, tears welled up in his eyes as he ran forward and tackled his sister to the ground. He shook her, slamming her head into the sand, and screamed as he began to cry that he was her twin, her only brother.

When the adults came, hollering and horrified, they quickly gathered up the unconscious boy and pulled the still screaming Marcus off his incoherently sobbing sister. One of the adults was yelling at him to stop as he tried to get away from them and reach his sister, watching as one of them helped her up and fretted at the blood seeping through the dress.

Marcus was uncontrollable, kicking and actually biting one of the adults. Someone decided he was hysterical and tried to slap him, but again Kelly got in the way. Her head flew to the side in such a way that Marcus thought the adult had killed her. But his sister got up immediately and latched her arms around his neck, sobbing that they couldn’t hurt her brother and that she was sorry, so he should stop being angry.

It took a lot of money to cover up that mess, but Marcus never had to see the boy again.

It was even more expensive to get Hayden out of the way.

“What are you doing?”

The panicked voice instantly snapped Marcus out of his reverie as he realized his hand was in the water, reaching for the scar. He looked up at Kelly wide eyes and then down at the scar, moving further down and stroking his fingers across it.

“I was curious about the scar,” he said. His sister did not flinch away from his touch as much as he expected her to.

“It’s the one from when we were ten,” she said quietly, not knowing he had been remembering exactly how she got it. She had no idea what the scar symbolized in his deranged mind or that it was the cause of the way he treated her. The thought made him smile a little in a very sinister way.

“Are you ready to get out?” he asked, pulling his hand back and standing up from the stool under Kelly’s curious gaze, even as she nodded. Marcus pulled her up and set her on the edge of the tub, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her before carrying her back to the bed.

Someday he would tell his twin about what the scar meant to him; someday when she was fully broken and well and truly his. When she became his perfect sister and his perfect little slut, when she learned never to look beyond him for anything.

However, until she became that perfect person, he would just have to continue tormenting her.


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