My Sister, My Slut

Chapter 4


Marcus stared at the grandfather clock in the foyer of the house for a moment before he started up toward his sister’s room again. Kelly fell to sleep while he was bandaging her injuries after the bath and Marcus decided to let her rest for a while, so the blood could finish clotting and begin to scab. However, it was half past midnight now and there was little time left.

His unfortunate fit of temper earlier forced his hand and might have ruined years of mental torment designed to make his sister think of no one but him, even if those thoughts were hate filled. The upshot was that he had been able to see his sister bloody and at his mercy, falling at his feet and pleading with him. Not to mention seeing her naked and finally bearing witness to the scar he gave her so many years ago. Now, all he needed was a little luck that she was closer to the hopeless breaking point than she seemed when she defied him earlier.

Marcus walked into his twin’s room for the seventh time and closed the door, this time turning the lock even though he knew on one would come. The lights were on and Kelly was nestled naked under the covers, which he walked over and yanked from the bed. The sudden rush of cold air along her bare flesh startled his sister awake and she blinked around in confusion before pushing up to look at him. Some of the fear was gone from his nice treatment the past few hours, but she was still very leery of him as she pulled her legs up to her chest.

“What are you doing, Marcus?” she asked, her body trembling as she caught sight of the expression in his eyes.

For years Marcus had been thinking of what to say when the moment came that he took his sister. He knew the first time would not be consensual and that he would have to keep at it until she succumb to her fate and understood that she was his twin and they would always be together, that no one could come between them. Over time she would learn to enjoy it. He did not plan on being sadistic every time they had sex and he imagined he might even give in to her sexual fantasies in the future, after he was certain he had erased any memories of the hated Hayden.

“You’re unlovable to anyone but me, Kelly,” he finally said, rounding the bed before she could react and fisting his hand in her hair at the base of her neck. She looked up at him in utter terror, but did not move. “You are mine and only mine.”

He forced her into a kiss, holding her hair tight to keep her from moving and grabbing her right wrist when it moved to strike him. The left hand was still free, hitting him and clawing at his shirt as she tried to move her legs into a position to kick him as she bit his lip. Marcus used his weight to force her down, slamming her against the bed and pressing her hard on her bruised shoulder as he pinned her legs with his own. She screamed into his mouth, fist pounding his shoulder, but he did not release her from the kiss until she was breathless.

“That was nice, wouldn’t you say?” Marcus said, pulling back and licking the blood from his lip where she bit him.

“Get away from me,” Kelly whimpered, trying to push him off with her free hand. He let out a sigh of annoyance, releasing her hair and catching her other wrist, pinning them both above her head.

“Kelly. I’m not going to lie to you any more,” he said, leaning down so their noses almost touched. “I like it when you bleed. I like it when you’re miserable. I love it when you cry. And I have never been more turned on by anything than I have by your performance this evening. However, I cannot condone you hurting yourself any more tonight, as you might do permeate damage. Lie back and relax. I promise you I’m better at this than Hayden was.”

“You bastard! Are you really my twin?” Kelly asked in a cracking voice.

All expression drained from Marcus’ face as he leaned away and released his sister’s wrists. “That,” he said in a cold tone as he undid his belt and pulled it off, “was the wrong thing to say. I didn’t want to have to punish you any more, but it seems you just can’t be a good girl tonight.”

Tears welled up in his sister’s eyes as she looked the belt taut between his hands.

“Tonight is very special to me, Kelly,” he said, snapping the belt threateningly. “I’m going to make you completely mine. So I’ll give you the choice, since this is also a special day for you. You can apologize to me and take back that slanderous statement, never to question our relation again, and I’ll only give you a few lashes. Then you can submit to me and take pleasure in what any other woman would beg for. Or you can be stubborn and continue to fight me, and I will bind you and beat you and have my way regardless. I will enjoy this special night, Kelly dear. It’s up to you how much you will enjoy or suffer though it.”

She was speechless for a moment, her mouth moving but no words came out as Marcus smirked down at his sister. Once more she burst into tears and tried to cover her face with her hands, but he would not allow that, it was his favorite part. He dropped the belt and snatched her bandaged hands away, capturing both her wrists in one hand as his twin finally managed to find words.

“I don’t understand. You were so cruel to me and is all I was doing was going out to shop with my friends. Then you were nicer then you’ve ever been and I remembered why I’ve always loved my stupid, mean, twisted, twin brother, and now you’re trying to fucking rape me,” Kelly said, her voice switching between screaming and whispers as she cried and beat the back of her head against the bed. “I don’t care any more, Marcus. Beat me, fuck me, kill me or whatever the hell you want. Just do it and leave me alone!”

“Oh, Kelly, Kelly, Kelly,” Marcus said, shaking his head and tightening the grip his one hand had on her slender wrists. “I’m going to do all that and more to you. I already told you I’ve never been so hard in my life than I have seeing you bloody and bruised today. I have a feeling that beating and fucking you is going to be the greatest joy in my life.” She let out a wail of agony at his words as he seized the belt and used it to bind her wrists together and tossed them over her head. “And, someday, I’ll probably kill us both to make sure we leave the world the same way we came to it. Together.”

Marcus leaned down again and gave her an unkind smile. “What I’m saying is, I’ll never leave you alone and I’ll never, ever allow you to leave me. Now, are you going to apologize or not?”

“Please, please, don’t hurt me,” she begged, looking directly into his eyes. “Marcus, please.”

“Kelly!” he shouted, slapping her hard across the face. “I’m getting impatient!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whimpered as her cheek immediately took on a bright red color. “I won’t say it again. I’m sorry, Marcus.” He opened his mouth to say it wasn’t enough, but then she managed to say the one thing that could placate him. “I’m sorry, you’re my twin brother. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry. Just stop, please, stop.”

“I forgive you,” Marcus said, grabbing her chin and leaning down to kiss her again. This time she did not struggle or bite him as he slipped his tongue between her lips, but when he moved his hand down between her legs she began to struggle again, bucking against his body and crossing her legs. She even went so far as to swing her bound hands and club him on the back of the neck with surprising force. For that he bit her lip hard enough to draw blood before pulling away. “So you apologize but you still want to do this the hard way? I never realized you were such a masochist, but I do like it.”

His sister opened her mouth and Marcus grabbed the panties he had removed before the bath, carelessly tossed on the bedside table, and stuffed them in her mouth. “I enjoy the sound of your screechy little voice, but I’ve had enough of it for the evening,” he said as he got off of his twin and off the bed, walking over to the windows and grabbing the braided cords, picking up the one he used to hold the closet shut from the floor.

He turned back to watch Kelly scramble off the bed and crash to the floor, her knees finding jagged pieces of the broken lamp as she made a made lunge for the locked door. Marcus smirked as he casually walked toward the door, making sure to step on the broken glass so she would know he was coming and panic further. She struggled with the lock, her fingers refusing to work after being beaten raw, and the belt lashing her wrists together cutting off circulation. When he reached her she resorted to beating against the door with her bound hands before he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder.

Kelly squirmed and struggled, and Marcus considered dropping his twin on the broken glass on the floor. But he feared she might faint from blood loss if he did that and he wanted her awake for the next step in their relationship. Tossing his sister down on the bed again he straddled her waist to hold her down as he undid the belt from her wrists, wrapping it around her head to hold the gag of her own panties in place. Then he used the curtain cord to tie her wrists to the headboard before moving to do the same with her ankles, spreading her legs apart and tying them to the posts at the foot of the bed.

Examining his work, Marcus smiled as he looked down at his sister, spread eagle on the bed and trembling violently. He knelt down between her legs and reverently kissed the scar on her hip, almost laughing as she tried to get away. “No one else would ever find you beautiful like this,” he said as he sat up and carefully plucked the bits of glass from her each of her knees and lapped at the blood, causing the trembling to increase.

Marcus tossed the glass shards to the ground and stood on the cushioned bench at the end of the bed as he undressed, letting his sister get the full view of what she was lucky enough to have devoted entirely to her. His twin’s watery eyes remained focused on him the entire time and he grinned down at her as he unveiled himself, until he towered over her in nothing. He ran a hand over his erection, purposely bringing her gaze down to it. She suddenly began wriggling in her bonds trying to scoot away as he crouched down and started crawling toward her.

“You must be impressed,” he said as he moved closer. “I know you don’t have much experience, but I’m sure you know a good cock when you see it. I bet your salivating under that gag, wanting it between your lips and down your throat, but not tonight.”

Kelly’s brows were knit together and she shook her head as he settled over her.

“No, nothing kinky tonight,” he said, more to himself than her as he settled between her legs. “I want this to be special. Just the two of us making love for the first time.”

Marcus kissed the belt over her mouth and stroked her hair back as he positioned himself. He was still a little annoyed at having his hand rejected earlier, therefore he wasn’t giving Kelly any warning before he pushed inside. Her body arched up against him, and even through the belt and the stuffed mouth, he could hear her scream as he thrust his full length into her body.

His sister was just as warm and tight as he imagined she would be, his twin was the perfect fit. As she began bucking and struggling, Marcus began pumping in and out of her body with swift, hard thrusts. She pulled the cord around her wrists taut and he was sure she was doing the same at her ankles, trying to get away or stop him. He ignored it as he delighted in her body, closing his eyes as he reached down and grabbed her hip, running his thumb across the scar even as he held her in place.

When the pushed inside, Kelly hadn’t been wet at all, but now he could feel a sticky warmth around his erection. Blood, he thought, which only excited him more as he plunged into his sister’s body with more demanding thrusts, hurrying toward his climax. His balls clenched and he buried himself deep inside her tight body, arching his own back and letting out a sound of triumph as he came.

For a moment Marcus remained there, braced above his sister, a grin on his face before he moved and pulled out. His twin was pale and shaking like leaf in utter exhausting. Tears streaked her cheeks again, and whether they were from pain or terror, they were lovely and the perfect finish to such a special event.

“Mine, all mine,” Marcus said, caressing his sister’s body as she fainted away into a deep sleep. He reached up and stroked her cheek. “My twin, my sister,” he said as he leaned forward and whispered into her unhearing ear, “soon to be my faithful slut.”



~*~*~TBC~*~*~

(Hope I still have people willing to read after this chapter.)