My Sister, My Slut
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
32,121
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 6
Chapter 6
Marcus temporality moved his twin to a different room after their special night together. It was in a part of the manor that was rarely ever used or visited.
He told a handful of his most loyal servants she was there, that she had suffered a complete mental breakdown and needed to be confined until she stopped hurting herself and spouting such horrible accusations of rape and incest. The chosen servants pitied her a great deal after they saw her. Marcus laughed when he heard them whispering that she was such a weak girl and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened, it was just a shame she fixated her madness on her caring brother. The rest of the staff simply believed their mistress had gone off with her friends during the vacation and seemed unconcerned by her absence.
Collecting a tray from the kitchen, Marcus walked down the empty corridor to the room his sister was in, unlocking it and letting himself inside. The room was small and had no windows, though there was a bathroom and a tiny closet with a lock on the outside of the door attached. There was a dresser off to the side of the door and a large cabinet with a television inside, but the main furnishing was the king-sized bed with the grand headboard.
Kelly was on the bed, leaning up against the headboard and watching him with open distrust as he walked toward her and set the tray down on the nightstand. “I brought you something to eat,” he said with a grin as he leaned forward. “Don’t I get a kiss?”
Her face contorted and she shrank back, clutching the blankets to her chest with shaky bandaged hands. “Don’t touch me,” she said in the smallest little whisper.
“Relax. I have no intention of fucking you for a while,” Marcus said with a little smirk as he sat down on the bed. “Doctor’s orders. You’re strictly off limits until you heal up from our last session. Though,” he leaned forward and caught Kelly’s cheek, running his thumb over his twin’s lips, “there are other orifices that likely would do you no damage.”
“I will bite it off if you try,” Kelly muttered in weak defiance. Marcus decided not to slap her for it, though she was testing his patience and goodwill.
“They sell devices to prevent that, you know,” he said instead, a cruel smile curving his lips. “I’ve considered it many times when thinking of how to love you, Kelly.” She looked at him in horror and he began to describe it. “It’s a silver cylinder that goes in the mouth and holds back the teeth, and it straps into place around the head like a gag. Imagine, Kelly, it would effectively render your mouth an undefended hole for me to fuck to my hearts content. Wouldn’t that be delightful?”
She whimpered and shied away from his touch.
“Your friend Jasmine came looking for you, today,” Marcus said conversationally as he pulled his hand away. He decided to leave out the fact that Liara had been with her. “We had a nice conversation. She was sad to hear you ditched them, but understands that spending time with your father in Europe will be much more entertaining. She hopes you enjoy yourself.”
Kelly’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then covered it with her bandaged hands as if to protect it. Marcus almost laughed.
“I think you’re starting to understand. No one is looking for you, Kelly. No one even wonders where you are or why you might have taken off. Even the staff thinks you’ve had a mental breakdown and won’t believe a word you say. One pretty little lie and everyone shrug the thought of you aside,” he said, punctuating the statement with a shrug of his own shoulders. “You’re lucky to have a brother like me that cares about such a dim-witted, ugly sister like you.”
“Marcus, why are you doing this?” Kelly said, her hands still protecting her mouth as she whimpered her question.
“Because, in spite of your many faults, your utter lack of talent, and the fact that I could have any woman I wanted, you are my twin and I love you,” he answered honestly.
Kelly did not reply, she simply shook her head.
Marcus stood up from the bed and grabbed the blankets, pulling them off in a rush of air. His sister screamed and dove after them, her hands clawing at the bed sheets as she missed the blankets. She looked up at him with fearful eyes and he frowned. “I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you for a while, Kelly. Stop acting like that.”
His twin shuddered violently and gathered herself up, watching his every move as he sat down on the bed again. Looking at her he wished the servants caring for her had not brought her a something to convalesce in, the thin pink nightgown obscured the view of her bruised body. He let out a little sight of resentment as he reached forward and grabbed her ankle.
Kelly shrieked as he did.
“Stop that!” he ordered, raising his free hand as if to strike her. She winced and threw up her arms, the wailing dying in her throat. “I only wanted to explain something and this is the thanks I get,” he nearly snarled. The meeting with her insipid friends had put him in a worse mood than he realized, but there would be an upside to it that allowed him to calm down. He touched the heavy black cuff encasing her left ankle and forced a smile.
“This is one of those devices the police use when putting a person under house arrest. Though, this one is far more accurate. If you try to leave the premises,” Marcus said, stroking her calf above the anklet, “I’ll know immediately.”
Kelly lowered her hands and looked at him, shaking her head once more as he continued. “Right now it’s programmed to notify me if you leave this room. If you are a good girl, as I know you can be, I will soon give you the reign of the manor and you can return to your own room. You will have to be very good, though.
“And if, though I know you would never do such a thing, but if you try and remove the anklet,” he went on as his hand moved up her calf to the back of her trembling knee, “it will notify me and give off an electric shock.”
“I’m not your pet,” Kelly squeaked out, yanking her ankle away from him.
Marcus frowned at her as he stood up from the bed. “You’ve been very unkind to me, Kelly, and after I loved you so well last night and had a doctor tend to you. I think I’ve been very good to you and this selfish, snotty attitude is my reward?”
His twin scooted away from him to the other side of the bed and he scowled. “I love you, Kelly, but I thought you understood that I’m not above punishing you to make you a better person.”
Marcus nodded toward the tray he brought to the room. “Make sure you eat. It’ll be your last meal for a couple days. I hope you will pardon me if I’m unavailable to see you, but I think the solitude will give you time to reflect on your actions.” The tension in his sister’s shoulders seemed to loosen the tiniest amount and he regarded her with a very malicious smirk. “The servants will have to bring you a meal Saturday since I have an engagement with Jasmine to keep, since you are being such a little bitch.”
Kelly went pale and she opened her mouth to protest, but Marcus turned on his heels and marched out of the room and locked it behind himself. As he walked down the corridor he almost laughed as the sound of the tray and all its contents hitting the wall.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~
Marcus temporality moved his twin to a different room after their special night together. It was in a part of the manor that was rarely ever used or visited.
He told a handful of his most loyal servants she was there, that she had suffered a complete mental breakdown and needed to be confined until she stopped hurting herself and spouting such horrible accusations of rape and incest. The chosen servants pitied her a great deal after they saw her. Marcus laughed when he heard them whispering that she was such a weak girl and it was only a matter of time before something like this happened, it was just a shame she fixated her madness on her caring brother. The rest of the staff simply believed their mistress had gone off with her friends during the vacation and seemed unconcerned by her absence.
Collecting a tray from the kitchen, Marcus walked down the empty corridor to the room his sister was in, unlocking it and letting himself inside. The room was small and had no windows, though there was a bathroom and a tiny closet with a lock on the outside of the door attached. There was a dresser off to the side of the door and a large cabinet with a television inside, but the main furnishing was the king-sized bed with the grand headboard.
Kelly was on the bed, leaning up against the headboard and watching him with open distrust as he walked toward her and set the tray down on the nightstand. “I brought you something to eat,” he said with a grin as he leaned forward. “Don’t I get a kiss?”
Her face contorted and she shrank back, clutching the blankets to her chest with shaky bandaged hands. “Don’t touch me,” she said in the smallest little whisper.
“Relax. I have no intention of fucking you for a while,” Marcus said with a little smirk as he sat down on the bed. “Doctor’s orders. You’re strictly off limits until you heal up from our last session. Though,” he leaned forward and caught Kelly’s cheek, running his thumb over his twin’s lips, “there are other orifices that likely would do you no damage.”
“I will bite it off if you try,” Kelly muttered in weak defiance. Marcus decided not to slap her for it, though she was testing his patience and goodwill.
“They sell devices to prevent that, you know,” he said instead, a cruel smile curving his lips. “I’ve considered it many times when thinking of how to love you, Kelly.” She looked at him in horror and he began to describe it. “It’s a silver cylinder that goes in the mouth and holds back the teeth, and it straps into place around the head like a gag. Imagine, Kelly, it would effectively render your mouth an undefended hole for me to fuck to my hearts content. Wouldn’t that be delightful?”
She whimpered and shied away from his touch.
“Your friend Jasmine came looking for you, today,” Marcus said conversationally as he pulled his hand away. He decided to leave out the fact that Liara had been with her. “We had a nice conversation. She was sad to hear you ditched them, but understands that spending time with your father in Europe will be much more entertaining. She hopes you enjoy yourself.”
Kelly’s eyes widened and she opened her mouth, then covered it with her bandaged hands as if to protect it. Marcus almost laughed.
“I think you’re starting to understand. No one is looking for you, Kelly. No one even wonders where you are or why you might have taken off. Even the staff thinks you’ve had a mental breakdown and won’t believe a word you say. One pretty little lie and everyone shrug the thought of you aside,” he said, punctuating the statement with a shrug of his own shoulders. “You’re lucky to have a brother like me that cares about such a dim-witted, ugly sister like you.”
“Marcus, why are you doing this?” Kelly said, her hands still protecting her mouth as she whimpered her question.
“Because, in spite of your many faults, your utter lack of talent, and the fact that I could have any woman I wanted, you are my twin and I love you,” he answered honestly.
Kelly did not reply, she simply shook her head.
Marcus stood up from the bed and grabbed the blankets, pulling them off in a rush of air. His sister screamed and dove after them, her hands clawing at the bed sheets as she missed the blankets. She looked up at him with fearful eyes and he frowned. “I told you I wasn’t going to fuck you for a while, Kelly. Stop acting like that.”
His twin shuddered violently and gathered herself up, watching his every move as he sat down on the bed again. Looking at her he wished the servants caring for her had not brought her a something to convalesce in, the thin pink nightgown obscured the view of her bruised body. He let out a little sight of resentment as he reached forward and grabbed her ankle.
Kelly shrieked as he did.
“Stop that!” he ordered, raising his free hand as if to strike her. She winced and threw up her arms, the wailing dying in her throat. “I only wanted to explain something and this is the thanks I get,” he nearly snarled. The meeting with her insipid friends had put him in a worse mood than he realized, but there would be an upside to it that allowed him to calm down. He touched the heavy black cuff encasing her left ankle and forced a smile.
“This is one of those devices the police use when putting a person under house arrest. Though, this one is far more accurate. If you try to leave the premises,” Marcus said, stroking her calf above the anklet, “I’ll know immediately.”
Kelly lowered her hands and looked at him, shaking her head once more as he continued. “Right now it’s programmed to notify me if you leave this room. If you are a good girl, as I know you can be, I will soon give you the reign of the manor and you can return to your own room. You will have to be very good, though.
“And if, though I know you would never do such a thing, but if you try and remove the anklet,” he went on as his hand moved up her calf to the back of her trembling knee, “it will notify me and give off an electric shock.”
“I’m not your pet,” Kelly squeaked out, yanking her ankle away from him.
Marcus frowned at her as he stood up from the bed. “You’ve been very unkind to me, Kelly, and after I loved you so well last night and had a doctor tend to you. I think I’ve been very good to you and this selfish, snotty attitude is my reward?”
His twin scooted away from him to the other side of the bed and he scowled. “I love you, Kelly, but I thought you understood that I’m not above punishing you to make you a better person.”
Marcus nodded toward the tray he brought to the room. “Make sure you eat. It’ll be your last meal for a couple days. I hope you will pardon me if I’m unavailable to see you, but I think the solitude will give you time to reflect on your actions.” The tension in his sister’s shoulders seemed to loosen the tiniest amount and he regarded her with a very malicious smirk. “The servants will have to bring you a meal Saturday since I have an engagement with Jasmine to keep, since you are being such a little bitch.”
Kelly went pale and she opened her mouth to protest, but Marcus turned on his heels and marched out of the room and locked it behind himself. As he walked down the corridor he almost laughed as the sound of the tray and all its contents hitting the wall.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~