My Sister, My Slut
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
32,141
Reviews:
45
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
3
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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 8
Chapter 8
Kelly had earned herself another time-out in the closet.
Marcus looked at the injury in the mirror of the bathroom, blotting the blood seeping from just over his left temple with a washcloth. It wasn’t anything serious; head wounds just bled a lot. It simply caught him off guard when his sister grabbed the alarm clock and hit him upside the head with as much force as her little arms could manage. Marcus smirked at his image in the mirror, and after he had been generous enough to show her the video of his date with Jasmine.
He dabbed at the blood a couple more times, until he was content that it was clotting, before he walked back into his sister’s temporary room. It was a little disappointing that his twin was not throwing herself against the closet this time, screaming and pleading with him to let her out. Though he did hear the occasional whimper and mutter of ‘this can’t be happening’.
Picking up the remote control next to the television, Marcus went and sat on the bed and stared to rewatch his favorite parts of the movie again, with the volume up loud enough that his sister had no choice but to listen. The part where Jasmine admitted that she was only friends with Kelly to gain his favor, where she humiliated herself and begged for his cock, and her moaning and screams during her orgasm. He played through them a few times before stopping it and going over to the closet.
Opening the door he could not hide the smile that tugged on his lips. Watching himself fuck Jasmine caused him to stiffen a little, but seeing his sister’s tear-streaked face looking up at him, that made him rock hard.
“I suppose you understand you did something bad,” he said, leaning in the doorframe so that she could not escape and his shadow completely engulfed her.
“I – I shouldn’t have hit you,” Kelly said through sniffles and sharp intakes of breath.
“Good girl,” Marcus said, nodding approvingly as he casually looked at his nails. “Do you understand what I’ve been telling your for years now, as well? That women like Jasmine only befriend you because of your wealth or to get near me?”
“That’s not true!” Kelly yelled and then let out a small squeak, covering her mouth with her hands and looking up at him in terror. The response was a reflex and an unwise choice. Marcus let out a long-suffering sigh and shook his head. His twin winced, clearly expecting the closet door to be slammed shut again.
“My poor deluded Kelly,” he said, crouching down and reaching forward to cup his sister’s wet cheek. “How long before you understand that I have been trying to protect you from the world that would lie and hurt you? How long before you understand that no one will ever love you the way I will?”
His twin did not reply, even when he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Maybe I was too forceful before. The pleasure must have overloaded your brain and terrified you, made you fall back on those worthless thoughts of friends and others beyond me. They don’t exist, Kelly. I’ve proven that again and again. Your money or me, that is the only reason anyone gets close to you,” he said, closing his eyes as he felt tears falling against the hand on Kelly’s cheek. “I have both those things already, Kelly, and yet I genuinely want you.”
He pulled away and opened his eyes, smiling. “You should feel honored.”
His sister regarded him, but did not open her mouth to say anything. Marcus took that as a good sign as he moved in to sit with his sister inside the closet, pulling the door mostly closed to enshroud them in the darkness his twin hated. He knelt down next to her, forcing her into a tiny niche where any movement to get up or out could easily be stopped, and unzipped his pants.
“W – what are you doing?” Kelly asked in a nervous whisper as she tried to scoot further into the corner of the closet. Marcus did not answer and grabbed one of his sister’s wrists, pulling it forward until her fingers brushed over the tip of his erection. She let out a shrill sound and struggled weakly to pull away.
“No, I don’t want t – ack,” Kelly began to say before Marcus clutched his free hand over her mouth.
“Kelly, this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I want from you,” he said, his voice harsher than he intended it to be. He let out a sigh and tried to be comforting. “Don’t worry. With time you’ll want this just as much as I want you to do it.”
His twin made a disbelieving sound and Marcus chose another form of persuasions. “Do it and I’ll forgive you for hitting me with the clock,” he said, his voice taking on a hard edge as he let go of her wrist and pulled his hand away from her mouth. “Otherwise I’ll have to devise a fitting punishment for a bad girl that hits their brother without reason.”
Marcus was delighted for a moment when his sister made no move and he thought she might have chosen the punishment route, but then her hand moved forward and cautiously wrapped around his penis with the other hand brushing over the tip.
The bandages added a unique and delightful sensation as the trembling hand slowly slid over his erection. There was a choked sobbing sound in the darkness that caused him to groan a little as his twin’s other hand brushed against his balls. It was slow motions and gentle caresses that should have been accompanied by a nimble tongue and warm mouth, but that would come with time.
“Faster,” he said, reaching out until his fingers brushed her hair. She jerked at the touch and her hands stopped for a second before they began to move with more speed. “That’s it,” Marcus said in delight, twining his fingers in his sister’s black hair as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the small hands giving him the best handjob of his life. Someday she would be begging for his cock, which he would never deny her. It would be one of their games. There were many things he had planned for the future.
Marcus did not even try to control himself when the orgasm threatened to overcome him. His hand clenched in her hair and tugged her toward him as he grunt and came all over his sister’s hands. He liked to imagine some of it hit her face as well, but when he opened his eyes and pushed the closet door ajar, he found it was not true. Releasing his grip on his twin’s hair and zipping up his pants, Marcus stood up and towered over the battered woman cowering in the closet.
“Just admit you like it. Admit that I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, Kelly,” he said, smirking with amusement at the way his sister just sat there staring at her trembling, semen covered hands. She was close to breaking completely, he decided; until she looked up from her hands with that defiant spark that he was beginning to utterly loathe in her eyes.
The expression faded from Marcus’ face as Kelly said something that she must have known was a stupid thing to say.
“Hayden was better.”
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~
(If you don't remember who Hayden is, check the first chapter. Comments apprciated.)
Kelly had earned herself another time-out in the closet.
Marcus looked at the injury in the mirror of the bathroom, blotting the blood seeping from just over his left temple with a washcloth. It wasn’t anything serious; head wounds just bled a lot. It simply caught him off guard when his sister grabbed the alarm clock and hit him upside the head with as much force as her little arms could manage. Marcus smirked at his image in the mirror, and after he had been generous enough to show her the video of his date with Jasmine.
He dabbed at the blood a couple more times, until he was content that it was clotting, before he walked back into his sister’s temporary room. It was a little disappointing that his twin was not throwing herself against the closet this time, screaming and pleading with him to let her out. Though he did hear the occasional whimper and mutter of ‘this can’t be happening’.
Picking up the remote control next to the television, Marcus went and sat on the bed and stared to rewatch his favorite parts of the movie again, with the volume up loud enough that his sister had no choice but to listen. The part where Jasmine admitted that she was only friends with Kelly to gain his favor, where she humiliated herself and begged for his cock, and her moaning and screams during her orgasm. He played through them a few times before stopping it and going over to the closet.
Opening the door he could not hide the smile that tugged on his lips. Watching himself fuck Jasmine caused him to stiffen a little, but seeing his sister’s tear-streaked face looking up at him, that made him rock hard.
“I suppose you understand you did something bad,” he said, leaning in the doorframe so that she could not escape and his shadow completely engulfed her.
“I – I shouldn’t have hit you,” Kelly said through sniffles and sharp intakes of breath.
“Good girl,” Marcus said, nodding approvingly as he casually looked at his nails. “Do you understand what I’ve been telling your for years now, as well? That women like Jasmine only befriend you because of your wealth or to get near me?”
“That’s not true!” Kelly yelled and then let out a small squeak, covering her mouth with her hands and looking up at him in terror. The response was a reflex and an unwise choice. Marcus let out a long-suffering sigh and shook his head. His twin winced, clearly expecting the closet door to be slammed shut again.
“My poor deluded Kelly,” he said, crouching down and reaching forward to cup his sister’s wet cheek. “How long before you understand that I have been trying to protect you from the world that would lie and hurt you? How long before you understand that no one will ever love you the way I will?”
His twin did not reply, even when he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the forehead. “Maybe I was too forceful before. The pleasure must have overloaded your brain and terrified you, made you fall back on those worthless thoughts of friends and others beyond me. They don’t exist, Kelly. I’ve proven that again and again. Your money or me, that is the only reason anyone gets close to you,” he said, closing his eyes as he felt tears falling against the hand on Kelly’s cheek. “I have both those things already, Kelly, and yet I genuinely want you.”
He pulled away and opened his eyes, smiling. “You should feel honored.”
His sister regarded him, but did not open her mouth to say anything. Marcus took that as a good sign as he moved in to sit with his sister inside the closet, pulling the door mostly closed to enshroud them in the darkness his twin hated. He knelt down next to her, forcing her into a tiny niche where any movement to get up or out could easily be stopped, and unzipped his pants.
“W – what are you doing?” Kelly asked in a nervous whisper as she tried to scoot further into the corner of the closet. Marcus did not answer and grabbed one of his sister’s wrists, pulling it forward until her fingers brushed over the tip of his erection. She let out a shrill sound and struggled weakly to pull away.
“No, I don’t want t – ack,” Kelly began to say before Marcus clutched his free hand over her mouth.
“Kelly, this isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I want from you,” he said, his voice harsher than he intended it to be. He let out a sigh and tried to be comforting. “Don’t worry. With time you’ll want this just as much as I want you to do it.”
His twin made a disbelieving sound and Marcus chose another form of persuasions. “Do it and I’ll forgive you for hitting me with the clock,” he said, his voice taking on a hard edge as he let go of her wrist and pulled his hand away from her mouth. “Otherwise I’ll have to devise a fitting punishment for a bad girl that hits their brother without reason.”
Marcus was delighted for a moment when his sister made no move and he thought she might have chosen the punishment route, but then her hand moved forward and cautiously wrapped around his penis with the other hand brushing over the tip.
The bandages added a unique and delightful sensation as the trembling hand slowly slid over his erection. There was a choked sobbing sound in the darkness that caused him to groan a little as his twin’s other hand brushed against his balls. It was slow motions and gentle caresses that should have been accompanied by a nimble tongue and warm mouth, but that would come with time.
“Faster,” he said, reaching out until his fingers brushed her hair. She jerked at the touch and her hands stopped for a second before they began to move with more speed. “That’s it,” Marcus said in delight, twining his fingers in his sister’s black hair as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the small hands giving him the best handjob of his life. Someday she would be begging for his cock, which he would never deny her. It would be one of their games. There were many things he had planned for the future.
Marcus did not even try to control himself when the orgasm threatened to overcome him. His hand clenched in her hair and tugged her toward him as he grunt and came all over his sister’s hands. He liked to imagine some of it hit her face as well, but when he opened his eyes and pushed the closet door ajar, he found it was not true. Releasing his grip on his twin’s hair and zipping up his pants, Marcus stood up and towered over the battered woman cowering in the closet.
“Just admit you like it. Admit that I’m the best thing that ever happened to you, Kelly,” he said, smirking with amusement at the way his sister just sat there staring at her trembling, semen covered hands. She was close to breaking completely, he decided; until she looked up from her hands with that defiant spark that he was beginning to utterly loathe in her eyes.
The expression faded from Marcus’ face as Kelly said something that she must have known was a stupid thing to say.
“Hayden was better.”
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~
(If you don't remember who Hayden is, check the first chapter. Comments apprciated.)