My Sister, My Slut
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
17
Views:
32,111
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 1
Chapter 1
Generally speaking it is thought that girls physically mature at an earlier age than boys, but boys desire sex as soon as they discover it. In that regard, Marcus was a fairly common boy that realized in the sixth grade that his twin sister Kelly needed a real bra instead of a training one, which he announced in front of the entire class.
That was the relationship between him and his twin, even as they grew older. He laughed at her, made her cry, humiliated her, and told her that no one was ever going to even look twice at an ugly girl like her. Then someone had the audacity to make him a liar.
Hayden Penoke took his sister’s hand and helped her when she fell on the stairs her senior year of high school. Then he took her out on a date, then another date and another. Then he took her first kiss, and her second and her third. Then he took her to the prom wearing a tuxedo and escorting Kelly in a beautiful blue dress. Then he took her virginity.
Marcus never hated anyone as much as he hated Hayden Penoke. He was not the least bit sorry when the brakes of Hayden’s car gave out and he crashed into the side of a mountain on his way to his family’s ski resort. In fact, he smiled when he gave Kelly the news.
Kelly talked to her twin very little after that particular cruelty, which was fine with him. She spent her time moping about the family’s mansion where he could watch her or at school where his minions kept tabs on her every move. All his twin’s female friends were in his employ, most for money but some for the sexual favors that he doled out for information about his sister, the more embarrassing the more of a thrill he gave them. Kelly’s personal maid was also under his command, which is how Marcus learned the aggravating truth that Hayden took his sister’s virginity before he was able to do so himself.
It was not a natural fixation that Marcus had for his sister, but nothing about the way he had been introduced to sex was natural. At fifteen his father and the chairman of their family’s company, took him to a brothel for his first experience with a woman.
He didn’t tell them that they were three years too late, that he seduced his tutor when he was twelve because he knew Kelly was hiding in the closet to avoid his merciful teasing and he wanted to make her watch the one woman she respected go down on him. Marcus just let the old men think he was still a virgin as they watched him fuck the pretty Asian woman into the ground and then asked if he could have another as she lay moaning on the floor. That was how he won respect from both his father and the chairman of the board and assured his ascension into the seat of company President when his father passed on.
Dealing with people was easy for Marcus, they all bent to his will for money or sex or other favors. His twin was the only one that he could not quite manipulate the way he desired and that was only because he actually cared for her. Kelly was the only person in the world that he had any affection for, any love for
To him she was the most beautiful woman in existence, and had been since the fifth grade. She had the same soft black hair, blue eyes, and ivory skin that Marcus had, but where he was lean and muscular, she was soft and voluptuous – hips, breasts, and ass that could make any woman jealous, and luscious lips that begged to be kissed. It was hard work to keep men away from her and keep up the illusion he worked so hard to achieve that she was ugly. Hayden was the first and he would be the last.
The rest of the world could burn for all Marcus cared, as long as his sister was in his home and at his side. He didn’t particularly care if she was happy, trapped at his side like a doll. In fact, Marcus tormented her so much because he liked that vulnerable tear streaked face and liked breaking her confidence and will to the point she could only turn to her abusive twin for comfort.
It made him want to fuck her all the more.
They were twenty when Marcus realized he had lost some control over his twin and she was trying to move away from him. It was difficult to keep a watch over his sister in college, with his own studies and internship under his father. He hired someone to keep an eye on her, telling his father the expense was to make sure no one tried to kidnap the daughter of such a wealthy man.
Kelly was making friends of her own in the literature department, and Marcus decided to allow it as long as they were straight females. His twin seemed content most of the time, except when she came home and he was there to remind her that she was ugly, unlikable and that she was only making friends because of her money. Inevitably, he sent her running to her room in tears and himself to his own room to either whack off or fuck his maid.
It was during summer vacation, when their father was in Europe and Marcus found himself with some free time, that he discovered Kelly was considering getting a job and an apartment of her own. With anyone else he could have methodically crushed those thoughts, as he had a hundred times before with his twin, but something about the thought of Kelly leaving at that moment struck him and he did something he never had before.
Marcus panicked.
He dismissed the servants from the main house and gave them the day off, waiting for them to leave before he marched up the stairs and barged into his sister’s room. The sight of his twin froze him, dressed in form fitting jeans and a tight black sweater. Marcus could deal with that, she was beautiful in whatever she wore, but seeing the earring hanging from her ears and the long black hair pulled back and styled enraged him. However, it was the red lipstick enhancing the fullness of her lips that set him off.
“What’s wrong?” Kelly asked, giving him a worried look. “Did something happen to Dad?”
“Where are you going?” Marcus demanded, slamming the door behind him.
“I’m meeting my friends,” his twin answered in confusion, just as the cellphone sitting on the vanity began to ring. She reached for it but he managed to get there first, snatching it off the vanity and storming over to the open window and throwing it as far as he could.
“What the hell are you doing?” his sister yelled at him, looking out at the garden to see where her phone landed before looking over her shoulder and glaring at him. “What wrong with you, Marcus?”
Marcus nearly trembled in fury at the defiance in her eyes and the backbone she was showing as she moved over and shoved him. He thought for sure he had taken all that from her years ago. His twin shrieked as he grabbed her wrist and wrenched it to the side, dragging her over to the walk-in closet and throwing her inside. She hit the ground hard and let out a cry as he slammed the door and turned off the light inside. He yanked the tasseled rope to draw the curtains and used it to hold the closet door closed, then pushed the vanity in front of it.
Kelly was on her feet again, pounding on the door and slamming into it, screaming at the top of her lungs to be let out. “Marcus, please!” she yelled. “Let me out!” When he did not even reply she began crying for anyone, her voice going hoarse and falling into sobs, even as she continued to beat her body against the door.
Marcus sat down on the bench at the end of his twin’s bed, breathing hard as he clenched his hands together in front of him. What he was doing was very foolish and unbelievably stupid. It was too soon. She wasn’t broken and hopeless with no choice but to seek out her brother’s arms, pliant and certain that no one else could ever touch her.
“Fuck,” he cursed, closing his eyes even as the pounding and wailing continued. After a moment he sucked in a breath and stood up, trying to decide what to do about the situation. By his orders, the servants would not be back until six in the morning to make breakfast and begin with their other duties, which meant he had thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes to figure out what to do and do it. He went to the door and opened it with an audible click, causing a shrill scream from inside the close.
“Marcus! Please, don’t leave me! At least let me out!” Kelly managed to scream between sobs.
A cruel little smirk pulled at his lips. “What’ll you do for me if I do let you out, Kelly?” he called to his twin.
“Anything, just please,” she responded, hammering her little fists against the door.
She didn’t really mean anything, Marcus realized as the smirk grew, but if he gave her a little longer, she just might. He had made certain his twin never quite outgrew her fear of the dark. “If you still mean that when I come back,” he called as he walked out the door, “maybe I will let you out.”
He slammed the door hard to ensure his twin knew she was quite alone.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~
Generally speaking it is thought that girls physically mature at an earlier age than boys, but boys desire sex as soon as they discover it. In that regard, Marcus was a fairly common boy that realized in the sixth grade that his twin sister Kelly needed a real bra instead of a training one, which he announced in front of the entire class.
That was the relationship between him and his twin, even as they grew older. He laughed at her, made her cry, humiliated her, and told her that no one was ever going to even look twice at an ugly girl like her. Then someone had the audacity to make him a liar.
Hayden Penoke took his sister’s hand and helped her when she fell on the stairs her senior year of high school. Then he took her out on a date, then another date and another. Then he took her first kiss, and her second and her third. Then he took her to the prom wearing a tuxedo and escorting Kelly in a beautiful blue dress. Then he took her virginity.
Marcus never hated anyone as much as he hated Hayden Penoke. He was not the least bit sorry when the brakes of Hayden’s car gave out and he crashed into the side of a mountain on his way to his family’s ski resort. In fact, he smiled when he gave Kelly the news.
Kelly talked to her twin very little after that particular cruelty, which was fine with him. She spent her time moping about the family’s mansion where he could watch her or at school where his minions kept tabs on her every move. All his twin’s female friends were in his employ, most for money but some for the sexual favors that he doled out for information about his sister, the more embarrassing the more of a thrill he gave them. Kelly’s personal maid was also under his command, which is how Marcus learned the aggravating truth that Hayden took his sister’s virginity before he was able to do so himself.
It was not a natural fixation that Marcus had for his sister, but nothing about the way he had been introduced to sex was natural. At fifteen his father and the chairman of their family’s company, took him to a brothel for his first experience with a woman.
He didn’t tell them that they were three years too late, that he seduced his tutor when he was twelve because he knew Kelly was hiding in the closet to avoid his merciful teasing and he wanted to make her watch the one woman she respected go down on him. Marcus just let the old men think he was still a virgin as they watched him fuck the pretty Asian woman into the ground and then asked if he could have another as she lay moaning on the floor. That was how he won respect from both his father and the chairman of the board and assured his ascension into the seat of company President when his father passed on.
Dealing with people was easy for Marcus, they all bent to his will for money or sex or other favors. His twin was the only one that he could not quite manipulate the way he desired and that was only because he actually cared for her. Kelly was the only person in the world that he had any affection for, any love for
To him she was the most beautiful woman in existence, and had been since the fifth grade. She had the same soft black hair, blue eyes, and ivory skin that Marcus had, but where he was lean and muscular, she was soft and voluptuous – hips, breasts, and ass that could make any woman jealous, and luscious lips that begged to be kissed. It was hard work to keep men away from her and keep up the illusion he worked so hard to achieve that she was ugly. Hayden was the first and he would be the last.
The rest of the world could burn for all Marcus cared, as long as his sister was in his home and at his side. He didn’t particularly care if she was happy, trapped at his side like a doll. In fact, Marcus tormented her so much because he liked that vulnerable tear streaked face and liked breaking her confidence and will to the point she could only turn to her abusive twin for comfort.
It made him want to fuck her all the more.
They were twenty when Marcus realized he had lost some control over his twin and she was trying to move away from him. It was difficult to keep a watch over his sister in college, with his own studies and internship under his father. He hired someone to keep an eye on her, telling his father the expense was to make sure no one tried to kidnap the daughter of such a wealthy man.
Kelly was making friends of her own in the literature department, and Marcus decided to allow it as long as they were straight females. His twin seemed content most of the time, except when she came home and he was there to remind her that she was ugly, unlikable and that she was only making friends because of her money. Inevitably, he sent her running to her room in tears and himself to his own room to either whack off or fuck his maid.
It was during summer vacation, when their father was in Europe and Marcus found himself with some free time, that he discovered Kelly was considering getting a job and an apartment of her own. With anyone else he could have methodically crushed those thoughts, as he had a hundred times before with his twin, but something about the thought of Kelly leaving at that moment struck him and he did something he never had before.
Marcus panicked.
He dismissed the servants from the main house and gave them the day off, waiting for them to leave before he marched up the stairs and barged into his sister’s room. The sight of his twin froze him, dressed in form fitting jeans and a tight black sweater. Marcus could deal with that, she was beautiful in whatever she wore, but seeing the earring hanging from her ears and the long black hair pulled back and styled enraged him. However, it was the red lipstick enhancing the fullness of her lips that set him off.
“What’s wrong?” Kelly asked, giving him a worried look. “Did something happen to Dad?”
“Where are you going?” Marcus demanded, slamming the door behind him.
“I’m meeting my friends,” his twin answered in confusion, just as the cellphone sitting on the vanity began to ring. She reached for it but he managed to get there first, snatching it off the vanity and storming over to the open window and throwing it as far as he could.
“What the hell are you doing?” his sister yelled at him, looking out at the garden to see where her phone landed before looking over her shoulder and glaring at him. “What wrong with you, Marcus?”
Marcus nearly trembled in fury at the defiance in her eyes and the backbone she was showing as she moved over and shoved him. He thought for sure he had taken all that from her years ago. His twin shrieked as he grabbed her wrist and wrenched it to the side, dragging her over to the walk-in closet and throwing her inside. She hit the ground hard and let out a cry as he slammed the door and turned off the light inside. He yanked the tasseled rope to draw the curtains and used it to hold the closet door closed, then pushed the vanity in front of it.
Kelly was on her feet again, pounding on the door and slamming into it, screaming at the top of her lungs to be let out. “Marcus, please!” she yelled. “Let me out!” When he did not even reply she began crying for anyone, her voice going hoarse and falling into sobs, even as she continued to beat her body against the door.
Marcus sat down on the bench at the end of his twin’s bed, breathing hard as he clenched his hands together in front of him. What he was doing was very foolish and unbelievably stupid. It was too soon. She wasn’t broken and hopeless with no choice but to seek out her brother’s arms, pliant and certain that no one else could ever touch her.
“Fuck,” he cursed, closing his eyes even as the pounding and wailing continued. After a moment he sucked in a breath and stood up, trying to decide what to do about the situation. By his orders, the servants would not be back until six in the morning to make breakfast and begin with their other duties, which meant he had thirteen hours and twenty-six minutes to figure out what to do and do it. He went to the door and opened it with an audible click, causing a shrill scream from inside the close.
“Marcus! Please, don’t leave me! At least let me out!” Kelly managed to scream between sobs.
A cruel little smirk pulled at his lips. “What’ll you do for me if I do let you out, Kelly?” he called to his twin.
“Anything, just please,” she responded, hammering her little fists against the door.
She didn’t really mean anything, Marcus realized as the smirk grew, but if he gave her a little longer, she just might. He had made certain his twin never quite outgrew her fear of the dark. “If you still mean that when I come back,” he called as he walked out the door, “maybe I will let you out.”
He slammed the door hard to ensure his twin knew she was quite alone.
~*~*~ TBC ~*~*~