“He was singing ‘Ave Maria’, lovely,” Pa says. “I think he’d love to hear you sing it.”
I nod and cross my hands over my lap. Softly, I sing the song. Luke stops shaking so hard and stares up at me, the haunted look disappearing from his eyes. I smile at him, hoping to assure him everything will be all right.
When the song ends, Pa stands and walks over to us. He strokes my hair. “Beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Luke,” Pa says, “why don’t you come lie down on the bed?”
Luke whimpers, retreating inside his head.
“Obey me, son, or I’ll be forced to punish you some more.”
“Here,” Kristopher says to Luke, “I’ll help you. It’s okay.”
Kristopher helps Luke to his feet and walks him to the bed. Luke snarls at Linda, but stretches out beside her at Kristopher’s insistence. I stare at them both, naked and abused. I feel pity for them both.
“So this doesn’t become uncomfortable, I think it’s best if we all undress,” Pa tells us. He begins unbuttoning his shirt.
Kristopher and I share a confused look, but we obey. I peel off my gown, my eyes glued to my twin. He hungrily drinks in my naked body. My mouth waters when he sheds the last of his clothes. He’s beautiful.
Pa is naked now and sits in one of two chairs that have been set up beside the bed. “Come sit, lovely. Kristopher, you’ll sit beside me.”
Kristopher walks over to the chair beside Pa and sits. I chew on my bottom lip, worried about sitting naked on my father, but he flashes me a warm smile. After exhaling a sharp breath, I do as I’m told, settling on Pa’s muscular thigh. His dick rubs against my leg, making me shiver. He slides an arm around my waist, pulling me close.
“It’s human nature to have sex,” Pa tells me, his breath tickling my cheek. “Watch.”
We sit for a long while until I’m yawning. Pa is affectionate and he rubs me softly on my thigh and stomach and other places that tickle. I like the way it feels. Kristopher watches his every move, which makes me shiver.
Linda makes a moan of pain.
Luke, as though he’s possessed, sits up.
“Mom?” he croaks out, his voice soft and sad, like a broken boy.
“He hates Linda,” Pa reveals. “She reminds him of his mother. And yet…just watch.”
Luke is murmuring something unintelligible. Then he’s hugging her. Laughing. Kissing her. He rolls on top of her. Smiles down at her. Tells her he loves her.
“No,” she whispers.
He grips his dick and pushes into her. “Shh, Mom, I’ll take care of you.”
“Where’s our mom?” I ask absently.
“Dead.”
Both Kristopher and I gasp.
“What happened?” I ask, turning to look at Pa.
“She fought me. I wanted you two and she told me no. So I killed her.” He kisses my neck, his breath hot and his tongue wet. “Now watch. Pay attention.”
My mind is reeling about my mother, but I’m transfixed on how Luke grunts as he fucks Linda. He seems to grow furious halfway through and starts to choke her.
“That’s enough,” Pa chides.
Luke releases her neck and then kisses it. Tells his mom he’s sorry. Bucks and bucks and bucks until he groans. He collapses on top of her and breathes heavily.
“Good boy,” Pa purrs. “You’re learning well. Now it’s Kristopher’s turn to learn.” He looks over at my brother. “When Luke pulls out, I want you to feel inside Linda. She’s been used and worn out. Nothing like the virginal cunt of a teenage bride.”
Kristopher stands and helps Luke roll over. Luke seems defeated and broken. I feel sad for him. My brother reaches between Linda’s legs and fingers her much like he did me in the woods. He pulls out his fingers and wipes them on the bed, making a sour face.
Pa grips my knees and pulls my thighs apart. “Your sister will feel much different.”
Kristopher’s dick thickens as he approaches. He uses his clean hand to touch me. Gently, he eases his fingertip inside me.
“That’s enough,” Pa instructs. “We must keep her pure for her husband.”
Kristopher looks up at me, smiling. “I want to be her husband. Please, Pa.”
“I think it’s a good idea. Your twin will be the most loyal woman for you. If you obey me, I may grant your wish.”
We both exhale sharply in relief.
“I must be given something in return,” Pa says, his palm sliding down my stomach and rubbing me where it feels good.
“What’s that?” Kristopher asks, his voice raspy.
“I’m going to take the gift of fucking my daughter.”
I tense in his arms and Kristopher growls.
“Not in her virginal cunt,” Pa assures us, swatting me there and making curls of pleasure flitter through me. “In her anus.”
Kristopher shakes his head. “No.”
“Kristopher,” I hiss.
“You’re mine,” Kristopher tells me in a fierce tone.
“And she will be yours. Tomorrow. I’ll perform the wedding ceremony myself. But this is the deal. Otherwise, I may decide to take her as my wife and send you into the world to find your own.”
“I’m scared,” I admit. “But I want to marry my brother. We’ll do whatever it takes.” To Kristopher, I plead with my eyes. “You’ll love me no matter what. I’m not a whore like Maude.”
My brother scowls. “I could never not love you.”
“Good boy,” Pa praises. “Now since she’s to be your wife tomorrow, give her a gift she’ll desperately need. Lubrication. The wetter you get her, the easier this will go.”
Pa’s hand slides up to caress my breast. Kristopher leans forward, inhaling me between my legs. He kisses the tiny bud that gives so much pleasure. I gasp when he sucks it into his mouth. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I arch my back, eager for more. Kristopher’s tongue is curious at first, licking and lapping at me. Then, it’s probing inside of me where he’ll take me when we’re married. It feels strange and wonderful all at once. He licks lower to the hole he had his finger in earlier today. His hands spread my cheeks apart and he licks me sloppily. He pushes his tongue inside. I cry out, unable to hold back, and grip his hair. This seems to excite him because he licks and sucks and even bites me a few times. It’s maddening and wonderful. As he tongues my hole, Pa’s hand creeps back lower. He finds the needy nub and rubs on it. I’m going crazy from all the sensations. Pa massages me until I scream in pleasure, my entire body detonating.
“My darling, obedient children. Well done. Now I must take my gift. Kristopher, put your sister on the bed.”
He greedily grabs me, pulling my naked body against his. I love the way my breasts rub against his solid chest. I want to fuck him right now. I’m sad when he sets me down and steps away. Pa rises, stroking his cock.
“Sorry, lovely, but this is going to hurt.” Pa climbs on top of me. His body feels good too. Heavy and strong. Crushing. I feel like I’m burning alive from need. He rubs his dick against my nub that still throbs before gently pushing inside of me, smiling when he meets resistance. I’m so slick and wet, that it wouldn’t take much effort for him to obliterate my innocence. Instead, he pulls out to position himself on the promised hole. “Scream all you want, my love, but you must stay still. I’m afraid if you wriggle, I’ll need to hold you down.”
Panic seizes me the moment his thick head breaches the first ring of muscles. Fire burns in my anus as he roughly slides his way inside. Hot tears leak from my eyes as I choke on a scream.
“Fuck,” Pa curses. “Fuck, yes.” He grunts. “Too tight. You’ve got to let me in, lovely. Let Daddy in.”
I can’t.
It hurts too much.
I scream and claw at him, but he’s stronger. Faster. Meaner. He pins my wrists down and gets a maniacal glint in his hazel eyes right before he pulls almost all the way out. With a grunt, he slams into me. The fiery pain makes me black o
ut. Like a hammer drilling a nail, he fucks me painfully. All I can do is cry.
This is our deal.
All for love.
Tomorrow it’s me and Kristopher.
I search for him, needing to make sure we’re going to be okay. Luke has him in a choke hold as he tries to get to me. Somehow, this makes me feel better. That he can’t stand to see another man take me in places that are meant to be his.
Pa groans, thrusts erratically, and then fills me up with his seed. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me like Kristopher does. Tongue and teeth and hot breath. It’s not the same, though.
“I love you,” Pa whispers against my lips. “I’m not sure I can let you go tomorrow. A father can change his mind if he thinks it’s in the best interest of his child.”
I freeze, my body growing cold.
“Luke,” Pa calls out. “Take Kristopher downstairs. I think he needs to cool off while I take care of Karen.”
“I can take care of her,” Kristopher roars. “She’s my wife. That’s the deal.”
“She’s not your wife yet, boy,” Pa growls, pulling out of my anus so fast I scream.
As he prowls over to my brother, I’m left with my legs spread open, my father’s seed trickling from my anus, and my heart destroyed.
“You have to the count of three before I make you watch me fuck her and marry her right where we stand. I will then tear her ass to pieces with a switch for letting you put your tongue inside her. Are we clear, boy? I need the night to make my decision, and you strong arming me won’t help.” He turns and flashes me a warm smile. “I need to take care of Karen now.”
My brother’s rage-filled glare aimed at my father is the last thing I see before I’m left alone with Pa and my passed out aunt.
* * *
Luke
“Calm down,” I mutter, blocking Kristopher from leaving our bedroom for the twentieth time in the past ten minutes.
He’s blind with fury.
Uncontrollable.
On fire.
I’m mesmerized by his anger. It’s addictive and distracting from my own pain. Those hours or days or years in the white room fucked me up. Everything that came after was a blur. But helping my cousin so he didn’t get his ass killed drew me from the dark sadness and gave me purpose.
Kristopher is mine to look after.
Family.
I’d thought Uncle Charles would be the all-knowing patriarch I needed to help mold me into a man. I realize I was wrong. He’s a tormenter. His lessons aren’t meant to teach, but instead, they destroy. That’s not love. That’s madness.
It takes a man to realize that.
I’m not a boy.
Mom killed the boy long before the boy killed her.
The man was here all along, he was just standing in the shadows, soaked in gasoline, waiting patiently to burn. The fire has sparked and it blazes like an inferno. I wonder if this is how the devil felt when God cast him away. No longer held up by the strings of others. No longer a character in their story. Powerful and furious. Free. Able to shape his own destiny.
“Karen,” Kristopher mutters pitifully, ripping at his hair. “She hurts, I hurt. We’re not whole until we’re together.”
His voice is soft and afraid, like a child. He craves his twin like she’s his next breath. Without her, he will die. The man inside me wants to nurture their love and shape it. This must be what a good father feels like.
“Come here, boy,” I tell him sternly, practicing my fatherly voice.
To my surprise, he runs over to me, hugging me tight. He sobs against the side of my neck, his entire body trembling. We should put on clothes since the room is icy from the wind gusting in, but our embrace will keep us warm for now.
The house creaks from the wind, but it’s otherwise silent. No screams or scuffles. Karen doesn’t cry. All that can be heard are Kristopher’s sniffles. Those even fade after a few moments.
“What if he changes his mind?” Kristopher asks. “What if he takes her for his wife?”
I pull away and smile. “We’ll convince him otherwise.”
Kristopher’s features turn hard. “I would kill for my twin. I already have.”
“What?” I lift my brows, shocked at his words.
“Maude.”
“You killed Maude?”
He nods slowly, his blue eyes darting back and forth in a manic way. “With an ax.”
Images of her pale body hacked to pieces makes my dick stiffen. I don’t understand it, but it does. “Was it messy?”
“I whacked her in her garlic fire crotch.”
A laugh bubbles up my throat. “You’re fucked in the head, Kristopher. That’s…awesome.”
His features soften. “It felt good to do it. For Karen.” He drops his stare between us. “Does Maude make you hard?”
“Nah,” I say, gripping my dick and tugging, “but thinking about you killing her does. Does that make me fucked in the head too?”
“At least we’re both this way,” Kristopher murmurs, his eyes fixated on the way I pleasure myself. “Not so lonely.”
I think about all that time I spent in my childhood home with my mother’s decaying corpse. That was the loneliest time of my life. Had I known I would feel such pain, I would’ve gotten a handle on myself. Never put my hands around her throat. I could still be with her now. Watching her tits bounce as she rode my too-hard dick. I feel nauseous at the memory but also nostalgic. I miss Mom. I miss the terrible parts about her too. My nuts seize up and I let out a hiss. Cum jets from my dick and splatters on my cousin.
“Tomorrow, you will marry Karen,” I assure him. “We’ll make sure of it.”
His smile is brilliant like all the rays of the sun.
I wake, shivering. The window is open and the curtain flutters inward. Whispering. I hear whispering.
“Don’t wake him. We have to go.”
Mom ushers the boy and the girl out the window. She turns to look at me, her blue eyes hardening when she sees I’m awake. Her hand lifts and she puts a finger to her mouth.
“Shhh.”
My dick perks up as hate burns inside me. I’d been so confused that first time. I didn’t understand what she wanted, though my body did. She showed me and my dick obeyed. I got lost in the wickedness and came, drunk on her madness. In those moments, at the height of my euphoria, it was all okay. It was the afters that was always so difficult. When my mind caught up to my racing heart and dripping dick. My thoughts would turn to acid, destroying all the sane, good parts of me.
“Mom,” I hiss. “Don’t leave me.”
“Linda. My name is Linda.”
Her mouth twitches and her eyes dart.
Lies.
Women lie so much it becomes truth to them.
I crave to teach her lessons of my own.
She ducks out the window without another word. I scramble out of my bed and am thankful I threw on pajamas last night. When I get to the window, I see three figures. The twins cling to each other, cold and confused, while Mom tries to drag them away.
Where are they going?
They can’t leave me. We’re a family.
I hop out of the window, eager to join them. Mom screeches, her eyes filled with terror at seeing me. I don’t understand how. I only choked her that one time. The rest of the times, I was her good little boy. She should remember the good time, not the bad. That’s what I try to do.
“Mom!” I growl, darting for her. “Come back!”
She abandons the twins and races off into the trees. Sticks and plants stab at my feet, but I don’t mind. It sharpens my senses. Since it’s so cold, I worry they’ll go numb and fall off. I wish I’d had time to grab socks.
Run. Run. Run.
Mom is quick and I take note that she’s wearing shoes, giving her an advantage over me. I’m fast and determined, though. I catch up to her. Her blond hair is nearly within reach. I could grab her, but I don’t.
I screech to a halt.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
She disappears, her cry of confusion throwing matches on my heart. I feel satisfied at her sounds that have now turned to pained ones. Creeping over to my hole, I peer in. She’s sprawled out at the bottom, crying but not moving. Her back is twisted in an odd, unnatural way.
“Why did she run to your hole?” Karen asks, her blond hair tickling my arms.
“It called to her,” I explain.
“Why does her body look like that?” Kristopher asks, cocking his head to one side.
“It’s being punished.” I smile at him. “Don’t worry, cousin, I’ll fix her when I’m done.”
I jump the fifteen or so feet down into the hole, landing on her twisted body. She groans and her features screw up. In the moonlight, she looks less like Mom and more like a whore who likes fucking little boys.
I shove her long skirt up her body and wrench her thighs apart. Her pussy is red and sloppy. Mom’s was never this way. I’m disgusted by Linda. Dirty Linda. Dirty, dirty Linda trying to convince me she’s my lovely mother. I fist the dirt at my sides, eager to dig and dig, but then I decide I don’t want to dig. I cram a handful of dirt into her gaping hole. Her back must be broken, because she lies there and takes it. Groans and moans but lets me force dirt inside her.
“Here,” Kristopher calls from above me. A trowel spears the earth beside me.
I grin up at him and wave at him. Then, I use the handle to pack the dirt inside dirty, dirty Linda. There’s blood everywhere. Linda is incredibly messy.
“Help me,” she croaks. “Help me.”
Her teary blue eyes meet mine.
Mom. Mom. Mom.
I pounce on her, desperate for a kiss. Just one kiss. I miss her mouth and her words and her songs. Mom doesn’t kiss me back, which confuses me. I know how to make her smile. Shoving my pajamas down, I free my aching dick. I attempt to put my dick inside her, but she’s filled with dirt.
Why, Mom?
Why are you so filthy?
My dick slides through the mess and I find her other hole. This one is tight and ready. I groan as I drive into her. Her legs remain crudely parted and she allows me to fuck her. I try to kiss her again and she bites me.
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