Karen’s blue eyes come alive with unmasked hatred.
“She can fuck her brother and get a baby that way if she wants,” he says with a huff, “but it doesn’t change the fact I’m going to marry Karen. Tonight I will consummate the marriage in my bed. You, son, will spend the night with your disobedient cousin in the white room.”
The mention of the white room makes me shake uncontrollably.
It’s because of this, I miss it.
A glint of silver.
A scream.
An arc of blood.
It splatters me in the face, startling me back to reality. Uncle Charles holds the side of his neck, shock widening his eyes. Karen screams again, slamming a pair of shears into his stomach this time. She jerks it out of him, before he can stop her. He stumbles back, falling hard on his ass. Like an avenging angel, only missing her wings that he clipped so savagely, she pounces on him. I’m mesmerized by her quick movements. Over and over. Stab, stab, stab. Her white dress is soaked with crimson, yet she doesn’t stop. He no longer gurgles or groans or hisses.
Her father is dead.
Karen doesn’t seem to be bothered by that fact.
Stab, stab, stab.
Twenty times.
Oh, no, fifty.
I lose count and start to laugh. She is an angel. Only an angel would be able to continue with her wrath. I walk over to admire her handiwork. His neck is a mess. The skin on his face is pulled away in some spots and hangs in a grotesque way. My dick stiffens. Blood always makes me feel good.
Eventually, Karen loses steam and drops the scissors with a clatter. Slowly, she turns her head to look at me. Blood covers her pale face and only her wild blue eyes show any semblance of her former self. Her blond, short hair is stained crimson and it sticks up in every direction.
“Kristopher,” she croaks.
“In the white room.” My voice is soothing. I hope it sounds deep and fatherly. “He’ll be so proud you saved yourself for marriage.”
Her teeth flash white as she smiles at me. “I need him. He’s my other half.” She tries to stand but topples over, completely depleted of her strength.
“I’ll take you to him.” I scoop her into my arms. She’s so tiny. Too tiny to be someone’s wife, but she showed me she’s powerful and that looks can be deceiving.
As I carry her to the basement, she sings “Ave Maria,” her voice echoing like an angel in church when we reach the cavernous basement. The hairs on my arms stick up in response. I feel like I’ve done something right in this world, reconnecting the two halves so they can be whole.
God will reward me one day.
I set her down on the floor and then turn the key that’s sitting in the lock. Once I pull off the bolt, I creak open the black door. The light is on, revealing a naked and beat up Kristopher. His father whipped him unconscious with his belt it would seem.
“In you go,” I tell her. “He shouldn’t be in there alone. It’s too frightening.”
She crawls over to the hole and then falls inside, seeking out her twin. Her bloody dress snags on a nail, but it doesn’t stop her from going to him.
Once she’s inside, I close the lid.
“I’ll be right back,” I assure them.
Quickly, I bolt up the stairs and look for Uncle Charles’s Bible. When I realize it’s bloodstained, I choose to go find mine instead. I rush back down to the basement and sit on the lid.
“I know how to do the ceremony,” I assure Karen and Kristopher.
They’re quiet as I begin reading the passage from the Bible. I can’t see them, but when I finish, I imagine them kissing. It makes my dick hard and I wish I could watch, but this is their time.
As their acting father, I’ll need to take care of some important matters.
“Congratulations,” I tell them. “See you at supper.”
Dig.
Dig.
Dig.
My hole is deep and no longer tainted with Linda’s blood. It took a lot of effort, but I got her out of the hole and buried her in a new place along with her husband. Now that I’m back in my sacred place, I continue to burrow through the earth. It soothes me and calms my mind. One day, this place will serve a higher purpose for me. It will please me greatly, I just know it.
I dig until it’s dark and then I keep digging. I know I promised the twins I’d see them at dinner, but I can’t stop. Not now.
It’s not until the sun burns high in the sky the next day, finding me in my deep hole, that I fall over from exhaustion. I don’t want to sleep here, but I have no other choice. I’m too weak and tired to climb back out. I squint, glaring up at the top. So high. So far way.
I close my eyes.
“Come back to me. You promised.”
I try to ignore Mom’s pleas, but I can’t. I never could. Her soft, sweet voice always gets to me. “I’m helping my cousins.”
“But you told me you’d be back,” she wails. “I’m all alone.”
Guilt niggles at me. I put her in that dark place. I did promise her.
“Soon,” I promise. “Very soon. I’ll come to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” Her voice is tight and angry. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
“I don’t belong there. I belong here. With family.”
“You listen to me, young man,” she growls. “I’m your mother. You will come back and unearth me. Now.”
“Not now.”
“When?”
“When I feel called to visit.” I smile. “I’m a man now and I have a family to look after.”
“I’m your family.”
“One day I’ll come back, Mom. I promised and I don’t break my promises.”
“What will I do until then?”
“Sing your songs and talk to the crow.”
I can hear the scratch of a record and then the angelic sound of a woman singing “Ave Maria.”
“Goodbye, Mom.”
* * *
Kristopher
Pain keeps me held under, a victim of its darkness. I claw and claw my way to the light to no avail. I need her. I need Karen. Visions of my father hitting me come and go. It’s his taunts that are on repeat inside my head.
“You failed me and Karen both, son, which is why I will take her as my wife.”
I fought him.
God how I tried.
But Pa is meaner and stronger.
He won.
Pa always wins.
My heart aches for the loss of my twin. He’ll hurt her, I just know it. And as long as I’m stuck in the white room, I won’t be able to protect her. I want to burst through the black door and find her. Pull her to me and assure her everything will be okay.
She’s mine.
She always will be no matter what.
“Kristopher.”
Her sweet voice works its way into the darkness of my mind. I run toward it. Cling to it. Caress it. At least here, we can be together. Until I find a way to make it happen for real.
“Kristopher. Wake up.”
My eyelids are swollen and feel as though they weigh hundreds of pounds. I try desperately to look at her. This can’t be real. She’s not allowed in the white room with me. Pa will know. He always knows.
Yet, as I crack my eyes open, she’s here.
“You’re hurt,” I croak.
“N-No,” she whispers. “This blood isn’t mine.” Her sticky fingers brush my hair away from my eyes. She peppers kisses on my sore face. “My sweet husband.”
I blink at her in confusion. “Is this a dream?”
“No,” she says, smiling. Her face is caked in blood, but her teeth are a beautiful white in contrast. “This is our reality, husband.”
“How?”
“Luke performed the ceremony. I said your parts for you because you’re my twin and it’s okay. We’re the same. I know you would have done the same for me.”
“I would have.” I frown. “If Pa finds out…”
Her blue eyes flame with emot
ion. “I killed him.”
My heart lurches in my chest. Not at the loss of my father, but at her willingness to kill for me. Just like I was willing to kill for her. “My beautiful bride.”
“My dress is ruined,” she whispers. “And my hair…” Her bottom lip trembles and tears streak down her bloody face. “I’m so sorry.”
Tenderly, I touch her chopped off hair. “You’re always beautiful to me no matter what.”
Her lips press to mine and she kisses me. We’re cramped in the small, awkward place, but we shared a womb. We know how to make it work. I kiss my wife and relish in the sweetness of her. I’ll never grow tired of kissing her. Not ever.
My dick hardens and I’m suddenly eager to make love to my wife. We’re newlyweds after all. Plus, she’s my sister. My twin. My other half. Our union was inevitable. Nature has a way of sorting things out. I paw at her dress, needing to touch her bare skin. The wet, bloody fabric peels away, revealing her small breasts to me. I look forward to the day when our children suckle on her breasts for nourishment. I pinch her nipples, loving the way she whines. I’m already naked, but she’s covered in her filthy wedding gown. If we had more room, I’d strip her out of it. But we don’t have room. We only have each other. I fumble with the fabric, pushing it up her thighs.
“Kristopher,” she whines, bending and contorting to straddle me in the tight space. Her warmth slides against my dick, making it jolt in appreciation. “I’m still a virgin. I saved myself for you.”
I smile and kiss her pouty lips. “You’re a good wife.”
“You believe me? Without checking for yourself?”
“Do you want me to check you first?”
“I want you to know that you can trust me.”
Sliding my hand down between us, I run my fingers over her silky petals of skin. I don’t find the hole right away, but I do find her nub. She squirms when I touch it.
“You deserve pleasure all day every day, Karen. I’m going to spoil you by touching you here every chance I get. We’ll make so many babies together.”
She moans, rocking her hips against my fingers. I nip at her throat, eager to taste my sweet wife. She’s salty but somehow sweet. A total contradiction to my taste buds. All I know is she doesn’t taste like garlicky whores. She tastes like heaven.
“Oh,” she whimpers. “Ohhhhh.”
Her body quakes and then she kisses me greedily. I slide my fingers between her soft folds and into her hot body. The barrier remains, just as she promised.
“Good girl. Such a good wife,” I croon as I finger the hole gently. She’s soaking wet.
She grabs my throbbing dick. “It’s time.”
I reluctantly pull my fingers out of my wife only because my dick will feel even better inside her. A groan tumbles past my lips when she slides slightly over my crown. She feels hot and tight on my dick, just with me barely inside her. I can’t imagine how good it’ll feel when I’m in all the way. My hips slightly thrust up, making her cry out.
“I can’t…it’s not working…”
“Sit down on me and I’ll push up. It’s okay. Breathe, my love.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I buck my hips up just as she sits. Her scream is loud, but I’ve been granted heavenly entry into my wife. Tight heat envelops my dick, sucking it deep inside her. It’s the single most wonderful thing I’ve felt in my life. She sobs, trembling in my arms. I run my fingers into her short, bloody hair and kiss her supple mouth. I’m desperate for more, but we’re limited in the small space. Knowing I’m stronger than her and the husband, I take over for her, though she’s on top. I grip her narrow waist and slide her up and down my shaft. It feels so good. Her breasts bounce with this action, making my mouth water. I suck her tiny nipple into my mouth and suck hard, pretending I’m her baby and draining her of her nutrients. My sac draws up without warning and I throb out my release, deep inside my wife. My twin. My beautiful sister.
“I’m going to give you as many babies as I can,” I promise, biting her sweet nipple. “I can’t wait to watch your belly grow and your breasts swell with milk.” I grin up at her. “Would you let me have a taste, sweet sister?”
She bites on her bottom lip and nods. Her body clenches around my softening dick. It wakes it right back up. I can’t believe I’m already ready to go again.
“I’d never have to eat again,” I assure her. “I’d just need you. You’re all the sustenance I need.”
She moans when I suck hard enough to leave a bruise. My wife likes the sting because her body milks my dick in a greedy way. I bite her this time, wondering if she’ll cry. She doesn’t. She laughs.
My seed runs out of her body, but it lubricates me for this round. I wonder if it’s possible to stay inside her all hours of the day.
Who will chop the wood?
I’m not too worried about these things at the moment. All I’m concerned with is making her moan and filling her with potent seed. It takes longer to find my release this time, but I don’t mind. I love all the sounds she makes. My seed fills her once again until she makes slurping sounds as she slides up and down.
So full.
“Careful,” I croon. “If you stay like this, it’ll all run out. See if you can lie back. I’ll take care of you.”
She slides off my dick and I mourn the loss, but it’s necessary. A good husband knows when he must take care of his wife. She wants a baby and I need to make this happen for her. When her swollen red pussy is staring up at me, her legs spread as wide as the space allows, I give it an affectionate pat. It clenches and some seed oozes out. Oops. That won’t do. Using my knuckle, I drag it away from her wrecked anus and push it back into her body. Once it’s back inside, I pinch it closed with my thumb and finger.
There.
“Next time we’ll need to grab a clothespin,” I muse aloud. “Perhaps two.”
She writhes and lets out a breathy sound. “To hold it all in?”
“Yes, sweet wife. I’m taking care of you.”
“Maybe you should put one here, too,” she breathes, her finger feathering over her nub. “So it’ll behave. It throbs all the time now.”
Using my other hand, I pinch it, testing it out. She moans and more seed oozes out. I take care of pushing it back in before studying her nub again.
“Does it help the throbbing when I pinch it?”
She nods. I clamp down on it, harder than before, trying to mimic what a clothespin would feel like. When I use my fingernails, she screams.
“Kristopher!”
“What, my love?” I lift a brow in question. “That hurts?”
“Y-Yes, but it’s necessary. I want to have a baby. And if it keeps throbbing, I won’t be able to hold in your seed. My body will crave you to touch me there and it’ll all come out.”
I pinch it harder, noting how blood runs from the groove where my nail bites into the pink flesh. So beautiful. She whimpers and sobs.
“Too hard?”
Her body seizes violently as she succumbs to a release. I watch in disappointment as my seed runs out of her each time she clenches in pleasure.
“Oh, Karen,” I chide, pulling my hands away. “Look what you’ve done.”
Blood blooms from her nub, smearing with my milky seed that runs from her like a river.
“I’m so sorry,” she rasps out. “I don’t deserve to be a wife.”
I smack her bleeding nub hard. “Don’t ever say that again. You’re mine and you’ll always be mine.”
“I don’t deserve—”
I silence her with another smack, harder than the first. My fiery wife keeps arguing and earning slap after slap to her bloody nub. It isn’t until she comes hard that I realize what she did.
“My little tricky wife,” I growl, grinning at her. “So deviant.”
She shrieks when I pull her to me, forcing her back down over my dick. We both hiss out at the insane pleasure of it. “Looks like we’ll have to keep at this until we get it right.”
We kiss as we fuck. Hard and urgently. My greedy hands dig into her fleshy bottom and I pull her cheeks apart. I want to explore every part of her. She squeals like a pig—just how Luke knew—when I push a finger into her anus. Her body tightens around me, forcing me to spill my seed again. We’re sweaty and messy and I’m desperate to have her again.
“I love you,” she breathes against my lips.
“I know. I love you too.”
“How do you know?”
“I know everything that goes inside your head.”
“But how? How do you know I’m not lying?”
“I’m your twin. We’re attuned to one another.” I grin at her and kiss her pouty lips. “Plus, when you lie, you make a strange face.”
She snorts. “I do not.”
“You do.”
“Do not.”
I cram another finger into her ass, making her scream. “Does that hurt, wife?”
“N-No.”
“See, that face. That’s the one.”
My rotten sister sticks her tongue out at me.
I suck it into my mouth and give it a playful bite.
And then I fuck her again because I can.
She’s my wife.
Mine.
Forever.
* * *
Karen
I’m sore in so many places, but my heart is full. I feel complete. I didn’t realize how lost and alone I was until I married my brother. It was always meant to be. Why else would God put us in the womb together to love each other from our first existence?
The kitchen, a place I felt forced into not too long ago, feels like home. I take great pride in preparing a meal for my family. I’m looking forward to cooking meals for my children. I might even make pie and allow them to have some if they’re good.
Yesterday, after our intimate wedding in the white room and the subsequent consummation, we eventually crawled our way out. Kristopher was so gentle and loving as he washed our father’s blood from me in the shower. I begged him to take me again once we were clean, and like a dutiful husband, he complied. Once we were clean, he took me to his bed and kissed every part of me. Then, he took care of me to make sure I would keep his seed so we can make a baby.
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