Two years later.
Silas
“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.”
Sage falls to her knees in front of me, her hands pressed together in a praying position.
I chuckle, looking down at my sweet sister.
Such a beautiful little sinner, waiting for me to ruin her.
We are going to burn in hell—Mother was right about that—but who am I to deny fate?
To deny what was always planned for us? We were born for each other, and I will let no one stand in our way.
“Tell me, child. Are you a sinner?” I ask with a grin, watching my sweet girl flutter her eyelashes in an act of mock innocence.
Her blonde hair is tucked tight under the latex veil covering her head.
She’s dressed in a nun outfit that matches the priest outfit I’m wearing, because matching has always been our thing.
We wouldn’t be the Vale twins otherwise.
Mother did so many things wrong, but bringing us together in this world was the one thing she got right. After all, we are two halves of a whole, matching each other perfectly. Tell me that isn't fate deciding our destiny from the moment we were born.
“I have been a bad girl, father,” she says, pulling on my belt. Her fingers find the zipper of my shorts. She smirks, continuing the twisted roleplay as she gets to work. “I have unholy thoughts about my brother, father.”
If Mother could see us now, she would have brought her cross out, burning hot, ready to scald Sage's skin until she learned to avoid sin. Not that it worked. It clearly didn’t, given what Sage is choosing to do with her free will years later.
All those punishments, yet my dear sister is still so eager to fall on her knees and worship me.
Such a good little angel, made just for me.
And some people believe there is no God—who else could have sculpted such a beautiful, ruined creature?
“Tell me about those thoughts, child,” I urge, playing right along. My woman is wild, and I’d be a fool not to indulge her ideas of fun.
I certainly look the part. I’m wearing a matching latex priest shirt with black shorts and fishnets—because you can never go wrong with fishnets.
Sage drew a heavy line of black eyeliner along my waterline and smudged the top lids with the same greyish-black shadow she used on her own eyes.
Dressed like this, we look even more alike, driving the whole Vale twins label home.
Mother might have slapped that label on us like a sticker that refused to peel off, but we wear it like a badge of honor now.
Being the Vale twins is an identity we can’t shake, but it’s also the tether between us.
It’s the one thing that will always tie us together.
No matter what happens in this lifetime, Sage can never leave me.
She belongs to me. She is my other half.
The only way she walks away from me is over my dead body—and my dear sister could never bear the thought of my death, let alone cause it.
So it’s safe to say we’re bound together. For better or worse.
She exhales a husky breath and wastes no time pulling my cock free. Her lips wrap around my already hard shaft, forcing a low moan past my teeth. I will never get over the feel of her tongue on my skin.
“Fuck, sister,” I mumble as her head moves up and down, taking me inside her pretty mouth.
I grab the back of her veil—the slick latex strange against my palm—and push her to take me deeper.
She doesn’t fight it. She lets me guide her head down until I hit the back of her throat.
She starts gagging against my shaft, but I don’t let go.
I hold her steady, hips setting a slow, deliberate pace as I fuck her throat.
Muffled sounds spill past her lips—the best thing I’ve ever heard.
A melody made out of pure sin. She is mine, and no one will ever convince me otherwise.
She was designed by God and fate to be my redemption and my ruin all at once.
“Such a good girl... are you ready?” I warn as the pressure builds in my gut.
She pulls back, looking up at me with tear-stained cheeks and eyes burning with lust. She opens her mouth and sticks out her split tongue. Two silver spiders glint on either side—piercings I put there myself a few months ago.
I stroke myself faster, the tip of my cock rubbing right in the center of her split tongue.
The metal bars pierced through my shaft grind against my own hand, sending a wave of intensity through me that makes my eyes roll back as my orgasm approaches.
She leans closer, and my eyes catch the word ‘sinner’ tattooed above her breasts—matching the one on my own chest.
I speed up my hand, letting the metal ring at the tip of my cock stroke her tongue as I drive myself toward a release that would make Satan jealous. My sweet sister waits on her knees, eager for my cum to coat her tongue like the good girl she is.
I smile to myself as the climax hits, closing my eyes and savoring the rush as heavy streams coat her tongue.
She doesn't move a muscle until every last drop is spent.
Only then does she pull her tongue back in, tasting me, licking her lips to catch anything spilling over.
She stays there on her knees, waiting for my next command.
I take a steadying breath and stroke myself a few more times, gathering the remaining moisture on my fingertips. I press them against her lips, pushing into her mouth. Her eyes stay locked on mine as she sucks my fingers clean.
“Good girl,” I smirk, tucking myself back into my shorts and looking down at my sweet, beautifully ruined girl.
The night is just getting started, and it’s already so promising.