one #2
They’re not plotting. They’re not trying to get rid of me.
I’m part of the family, equally important to both of them, just like they always say.
Besides, the killings here have stopped since we all moved in together, so I know they’re not luring some man to his death.
If one of them was the Black Widow Killer, they’ve stopped now.
That has to mean something. If I’m not contributing to our relationship, at least I’m contributing to society.
I’m saving lives by being here, making sure they don’t take any more.
Hell, I’m practically a superhero.
The thought knocks me back to that night in the woods, and I stumble against the counter, catching it so I don’t fall.
I’m too high to feel any pain, but I don’t want to draw their attention.
When I leave the bathroom, they’ve fallen silent, but that’s not unusual.
Baron and Mabel don’t make much small talk.
They’d rather talk to exchange information.
I’m the one Mabel talks to about the little things.
Baron thinks they don’t matter, but they do.
In the bedroom, I fall facedown onto the bed, then roll over and stare at the ceiling.
I want a cigarette, but I told them I quit.
They don’t know what I do after they drop me off in the morning and go off together.
That I get the first batch started, and then I go out back and sit on one of the cinderblocks grown over with grass, and light the day’s first cigarette, and think about him.
About what I would say if I saw him again, how I’d make fun of his failure to launch—not only did he have to repeat his senior year, but now he’s kicking around the same town, with no job, no plans, probably still going to high school parties like some creep.
I could text him, taunt him, but I never do.
If I did, he might make fun of me too, point out all my failures, all the things I already know and think about way too fucking often.
I pick up my phone and scroll for a minute, checking to see if Harper or Royal have posted.
They haven’t. No one in my family is big on social media, but I was hoping maybe there would be an update.
I’m too much of a pussy to text and ask.
She’ll probably tell me to fuck off, that I don’t deserve to know about Olive after I bashed her head in. And she’s right.
Baron’s not the only reason we’re not going home for Christmas.
I hear Mabel murmuring in the kitchen. I toss my phone aside, consider telling her to come suck me off, but I don’t have it in me to sweet talk her, so I just jerk it for a few minutes.
Even that’s too much effort though. The Alice is coursing through me, and I’m horny as hell, but I’m already wrung out.
I pick up my phone again, meaning to find some porn, but I see a message from my sister on the screen.
UnsweetDolce: I can’t believe you’re not coming home for Christmas!
DukeOfBeavertown: I cant believe u call Arkansas home now
DukeOfBeavertown: or that u hvnt changed ur name
UnsweetDolce: I changed my name just not on here. All my msgs are here.
DukeOfBeavertown: so wsp? Pop out any new kids lately?
UnsweetDolce: haha
DukeOfBeavertown: srsly have u?
UnsweetDolce: no asshole
DukeOfBeavertown: babies actually come out of a different hole
DukeOfBeavertown: I kno dad thot u were his sweet little girl so he never had the talk w u but in case you don’t know about the birds n the bees…
UnsweetDolce: v funny
DukeOfBeavertown: ig u discovered a lil thing called birth control then. Can’t believe u made it a whole yr w-o making another bby. Must b some kind of record.
UnsweetDolce: on 2 nd thot, glad ur not coming home
DukeOfBeavertown: r royal n them there?
UnsweetDolce: just got here yesterday. U left yet?
DukeOfBeavertown: 2mro
DukeOfBeavertown: Olive ok?
I sit there, my heart hammering, feeling like such an NPC for being worried what Crystal will think. But she doesn’t hate me like Harper does. She’s the one I talk to the most, the only person I really talk to besides Baron and Mabel.
UnsweetDolce: yeah she’s funny. I can c y u liked her sm
DukeOfBeavertown: wdym
UnsweetDolce: she told some kid at school she knows santa isn’t real bc he never gives her what she wants. The kid told her that’s bc she wasn’t good. Olive punched her in the nose lol
DukeOfBeavertown: hell yeah gd 4 her
UnsweetDolce: Royal told her u cant ask Santa 4 ppl bc they have free will, n she said free stuff is lame, good stuff costs a lot like a Bugatti lmfao
DukeOfBeavertown: she has a point
UnsweetDolce: yeah she said u cant even get a car for free if its broke down and not running. Now Harper’s trying to explain the concept of free will to her
DukeOfBeavertown: lmk how it goes
UnsweetDolce: I will. I wish u were coming home i miss u
DukeOfBeavertown: me too kid
UnsweetDolce: bruhhh I’m ur big sister
DukeOfBeavertown: gg but tell her I said sloths r still cuter
UnsweetDolce: ???
DukeOfBeavertown: she’ll know
UnsweetDolce: kk drive safe 2m
I throw my phone off the bed and roll over, pressing my face into the pillow.
I didn’t have to go. I have no one here to talk to.
I just couldn’t bear it another minute, thinking about them there, picturing them all together in the living room with the fireplace and the gigantic tree, sitting on the couches and the thick rugs, casual and comfortable and cozy, laughing at Olive’s antics and being a family. I want that.
“Mabel!” I yell. I have to call a few more times before she appears in the doorway.
She hovers there, watching me warily, her gaze moving from my dick standing up to my face and back. “Why are you hiding in here?”
“Why haven’t you gotten pregnant yet?” I ask. “It’s been six months.”
“Maybe because I need to finish school first?”
“Are you on birth control?” I demand, sitting up.
“No,” she protests.
I jump up and grab her by the shoulders. “Do you have an IUD?”
“No,” she says, trying to twist away. I drag her to the bed and wrestle her clothes open, shoving my fingers into her as deep as I can reach, feeling for it. She winces, but she doesn’t protest. She knows her purpose.
“Then why haven’t you given us a baby?” I ask, spitting on my hand and slicking it over my cock as I loom over her. “My sister pops one out every time she even sees your brother’s dick.”
“Stop,” Mabel protests, trying to push me off. “I can’t.”
“You can, and you fucking will,” I say, jamming my dick into her. “You said we’d be a family. Why don’t you want to? Are you trying to have Baron’s baby instead? There’s no difference. Our DNA is identical. A baby of mine is as much him as it’s me.”
“Duke…” She struggles, but I finish anyway. When I’m done, I roll us over on the bed, keeping myself buried inside her.
That’s when I see Baron standing in the doorway, watching.
“Join, if you want to,” I say. “She was probably thinking about you the whole time anyway.”
Baron strides across the room, grabs the back of Mabel’s neck, and pulls her up. She blinks at me from behind the strands of blonde hair sticking to her tearstained cheeks.
“Tell him that’s not true,” Baron says.
“It’s not,” she whispers.
“Tell him you love him,” Baron orders.
She stares at me a long second. “I hate you.”
“Wrong fucking answer,” he says, shoving her head away.
It smacks into my chest, and she whimpers, but he doesn’t care.
He’s already undone his belt, and he crawls onto the bed, straddling my legs, and shoves into her ass.
She lets out a squeal of pain. He rams in deeper, ignoring her cries of pain.
“You knew what would happen,” Baron growls at her, stabbing into her ass. “You wanted this punishment.”
She doesn’t protest, just lets out a shuddering sigh. I can feel him moving inside her, his cock tearing into her, filling her. It makes me hard all over again, and I push her shoulders down, impaling her deeper onto him.
“Let me up,” I say. “I want to make her cum.”
Baron grabs her hair and drags her up until she’s kneeling on the bed in front of him, her face a twisted mask of pain.
He grips her hair in his fist, holding it near his shoulder while he thrusts into her.
Her little tits bounce, and I kneel up, sucking one nipple into my mouth and then the other, burying my fingers in her cunt.
She’s hot and flooded with my release, and I fuck it into her for a minute with two fingers before I slide down the bed, between her legs and Barons, until I can grip her thighs and lift my mouth to her dripping cunt.
I lick from her salty hole to her clit, circling the little nub with the tip of my tongue.
Her body shudders against me, and Baron thrusts harder, cramming her against my mouth.
I suck, and she bucks, her thighs quaking.
I close my eyes and drink her in, the taste of her like nothing else, like the home I no longer have.
It’s here, in her, in Baron, in the smell and taste of us together, the feel of him driving her cunt against my mouth, her smooth skin against my lips, her choked sobs and hot tears.
I slide my fingers into her again, and Baron pumps harder, and she cries out in torment, but I feel her walls clench when we both pump into her at once, my mouth sealed to her clit, my brother’s cock wrecking her until she gasps with pain, begs for relief.
Baron shows no mercy, and neither do I. I lick and suck and thrust until she shatters in my mouth, against her will, the orgasm dragged unwillingly from her body that always admits what her mouth can’t.
When Baron’s done, he drops her forward onto the bed, tucks himself away, and leaves the room, leaving us alone together.
Mabel is shaking with quiet tremors and soft, moaning sobs.
I slide out from under her and crawl over her back, laying myself like a blanket over her.
I kiss her salty cheek while I ease inside her stretched hole to add my seed to Baron’s.
She’s already loose and dripping with his cum, so I know it doesn’t hurt too much, even though she cries and pretends that it does.