Chapter 8 Alina
Holy Fuck. I knew from just looking at my brother that he’d be skilled in the bedroom but this is on another level. I don’t even have anything else to compare it to and I fear I'll never find something like this ever again.
After this one night, that’s it. We promised one night to each other and then we’d go back to being brother and sister. Back to our normal lives, both of us teetering on a fine line.
Ethan grips my ass in a fierce hold and pulls me back onto his awaiting mouth.
Fireworks explode behind my eyelids the moment he slips his tongue between my pussy lips and swirls around my tingling clit, teasing and taunting me until I’m ready to burst. I feel like my whole body is on fire with the way he’s working me into a frenzy, my nails clawing across the smooth wood of the drawers like a demonic animal.
I can practically feel my chest threatening to crack in half. “Ethan! Oh.. what’s happening to me?”
This feeling is foreign to me. It’s like a demon has taken a hold of my soul and wringed it out like a wet cloth. Tingles prick at the base of my spine when his fingers probe my opening.
“Has anyone else touched this perfect cunt?” My brother asks through heavy breaths and I shake my head, feeling the claws of embarrassment grab at my heels.
“No, never. I.. I should have said something. I’m sor–”
He cuts me off. “Stop talking Alina. This virgin cunt is mine, and now I’m gonna finish my meal.”
Ethan’s sharp words have me snapping my mouth shut and he dives straight back in.
Wet squelchy sounds echo around the room, mixing with my heady moans and I begin to grind against his mouth, using his tongue for my pleasure.
In and out it slides until I feel his long fingers slip inside of me, stretching me to perfection until it burns.
“Come for me, little sister. Come all over your big brother’s fingers.”
Ethan’s words send me into overdrive and my whole body begins to tremble with euphoria, glitter blooms behind my eyes and I come so fucking hard for the first time, from my brother’s hand.
“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coos as he slows his rhythm and I melt under his tender tone.
I expected guilt and shame to hit me like a ton of bricks but it never comes. In fact, I feel happy for the first time in my life..
But that moment of happiness quickly comes crashing down like a derelict building when the bedroom door crashes open and there, standing in the doorway is my best friend, covered head to toe in blood with anger like I’ve never seen before, burning in her eyes.
“Alina! What the fuck is this?!” Chloe screams into the room and I scramble to sort my underwear out and pull my dress down. The shame I expected to hit me before practically punches me in the gut now, it hits me so hard that I’m ready to throw up all over the carpet.
“You’re fucking your brother?” She spits out in disgust and I stutter over the words that I’m trying to say. “No.. no! Listen, it’s not what you think it is alright?”
Ethan looks up at me from the floor, like I’ve ripped his heart out and stomped all over it and both my worlds come colliding together. I love my best friend but I also love my brother too.
My hands find their way into my hair, gripping the roots tightly.
“It.. it was a mistake. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
I’ve had too much to drink, that's all.” Words spill out of my mouth like sour vomit and I catch Ethan rising from the floor in the corner of my eye, he lifts his hand to wipe the smeared paint and my arousal from his mouth before looking at me like I’m nothing but shit on his shoe.
Disappointment and hurt weigh heavy in his gun metal eyes.
I deserve it though. I deserve every ounce of wrath and hatred these two people will give me.
“A mistake? I’m a fucking mistake to you?” He jabs his finger into his chest, my brother’s tone is filled to the brim with hurt and I try to touch him, to somehow tell him without words that I didn’t mean it. That I don’t regret what we’ve done but he quickly steps away from me.
“Don’t fucking touch me, ever again.”
“Ethan.. plea–” I beg.
“You’re fucking sick. The both of you.” Chloe spits out with venom as her gaze darts between myself and Ethan. “You’re up here getting your kicks with your brother who fucking murdered my friends!”
No. No, this.. this can’t be right. Ethan.. would never. My mind is too scrambled to comprehend what’s going on.
I feel like I’ve fallen into a black hole. Nothing is making sense.
I turn away from Chloe to look at my brother who is showing no guilt for his actions.
“Is that true?” I saw the blood all over him, the baseball bat but I never wanted to believe what my eyes were showing me.
Ethan’s gaze darkens until all I can see is black in his eyes.
Something sinister sits dormant behind those windows.
“It’s true. Those people aren’t your fucking friends, Alina.
” He starts and I stumble backwards against the drawers he’s just eaten my pussy on.
“They used you. You’re nothing but a fucking toy to these people, to her.
” His gaze darts at Chloe and I can feel my resolve breaking, brick by brick.
My best friend steps into the room and shoves her finger into Ethan’s chest. “No. You’re the fucking user here.
You desperately want your sister to love you back.
You’re nothing but a freak and I’m done.
I can’t bear to look at the both of you anymore.
” Her words stab into my chest and I try to grab her wrist, to make her stay with me.
“Chloe.. please. Don’t.. don’t go.” I beg but it lands on deaf ears as she pulls her hand away from me in disgust, like she can’t stand the idea of my hands touching hers. “Don’t come near me again. In fact, I think you should leave.”
Heavy sobs shake my shoulders and I cover my face in shame before escaping the bedroom with Ethan hot on my heels.
His heavy boots shake the stairs with every step I take and I almost slip on the blood that’s covering the floors.
Bodies with missing limbs and broken bones are splayed out in a horrific display across the living room and vomit threatens to make an appearance at the sight.
My brother did all of this?
“Alina! Wait!” Ethan’s deep voice bellows through the house as I scramble towards the front door, not even caring what I step in or where I end up. I just need to run, to leave this place behind.
Cold air hits me like knives as I sprint out of the house. There’s people all over the front garden, groaning in pain as they try to crawl to any kind of safety they can find.
Where the fuck are the police?
How could Ethan do something like this?
My emotions battle for dominance. It’s my head against my heart and I’m not entirely sure which one is going to make it out alive. I can’t fucking think straight!
Once I reach the edge of the curb, I empty my stomach all over the pavement. Sour apple mixed with vodka hits my senses and I dry heave until there is nothing left inside of me. Then, the sound of Ethan crashing through the front door has me snapping my head towards him.
“Stay away from me!” I scream into the night air and he skids to a stop. “Don’t come any closer, Ethan. We’re done. I fucking told you this would end us both!”
I might as well have stabbed him in the gut with how he’s looking at me right now. Like I’ve yanked his whole world away from him and left him with nothing.
“You don’t mean that, Alina. Let me take you home so we can fix this!”
I shake my head and step further back, tears spilling over my eyelashes.
“There’s nothing to fix. We’re too far gone.
This was a mistake, we’re a mistake.” The words practically shred my insides like barbed wire as they leave my mouth but I need him to realise the severity of the situation.
We were never going to make it out of this together, it wasn’t written in the stars for us.
Maybe in another life yes, but this one? I don’t think so.
“Alina, please. Come away from the curb.” He says with wariness.
The urge to run into his arms is strong, but I can’t. “I’ll give you a head start to leave, to run away from all of this.”
“I’m not leaving without you! If we’re running away, we’re doing it together.” He pleads and I have to block out the sound in my mind and focus on the high speed car that’s travelling down the road. Probably some drunk kids out on Halloween night, completely unaware of the tragedy that’s unfolding.
My foot catches on the edge of the curb and if this is going to work, I have to time it right.
It’ll probably kill my brother, but he can have the chance at a free life.
One where he isn't haunted by me. He can find real love in someone that deserves him, because he does deserve it and I don’t deserve him. I never have.
He’s my big brother, and I’ll do everything I can to protect him.
Loud rumbling begins to form at the end of the street and I shoot my gaze to Ethan one last time. Remembering his face, his strong brows and sharp jaw. The way his wavy hair blows in the cool breeze, how soft it felt between my fingers. His lips pressed against mine. I’ll remember everything.
“Alina. What are you doing? Come to me please!” My brother begs and in that moment, I accept my fate. He starts to stride towards me with determination, sirens blaring from police vans echoing in the streets around us.
Time is up.
“I love you, Ethan.” I whisper then step backwards off the curb and into the road, just as the racing car comes pummeling down the street.
I don’t even think I can feel the pain as the car rams into my body, it sends me flying down the street at speed, gravel scraping against my bare arms and legs, ripping me to pieces.
I don’t think that pain hurts as much as hearing my brother scream for me. That pain will stay with me as I drift on into the after life.
I just hope he forgives me for what I’ve done.