Familiar Pain Blaze x Verse

[Verse]

There was a current of satisfaction in him when she fretted. Lighting lit and crackling. That was primal fear, bubbling to the surface and contained only barely by reason. But she was too late with feeling all those things. He loved how she begged, though, and how true it looked, under him. Her body tried in all its reflexive ways to get free, just as it had before. No use. He had anger in him and it was affecting them both. His hands were made to wring the life out of her while she jerked and struggle. From above, when he was choking his beloved sister for saying something so vile to him, he could see everything. Because she had to be still under him, despite her obvious need for motion. His hands were hard, and they shrunk around her with a very clear purpose. How beautiful and quiet she'd be, if he went through with this.

His arm shook with the adrenaline that his wrath had whipped up in his blood. His cock twitched inside her when she tried for more air. He didn't WANT her to breathe unless she was going to do say nice with that air. So he slammed her head down to make sure it rattled around in her skull, and maybe that would set his rude big sister right. Older sibling but she didn't have his common sense, did she? He thrust more into her as though to punch her with his hips. He was triggered to do more when her fighting flared. He was swayed by her pleading expression but his anger came back to combat it in his heart. This was payment for having left him too. This wasn't her only offense. He'd been rather patient with her this far, hadn't he? Maybe he was OWED her death? She'd certainly not cared enough about his to return.

He saw it too. That his strength was enough. It felt as dire as when father had bled out in this room. It jolted Callum back. His fingers twitched around her neck and he shook his head, shaking hers as well. He thought there was something strange with the way she looked at him and let go suddenly, to give her air back. Of course, he could feel all of it in his cock. The way she clenched in her moment of desperation, and how she breathed when she got to. He tried not to let the friction get to him. His fingers stroked from her forehead down her eyes and lips. Studying her as he fucked her. Both her legs were on his sides now, his hips finding their own rhythm against her. She still felt like home, in there. "You gotta check that mood of yours." he said, unaware of his hypocrisy.

He looked down over her as his fingers traveled further, glomming on to one breast as his eyes reached where his cock was pushing into her pussy. He liked watching the evidence that he was fucking his own flesh and blood. Her vagina looked completely right, sucking his cock. And then he leaned over, and grabbed onto either side of her skull so he could look her in the eyes as he started fucking her faster. "So...nngghh..." It was obvious he had at least forgiven her cunt, though his adoration of it was still rough. "You obviously grew up to be a fucking bitch. So you gotta stay in the cage for a while." he said, and his cock twitched with excitement inside her already orgasmed pussy. His pace raised, the cage complained. "But I... can... auh... I can forgive you." he promised while the frequency of his hips were at the highest.

He came in her. Splattered his dangerous seed inside her, drowning out the last hope of this not being as sordid as it was. He shivered and grunted as load after load washed her stomach. "Fucking..." he muttered at the almost painful pleasure of arriving inside your sibling. He hissed as he let go of her face and straightened out, to look down as he slowly drew his cock outward, until it popped from her now initiated sex, which was now the proud recipient and home of her brother's sperm. He had a small chuckle and sighed at the ringing in his cock wile it subsided. "I'm rooting for ya, sis." he said, drunk on the after math and swaying once before he pinned her forearm with one hand, and hooked three fingers into the ziptie over her wrist. He yanked once to undo it.

He abandoned that hand. "If you fight I'll fucking tear your womb out with my bare hands." he said, monotone, as he did the same thing with the other hand. He stood back, just a little, to watch her, if she'd be able to stay calm this long. He gestured to the mouth of the abused cage under her. "Now get inside." he said. And her cock-out, tall brother looked very serious about it. If she refused, and moved in any way that could lead him to think she'd try to escape, he would punch her in her chest to incapacitate her. It'd take her too long to get off the cage, he'd have plenty of time. And once he'd punched the run out of her, he'd grab her by the hair and toss her into the cage and lock it. Either way it would end with a lock being pinched closed and Mira inside.

 

[Blazefighter]

Just as Mira had been prepared to accept her poor fate she felt the fingers at her throat disappear. Her eyes widened as her back arched, sucking in a sharp gasp for air as her legs kicked again. This time not from the need to get Cal off of her, but from the desire to curl herself into a ball to try and protect herself. She coughed as her lungs rapidly expanded and deflated, sucking in each breath deeply between her sobs as Cal's fingers stroked her face. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" She coughed out the words, her voice raspy from the way her throat burned in resistance to her words. Even though his hands were no longer squeezing the life out of her she could still feel them there.

She had been about to close her eyes when Callum grabbed her head. The sheer terror sparked in her eyes as she waited for him to drive her head into the cage again, but he simply held her, forcing her to stare into unfamiliar eyes. His breath reeked of the cigarette he had been smoking earlier but she didn't allow her nose to twitch in disgust, their breaths mingled together as Mira still panted for air while Cal spoke above her. She wanted to shake her head no, to beg and plead with him not to lock her in the cage, but she was too scared to say anything other than; "I'm sorry Cal."

Mira registered the familiar way his thrusts stuttered to a stop as Cal came inside of her, nausea rolled through her stomach as a new warmth spread through her body, a warmth provided by Cal. She wanted to scream, though she had to force herself to be grateful at least for the fact that it was finally over. Her body ached, that searing burn she had initially felt when he had forced himself inside of her was beginning to return as he let her go so he could stand up and pull out of her. Her body twitched at the sensation of him moving slowly after having just taken her so brutally.

Her tear filled eyes watched as he grabbed ahold of the zip tie keeping her down and finally freed her. He didn't need to threaten her, not while she was still reeling from the fact that he nearly just killed his own sister. Once both hands were free she quickly pulled them in to her chest, tenderly holding the raw wounds as he motioned to the open door of the cage. By the time she was sixteen the cage had started to turn into a cramped space, she knew that the size of it wasn't meant for an adult, but what else could she do? For a moment Mira remained laying on the roof of the cage, her mind still dazed from being slammed around and loosing oxygen. Once she felt she had become a bit more collected she began to sit up, wincing at the pain that shot through her lower abdomen while trying to keep her eyes on Cal in case he changed his mind about forgiving her and tried to lash out.

Mirabella kept her movements slow, all to aware that if she moved too quickly she could risk triggering him and being hurt again. Her feet hit the cold basement floor and for a moment she thought her knees might buckle, her hand lashing out to catch the edge of the cage to steady herself while flinching, terrified that Cal would think she was lashing out towards him. When nothing came and he simply watched Mira forced herself into the cage, her heart hammering away at her ribs as she did her best to huddle into the corner with her knees tucked to her chest.

"Please Cal, please don't leave me down here." She whimpered as she gazed up at her brother through the metal of the cage. How many times had she said those same words but to Joe instead, how many times had her nightmares been filled with this cage obscuring her vision? Without her body being abused she was able to slowly start getting her breath back to her, though they were coming in short rapid gasps that bordered on her hyperventilating. She could understand that he was angry with her for leaving him behind, but how could he do this to her?

 

[Verse]

He liked that she was sorry. She had whispered the same words to him when he was forehead and knees down on this floor, when Joe had been particularly eloquent with his sausage-finger fists. She had ran her hand through his then short hair and whispered it. Sorry you're hurt. Sorry he did it. Sorry I couldn't do anything about it. Sorry this is our life. But she only said that one word, over and over, and it had soothed him as the damage set into his back and shoulder, where father had reigned most of his violence, that day. This wasn't the same. Wasn't the same prayer. This was for her, and so it was more heartfelt, more primal. He could taste the desperation in it. It had to be real when he let her breathe, and she still tried to say it through her intake of air. She was so adamant on things that would benefit her. But he believed her now. He had made her sorry. He had fucked her sorry.

But when he heard it at a close distance, when her head couldn't move because of his grip in her hair, her lungs growing and shrinking under him, his recently fucked big sister, it engaged him in a new way. She meant it in a new way. She had learned how things had changed. She accepted it. To think all it took was a big cock and some hard motions to make her like this. Maybe that's why she'd ran. Because she knew if Joe fucked her she'd stay forever. Callum was glad of that, at least, that Joe would never own her the way he'd own her now. She was the pretties possession, wasn't she? And she was well on her way of learning how to behave like a woman of this house.

He looked at the thoughts he could read in her face when he seeded her. She felt it, he knew, and she was conflicted. Held some of her opinions back. She have better. He let her know that he'd seen it, and showed how smug he was about her inability to express herself. He'd given her the very proof of the kind of man he was now. It was swimming dangerously inside her. Her pussy had felt so good. Not just the symbolism of it, but the hole and tunnel itself had been glorious. He was so happy they were compatible like that. And that she was now soaked through with his signature.

He was proud to flex for her when he freed her. She didn't try to run. That was a good sign. Her spirit had gone. He'd fucked it out of her. He could control her through her pussy. That's how you did it. Joe had been right about that. She nursed her arms for a while, and he watched it. If she wasn't running, he supposed he could be kind. If she behaved he didn't mind rewarding her with some lenience. His heart beat faster, excited to see her obedience. Her body language, that of a recently beaten creature, was delicious to him. He showed it in his eyes when he looked at her. The sentiment of her going to the cage never changed. Her cunt dripped down onto its floor when she lingered ontop of it.

He almost caught her when she faltered after setting her feet down. But she corrected herself. He nodded at her. It was hard for him to know if that was from sympathy or for her to continue. Either way she did. He loved her for her pitifulness. And he thought he saw flashbacks of how she'd always entered that cage. She was all folded up in there when she looked at him. He had never seen this situation from this perspective, before. Her breathing excited him. She hyperventilated for Joe sometimes, but not like this. Joe had never been able to do this to her. He knelt to look at the bundle of his sister, down there, and reached out, sure she'd flinch, but it'd just end in him cupping her cheek. "I have to do at least this. You were very disobedient for so long." he said and then stuck his head in there with her, and gave her a kiss on her forehead. "It's good to have you back, though." he said earnestly before pulling out of the cage again, and closing the door. The lock wasn't farther than an arms reach and he locked it easily and pulled out the key.

He stood and looked at her one last time. He gave her another nod. This one was friendlier. He turned his back and walked away, and the last things she heard was the door closing. He turned off the lights to plunge her into darkness.

-

When morning came, he had jerked off three times throughout the night about her. It didn't matter. If she was good, she would just wash those sheets for him. He threw on a pair of black jeans and a washed-out t-shirt and started breakfast.

When he came down he had a glass of milks and a plate with a peanutbutter and orange marmalade sandwich. Once, that's had been all they had, and she'd made it for him. It had been his favorite ever since. He knelt by her cage again, placing the food to the side. He was as excited as any male with a new, pretty pet, and hooked his fingers into one of the squares. "Hey sis, are you awake? Are you good now?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with old glee, though it'd be sinister now, given the situation.

 

[Blazefighter]

When Cal lowered himself to the opening of the crate Mira found herself momentarily glad that it was so small, what was in truth just a prison was now turning into a small bit of sanctuary at the fact that Cal wouldn't be able to crawl into the cage along with her like he used to when Joe couldn't handle the sounds of the children crying at being separated. His hand reached into the cage towards her and Mira hated the way she flinched away from him, closing her eyes for a moment as she waited for more pain that never came as his large hand held her cheek in a gentle touch that urged her to open her eyes again. She remained silent as he pressed his lips to her forehead before withdrawing and closing the door of the cage. "Cal." She whimpered as he pulled the key from the lock and stood up, her eyes widening as he looked down at her with a nod.

"Cal!" She pressed harder, but he turned his back on his sister. "No! No! Cal NO!" Mira screamed after him as he walked back up the stairs. "Don't leave me here! Callum! Come back, please!" Mira unraveled her body as she leaned forward to grab the opening of the cage and pushed frantically. The lights were turned off and the only other sound that was heard was Mirabella screaming as she beat against the locked crate.

Mira screamed into the darkness for hours until she could hardly make a sound. By the time morning had rolled around and Cal graced her with his presence, she had pressed herself back into the corner of the crate. Her head was buried into her knees, but she had hardly slept. Once her screams had finally stopped, all the adrenaline had left her body, finally allowing her to feel the pain throughout her body. She didn't dare move an inch as Cal approached the cage before she heard the soft rattle of the metal as he grabbed onto one of the open slots.

She lifted her head slowly, bruises littered her body from the ankle he had kicked out from under her, to the back side of her thighs. Her wrists and hand had stopped bleeding at some point in the night, though uncurling her fingers threatened to stretch the wound on her palm, so she kept her hand closed. Her thighs had the dried remnants of what Cal had done to her, a mixture of his seed, the pleasure he had stolen from her, and blood. But nothing was as bad as the bruising on her neck, the only thing she wasn't able to see for herself. Her slender neck was marred with the perfect outline of where his fingers had tried to squeeze the life out of her.

Her eyes were bloodshot and the bags under them showed that she hadn't slept well at all. Mira's eyes drifted towards the food he had set aside for just a moment before looking back to Cal. She didn't want him to see that she was hungry. "Please let me out. I'm good, I-I'll be good." Her voice was a weak rasp, the results of her screaming until she just didn't have the energy to do so anymore. She told herself that by now, the hotel would have contacted her office. By now, surely someone was looking for her. She wanted to urge him to understand that he couldn't keep her down here in this cage, but he could. He had seemed far too content to leave her behind.

The bra he had torn had been discarded to the side of her, leaving her wearing nothing but her t-shirt. It helped to give her a small bit of security, though she was scared to let that be known. If he really was an echo that Joe had left behind, she wouldn't doubt that he would take it away from her the moment she showed any sort of reliance on it.

 

[Verse]

The way she reached for him, and called his name made him feel like this might be alright, after all. Such a pretty desperation from her, like he was worth something. Like he was as important as he thought. It felt so real, then, her love, because he was whatever stood between her and what she feared. In this case it was the familiar darkness of this room. He had never locked anyone down here, not while they were alive, at least. Maybe she would see that she loved him in a new way, now. No, don't leave. He had thought those things too, in her absence. Those prayers hadn't worked, not directly, not for him. She would have to see how it was to be without a sibling who had the power to save you. He had taken comfort knowing she was in the same house, even when he'd been locked down here alone. He would extend her the same courtesy.

Her wails were an unwitting love song. He didn't mind the broken tones or the sometimes frantic meter. He had masturbated to her desire for him. But he slept well too, to the noises that she made. That cage had become a speaker. Her tired voice was all he needed. She kept reassuring him she was there, in her misery. He hadn't been so at ease in years. Mirabella was back with him. And she had reached for him. And she looked the part of someone who'd spent the night in a cage when he came down again. He'd never seen her like this. Was this how they always looked to Joe? To Callum, there was a sense of sadness for her, but it was overwhelmed by the excitement to get to play with her new state.

Her pose was what it could be, in the limited space. He tried to see her forbidden parts, from here, with her legs hugged against herself, and folded. She was an altar to his power. All the marks were maturing on her. He was drawn to the paintings on the inside of her thighs. Those were new. Neither of them had been adorned with something as telling and raw as that. But he liked the other ones as well. His sister. His doing. And he had somehow shown his own brand of it, as compared to Joe. Callum had done more than the old man ever could. This was a victory for their generation, though, the defeat was from them, too. Every thing was represented on her skin. Marred and marked. He fell in love with the choker of fingers that he'd tattooed over her throat. His fingers twitched to perhaps retrace them, see if he'd fit into the pattern again.

He smiled with an open mouth when she looked at the sandwich. By the layer between the bread slices, she'd know exactly what kind it was. The only kind in this house. Even father had known to start buying marmalade instead of jelly. She offered him more begging to complete her entire image. He was a dark, grinning idol, looking at her, letting her be unsure if there was a god in him that could hear her, when she sent her wishes off. All there is to do for the pious is to continue being good. He nodded eventually. He hoped she'd be infinitely grateful for that. He reached for the cage and there were keys in his hand to open the lock.

The door was pulled open.

"Okay then, big sis." he said and moved back. She looked good in her t-shirt. He sat on his ass and legs out, hands behind him on the cold floor to support his lean. He looked her over, amused, nostalgic. "Show me what a good girl does, then." he said. There was plenty of room for her movements outside the cage, if she wished. He had slept well, and she hadn't. There were pretty good odds that even her at her best couldn't outrun him anymore. And this was terrain that was more familiar to him than her, now. He had sacrificed many loads on her in her absence since he'd gone up the stairs, but he was about ready to give her more. Of course, there were other fun things to do with her, as well.

"I made that for you." he suggested. Despite the wants of a man he was also full of a little brother's greed for his sister's approval. And he didn't want her to be hungry. How would she look in her current state, eating? Family can reconcile over food. She had always fed him.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira hadn’t realized she was holding her breath while waiting for Cal to decide if he was going to let her out or not until he nodded his head. She exhaled as her shoulders slumped, obvious relief flooded through her as he unlocked the cage for her and moved back before taking a seat on the floor. She could feel as she leaned forward how weak her body was, the only thing she had eaten had been the small sandwich at the cafe. She pulled her body forward so she could crawl out of the cage while her eyes naturally drifted toward the stairs. If the cage had been big enough to allow her to stretch her legs she might have been willing to take a chance in running while Cal was lounging back in front of her.

Rather than standing up once she was out of the cage, Mira sat back down, pressing her back against the side of the cage next to the door as she slowly stretched herself up so she was sitting straight while slowly uncurling her legs. Spending hours curled up in a ball left her legs feeling as if they were no longer there, but as the blood started to flow again she was left with the sensation of pins and needles forcing her to carefully rub at her muscles while trying to keep herself covered as much as possible.

Her eyes left the door to look at the food when he told her it was for her. She swallowed hard as she pulled the plate closer to herself, not picking it up just yet. “Peanut butter and orange marmalade.” It wasn’t a question. Her lips pressed together hard at the surge of emotions she felt. If she hadn't cried her eyes out all night long she would have shed a few tears as she pulled the plate onto her lap and took a large bite. Her shoulders shuddered as she closed her eyes, her head lowered slightly as she resisted the urge to devour the sandwich he had brought her. Her stomach growled as if to further drive home just how hungry she was, but she forced herself to take it slowly.

"Thank you, Cal." She spoke only after swallowing her first bite. She didn't want to look up at him but angering him now could risk her food being taken away from her. With that in mind, her eyes slowly made their way to her little brother, he looked so comfortable lounging back on his hands. The things he had done here in the basement had clearly brought him a sense of peace with being in this room.

She hesitated for a moment before taking another bite, she had so many questions and yet she needed to choose them carefully. He had gone from being her little brother to a rapid animal that was clearly far too easy to provoke. "How long..." Mira pressed her lips together for a moment as she weighed the odds of how he might react to her question. "How long since Joe..." Died, was killed, left? She wasn't sure how to properly pose the question to him but knew he would understand what she was trying to ask regardless.

It only took a handful of bites before the sandwich was gone, gone far too soon but it was enough to satisfy her for now and helped to ease the shaking in her hands. She set the plate back to the side as she picked up the glass of milk and took a few sips. The cold chill helped soothe her raw throat, so it was a welcome sensation. As she held the cup in her hand she slowly realized that if she was going to escape again she needed to get him to trust her enough to let her upstairs. It wasn't until she finished her glass that she set it down, running her thumb along her bottom lip for a moment before leaning towards Cal. "Can I shower Cal? Will you let me clean up, please? Surely you don't want to leave me dirty right?" Her brows furrowed as she held out her hands to show the dried blood around her wrists and the palm of her left hand before brazenly drawing her right leg to the side so he would be able to see her inner thighs.

"I won't try anything funny, y-you can even join me if you'd like. For old times' sake." She hated the words coming out of her mouth, hated the bitter taste of them but other than keeping her brows furrowed in a look of concern she didn't allow anything else to show on her face. It was true as children they would bathe together, but as they started to grow up and Mira was able to protect Cal less and less it turned from them bathing together to her helping Cal shower or vice versa depending on who had gotten it worse that day.

 

[Verse]

It was a holy moment to him, to watch her immerge. Indeed like a new, rescued pet. He'd nurtured her. Not made her better physically, but he'd tried to cure her mind of whatever sickness her freedom had tainted it with. Cured her with a good fucking yesterday, and convincing her that everything she'd learned was wrong. Though father had been wrong about him being the man of the house, the laws he'd laid down were correct. Callum could feel it. It was right that his big sister crawled like an animal out of there. It gave him hope that she'd learned with her pussy, better than she had with her ears. He saw where her eyes went, and his own drew a bit harder for that. He wasn't worried that she'd get away if she tried, but it was upsetting that she was thinking along those lanes, at all. He tried to hold on to his patience, and even convinced himself she deserved the benefit of a doubt. After all, she was a smart girl. She'd get it in the end.

He was a bit mesmerized when she got comfortable on the floor instead. It pierced his heart a bit, to watch her nurse herself like that. Pretty legs. He reached for them a bit carefully, tempted by how she was touching them. He looked at her a few times when he kneaded one shin, that he'd allowed himself, a rather modest claim given he'd been inside her, yesterday. His face was a bit curious, if he was doing it right, if he was helping her. Though he sensed that it might not be what she needed, judging by how her own fingers moved, he couldn't help but continue. He liked touching her, and the distant idea of making her feel better. He also thought it was good that she learned he could touch wherever, whenever he wanted. You must always continue teaching. You lead the way. Joe's words.

His mouth dropped when she took the plate. It was more gratifying than he was ready for. He didn't notice his fingers were digging into her shin. He soon let her go to scoot up beside her, kneeling by her leg, close, watching her eat. His mouth was small too, hoping for her approval and he jerked back just slightly when her stomach growled. He looked at her with some farfetched vulnerability, from her and her abdomen a few times, begging her to do something about it. It obviously pained him that she was taking it slow, but for now, he would rejoice in that she remembered. It was a way of closing the circle, with him feeding her when she had been the one who kept him alive. He was happy to have this moment.

He nodded, parched for her gratitude. "It's the same brands. They changed the label on the peanutbutter, but it taste the same." It had obviously been a point of contention for him. He was not the kind to write angry emails to food companies, but there was clearly that kind of upset in her little brother, then. The marmalade had been cheap when they first got it, and that hadn't changed.

He didn't like when she started asking her question. She was obviously hesitant about it and that made him think she'd ruin this good moment. But he smirked when she got it out. To him, it wasn't a morbid subject. It was one of pride. He shrugged, coy and looked over at the stain by the exit. "Two years. Three in three months." he said and looked at her, quiet but excited. That was the small smile of someone who'd murdered his father. "He was strong, Mira. As strong as we feared. But I got him." he held up his hands between them and they curled as he reminisced. "He made me mad and that was my salvation. He asked me why I wasn't you, and then he asked what good I was." he looked at her and sighed with some admiration, his hands claws now. "I couldn't be you. But I was enough when father tried to beat some sense into me." The wording was familiar to them both.

He was so engrossed in watching her eat and then drink the milk that he was surprised she addressed him again. She really was the most beautiful thing he'd seen. He was drawn in so completely by her when she asked him, and he looked at her hands and the filthy result of his bad actions with such sympathy that she might be drawn to remember how he used to be completely hypnotized by the television when they got to watch it, or she turned it on for him when father wasn't home. He swallowed and first had some skepticism in his brow, but that brow lifted, surprised and delighted when she offered it'd be a joint activity.

"A-alright." he said, but by the end of the word he wasn't so hesitant anymore. It was obvious he was also struck by those old memories. He pulled his shirt off already, and stood up. His body was as formidable and svelte as she might remember, and he held his arm down for her. "For old times sake."

It wouldn't be viable to keep her down here forever. Not if they wanted to go back to how things were. He was clever these days, but anyone is dumb for the people they love. She would find that he was more ager than he should, pulling her along the stairs. She may be happy to get to go anywhere, but given her physical challenges, it may be going too fast. He didn't care in his recklessness.

The bathroom wasn't clean, but it wasn't dirty either. He certainly wasn't the one to keep home, but maybe someone he knew was, given its state. Nothing had changed, though. The waterproof wallpaper instead of tile, and the bathtub was still there. The curtain around it may have changed, but it was somehow the same color, but a new pattern. He pulled it open and showed her. "Sometimes when bitches don't have enough, but they're good, I'll let them clean for their wares." he explained and started pushing his pants down. Again that weapon of a limb came out, and she'd see the trails of her were still at its base, whereas the top was rubbed clean, which told of his nightly activities while she'd been crying her lungs out.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira had flinched when Cal reached for her, afraid that she had done something wrong without realizing it, but as his callused hand touched the smooth skin of her shin, she was relieved to feel a gentle touch rather than the harsh ones he had given her yesterday. Her legs relaxed between the two of them, and eventually she could feel the feeling returning to her feet. Despite everything that had happened between them, the touch was more aligned with how things used to be between them, threatening to bring tears to her eyes. She had always wanted to reunite with Cal, but not like this.

Mira did her best not to wince as his soothing touch turned into a harder grip as he watched her, though he didn't do it for long before he was scooting closer. Her wary gaze lifted from the food in her hands to him in time to see the way he seemed to flinch when her stomach protested at the lack of food. A trickle of amusement flitted across her features, ”It does taste the same. That's what's important... right?” Mira agreed with a slight nod of her head, before asking for reassurance. That uncertainty fed by the fact that she no longer knew her brother and how he was thinking anymore. She used to be able to get a good read on him, to tell when he was upset, but it was like looking at a stranger now.

Her eyes were glued on Cal as he turned to look at the dark stain, the smile on his face sent a chill of dread down her spine. There was no hint of remorse in the man before her, no doubt that he had done the right thing in murdering their father. "Three years." She repeated as she brought the heel of her right hand to her temple in disbelief. While she had spent the last three years chasing a career she had always wanted since she was a child, Cal was on his own dealing with the aftermath of murder all on his own. It made her heart ache to think about it, but she knew if she were to say anything further on the topic, it would risk setting him off.

He seemed to at least consider her words when she asked for a shower, the mention of them doing so together seemed to have been the right call as he visibly brightened at the idea, though for Mira it had the opposite effect. Cal pulled his shirt off and stood up, holding a hand out to her to help her to her feet. As much as Mira would have rather used the cage behind her to get up, she knew it would just be easier to accept Cal's help.

With a soft groan, she got to her feet with her hand on Cal's forearm, her grip tight so she didn't fall back down as she staggered on her feet. The pain in the ankle causing her to limp, but Cal's sure solid steps didn't give her time to move at her own pace. She hissed through her teeth but made no demand that he slowed down for her, instead she simply gritted her teeth. The pain in her ankle was nothing compared to the pain of her pride being shattered.

As he led the way out of the basement, Mira was given a second look around the house, it made even more sense now why things had gotten so out of hand. Cal was living like the stereotypical male bachelor. She staggered into the bathroom and looked around slowly, doing her best to contain her grimace. "Have you been working? How have you been keeping the bills paid?" She hoped that by trying to bring about a normal topic she might further find the young boy hidden underneath it all, the more she could get him to trust her the better off she was.

Mira went ahead and turned on the water, just a touch hot enough to be uncomfortable but not to hurt either one of them, before leaning back, glancing at Cal as he stripped down. Everything inside of her screamed for her to run now while he was distracted, but she knew she wouldn't make it anywhere on her ankle. Instead, she turned her head away, pulling her t-shirt off with her back just slightly turned to Cal and stepping into the water. It stung against her wounds, but it was bearable. Mira kept her body as close to the wall as she could, ensuring Cal had room, but also ensuring there would be space between the two of them when he stepped in.

 

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It was a bit of a victory to him, that she trusted him with her leg. Indeed the animal that had come out the cage was better suited to be a pet than when she'd gone in. It was good news for their relationship. He was as taken in by this interaction as she may hope. A complete atmosphere of nostalgia enveloped him, and it felt natural to talk about the food. He shrugged, smug about it. It hadn't been rocket science, but the caring bone in Callum was perhaps the smaller part of him, but still there. She'd seen. The larger parts were made for hammering her insides, weren't they? Having her amicable was a gift he wouldn't squander. It felt natural, for a while, being close, talking. She felt like his Mirabella again. He didn't want to lose that.

He blinked slowly when she adjusted to the idea. Yeah. Father had been gone a while, but not before he'd made this place worse than how it had been. Her leaving was fresh in both of their hearts, and it felt like she'd just ran away, when father made it impossible do to anything but kill him, or be killed. It was the feat of Callum's life. He was glad to pull her along after that, glad she'd want to share some water with him. The parts that had missed her company combined with the parts that saw her as a woman. He held her hand firmly, but there wasn't any sadistic squeeze just because.

He heard her suffering, but he was too happy about this to slow down. Once or twice he looked back to make sure she was with him, as though the fact that they were connected didn't matter. He had always been liked that. He would touch new toys to make sure they were there, that he had something good in this world. Sometimes, she'd wake up with his palm on her face, as though he was uncertain she was real, too. He also cared about her noises, but not as much, not when he was about to do something he thought about every time he was in that bathroom. It was surreal that it'd happen so soon. And that she had suggested it. Maybe they'd salvage this relationship to what it ought to be sooner than he thought.

He looked around when she asked, and then made a pout with his lips like he was thinking, suddenly impressed with himself. "I work." he stated, as though he was discovering it himself. He didn't really think of it as work. But it got him money, and it gave him power over others. "I sell drugs. It started with pawning off some of father's collectible engine parts, and then I used that as seed money. Now I got a little circuit going. The parties here pay a lot, but they can get out of hand too, so I don't do them unless I feel like it." he said. He was rather open with the process. "Sometimes I've gotta break bones, but that's no trouble." he was rather callous about that.

He watched her. He didn't see himself in the mirror over the sink, but the image was that of a dark-eyed observer. The sweetness went out of him, when he was reminded of her pretty body, grown a bit since last they'd seen each other. And his marks on it. He swallowed when he got to her ass, but was pulled out of the trance when she got in the water. He followed quickly, and if she looked at him, his destructive manhood was a bit more inflamed from when she'd gotten a glance of it before. He was sure to submerge it when he sat down in the tub. He looked up at her from his end, his legs of course enough to span the space between them and around her. He hooked his feet behind her back and under her ass.

"So, like, are you dating anyone?" he asked. It would seem irrelevant in view of why men really ask that question, since he had been taking that freely, some hours ago. He seemed honestly curious. She may think this was compartmentalized in a different place in his brain, where he wasn't jealous. But there'd always be that risk of upsetting someone who'd become ruined, growing up as they did. His feet and toes pulled a bit at her from behind, as though to move her closer to him, but it was absently. He leaned back against the wall and edge of the tub. Of course, if she said yes, he'd promptly ask "Does he have a bigger cock than me?" as casually as though he was asking their job. And if she said no, he'd be sweet and tell her they didn't know what they were missing.

 

[Blazefighter]

She wasn't sure what kind of job she was expecting Cal to have, but hearing that he was selling drugs was not it. That older sibling side to her made her want to chastise him about what he was doing, though he might not believe it she did care about him and his wellbeing. The only show of disapproval she gave was a frown but she managed to at least bite her tongue to keep from saying anything stupid. As he moved into the tub with her, her eyes naturally followed the movements of his body, to the way he loomed over her as he stepped in to join her. She was quick to look down to her legs so he didn't think she was staring at him or his clear excitement that he had going on.

With the extra body in the water it rose higher on their bodies, but Mira welcomed the warmth it provided even as the sweeping discomfort grew as Cal settled with his legs around her practically closing her in. Rather than looking back up at him now that he was sitting in front of her Mira kept her eyes down, pretending to be busy with cleaning her wrists and hands off so she didn't have to look at Cal and could try to forget what was going on. His question caught her by surprise, her eyebrows rising just slightly as she peeked up at him. She didn't want to answer him, it wasn't any of his business and unless he let her leave it wouldn't matter at the end of the day.

"No, nothing serious." She mumbled only after feeling his feet moving against her, pushing her own harder against the bottom of the tub to ensure she wasn't pulled towards him. When she realized he wasn't actually trying to pull her closer she relaxed a bit more and resumed cleaning herself off. "But I do have a job, one that was expecting me yesterday." She spoke slowly, choosing her words carefully as she tried her best not to trigger him.

"I understand that you don't want me to leave again Cal, and I promise I won't, but just not showing up to my assignment is going to raise some red flags right? I have to at least get in touch with my boss to let her know I'm okay." Of course she wasn't really okay, and had no intention of wasting an opportunity to seek help if Callum gave her one. She was far too aware of the fact that no one in her office knew of her home address, even if they realized she was missing they wouldn't know to send someone to the house but maybe Cal would get nervous at the idea that someone could be sent.

They had never been brave enough to ask for help, save for the one time Mira had tried going to the cops alone, so the police had never been to their house before. But with Cal revealing he was involved in the drug trade she assumed that he would want to avoid the men in blue coming by if he could help it. Once her wrists and hand were cleaned off Mira lifted her hands up out of the water to run her hands along her sore neck, tracing the pattern that Cal's fingers had left behind without knowing it was even there. After a moment she dragged her damp hands through her hair to work her fingers through the knots that had formed from her fighting back yesterday.

It would have been easy for Mira to pull her legs to her chest to help close herself off from him even more, but she forced her legs to stay down, her feet nestled under Cal's thighs and pressed into either side of the tub. She wanted to portray herself as being comfortable and relaxed despite the way her heart was beating so fast she couldn't tell if it was the heat of the water or her heart making her feel dizzy. Swallowing nervously Mira leaned forward, towards Cal so she could reach past him to the bottle of body wash, making sure to purposefully press her right hand into his left thigh to help herself before settling back once she had the bottle and removing her hand from him. She needed him to lower his guard around her, to forget about how she had left him once before. After pouring a bit of the soap into her hand she set the bottle down beside her and worked her hands together until she had a thick foamy lather worked up and began to rub it into her body, starting at her shoulders and collarbones.

She had been keeping her eyes down on her legs, but as her hands moved to encircle her breasts, she lifted her gaze to Callum as if it was the most innocent bath they had ever taken together. She knew she was playing with fire, but he had shown that the little brother she knew was still inside, she simply needed to figure out the best ways to draw that side of him out more rather than the heartless man he was trying to be. Mirabella straightened her back so it was easier for her to clean her abdomen before letting her hands slip back under the water to properly was her legs. The new burn that was setting into her wounds from the soap kept her focused on doing what she needed to so he would trust her more.

 

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He did clock when she frowned. He frowned back. It wasn't the killing kind. Not the cold kind that had action behind it. Not how she'd experienced him when he was inside her. It was defensive, in a place where he was not stronger than her - in her approval. He wanted it, but it wasn't his for the taking. And it didn't offend him as deeply as her leaving. What right did she have to tell him what to do? All the others did it. It paid well. Though Joe had left them this shitty house, it still needed electricity, and water, and food. Drugs made it easy, and Callum had just fallen into it, really. Having a venue really helped. At least that was something their father had given them. But the frown was all that came off it. No abuse. No rape. He still sat down and enjoyed the way she cowered a bit. He liked it, this invisible power, and this vulnerable part of her. She was a woman underneath all their history, he liked that, even though he loved her for the fact that she was his sister. The way the hormones worked inside him, it was impossible not to want her, too.

She looked out of this world, nursing her wounds and scrapes. Like a creature by a river in some story. "You can't wash those away." he said about her marks. Now that was colder. A bit of the monster he had become. He understood the human animal, the human machine. He wasn't teasing, he was just telling her that marks he gave her didn't go away with soap and water. A bitter truth that he wanted to feed her, and it reminded him of how she'd earned them. In many ways, he was the authority here. A creature in the river, too. His toes moved and touched her ass slightly. Just playing. Just throwaway motion. He liked her softness. He'd missed it. Feeling her flesh was different now but it was just as pleasant as he'd hoped. Mirabella had a different texture than the other girls.

He raised his own brow when she answered him. He even listened to her go on about her work. He was proud of her. She had done well for herself, outside of Yareli. But that wasn't important. Nothing serious. That didn't mean Nothing at all. He wanted to address that, but he wouldn't yet. They were having a conversation. He swallowed the compliment he'd saved up for her, though, now that her answer about a boyfriend was so dubious. All she said was dubious, actually. He wasn't the kind of clever that could ace an interview, but he understood the animalistic language in modern humans now, because they'd forgotten how to hide it. And he had become something that survived on eating them.

"Mhm." he gave when she explained her situation to him. It all made sense. She could very well be speaking the truth. But he was taken when his Nymph of a sister continued to clean herself. His lips parted with a little breath as he took her in. His feet pulled at her asscheeks reflexively, but didn't bring her closer to him, only kneading deeper into the flesh. Like she was putting on a show just for him. He was surely enjoying it a lot. He was proud of all the places she touched, because the discomfort she exuded from it, made him remember how strong he was. And she knew now, too. She was ornamented with all the proof.

He was about to answer her but he softly choked on it when she came toward him. His eyes grew wider and his leg stayed right there to support her hand. She smelled so good. Better than the wash she took. His hands on the top of the edge of the tub curled to keep from catching her and holding her to him. His jaw dropped a bit when she soaped herself up. He swallowed. It seemed so harmless and it still set his blood on fire. He thought she'd be timid for this entire ordeal. There was movement in the water as his cock filled a bit more. He ran his hand through his hair as though to wake him from the trance. His fingers raked his scalp.

"But you're not okay." he said at last. His hand touched her leg under the water. "So you don't need to tell them anything." So she would know he knew what she was playing at. And now he did pull her closer with his feet hooked around her backside. She could try to stop it all she wanted, but maybe she was playing at being nice, now. Nice means compliant. Either way she'd end up as close to him as he wanted her. He put his hand on her chest and slid up to spread the suds. It was inevitable that his thumb ended up encircling her throat with the way he was petting her. She would soon feel the large cock pushing against her stomach, hard and long as he was.

"Never mind that." he said, dismissing her attempt. His other hand moved too, and now he was massaging her neck to build a foam for her, both hands. The only difference between this and choking her was the lack of pressure. "What do you mean Nothing serious?" about dating. He tilted his head and looked at her with that old beast cadence. His knees were above the water because his legs had encircled her, feet crossed behind her. It was only her and his cock inside the circle. His hands slowly rubbed around her neck, fingers slowly locking. "Tell me about them, sis. I wanna hear some gossip about your life."

 

[Blazefighter]

She saw the way Cal frowned when she had at his revelation of a job, knowing she had made the right decision in not chastising him about it comforted her in an odd way. One right choice could always lead to another. Mira's jaw had clenched when Callum made a little comment about her trying to wash her wounds, her brows twitching together at the small urge to try and prove him wrong. But he wasn't wrong. The best she could do was make sure the cuts and scrapes were clean, but it wouldn't make them disappear. Nothing about yesterday could ever disappear. No amount of therapy or drinking could help her now. She did her best not to stiffen her body whenever she would feel his feet move against her ass. He wasn't actively trying to pull her towards him and though she was essentially trapped in the tub with him, the space between the two gave her a false sense of security.

He gave a soft hum in response to her talking about her work, about her need to reach out to her boss, but she had succeeded in at least distracting him a bit. There was a flutter of hope in her chest at the clear surprise on his face when she had begun to run the soap over her body. Surely he hadn't been expecting her to act so boldly and though she kept her expression neutral, she was confident that he would cave to her request. Until he didn't.

The bath water was still hot, but as Cal dropped his hand under the water to touch her leg she felt her body grow cold. Her eyes widened on instinct, giving away the mixture of disappointment and despair that flooded her mind. "But Cal-" She was cut off as he pulled her forward, her body sliding towards him even as she quickly removed her hands from her legs to place them on his chest. She had pushed slightly, trying to keep that space between them, but she had pushed too late. With his legs locked behind her the only way she could slip away was if she tried to stand and with how tightly she was tucked into him she knew he would be able to get hold of her before she could even be halfway on her feet.

Mira turned her head to the side to allow herself to look away from Cal, the pressure she had placed against his chest lessened as his hand moved up her chest to her neck. She was doing her best to remain still, trying not to stimulate the erection she felt pressing against her. Her breathing had turned shallow by the time both of his hands came to her slender neck, the stark reminder of how easily he had wrapped his fingers around her and nearly choked the life out of her had her throat bobbing as she swallowed. Unlike yesterday however, he didn't squeeze, but it wasn't enough to make her relax. She couldn't relax when his hands were on her.

He brought the topic back around to her dating life causing a confused frown to form as Mira looked back at him. For a moment her eyes lifted from his own, falling to the scar cut through his brow. If it weren't for his hands still moving at her throat Mira could have allowed herself to slip into feeling concerned for him, feeling sorry for him. But nothing about Cal now told her she should be feeling sorry. She couldn't feel that way for anyone but herself now. Even when she felt his fingers lock into that familiar spot she still debated biting her tongue, she didn't want to talk to him about her life because she wasn't sure if it could set him off or not. For a moment she almost wished she was back in the safety of the cage, at least then she wasn't trapped against Cal's body.

Her hands pulled away from his chest, tucking them against herself as she squeezed her fingers tightly. "I meant nothing serious." She repeated slowly, her throat vibrating against his thumbs as the words slipped out. There was no doubt he would be able to feel the way her pulse was racing against his hands though she was still trying her best to look calm. "I've gone on a few dates, met a few... nice guys. But it was all just fun to keep myself distracted from work." And from her past. "Nothing more than a few hook ups, that's it." She cleared her throat for a moment as she tried to lean back, his hands on her throat made her nervous, scared, and she hated that. "And you? Are you dating anyone?" There was the faint hope that if she could just keep the conversation flowing between them it would be enough to keep him distracted from her.

 

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She could be such a good conversationalist when she wanted to. He enjoyed her amicable attitude here in the water with him. Sometimes he forgot that she was just an escape waiting to happen, well, if he let her think she could. Yeah, in some moments he was just her little brother again. He just slipped right into it, voice and all. But he was mostly pulled back to their present entanglement, and new dynamic, when she was being a woman, naked here, in their warmth. The texture of her ass when his toes dug in reminded him of that. What was he supposed to feel when his sister lathered up like that? While she was full of siren calls for his macabre libido, this seemed intentionally seductive, even if it still had an air of practicality around it. It's easy for young men to see any situation, and read their own ego into it. But as distracted as he may be, it still meant he was focused on her. It was his job as a guard, wasn't it?

He was still clever, or maybe his instincts were when he didn't even think. Her responses to his answer and touch made him feel like he was the god of her world. He bit down on a smile when he'd thwarted her, so easily. Mirabella had thought she was so smart. He'd fucked her body, and now he'd fucked her mind a little. Mischievous little brother. He still brought her closer, even if she was a bit tense now. She ended up caught, all the same. She had the good tact not to struggle or upset the water around them all too much. Mira had always had a measure of class. That's why he'd liked when she screamed and cried when he stuck his dick into her, yesterday. And how he got to play with her in the tub now. But nothing, his small smirk said. Her hands on his chest was more reassuring than anything. He looked down at his big sister sitting in the water. His heart was calm under her palm.

His cock moved when he did, while he gave such gentle but full attention to her neck. She sure straightened it for him. And he got to trace his old sins on it, from yesterday. She'd feel his cock twitch and then softly beat against her stomach with excitement. He still pressed on the boyfriend thing. And she didn't want to tell him. He looked at his chest when she left it, and then at her, as though that would make her bring her hands back. But eventually there was some details. They came with the quickening of her blood-rhythm under his fingers. So there'd been a few. "Hah." he said, interested. His fingers tensed a bit in their hold on her but they didn't close. The prison for her throat was as allowing as before, but the bars had just grown harder. He laughed, a little nervous about her counter question, and his fingers hung looser on her.

"Welp, you know, this line of work takes you out a lot." he said and shrugged. He was almost coy about it. He reclined and that would have him let go of her throat. One hand slid over her collarbone and to her shoulder and down her arm to eventually stretch it with him as he went back. This meant his hand rode her arm all the way down to her wrist. He drowned her hand and put it assumptively on his hard cock, which, in him leaning back, had left its landing on her stomach. It was very obvious he expected her fingers to go around the hulking girth of his member as he continued answering her. The haunting thing may be with what ease and normality he did it all. He even let go of her hand after he placed it on the underwater monster, sure she'd play along. "So I met a few girls, yeah." he said and braided his fingers together behind his head.

"A lot of them are into that alpha shit, and after Joe, I can take and deal a beating pretty well." he continued like it was nothing. "They see me beat up other guys. You should see these whores look up at me when they suck me off, sis, it's like, I'm their fucking deity or something." He laughed and then clucked his tongue, trying to add to the story. "And then there's the druggies. They're pretty sloppy but I kinda like that, you know? They always wake up a bit when I'm fucking them though." he was of course referring to his own size. His smile grew brighter. "And oh, then there's the ones who haven't been in this stuff for too long, like the ones who are just starting off. Sometimes I gotta hold them down. That's when the party really gets wild." he leaned over and tapped her on the shoulder with his backhand before leaning back again. "But you know how that is already, don't you, sis?" he said, beaming, with his hands behind his head again.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira could see the silent request that Cal had when he looked down at his chest where her hands had previously been planted. The conversation at least served as a slight distraction, though her body mimicked the tension in his fingers. How might he have reacted if she hadn't changed the topic to him instead? When she felt his fingers loosen around her neck, she tried her hardest not to look too relieved. She took in a slow breath as one of his hands traveled down the length of her arm, this was a subtle, gentle touch that she could be okay with even after everything that had happened. Or so she had thought, until he brought her hand under the warmth of the water to his cock, which was no longer pressed against her body. Her fingers didn't curl around him, but at the same time she didn't withdraw her hand either, making it seem as though she was hesitating about what she should do as she listened to him answer her.

She did her best to keep her expression neutral as he laughed about some of the women he talked about, but she couldn't hide her disgust when he reached out to her as if she might laugh and agree with him. That was when she finally pulled her hand away. "I'm getting cold, we should get out now." She bit her words out harder than she meant to but she couldn't play along when he treated what he had done to her like a joke. She could bear with the way he spoke about other women so lowly, but not her. The fact that he hadn't seemed to show the slightest bit of regret grated on her nerves more than she had expected it to. She made quick work of scooping the water into her hands and pouring it over her body to rinse the suds away from her before moving again.

She couldn't even scold him the way she wanted to, the dynamic of their relationship had shifted far too drastically for her to even make that attempt. Mira loved that he was smiling, but not the reason that made him smile. That different conflict of emotion helped to encourage her to push away from him. Her feet dug in against the sides of the tub as she pushed her hands against his knees, hoping to be able to slide his feet apart just enough for her to slip through as she pushed backwards. The ache in her ankle made her wince but she wasn't going to let that stop her this time.

"My baby brother sure has grown up, hasn't he?" Her words came in a surprisingly level tone of voice despite the way she could feel them practically burning her tongue. He was supposed to grow up and be a better man than Joe, not a better abuser. She couldn't blame him of course, not when she understood that he did what he needed to do to survive in this house all alone. What she couldn't understand was when and how Cal started looking at her as someone other than his sister. Joe had never been explicitly sexual towards her, the threat had always been there growing worse and worse with each passing year, but his touches had never strayed like what Cal's did.

She couldn't understand if Cal had changed because of Joe, or if this was just something twisted inside of him that had actually always been there. For the first time as Mira tried to push out of his cage of legs she couldn't help but look at Cal like the stranger he was. Of course there were flickers of her brother there every now and then, but his response he had given her when she tried to use work as an excuse to call someone told her there wasn't much point in trying to talk sense into him.

 

[Verse]

There was always the risk of her being skittish with everything now. He'd had to teach her a rather hard lesson, yesterday. But she still let him pull at her arm, and it came along until her hand was on his cock. She didn't have that wonderful reflex, where her fingers naturally curled around it, so they'd know his girth against the length of her digits, but she didn't recoil either. That meant something, too. Maybe she understood in her head what Joe had tried to teach them, all those years, that it was in a woman to do her part for a man. His cock contaminated the water a bit, a cloud of pre growing quickly out of it, like some marine boil on the bottom of the sea, letting out primordial things into the ocean. Her touch felt so good, but it had potential to be so much more. There was so much for Mira to learn, wasn't there? She'd have to become a productive live-in soon, but for now, as long as she listened to him, he could forgive her for her shortcomings. At least they could share some lighthearted but important views on people the same sex as her, so she wouldn't make the same mistakes.

He frowned, however, hard and quick, when her hand left him. He was offended that she thought she had that choice. It just proved to him how little she really knew. He didn't move at first. His lying sister got to think it was alright to be her own person, to not please him even in conversation. He liked the way she rinsed herself off, though. It was pretty, the way the water cut away the foam from her skin. He shifted slightly when she created a distance between his torso and herself, but she was still bathing in the cove he'd created for her between his legs. Didn't she see her entire world was made out of him now? She was so stupid it was almost innocent. But if he kept forgiving her for her lack of knowledge, she would never learn anything. Father had pressed on this, when they'd begged him to stop his teachings, when they said they didn't want to learn.

He was mesmerized by her motions, and the audacity in her when she moved about more. She looked back at him, still not knowing all the blackened things that swirled around in his head about her. She relied on his knees and used them to get up. He liked the contact and stared at her tits and then her face when they were in motion, losing drops of water back down to the tub as she got herself higher. The whorls in the heated depths that were not that cold yet made small torrents around his still submerged cock. He fought his impulse to chase her. His silence was very deliberate. And it was hard to maintain. Eventually his face had changed into that of offended awe at what she was doing. "I've grown even more than you think." he assured her. There was venom in his tone but he didn't act.

"But I showed you that yesterday, didn't I?" he asked and actually leaned back to watch her, up and down, when she finally got to stand in the tub. With her mostly out, the surface lowered, and his cock breached. "That's when your body learned. When you came like a slut on your little brother's cock." his voice was also level, though it clucked in his throat like he was some animal trying to use human words. He knew it was a point of embarrassment for women, to not have control over their own pleasure. He stroke his foot against her leg, still acting as though he owned every inch of her. The gesture was trying to usher some sense into her. Though he was growing increasingly hopeless about that. Maybe teaching her would be fun.

"Now you have to show me how much you've grown, sis." he said and his long arms spread to then curl and hook hands into the edge of the tub. He pulled himself up to sit on the farthest edge of the vessel. His cock dripped with plenty of water that it had scooped up in the process. "Get back in the tub on your knees, and speak into the microphone. Answer me about what you did on these "few dates"." He had obviously not let that go. And it was also obvious he meant for her to worship his dick while she divulged about her intimate life. The way his head tilted, he also challenged her to not do any of that, and risk what he'd do to her in response, in this room of wet, slippery surfaces and hard, enamel edges.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira watched Cal frown at her when she withdrew her hand, but he didn't lash out. He didn't even try to stop her as she gathered her legs under her to stand which gave her a false sense of security. She of course hadn't been cold while sitting in the water, but now that she stood the chill of the house was hard to ignore. Her body's response to the change in temperature would be hard to ignore as her nipples hardened, but she could hardly care so long as it meant more space away from Cal. What she hadn't been expected was for Cal to simply remain seated in the tub below her. If she chose to flee she would have a significant headstart on him, but more than that looking down on him only served as another reminder of how small he used to be compared to her, how often she had tried to shield him from everything, but most importantly how much she used to love him.

Her fingers slowly curled into fists at her side as he brazenly pointed out the fact that he had made her cum yesterday. She could tell her face was flushed but whether it was from the embarrassment at the fact that it happened or the sudden rage she felt she couldn't be too sure. She had inherited her mother's looks and frame, but just like Cal she had inherited their father's anger. While Cal had learned how to hone that anger with his fists, Mira had turned to therapy. Those stupid little coping mechanisms wouldn't do her any good now and as his foot stroked against her softly she could feel her patience starting to wear thin. "You stole that from me Callum, and you should be ashamed of that." The words came out as a sharp hiss, every ounce of hesitation she had displayed when picking and choosing her words earlier was gone now as she stood over him. There was an undeniable urge to slap him, but she wasn't sure if she was prepared for the consequences of that.

What she hated was the fact that when he moved his arms to the edge of the tub and began to push himself up, she flinched back. Even in her growing anger, she still knew in the back of her mind that she needed to be afraid of him. While he seated himself on the edge of the tub Mira turned just slightly while keeping her eyes on him and began to drain the water out of the tub. There were plenty of dangers in the room, at least by letting the water drain she was removing one danger. Unlike when she had stood up Mirabella's eyes didn't leave Cal for one second. She had no sick fascination with his body and had no intention of making him think otherwise.

He ordered her to get down on her knees and tell him about her dates, but she had already told him more than she wanted to in the first place. The way his head cocked to the side was a silent challenge to her defiance and that anger that had started to build up flared to life at the sight. Her jaw clenched tightly as her eyes finally left his, darting down to his hands where they rested at the side of the tub, and then down to his feet. With their positions changed Mira stood just between his feet, even with his long arms she could tell he would have to lean forward to take hold of her which could really only buy her half a second. If she tried jumping out of the tub she risked getting caught up by his leg and crashing to the floor.

She knew she wouldn't get down on her knees for him though, she would be just as trapped as if she had stayed wrapped up in his legs. Mira lifted her eyes back up, taking a slow deep breath to calm herself as she let her fingers uncurl. "I'm sorry, that was rude of me, I didn't sleep last night so I'm a bit irritable." She made her apology with a frown, a look of genuine remorse on her face as she dragged her right hand through her hair. She took one more deep breath to further relax her body as her feet shifted, squeaking as they slid in the now empty tub as she started to adjust her feet so she could get down. Once she felt she was confident enough Mira pushed off in a sudden burst of energy, her feet slid on the bottom of the tub but she had at least prepared for it enough to catch herself and use it to throw her body up rather than letting herself go down.

If she managed to get out of the tub before Cal could react she wouldn't even hesitate to run out of the bathroom. Though she hadn't been there in years she knew the layout of the house like the back of her hand. The fact that she was still naked did nothing to deter her as she aimed for the front door. If she had been unlucky in her act of an apology and got caught she knew she would be heading for the ground, and heading for far worse pain than what she felt currently.

 

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He looked at her. A goddess risen from the sea. But one he'd tamed. Made human and even lower. He could see it in the knots on her skin, how she froze and how her pretty areola tightened around her little standing buds. Gods don't freeze. She had showed him her weaknesses. She had made him more powerful by letting him have her. Not only had he captured and subdued his sister, but he had fucked her, and made her orgasm from it. She was no less dear to him, but he liked her in a new way now, than the worship he'd had before she left. She wasn't elusive anymore. She was his, and everything she could be was therefor in his hands. A beautiful object for him to play with, standing there, dripping the water he had soaked her in. There was something meaningful in the way she looked down at him. Him and his cock. And he looked back at her with the same amount of emotion, though the emotions themselves had a different lilt. A darker color. Her little brother was powerful in his passivity. Joe had always ruled through violence. Maybe Callum had a quieter way to impose his will.

When he tested her on how she felt about it, how he'd brought her over the edge, she changed in the most beautiful way. Girls tried to affect him in his heart and head, because they though he had to be weak there, given how he chose to rule with his hard hands. But father had left a few things for Cal in that regard too. Maybe it wasn't just in cock size that the boy had surpassed the man he'd come from. He was eager to see what his sister would give him next, when he broached the subject. She thought she was clever, but he had to be smart too, in this world where he'd made himself a small king. He inhaled through is nose, a quiet, dark excitement, to see her anger. He inhaled slower when she spoke. It was everything he wanted. So much emotion there for him. He had stolen that from her. "You should have held on to it harder if you didn't want me to have it." he told her. "It wasn't yours if you couldn't keep it." It sounded like something father would say, but it was Callum's own logic. And evolution in him, of what he'd learned. Her fists were adorable.

His breath hitched with delight when she flinched. He sat there and watched her move to drain the water. She was still so mindful of cleanliness and chores. There'd be a lot of ways for her to express that in her new life. She was so tense, and it looked good on her body. More mature than his but infinitely youthful, still. He thought of their mother's proportions, and how they was available to him now, through Mira, and that kept his cock nice and hard as it still hosted drops, where it stood. He was very exited to try more of her out, but had to enjoy this tension for a bit. It made it all the more delicious. She was building her own attitude again. He suppose he'd let her, as long as she knew how to please him. And she would. It wasn't some choice she could disregard when he asked too much of her as kids, and she could prioritize 'more important things'. No. Now what he wanted was her utmost duty. It was more power than any man should have, let alone a little brother with a big sister complex.

She looked at him after his 'suggestion' and he stretched out a bit for her inspection. He liked to think she was admiring the way he'd grown. A few scars here and there, some she knew, and some were new. He'd gotten all this madness and wisdom from them, so he didn't mind, certainly, they were a point of pride. More than that the limbs attached to her little brother were long, and the skin was pulled tight over them, and the torso. A monster, but a physically competent one. There were people who may mistake his sinewy longness for weakness - he invited them to try out their strength on him - but no one would look at him and think he was slow. With the insanity that Joe had beat into the young body, he was even quicker than he looked. He hoped she was coming to that conclusion while she showered him with her anger. Ah, it made her look so alive. Oh, had he missed her.

He was in awe when she ran her hand through her hair, and his cock twitched in arousal when she apologized to him. He parted his legs a bit more to make room for her when she readied herself. But he knew something before she vaulted off. She was naked. He could see every pull of her muscles. His hand shot out to drag his fingertips over her hip and thigh as she jumped out of the tub. It shave off a few drops of water as she went. She would have to think on whether he had played with her or if he'd actually failed to catch her. If she looked back, she'd know by his demonic smirk that he was indeed ensconced in a game.

He was after her soon. His large feet slapped against the floor. His breathing was even, and he followed her quietly. Once or twice during her flight she'd feel his fingers rake over her spine. Once again, he seemed not to be catching her when he may try harder. She did reach the front door. She'd even get to hold on to the handle and unlock it. But before she could open, that's when he engaged his powers, and his efforts. He'd be close enough to her by then that a small burst of speed would do it.

He tackled her into the surface of the door, which flattened her against it. It was meant to crush her, and take the air from her lungs and have her sail to the floor. She was left to look up at her large little brother locking the door again, decapitating the very freedom she had sought. "You're going to tell me about them." he said and leaned down, to what he hoped was his stunned sister. And if she dared to act up again, he'd stomp her stomach, hard enough that he knew a boy his own age would be rendered useless from it. He'd start dragging her back by her newly washed hair. "Names." he said and shook her head if there was any fight left in her. He did not drag her toward the bathroom or cellar, but to her old room. They were both leaving traces of water behind.

 

[Blazefighter]

From the corner of her eye Mira saw Cal reach out to her, in the back of her mind she knew that he could have grabbed her. His arms were long and from his position on the tub the only reason she could have gotten away was because he let her. She couldn't linger on that thought, not when he so graciously gave her the opening she had been looking for. As she reached the bathroom door she took a moment to look over her shoulder, though she wished desperately that she hadn't. The smirk that Cal wore sent chills down her spine. It seemed as if she was doing exactly what he hoped she would, but she couldn't back down now.

Without a second thought she wrenched the bathroom door open and fled. The slight squeak of his own feet on the tub told her he had gotten up, and with his longer limbs it would only be a matter of seconds before he was on her. The thunderous sound of her heart nearly drowned out any other noise. There was a moment where Mira truly thought she was far enough ahead that she could make it to the door before her reached her, the moment that thought crossed her mind she felt his fingers on her back and had to choke down the terror that rose in her throat begging for her to scream.

When she rounded the corner out of the hallway she couldn't tell herself that he was simply toying with her, not when that thought would suffocate the anger that kept her moving. She nearly slid to a stop when she reached the front door, panting softly as her trembling fingers undid the locks on the door. She had just turned the handle when Cal crashed into her from behind, had her head been up to look forward she would have broken her nose from the force. She cried out in pain as she collapsed to the ground, her right hand grabbing onto her left shoulder which had taken the brunt of the door as she glared at Cal, slowly squirming her body back while he locked the door before he turned to her causing her to freeze in response.

Her anger hadn't tapered even though she now lay on the ground beneath him, if anything it only made her madder. For some reason, he wouldn't let go of the fact that she had relationships outside their family after she had escaped. Rather than responding to him, Mira bared her teeth like a feral animal and lashed her foot out at him. She didn't have a chance to connect, not when he moved quicker, driving his own foot into her stomach. Her body lurched as she coughed, only barely managing to keep her sandwich from earlier from resurfacing as she retched, trying to roll over onto her side with her arms wrapped around her stomach.

She wasn't able to roll far before Cal had a fist full of her hair and started to drag her away from the door. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was forced to unwrap her arms from herself to grab onto his wrist in desperation. Her nails scratched into his skin as she tried to collect her legs under her to stand, but between the collision at the door and him stomping on her, it was difficult to move. "Why does it matter?!" Mira's voice was strained from the pain as she snapped at him. Talking hurt far worse than breathing did. "It's none of your damn business." She added as her feet continued to scramble against the wet floor. Her vision was blurred from the tears, but she could clearly see him walking past the door that led to the cellar. Despite everything else happening, her arms relaxed for a moment in relief when he walked past it, there was nowhere in the house that terrified her as much as the basement.

 

[Verse]

He was occupied with the how her soles impacted on the bathroom floor - which she had repeatedly warned him from running on. It sent jiggles through her womanly body. But when she looked back at him over her shoulder, the image of her surprise and fear and realization, coupled with her pose in flight, her ass enticing him to follow, seared itself into his memory. That's how he'd always be able to remember her. First a formidable older sister, battling their father, and now as this, grown person, fearful and beautiful in her nudity, with nothing on her that could ward him off. Of course it triggered him to pursue her. Because now he'd engrained in her brain that he could, and that she was entirely off if she thought she could escape him. She must know that in her prey-brain, but she still had to try. It gave him the confidence to move a bit at his own pace, since he'd seen confirmation in her that this could only end one way.

It was hard to resist wrapping his arms around her when he reached her. He felt more like a god when he saw the lack in her speed, when he applied his own to his long legs. His cock was so hard it barely swung as he barreled after her with animalistic precision. So he played with her, and she was in denial even though he touched her as he wanted, viewing her ass and its motions when she fled. All the predatory instincts in him were attached to her, and it was only his human malice that made him wait, made him play with her. If he hadn't been such a sadist, things might have ended rather abruptly for Mirabella. This was a game they remembered. How many times had she been faster and longer than him? She used to play this way too, until she eventually got him. She would learn how it was on the receiving end, though he doubted she'd squeal with glee when caught.

He liked flattening her against the door, and how elegantly she fell to the hall floor. He saw the pain to her shoulder, and they both may know that was just the beginning of it. She had proven exactly where her physical abilities were, and how he may thwart them whenever he wanted. She had that anger in her still, and he grinned when he stomped that out. His jaw dropped when her mouth opened, and he was hoping she'd puke from it. She didn't. But the way she rolled made his cock twitch. He liked how she looked in all her distresses. He laughed loudly, theatrically, when she asked why it mattered. He shook her head by the grip he had, dragging her, and her meager nails didn't make him let her go.

"I don't know, maybe because YOU OWE ME!" he shouted, his voice deep and dark at the highest volume. He dragged her closer to the wall and huffed when he dunked her head against it on his way. "You think you can run away and then come back and NOT tell me everything I want to know?" Eventually they'd cross the threshold to her old room, and she would see he'd not changed a thing. He kicked the door closed and tossed her onto the bed. "STAY!" he barked and threw his arm at her to warn her. And then he pulled out a drawer and a got out an old top she'd had when she was half her current size, and panties from the same year, with holes in it from wear. "Put them on." he sad and hovered by the edge of the bed, like a monster that had come out from under it. She might protest first, and he would gladly backhand her into her own pillow. Heck, he would choke her with it if she didn't help him fulfill this fantasy.

"Now you TELL me about how you FUCKED these other boy, or I'll KILL you!" he said and slammed his palms repeatedly into the sheets, obviously losing it a bit at the thought of others having had her. His hair was wild when he looked at her again, truly a beast, with his cock still out. Ornamental things still on some shelves rattled and fell down.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira had to clench her jaw to keep from screaming, her head felt as if it was on fire but she couldn't stop trying to resist even as Cal yelled at her. "I owe you-" She had finally gotten her feet under her and was about to pull against him when her head hit the wall. She grunted as her words were cut off while stars danced across her vision. For a moment her resistance stopped in her dazed state while she looked around to realize he had brought her to her old bedroom. The new ache that set in at the sight of her old room was strange, she hadn't thought she would ever care to see her old room again but it looked exactly how she had left it much to her surprise.

She would have thought that after she fled Joe would have gotten rid of her things in his rage, but maybe even he thought she would come home one day. Once Mira felt Cal's hand release her as she was thrown onto the bed she immediately moved to push herself up, but as he ordered her to stay she froze and glared at him instead. Her right hand lifted to her head where she gently ran her fingers along her aching scalp as she watched him dig through her old drawers. A part of her felt as if she should be thankful for the opportunity to put something on her naked body, whether it would fit or not.

Mira took the shirt and panties slowly, a contemplative look on her face before she reeled her arm back prepared to throw them at him when he lashed out faster than she could register. The back of his knuckles hit her cheek hard, knocking her back as she clutched her face. "Fuck!" She gasped at the pain that exploded from the hit. Her eyes squeezed shut tight for a moment though squeezing them too hard caused her cheeks to moved, causing that new pain to flare. Her eyes didn't open again until Cal went back to the topic of the guys she had slept with previously, even going so far as to threaten to kill her if she didn't comply. Mira pushed herself up slowly so she was sitting, the clothes still in her hands as she stared at her brother.

There was no doubt that he could kill her, but she wasn't sure if he really would. He had only just gotten her back, could he really be willing to kill her now? Her eyes narrowed slightly with her hesitation before finally she let the panties go and turned the shirt over in her hands. The clothes were old, and far too small for her, the top which used to fit her comfortably was tight across her chest and looked to fit more like a tight crop top than the old t-shirt it was. Her eyes dropped away from Cal's as she turned her attention to the old panties but there was no submission in the way she lowered her gaze.

"What kind of details do you want Cal?" Her question sounded innocent as she slid the fabric over her ankles. "Do you want to hear about how well they learned my body? About how I begged them not to stop fucking me as I came over and over again?" The more Mira spoke the clearer her anger became as she pulled the panties up her thighs. The threads popped in resistance as she squirmed to pull them up. Her hips and thighs had more meat on them than they did when she lived here, and when she finally let go of the panties once they were on they squeezed her tight enough that it was clearly uncomfortable.

"How about how I let Dane fuck me in the bar bathroom the night I met him? He was too much talk so I didn't keep him around after that. Or Aaron, who lived with me for about three months? He was fun, he was the first guy to ever make me squirt and God was that a fucking rush. He got a bit too clingy so he had to go. There was also Brandon and Malik from work, that Christmas party got a little out of hand but those brothers knew just how to make me squirm, especially when they worked together." Mira cocked her head to the side with a slight smile as if she was reminiscing on the memories. "But you know what they all had in common at the end of the day?" She asked quietly as if she had some deep secret to tell her brother.

"They all knew how to please a woman." The pointed look she gave Cal as her eyes roamed down his body before returning to his face made it clear he didn't fall in that category. She knew Cal was bordering on becoming unhinged again, but her own anger had reached a point where she didn't care. She wanted to hurt him, if she couldn't do it physically, she would do it with her words.

 

[Verse]

He felt a dark satisfaction, one he was rather familiar with now, when he dunked her head against the wall. The sound itself was rather enjoyable. It was almost addicting, like bouncing a ball against a hollow surface. But this wasn't for that, however much she deserved it for trying to run. This was a new, delicious experience, getting to play with his sister as an object instead of as a friend. But she'd crack soon enough. She'd have to play with him soon. He might be patient and forgiving, but he wouldn't be for long if she persisted being a down right bitch. Even the act of dragging her by her hair was the resurgence of a childhood they'd missed out on, mostly, thanks to Joe. But experiencing it like that was-- perhaps worth all the terror of growing up in this house. Mira might disagree.

He was hit with nostalgia when he was in her room with her. He watched her bounce on the bed that had been far too large for her when she first got it. She'd grown into it well. Some nights without her he'd cried and masturbated into her pillow. It was strange to see her there, and to have her obey his threat when she stayed. She looked perturbed to have had her hair pulled, or maybe that's how he imagined her. This really did strike an emotional chord with him. She'd be able to see it in his expression. Sometimes, when they were here, it had been like it was their own world, away from Joe. Not that he couldn't get to them, but they could pretend, at least. Of course, the fact that Cal was rock hard and they were both naked and grown, put another lilt to it.

He had fought enough to know the body language of someone who meant do make an offensive move. The way her hand cocked back to fling the treasures he'd saved was slow, compared to other combatants. His rage flicked and so did his hand. He grunted with pleasure when the back of his hand hit her face. She had good cheeks to slap, didn't she? And her tits jiggled when she fell back. The event pumped him full of new testosterone. He was livid with old anger and new lust. Maybe this room could be fun, once again. He absolutely needed to see his older sister in her younger clothes. He had a knowing, smug frown on his face when she nursed her cheek. He nodded like he was saying 'yeah, that's right'. Little brothers can be intolerable.

He was excited when she examined the clothes, though she didn't have the right attitude about it yet. He sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed as though he was very tired of her shit, and of waiting. But it wasn't a bored exhale. He was still very much engaged in what was happening in here. All this was new. It was a new dynamic in a time capsule. Memories of all that had happened in here, good and bad, went through him. He came out of it when she asked him. He was distracted, staring at the panties as she helped them on their way. His eyes were wide but confused at the pretty end result, when she was saying such ghastly things as she obeyed him. "I..." he started and then looked her over, angry but enticed. "You're lying. You're not that kind of whore." he said.

But as she went on, the adoration he had for her new clothes faded. He looked betrayed, cold, and shook his head as he listened to her, the vivid scenarios splattered on the inside of his skull. "wha... no..." he said, ghostly tone out of his stunted lungs. And then when she looked him over, he did too. His cock had softened, and his body was hunched, sitting there. With her in her old clothes, somehow made it worse. It really was the memory of her speaking to him like that.

And then he blinked. She would know the return of his vigor by how his cock raised again. He was on her in a second, pinning her by sitting on her legs and holding her wrists by her head. She was in her old bed now, under him. It was so strange and so familiar. Like he had a second chance of having her, when he should have. "Fuck you." he muttered. He was holding back the worst of it, she could tell by his trembling. His cock between them showed just how far inside her it'd go, now that it hovered over her. "You think they were anything?" he asked. "They didn't know you're a hopless slut. They treated you like a person when you're just an animal. A sow." he said between his teeth.

And then he crossed her wrists over her head and moved his own legs to press them between hers, and part her thighs around him. The cockhead grinded against the crotch of her too small panties. His free hand wrapped around her throat. "It's all the same with you bitches." he said and squeezed. As though he knew how, his hips darted forward, shallow, and the head of his cock tore the fabric that protected her pussy, mercilessly parting her lips and stretching her again as he inserted half of himself into her.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira hated the satisfaction that she felt at Cal’s reaction. She hated that she was saying things that she knew would hurt him, but it felt like a small victory for her that he had taken it as he had. They weren't even all true, her ex Aaron did live with her but it had been a little over a year, not just three months. Dane had been a drunk accident that she couldn't even remember properly, and the two brothers from her work were actually both gay. But she had made things sound worse on purpose.

She saw how his cock had softened and couldn’t fight the smirk that curled at the corner of her lips. For the first time since she had run into him she actually felt smug, but it was gone the instant he lunged for her. There was no terror in her gaze as she tried to kick before he could get himself on top of her but she was too slow, the fact that she hadn’t slept was making her movements more sluggish than usual, and the way her head was still spinning from hitting the wall only made it worse.

With him seated on top of her she could feel the fact that he was trembling, but whether he was holding back from hurting her or yelling at her she couldn’t tell. “Why are you getting so angry? You asked! You wanted to know, or were you hoping for me to fluff up your twisted fucking ego?” Her anger got the better of her, though she knew in this situation it would have been smarter for her to apologize and try to placate her brother she was just like him in the way that she could only contain it for so long. She had tried pleading yesterday and clearly that hadn’t worked for her, if he wasn’t going to let her go she wouldn’t stay without putting up some sort of a fight.

She could feel him pressing his cock against the panties, the threads popping more as he forced her thighs apart but she told herself there was nothing he could do with them on. As Cal grabbed onto her neck and squeezed she clenched her jaw tightly as she pulled at her wrists, arching her back as she tried to wrench her hands free, only freezing for a moment as the sound of fabric tearing seemed louder than any scream she could have made. Her body was still wet from the bath, and though it didn’t help much, it gave Cal a bit of leeway as he forced himself inside of her again.

Mira’s eyes rolled back as she coughed from the pain and lack of oxygen as her pussy tightened around him. Her spine settled back down onto the mattress beneath her as she sucked in a raspy breath, trying to relieve her lungs while her struggle came back in full force. Her torso twisted against the bed as she dug her heels into the mattress, trying to push her body away from Cal as her eyes came back into focus. “Get… the… fuck… OFF!” Mira used her last bit of oxygen in her lungs to yell. Her voice was strained against the weight of his hand, but she didn’t care, the fleeting thought that death would be better than letting Cal have her didn’t even scare her anymore.

 

[Verse]

Maybe it had been the beginnings of a smile on her that sent him over the edge. It had certainly made him taste blood on his tongue. He really wanted to rip her to pieces then, when she said those things, and let them marinate. She tried to get away when he came for her, but whatever wit she had, he could counter with his physical self. If not, they'd not even be in this position. He'd always have this over her. All their lives. It was easier than it ought to be to subdue her again. Once more he thought she wanted this, or she would have fought harder. A pitiful logic, but he relied on a lot of self boasting now that he could afford it. As a drug peddler, many that stayed around him because of things he could give them. Exactly like their father, he'd made sure they aggrandized him to get what they needed. It was his own little cosmos of godhood. And here she was, thinking she could speak to him like this? He craved her suffering now. And she didn't even know to shut up when he had her pinned.

When she mocked him again, under him, he just put his face to hers and screamed. It was deep and bestial, with showers of spittle from the far of his throat raining down on her. A pure, untreated rage at what she was saying, as though he was trying to expel it before it set root deep enough in him to kill her. He didn't want to lose her again, but he didn't have the patience for this kind of thing anymore. It didn't make sense. When father still existed, it was the lay of the world. But now Callum was the strongest. She couldn't talk to him like that. Not something he didn't want to hear. She lied. She had to. "You wouldn't be able to take my cock so well if you were such a whore for others!" he deducted, like he was writing the truth as he came up with it. That's right, she'd felt too tight to be as used as she said.

With his hand on her throat, it wasn't like she could respond. He gasped when he pussy became available through the ruined panties, and grunted when he cunt crushed him once he entered her. "See, you love it?" he hissed, labored as though her squeezing walls affected him more than her other fighting ever could. Sister's pussy was the best. And then she exploded into motion. He held her down by her throat after she had a very erotic bending and straightening of her spine. "Shut up." he muttered as she went feral. Her fighting of course added friction around his cock. He started pushing into her, however she may or may not welcome him in there. He tightened his grip harder on her throat, and finally let go of he wrists when he was sure he'd stolen enough oxygen that her hands wouldn't be too much trouble.

He used that recently freed hand to scoop up one of her legs. He pulled it up, and folded it over her, so it'd be between him and her, while her other leg was free. He started thrusting down into her, one hand on her throat, letting her have enough air to be conscious, but not enough that she'd fight him very well. He battered her cunt again, he knew where he could find her pleasure, and her assaulted that place, at that angle. He'd tear her insides to get there. "Is this how they fucked you?" he asked her, though there was very little chance of her answering as his cock hammered her down into the bed. He was strong enough to do it to her at his weakest state, but now he was full of anger from her audacity.

With the back of her leg available between them, he turned his head and bit down on the back of her calf, his eyes still nailed to hers. The motions of his hips, and consequentially his cock, made his teeth pull a bit at the wounds he was chomping down on. He looked down, her old bed around her, like a halo, but it was a new woman here now. He might forgive her for what she'd said, but he was still working on the fact that she had left him, that fateful night. He had every fucking right to take it out on her body, especially when she was being like this. His body pulled back, all but popping out of her, and then slammed back in, using all of his length to punch her in the low of her stomach, and fuck her recklessly while choking her.

 

[Blazefighter]

Mira had flinched when Cal screamed down at her, for a moment her heart hammered in her chest at the thought that she might’ve pushed him just a bit too far. She never felt the crushing weight behind his hand like she had last night, though he was cutting off her air there was just the smallest bit of leeway to let her suck in a deep raspy breath. She couldn’t argue with him as all of her focus was tied into making sure she could still breathe for as long as he would allow her to. The longer he held her by her throat the weaker her struggling became as her torso slowly stopped moving under him.

Perhaps it was because of his rough treatment the night prior, but despite the deep ache that pulsed through her body she accepted him far easier than she had previously. With her teeth gritted so hard she was sure they were on the verge of cracking she tried her best to relax sooner to help lessen the pain he was inflicting on her. She registered that he had released her wrists but her mind had turned fuzzy. With them free Mira moved her hands to his shoulders so she could push, but there was no strength in her arms.

There was a slight grimace on her face as Cal grabbed onto her leg and pushed it up, trapping it between their bodies so she couldn’t move to suddenly without risking hurting herself. The air that escaped her lungs sounded like a hiss through her gritted teeth as the new angle opened her body better for her brother, giving him better access to every pleasurable spot inside of her. A small tremor ran through her body, not out of fear for the man looming over her, but for the pleasure coursing through her.

As each thrust grew easier for Cal the sounds of their heavy breathing was quickly replaced with the wet slaps of his body connecting with hers as her arousal only grew. Mira watched through narrowed eyes as he leaned down and bit into the soft flesh of the back of her calf. The muscle twitched under his teeth in resistance but there was no where for her to pull her leg to get away from his mouth. By this point her body was quickly becoming littered with Cal’s marks, from bruises to abrasions, it would be impossible for her to look at herself in the mirror and not see a reminder of what he had been doing to her.

She didn’t want to accept that this was her new reality, that there would be no escaping from the house and the monster within it this time around. But she knew she could either accept what was happening to her and try to reduce any damage he might do to her, or continue to fight and make everything so much worse for herself. The more compliant she became the more likely Cal was to make a mistake and trust her, and though the act of anything sexual with him was taboo, it was becoming less and less repulsive. Once she had admitted that fact to herself she was able to relax her body further, accepting every inch of Cal as he buried himself to the depths of her body that no one else had reached before. Her rasping breaths were muddled with moans as she turned her eyes up, past his head to the ceiling above them as the tension began to fade from her.

 

[Verse]

There was a satisfaction in containing her life within his palm. He was familiar with it, but it was worth more when it was Mira. She suffered its effects, and he lamented on the fact that he completely decided whether she would live or not. But mostly he saw red from the way she dared speak to him. No real time for introspection when she was being so incredibly offensive. This house was his now, and he was letting her stay here. She should want it. She should be more grateful. That's what Joe said. They would be happier if they were just grateful for what they got, when they could have ended up with nothing. She'd ran away from all this. And she had stayed away, too. Callum had to experience all the freedoms of this house without their tormentor alone. Which meant something as familiar to him as his big sister was foreign to the new feel of this house, to him. That was her fault. They'd have to fill it with new memories now. And these were the ones she chose!

He'd fuck the common sense into her. Her arms on his shoulders were just encouraging. It was as though she was helping him fuck her. Felt pretty good now, and he noted that she was easier than yesterday. She might think high and mighty things, but her pussy worked just like any other bitch's. And it felt good. He fucked her steadily. He'd say her body was even welcoming to it. He wasn't surprised. Choking was an aphrodisiac to these girls. And when he rearranged her leg, and caught it between them, and stirred up her stomach at a different angle, he got to see her melt a little about it. Yeah, he'd made sure to remember from yesterday.

His stomach married to the back of her thigh as he continued to break her down form the inside, her little brother's lengthy weapon violating her until she was slick. He chuckled, deep in his chest, about it, so she'd have to think about it too. She was enjoying being fucked in her childhood bed, taking her little brother's dick. Made him fuck her harder, visiting the places that made her reluctant hissing of pleasure louder. She was perfect for his cock. Or maybe he'd been born to compliment her pussy, and overcome it? They certainly felt like they were a fit now. Her natural, telling lubricants were damning for her ire. He would not stop. He had a thought in his head that she had upset him so he would fuck her like this.

Her skin tasted good when he bit into it, and he drooled down the red mark forming underneath his teeth. Involving his jaws meant he was engaged with pretty much all of his body now, in fucking her. And she was letting it happen. He eventually licked the traces of his bite and let himself up a bit, of course by grinding his hips to her ass, lodging his cock deep to balance himself when he also gathered her other leg and folded it over her in a similar way. He could still see her face between her shins. His hands locked into the back of her knees to keep her there as he continued to roughly educate her same-blood pussy.

"That's right, Mira. You're learning a bit. You're so smart when you want to be." he encouraged and used this new leverage to lift himself high, and thrust deep into her. His perverted, ruined sister liked it more, that way. "You're going to be a good big sister now, aren't you? You're going to listen and let me have whatever I want." he said, like it was part of some kind of full-body hypnosis. It was certainly frying her stupid, womanly brain a bit. Her eyes were lost and that was the prettiest she'd looked in a long while. He nodded to himself. He decided he liked her like that. So he fucked her at a higher frequency, finally able to enjoy a new game with her in this old playground of theirs. He made sure to give her a good work-through, spoiling her though she didn't deserve it, an assault on her restraint.

And then his hips slowed down, until he eventually popped out. He'd made sure to bring her as close as he could. He sat back again, not unlike how he'd been in the tub when she left him, cock up and fully hard, with alot of proof of her own perversion glistening on it. He waited for her her quietly. It would be her turn again. Maybe he'd fucked her so stupid she though running was a good idea again, or she'd learned enough to know it was in both their best interest if she pleased him.