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My naughty sister... Contined(SHARPii & ddood192)

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ddood192

Super-Earth
Joined
Jan 5, 2013
Location
FASCIST!
As the guy with the knife dropped, the knife still in his throat, The others ran, which left him with a choice. Go after them, or protect his sister from this guy. His only choice seemed to be save his sister, and that would be what he had to do. The knife came clean out of the guy's throat, squirting blood at him, and his steps becam quiet and slow. As he approached the two, he tapped him on the should, and stabbing him in the gut. This time he pulled the knife out, pushing the boy to the ground, threatening him more with the knife. "Why? Why do this to her? She's not normal enough for you? She's not perfect? You're the fucking devil, and you will be punished." Ending that, he thrust the knife in his abdomen repeatedly for an imprecise amount of time, adding and widening each hole he'd given. Finally, he slowed to a stop, breathing heavily with blood on him slightly. "And she gave you mercy..." He mumbled, facing Chloe.

She was still on the ground, a few feet away, and naked. Without a care that she was naked, he lifted her to a standing position, holding her tight in his arms, and slightly crying. He didn't want to let go, afraid she would get harmed if he did. "You're ok now. I'm here, and you're safe... Are you hurt? Did they do anything too major?" He spoke at first to calm her, then to receive answers. He didn't want to say what he meant on the last one, but he felt it would do. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this to you, and I caused this. I... I love you, Chloe" He said, holding her for comfort and worry. His mind felt scrambled to how long the day seemed to be, and what happened. Now, he didn't want to let go of Chloe.
 
She was pretty out for the last murder but only when he moved her and brought her up into his arms, did she start to wake. The guy on the ground was the first thing she saw. He was dead, blood pooling around him and he was still showing. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Her head hurt, her body hurt and she was one step away from losing her virginity to people she didn't want to lose it to. Her hands came to his arms and she opened her eyes again. Her vision was blurry because of how that guy pushed her head into the gravel, a little bit of blood on the side of her head. Her bottom hurt immensely and it made it difficult to stand on her own, needing her brother's support and arms. But why did he do this? Was it because she was just collateral damage in something that aimed at him? Did he feel pity for her? Did he even like her?

"No." She said softly, answering his first question, her voice so small. She looked up at him and then breathed heavily, trying to calm herself and because the world felt like it was spinning. "No, you don't love me. You hate me. They all knew it. You know it too. I get it." Her voice wavered. She didn't care if he felt bad. He should but she wasn't saying anything about that. She just didn't care. They shattered so much and she let them. She didn't know how to fix it. How to bring it back. Maybe tomorrow would be a new day. Maybe tomorrow she would change so much, they'd all like her. She just had to...abandon herself. Become the kind of girl her brother would want to love. Not this freak.

"Can we go? I promise I won't bother you again Deek. I just want to go home. And then you don't need to deal with me."
 
Everything seemed fine until her words hit him lick a brick, swinging at him, each time smacking him harder and harder. It made no sense to him of what she was saying, telling him he didn't love her, and in fact hated her. Something or someone told her lies, sticking inside, and this was recent. He never hated his sister, never almost hated her. He loved her as he should have, maybe more, and now she 'states' these lies of him hating her. "Hate? Well then... I'm glad I worried all that time over someone I hate. I'm so exhilarated to have killed four people for someone I hated. I'm happy to spend my time and risk my life for someone I hate. Chloe... I have never hated you. I never thought anything close to that. You are my sister, and I love you."

He nodded, picking her body up in his arms to carry her to the car. As he set her in the passenger seat, he paused to look at her a moment. "You never bothered me, and I want to deal with you. You keep me from going insane sometimes. If you remember, Mom doesn't care for me, and dad left. You're the only one I have in this family that I love." He kissed her forehead, then walked to the other side to get in. Once he sat down, the car drove off in the direction of home.
 
It wasn't making sense to her. Why would he say he didn't hate her when everyone else said he did? He must have said something or did something to make his friends think that, right? She didn't understand, none of it made sense and she wanted to say something but when he explained, it seemed to placate her enough to the point she was silent. So when he put her in the car, she sat back and pulled her clothes over to try and keep herself covered what could be done at least and she brought her knees up to her chest.

Looking up at him, her eyes were half open, she nodded slowly, her head throbbing. "I love you too." She whispered and she lolled her head on her shoulder. She heard the door open and then close before turning her attention back to him. "I really do love you Deek. I'm sorry if I am a pain in your ass. That your friends think so bad about me and everything. And Mom can't even be there for us both." She whispered. "I love you. A lot." Her hand slid over his and then her eyes closed completely and she was out like a light. Her head had been throbbing too much, her body was in so much pain and she was completely shaken up over everything.
 
His head sagged down, scanning over the paved road in front of them, and had the feelings of the day wash over him, teasing him. The soft, exhausted voice of his sister was heard inside the small room in the car. The soft skin of her hand resting on his as she finished, and went quiet. The sound of the tires against the road and the engine creating the miniature explosions to pulse on were the only noise to be heard, and his thoughts seemed loudest of them all. Chloe had been through more that day than she'd been in for years, and he couldn't resist but to blame himself. As she finally said how she loved him, he had felt somewhat relieved to hear her say it. "I know you do." He whispered to himself minutes later.

The car pulled into an alley a block away from their apartment, knowing the risk of driving a dead guy's car rose as they got nearer and nearer. Deek lifted her into his arms to go home. No one was noticeably around, but the feeling of someone watching always overlooked him as he walked by each window. It wasn't until they entered the halls of the complex that someone saw them. A middle aged woman opened her door, seeing the two, Chloe barely covered by her old clothes. She made the movements to talk, but Deek refused to listen to what she would say. He hadn't done anything to her, yet he would be victim to the criticism.

Inside the apartment, it was left as he had it, the weed still onn the ground. As they entered Chloe's room, Deek sat her down on the bed, removing anything she had on, and put a shirt on her. He also found some panties and attempted to put them on her, but had some trouble when he reach her vagina and ass. Every time he got close, he messed up, making it either too tight or misplacing them. He decided that, if he saw or made any contact, it wouldn't matter. It wasn't a sexual event. He was trying to clothe his resting sister, if she was resting at all. As they slipped up her thighs, he reached her vagina, and made it fit right, smoothing the crease with his hand. He pulled back, sitting down on the edge of her bed. It was now near midnight, and he was out of any energy. He found a big enough area for him to lay, and settled down. Their bodies were inevitably going to make contact, in which he held her in his arms as he slept, hoping it wouldn't be thought as something sexual. It was the only thing he could do to relax, and it built up a sense of comfort to be close to her, to know she was safe.
 
The entire time, Chloe was asleep. She was sleeping a dreamless sleep thankfully and seemed to be lulled to stay sleeping by the sound of the soft car engine and how he drove. Her hand never left from his leg and she was like this tiny little person curled up in the front seat. It was the worst thing she had ever endured, almost being raped, being threatened to die and then even more, seeing her brother kill for her. She had to be the most luckiest sister alive that her own brother would do that. She had to repay him. She had to make this better for him. She wanted to be the woman he could really love.

When they got home and he settled her into bed, she didn’t feel anything, not even as he undressed her and dressed her in sleep clothes. She didn’t make a move. It was only when he settled his body beside hers and held her in his arms did she stir but she didn’t wake. She just turned into his arms, draping her arm over his chest but remained asleep and so safe in his arms, it was where she always wanted to be. If only she could really know that she was in his arms.

The next morning, after a really lovely sleep, one of the best perhaps in her entire life, Chloe woke. She was lying on her side and felt arms around her from behind. They were spooning and it made her smile when she realized who else it could have been. After everything, she was so glad to be right there and in his arms. It meant…he really did care. And that’s all she wanted to reinforce. Slowly, she moved out of his arms and out of the bed altogether, not wanting to wake him. Tying her hair up, she winced as she stood up. Her bottom stung, her entire body hurt, her head was pounding and she put her hand to it. “Fuck…” She whispered, padding out of her room and went to the bathroom. She cleaned her head wound which had dried. She looked pale but that was just because she needed to eat after the entire ordeal. She lowered her underwear and saw little red welts where she had been beaten with the belt. She had bruises all over her body but didn’t say anything more of it.

Walking out, she went to the kitchen and started rummaging around, managing to find six eggs, sausage, bacon and even Bisquick to make pancakes. She got to work, eating an apple and having a glass or orange juice to sate her empty stomach so she wasn’t working on one before she started cooking. He deserved it. A hero’s breakfast. Because her brother was a hero. He was her hero.
 
As soon as everything settled and it was quiet, Deek fell from his consciousness, and into a deep and torturous state of unconsciousness. His mind raced among the possibilities of that night. If he hadn't been there in time... If he were killed.... If they had gotten away... Those were just some of the nightmares his mind conjured up, almost as if to say something, but it wasn't clear. It wasn't until the last one where he finally found peace. Something he found interesting, yet confusing. It was, in every way, better than the scenes before, and yet it felt a bit off order-no... not order, but standards. It was what happened. It was what occurred that night, seen from a second person view. The senses and emotions were all experienced once more, and then, when they got home, something odd had been moved. There was multiple doors to choose from, seeing into the deep spirit. As he headed for it, something disturbed him, and woke him. Chloe had adjusted him, getting up.

His eyes barely peeked open, spying on her as she moved from the room to the bathroom, and on to the kitchen. He watched as she found the welts and scars left on her from last night's escapade. He wanted it to all disappear, but that wasn't how things worked in the real world. Things happened, and no one cared enough to stop them. He tried to obscure the passage for his sister for as long as he could, and it ended up as a nuclear disaster, with her nearly ending up with those guys. He was reluctant enough to rescue her, though it wasn't the end. It would never be the end. At least he had his sister still, and they were still close.

After a few useless minutes, Deek stood up, skipping his usual redressing. After last night, he made the final decision to skip a few days and look after Chloe. His movement was tiring and slow, but he eventually woke up enough to exit her room, wondering off to find Chloe. Before entering the door way to the kitchen, he stopped in the living room to think. There wasn't time to exactly find the right thoughts, the key thoughts, on what he wanted, needed. As his eyes caught a glimpse of Chloe in the kitchen, he entered, seeing that she was preparing breakfast. "Hey... How are you?" He asked, remembering her scars. "You didn't mind that I slept with you, did you? I felt you might have needed some comfort from the past events, and I... Uh... Wanted to be there to comfort you." He said, explaining why he was in her bed, not wanting it to be weird. Then another thought grew. "And don't tell anyone, because I don't want to have trouble again.... And as a bonus... I'll.... do it more often." He offered, knowing he'd probably sleep with her for a while since what happened. He wanted to be there if anything happened, and though he wouldn't admit it, he wanted to do it.
 
She heard his footsteps as he approached the kitchen. She was able to hear it. If anything, she was more on guard than ever after yesterday. She knew it was just Deek. Still that feeling of her heart jumping in her chest in a bit of fear, it’d take some time for it to go away. Still, he was there and she couldn’t be happier. He liked her. He loved her. He cared for her. Surely, it wasn’t the same way that she liked, loved and care for him but that was okay. At least she was telling herself. She wanted to be enough for him, the perfect girl for him. Where he wouldn’t want to try and dodger her or avoid her because he didn’t want to be around her. No. She wanted to be that girl for him so he’d want to be around her all the time, so he wouldn’t think it a chore or make it seem like that where she was involved.

Turning when he came into the kitchen, Chloe looked at him and managed a small smile but it was real. She was just…trying to contain herself and not be all excited because Deek was there. “I’m fine.” She was. Well, for now she was at least. “No, I didn’t mind at all.” She tried to stay calm about it and not get excited or giggly or like a girl about it. No, she was his sister. She knew that. Still. She had wishes. “No, I liked that you were there. Thank you.” She spoke, her back now turned to him as she continued cooking. She made had things set up to make omelets, wanting to make them to order rather than letting them get cold. She had the sausages ready to be put on the pan. She was working on the pancake batter and making those right now.

Her heart sank though when he said not to tell anyone. And to keep her happy and give her something in return for her silence, he’d do it more often. That was a downer. She didn’t let it show. So rather than jumping on the opportunity, she shook her head, scooping out the pancake and plating it with the others she made. “Don’t be silly. You don’t need to do that. You don’t owe me anything Deek.” Only if you genuinely wanted to. She thought to herself but didn’t voice it. She couldn’t.

Turning, she placed the plate of four pancakes she made on the breakfast bar. “Sit and eat. No more of this depressing talk.” She made a show of rolling her eyes before she went back to making more pancakes. She felt a lump grow in her throat and she swallowed hard, pushing it away. As she fired up more pancakes, she put the sausage on one burner and then poured the egg batter into the other pan to make his omelet. She didn’t say anything more. She was quiet and turned up the loud air above the stove to drown out anything he might have to say. She didn’t want to hear it. What happened yesterday, she was in jeopardy and he did the right thing as her brother. But it was nothing more.

She had to do it. She had to be the kind of girl he wanted. She just had to find out. Find out what her brother’s type was.
 
Movement empowered the kitchen by every little flicker on twitch, Chloe being the source of it all. As she finished speaking, he nodded, accepting that she agreed. Each time he noticed she would answer as a normal sister would talk and act, which made him feel like an out crowd. Usually, she was all over these types of conversations, mostly starting them, but now she was appearing normal. On the other side, he noticed it had been him who really was all over it, which was strange, and it bothered him. Before having the chance to move on the conversation, a plate was sat down, and he was told to be quiet and eat. Just as he opened his mouth to speak up though, the fan was turned on, drowning out any and all sounds she didn't want to hear. "Why don't you want to talk?" He questioned, knowing it wouldn't penetrate her ear. It almost upset him, though he tried to ignore it, and drifted his mind, but always finding himself back on the topic he had fixated on. It wasn't meant to be taken bad, and it definitely would have if it got out. Was he becoming attracted to Chloe? At first glance, maybe not, but something had clicked. Something caused this question to appear, and now it left him thinking.

Without finishing his plate, he got up, heading for his room. Inside, he locked the door, and removing his phone from his right pocket. He felt he had to call a professional for help... Devon, his friend. Ok, so he's not professional, but he could probably help. Dialing his number, he waited and listened to the tone. Finally, after only two rings, he answered. "What? I'm in school numb nuts." In which Deek replied, "I need to talk about something important... How can you tell you're attracted to someone?" It took a while, perhaps a minute or two. "Why? You finally find an attraction to a girl? Is it your sister?" The last part was a joke, but it felt serious. "I don't know... That's why I asked you, and No, not Chloe. it's wrong to like a sibling, and I don't. You're really..." Before finishing, Devin interrupted, calming Deek down. "Hold on, calm down. It's a joke, remember? We do this thing that's called bagging on one another. Anyway, by wondering if you're attracted, you are.... Shit, gotta go." the line went silent and buzzed in his ear. He wasn't sure if it was true, and he just ignored it.

Even if he were attracted, he couldn't be. To him, it felt impossible to feel that way, but as he thought about earlier in bed, he knew it was possible, and he caught something. He felt like he was going insane, and would explode in a matter of seconds. staring at the ceiling. only his mind kept him company. He yearned to have his sister to come in, and lay with him. Shaking his head, the ideas flew away. "Why can't this just be normal?" He pondered aloud[/i] to the world.
 
Chloe didn’t answer, the fan up ahead blowing loudly and hard that she didn’t hear anything beyond the sizzling and maybe the occasional hit of the spatula to the pan. That was it. She didn’t hear any more and she didn’t want to hear any more, fearful for what he’d say. He made it clear. He had a duty to her as her brother and because he felt guilty about what happened last night. He had to make it right. But only for that reason. At least that’s how she took it. She had no idea what was going through his head right now or what he truly felt. She was still scarred and marred from being told she was hated by her brother. It was one thing to know that everyone else in school disliked her and thought she was a major incest-brother-loving-freak but for her brother to possibly think the same or at least hate her, it nearly broke her.

She turned at some point to maybe say something to him but found he wasn’t there anymore. His plate was left untouched and she frowned. Had she upset him?

Turning the burners off and scooping the last pancake she made out of the pan and setting it on the plate, she then left the kitchen and went to her room first. He wasn’t in there. So she went to his room and tried the door but it was locked. Sighing softly, her hand left the knob and she raised it and knocked on the door. “Deek?” She asked, nearly pressing her ear and her cheek to the door. “Deek are you okay? Did I upset you? I’m sorry if I did.”
 
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