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My lips softly, barely touched his, as his eye lids hardly fought in an attempt to stay open, and his breathing became more and more shallow and heavy by the second. His grasp tightened on my hips, as I softly blew onto his lips. I smiled as he shuddered to the light little breathe that embellished his lips. It was so much fun to tease him. To have him yearn for even the slightest touch from me. He teased me, but not as much as I loved to torture him. I grazed my teeth on his bottom lip, barely grazing against them. He moaned so desirously and tightened his grip on my hips. I blow on his lips, and once more, his body shakes with desire and urgency. As if, he would burst, explode, shut down, snap if he did not even feel my lips pressed ever so lightly to his. I let my tongue flick onto his lips. He cried out for more. His body shook violently, as the sweet soft whimpers ever so discreetly escaped from his lips. That was my cue to stop toying with him and fulfill his deepest desires… and more, but my phone went off before I could. “Don’t move a muscle.” I blew on his lips one more time, enjoying the tiny earthquake he made over me, before I answered the phone. I knew he would not move. He craved too much to budge from his ready and aching place in front of me, pinning me against the wall. I gathered my breathing as I answered the phone. “Konichiwa.”

  “Bonjour Buttercup.”

  I squeal and effortlessly escape my prison of arms, chest, and sweet lips to talk to my true love. “Bonjour Misoure Kyle!” I begin to walk around the living room talking, smiling, and laughing to one main person who matters most to me in this world, besides my little sister. We talked for a good hour and a half before we hung up the phone. I squeal once more and run to the closet by the front door. “Bro, come on!” I call back. “Kyle and the gang want us to meet them up at Clover’s.” Once I have completely laced up my knee high boots, fixed my ripped leggings, and purple and black strapless mini dress, I turn back around to see Bro lying on his back, looking up at me. I roll my eyes and walk over to help him up. “Bro, why were you on the floor?”

  “You told me not to move a muscle.” He looked at me with the most confused and helpless stare. His eyes begged to continue on what we had been interrupted in, but he knew that that was not going to happen in the near future. Not anytime soon. “Y-you told me not to move a muscle.” Hurt enveloped his eyes as he looked down at me.

  “Sorry Bro, but Kyle called and wants us to meet him and everyone else at Clover’s. We can finish later.” With that, we left.

  Bro and I aren’t blood brother and sister. We were just born the same month, day, and year as each other, so what we were just doing was not so wrong on so many levels. Yes, I have a boyfriend. No, he doesn’t know about me and Bro’s little sessions, but nothing really happens though. We always end up getting interrupted before anything ever does. I hate it. But what can you do? Go with the flow and pray it flows you’re way sooner or later. Hopefully sooner rather than later, if you do decide to flow along with the ocean that sunk the Titanic.

“Sis.” - Bro grabbed my arm just as I was about to open the door my most favorite club. - “Promise me the you won’t get over whelmed by all your friends and ignore me again, and that we can leave after a few hours.”

  “I’ll try bro. And, if things don’t go as planned, than just go with the flow.” I open the door to Clover’s, see my friends and true love, and get over whelmed.

“Hey Bro,” I was back at the house and found him outside in the backyard, staring at the woods behind our house. I take a step closer to him as he looks back at me. “I’m sorry about earlier. You now how I get with everybody.”

  He only grunts and turns back around.

  “I really am sorry Bro.” I walk up to him and wrap my arms around him. “I can make it up to you,” I whisper in his ear and kiss his neck. He turns to face me, smiles, and lays me down on the ground. The whole time I smile and let him. Let him get what he wants. I say to myself.Let him enjoy himself. Let him get what he’s been craving for the past eight hours. He deserves it. He spanks me.

  “Ow!” I lean over and bite at his hand, but he yanks it back before I can. I let out a low, deep growl to warn that is not one of the ways to turn me on. I stop once I see the bloody chains that seem like they came out of no where. Did he just pulls those from out his back? I continue to look up at my bro both utterly scared and completely confused.

  He only sighs and heads towards the forest.

  I follow close behind, slowly, but soon have to pick up the pace as Bro sprints deep into the forest. “Bro! Wait up!” Tripping over a fallen lib, I have to watch as Bro runs farther and farther into, what seemed like, the never ending woods behind our house. I hated it whenever he got like this. It seemed like something pretty bad happened every time, but I can’t remember what. Just to fear Bro in these situations. So I slowly stand and carefully make my way through the never ending woods, looking for Bro, and calling his name. “Bro?” I duck under a low riding branch. “Bro, where are you? I’m sorry about earlier. You can do whatever you want to me. Promise… well, maybe not promise… but we can try.”

  It didn’t work. He didn’t pop out of a shadowed corner like he normally would. Or sneak up behind me and grab me. He was no where to be seen… that was until… I saw him sitting up on a branch in a tall as hell tree.

  “There you are, Bro! I have been looking all over for you!”

  I climb the tree. When I finally get close enough to him, I see him hugging his knees and scratching a huge scab on his shoulder making crimson well up and slowly drink down his tank. I sigh and, once I reach him, bandage up his shoulder with the bit of gauze I had in one of my many infinite pockets of my Tripps. “Bro, are you okay?” I try to look into his eyes, but, when he looks at me, I was taken aback by the scarlet dripping from the corner of his glowing red eyes. I take a deep breathe, swallow both the building scream and fear welling up in my throat, and silently cursing myself for having no where to back away to as I say, “B-Bro… w-what’s-s wrong? I…” I lick my lips. “I just want to help.”

  Bro just stands up, growling, still staring me down.

  “S-s-sorry B-B-B-Bro. I-I-I’ll just l-l-leave you alone,” I say as I make my way to another far off  branch and begin my descent down the tree. Once I reach the bottom of the tree, I try to turn and make my way back to the house when, all of a sudden, someone has a tight grip on my shoulder, wrenching me back.

  “I am not your brother. In fact, you might notice me as his otherself.” I could feel him smiling against my neck. “You remember me… Darkness.”

  Then it came. Like the Titanic hitting the ice burg. Like Hurricane Katrina smacking New Orleans. Like… like a male lion going after fresh unsuspecting kill. The memories of all the other times where Darkness had came and tried to kill me or harm me. I, once again, swallowed the building scream and fear deeper down my throat, but not trusting my vocal chords to do me the justice by showing fake courage, I just nod my head yes and prays he shows mercy this time.

  “I’m back. Hehehe….”

  I snapped. My fight or flight reflex instantly morphed to flight, and I had to run. So I broke free and began to make a beeline back towards the house. Not knowing how doing that would keep me safe, but having enough open space to run and not be cornered was a definite start. Sadly, it didn’t work out as planned. I wasn’t even a yard from the tree when he appeared in front of me.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  I turn to flee the other way, but he tackles me to the ground, making my knee slam hard against a good sized rock. Crying out in pain, I try to break free from underneath him. “Let me go!” My voice shaky and shrill, not at all the way I wanted it to be. Demanding and non-pleading.

  He forces me down onto the ground, forcing another healthy sized rock to almost slice open my stomach. I clenched my teeth, ignoring the shrill an growing pain, as Darkness said, “Your judgment is starting.”

  Not loving how those words slithered from his lips, like a well overdue orgasm, I say, “Judgment? W-what do you mean?”

  I only hear him snap his fingers, then, all of a sudden, I’m staring up into his face, tied to the ground by my wrists and ankles, with chains. “Hey! What is this?! L-let me go!”

  He just stands before me, looking at me, smiling, then looks up at the eclipse slowly rising. “Judgment of the Heart! What Is the Day of Her Punishment of Damned!” He looks back down and around me smiling. No doubt in my mind that he is smiling and looking at the circle that must be around me now.

  “What the hell are you talking about?! I am not being judged for anything about matters of the heart! I do not have to!” But did I? Have I become that horrible of a sister. God, please don’t let it be so. I shake my head, refusing to listen to any self accusations that may be reeling around in my head, as I see him pick a rose full of blood, smiling. “What the… Where did you get that rose? What’s on it? Why are you smiling?” I continue to struggle, to escape, failing epically.

  “It is your brother’s name!” He laughs, sending a heated chill up my spine, smiling wildly and pacing around me. You have been talking to your pathetic little friends, leaving your brother behind in your waking dust.”

  I get pissed then. “I did not leave him behind!”

  He places his foot on my chest, hard. “Since when have you not been talking a lot with your friends and you not noticing your brother at all!”

  “No! I didn’t mean to leave him behind or ignore him! Usually whenever I said something, he wouldn’t answer. I thought he was deep in thought or something! I didn’t mean to leave him! And I’m sorry I did! I-it’s just that I miss my friends, and I miss talking to them! I miss them, and I try to call Bro, but he never answers!”

  His foot presses harder against my chest. “He did! You just never answered!” He walks away, snapping his fingers. Flames shoot up in a circle around me. “Your judgment is to be burned alive!”

  I try to pull away from the flames. “No!! No!! PLEASE NO!!!” I begin to cry as the flames near. “I’m sorry! Just…. PLEASE!” Please, no! Please, God no! I don’t want to die. God, please don’t let me die!

  He turns back around, smiling at me. “Say it once more… with… the truth this time.” The flames get closer this time and touch the chains. The heat instantly engulfs the metal and sizzles my wrist and ankles. I scream in pain, and he just laughs. “Well?! Say it aloud!”

  “I! AM! SORRY!” I scream through fits of heat and pain.

  “Then… where is the truth in that?!”

  The heat intensifies and I scream more.

  “Okay! Maybe I did neglect him-!”

  The heat grew worse.

  “Okay! Okay! I neglected him! I hurt him! I left him! I forced him to stay behind in my waking dust! I let him watch from the side lines, as I had fun with my friends and Kyle! I hurt him! I neglected him! I am a horrible sister, and I am sorry!”

  He smiles. “Good… anymore truth for him?”

  I freeze. “I-I thought I spoke the truth? I thought-”

  He holds up his hand and the flames disperse. “That should be enough to end your suffering.”

  I quickly stand once the chain disappears and spit in his face, “You are an ass.” I turn and walk/tremble back to the house.

  “Oh… am I?”

  I turn back around to see his hand morphed into a gun and pointing to Bro’s and his head. I grow cold, even around my still burning wrists and ankles. “You… you wouldn’t”

  “Oh, I would, dear…. In fact, it always happens once your words say something bad at me.” he chuckles. “But now… it is time to say… au revoir.” He pulls off the safety.

  “No! Wait! I’m sorry! You’re not an ass! I take it back! I take it back!”

  He smiles. “Good. Oh and, by the way, I can, even if I let him free. I’m just that good.” He laughs out loud, eyes turning normal, as he faints and falls to the ground.

  I just stand there. Afraid to move. Another memory of that horrible alter ego of Bro’s scolded permanently into my mind and another scar scorched onto my heart. I finally run to him once I hear a groan free past Bro’s lips, shaking him. “Bro? Bro!”

  His eyes flutter open. looking more than a little sea sick. Darkness’s arrival always did that to him.

  I stroke his face. “Bro? Are you okay?”

  First, he shakes his head, then nods his head yes.

  I smile and kiss his forehead, saying, “Good.” I pull him closer and begin whispering over and over in his ear, “I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry. I’m sorry. I am so, so sorry…”

  He pats my cheek gently. “It’s okay…”

  I shake my head, rocking him back and forth in my arms. “No… no it’s not… I neglected you… I hurt you… I made him come back… I made Darkness come back….”

  He continues to pat my cheek, kissing my lips gently. “It’s okay dear Sis…. It’s okay….” He smiles a bit, trying so hard to comfort me but ultimately failing.

  I look down at my brother, weak from Darkness’s appearance over him, with blurry eyes. “How can you say it’s okay? I brought him back… h-h-h-h-h-h-and now…”

  “This time… I’ll stop him, Sis…. This time…” He wipes my tears away, kissing my lips more.

  I, hesitantly, kiss back. “I am so sorry.”

  “It’s okay, Sis.”

  I cry harder. “Then why do I feel so horrible?”

  He sits up, rubbing my cheek. “Don’t try to feel it, Sis. Just forget what just happened.”

  I shake my head, “I-I don’t think I can, Bro.”

  “Please… just try to… if not…I’ll have to make it erase…”

  I look up at him. “Make it?”

  He just sits there staring out into the woods.

  I shake my head. “…Alright… I’ll try.” I try to smile as the two little creeks continue to stream their ways down my cheeks.

  “Please don’t cry, Sis.” His hands gently brush against my cheeks.

  I fail in the attempt to smile, again. “That, I cannot promise so easily, Bro.”

  He just sighs and looks downward.

  “You okay, Bro?” I am barely able to choke out the words as I say, “Do you wan me to let you go?”

  He shakes his head, looking back up at me, “Nah.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, Sis. I’m sure.”

   I, finally, give him a tiny smile this time and hug him tighter. I slowly begin to stop crying, as Bro begins to carry me. I smile noticing that the eclipse is over, and lay my head on his chest. “Where we goin’ Bro?”

  “Home.”

  I slowly drift off to sleep and wake up once I reach home. I grab his hand once he lays me on the bed.

  I love Bro, and I hate that I’ve been neglecting him. I sit on his lap and kiss his lips softly. “Hey, Bro?”

  “Yeah, Sis?”

  “I believe we have some unfinished business to attend to.” I begin to kiss his lips over and over and over, lowering him onto the bed. “Or I may be wrong.” I kiss his lips passionately. “Am I?”

  “No,” he smiles and kisses me more. “You’re right.”

  I don’t even try to tease and torture him this time. I just begin stripping him, as he does the same to me and kissing in places that would make Hugh Heffner blush. But then… my phone goes off. I look at it to see it’s Kyle and flash Bro the “one minute” motion.

  “Hello?”

  “Wow, no Konichiwa?”

  “Sorry, so what’s up?”

  “Come back to Clover’s. We got a little surprise for you.”

  I look over at Bro, knowing he’s heard what Kyle has just said. I sigh and mouth sorry to my precious Bro below me.

  He just rolls his eyes and prepares to get up.

  “Sorry, Kyle, but I’m just gonna’ stay here and spend some well overdue time with Bro. You understand… don’t you?”

  “Yeah, of course, Buttercup. Tell your Bro I say hey.”

  “Will do.”

  I hang up the phone and look below me to Bro whose eyes look like they’re about to pop out of his head.

  “What?”

  “You turned down going to Clover’s?”

  “Yeah,” I turn off my phone and pull out the battery. “I promised you we’d finish, and I’m promised myself to stop neglecting you like I have for a while now. And I am keeping my promises.” I kiss his lips and toss my phone to the side. “No interruptions.”

  He smiled and instantly took over, urging me, guiding me, controlling me, telling me to do unimaginable things. I loved all of it. I love him. I love my Bro so much, and I promise to never, ever neglect him ever again.

“I love you, Bro.”