Well, I was hoping for the girls to be a bit older, say, 13 or 14, because I get sick and tired of the whole pre-pubescent expirmental stories which are just fap material for pedos, but besides that, this shows promise. I love plot. Keep it up.

id be interested in seeing where this is going... MOAR PLEZ!

Very good story, Hoping for more.

this is great teg, ya better finish it! Oh and make it long :p

Guilt + Love

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Tags: M/f, oral, handjob, aggressive loli

A/N: Nothing much to say except long chapter is long. Then again, long story is long.
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Chapter 2
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A month passed and that night did not repeat itself. I'd occasionally wake up with Laila in my bed but other than that, nothing as extreme happened. I felt a guilty relief about that. I didn't have to deal with my inappropriate thoughts or myself.

Iris rarely spoke to us, let alone her own children. She would either snarl at Lola or hold a silent war with Laila. Sometimes, they would just sit in the living room and refuse to notice each other. I always wanted to interrupt moments like these. It seemed like they were trying to ignore each other...then again, whenever they did speak, it weakened into a shouting match that always ended Iris sending Laila to her room.

When they arrived, they only had three duffle bags. I couldn't fathom a whole family having so little to their name. Perhaps they sold it all before they moved here. Two thirds of the bags were fancy clothes for Lola but nothing more. My dad managed to buy them whatever they wanted. He enjoyed having a couple of daughters to spoil. Usually, he would give Max and I some cash and tell us to go shopping but this time, he happily paraded around with all of us marching through the mall like a happy family. Well, a mildly happy family with a woman and a little girl with sour dispositions.

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After marching around the mall, we waited in the cramped Disney store while Lola struggled between Princess Jasmine and Ariel blankets. Iris refused to get both because and her reason was that Lola did not have two beds and forced the girl to choose one. Max joined in and soon it became an argument about which Disney princess was the best. However, my brother got so engrossed in the conversation; he forgot he was talking to a nine-year old.

"Well, Ariel's pretty hot. I bet she could suck a watermelon through a garden hose--"

Enraged, Iris chocked on her words and the expression on her face was beyond angry. It shut him up quick. When Lola responded, it only got worse.
"Why would she need to suck that hard? Wouldn't that hurt?"
People around us fell quiet, casting sidelong glances at the girl. Lola stared up at him with an oddly stern face.

"Gently..." She said with an oddly serious expression. "You need to do it gently..."

The color drained from my brother's face. He whipped his head to Iris who scowled. Unsure of what to say, he hurried past me and out of the store. Iris snatched Lola's hand and dragged her out of the store. She moved so fast, the little girl stumbled and struggled to stand. I figured this stop was over and glanced around, searching for Laila. I found her standing at the checkout counter with my dad.

"...You sure you don't want anything else?" He asked with concern.

"There's blankets and stuff in my room." She said quietly. "Please don't trouble yourself on my account."

My dad smiled. "It's no trouble at all."

Laila merely nodded. If she kept sleeping in my room, she would not really need blankets anyway. I had switched to fleece with glow-in-the-dark print and she didn't make fun of me as much for it. I always figured I had decent taste in bedding.

The cheerful cashier reached down and handed Laila a small gift bag and the two walked towards me.

"What did you get?" I asked.

"An overpriced snow-globe." she said matter-of-factly.

My dad chuckled but he when he faced me, the smile vanished from his face.

"Kyle, we need to have a serious talk later."

I frowned. "What did I do?"

"Nothing." Dad said. "Iris and I just need to speak with you about something."

My mind immediately went to that night. I grew sick. Unable to form words I merely nodded and quietly followed my dad. Occasionally, Laila looked at me with concern but she didn't say anything. I started to grow relieved. Judging by the confused look on her face, she didn't know why they were upset. There was a good chance it had nothing to do with my past actions. If it were something of this extent, wouldn't they have just yelled at me? Times like this, I hated having such an overactive imagination.

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We sat at the dinner table among ample amounts of empty Chinese food containers. The dinner talk remained light-hearted enough but Iris tactlessly swung it in the opposite direction and killed all enjoyment in the room.

"We've been cleaning out all the spare rooms including the one near the end of the hall. The maids managed to clear everything out despite all the dust and whatnot."

"What?" I stood up. She couldn't possibly mean my mom's room. Even my dad refused to touch that room. She cast me a sidelong glance while taking a long sip of her iced tea.

"Your father said he'd talk with you but I took the initiative and had the maids start on cleaning while we were out. A teenage boy should not cling to old relics. It looked like a mausoleum in there." She cracked her neck. "Calvin said it was fine. No one had been in there in years."

Her voice echoed in my head. My mom's room had been...cleaned? I bolted out of the living room and up the stairs. My heart hammered in my head. I threw open the door to my mom's room and paused.

Nothing...

Even the furniture was gone. The carpet cleaned and the walls scrubbed. All my mom's posters and stickers removed. The old paintings we made together gone. My breathing sped up. I staggered in and dropped to my knees where the bed once was.

"You're father told me you were the overdramatic one. Even Maxwell didn't take it this badly." I clenched my fists at the sound of her voice.

"What right did you have, Iris?" I growled, refusing to look at her. "How could you do something like this? What did my mom do to you?!"

"She did nothing to me." Iris approached but didn't come too close. "In fact, she's done nothing for the past ten years save hindering you from growing up."

It was Iris' voice but my father's words.

"What did you do with everything?" I hoped she just put it in storage.

"It's all disposed. I couldn't find anything useful." She sighed. "The poor woman did live in a fantasy world..."

"...and you're much better?" I spun around and stormed up to her. She didn't back down at all. In fact, she held her ground better than I could. "You come in here and think you can change our lives? Make my dad take care of your children--which you treat like shit--and I'm just going to take it?"

"Yes. You'll take it because you have no choice!" Iris barked. "Either that, or you'll meet the same end as your mother!” She folded her arms, looking superior. “Did you ever think of what you put your father through? Or how those girls feel when you talk to their mother like she’s beneath you?

Before I could speak, she cut me off.

"Of course you don't you selfish shit! You just cling to a woman who abandoned you when you're living breathing father is right here! So you’re welcome to get as angry as you want. I refuse to give quarter to a dead woman. She gave up all rights when she perished."

Her brutal words turned my stomach. I glared at her. "You're a heartless woman."

Iris rolled her eyes. "Anything else?"

Disgusted, I stormed past her. She moved out of the way without a word and I went to my room. I slammed the door and locked it for reasons beyond me. Flopping down on the bed, I screamed into a pillow.

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"You threw everything away?" Max voice rose from downstairs. "Of course he flipped! I didn't think you'd just trash everything. That was our fucking mom!"

"There was nothing in there of use. Most of the clothes had worn or moth-eaten fabric and we have no use for outdated items." Iris remained steadfast.

"Fuck that shit! Where do you get off doing that?" He screamed. "Even the other whores Dad married respected that."

"Don't confuse respect with stupidity." Their voices were getting closer. "And don't confuse me with those whores."

"There's no confusion!" Footsteps passed my door. "At least they fucking pretended to be nice to us!"

"I've had enough. Neither of us will back down and I'm tired of repeating myself."

The steps grew further away.

"H-hey!" My brother screamed. "Come back here, I'm not done with you!'

My dad won and erased the last trace of my mother. Now he could finally move on. This just hardened my resolve to resist moving on.

I wondered how Iris would feel if someone did the same to her. I grimaced. She'd probably appreciate the prompt gesture. The woman wasn’t too keen on making a good impression on us before she erased any other influences. I hugged the pillow.

Maybe that's what drove Mom to end it all. Everyone started erasing her before she was even dead. Max and I were probably the only two people who remembered her now...how frightening.

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An hour later, my door opened. I wanted to be alone but I didn't have the energy to say so. I figured my silence would deter anyone from entering.

"My mom is always angry at dead people." Laila explained. The door shut behind her with a soft click. She sat on the bed and it shifted slightly from her weight. She tugged on my sleeve and I reluctantly looked at her. “I think it’s because she can’t forgive my dad for leaving us.”

"Here." She presented an old, worn book to me. A book I had not seen in years. Shocked, I took it from her. "This was all I could take before anyone noticed."

I ran my fingers over the rough cover. My hands were smaller when I last held this book. I opened it for the first time in nearly a decade. Each page had pressed flowers in my mother's flowing handwriting. I stopped at a purple flower I remembered picking. The memory of the bright sunlight and the warmth of my mom's hand holding mine returned. I came so close to forgetting something so important.

Laila dug her hands in her sweatshirt pouch and pulled out a scuffed up pocket-watch. She opened it up and a soft ticking filled the room. Giving a relived sigh, she held it in her lap with a delicate grip.

"When Dad died, Mom made a big show about getting rid of all his things. I tried hiding some stuff but she always found it..." Her gaze lowered and she gave a small, sad smile. "Pretty soon, this was all I had left. Someday, she'll find it though...and she'll throw that away too."

I couldn't say anything. I just cried huge tears.

Embarrassed at my sudden breakdown, I buried my face in my knees. Laila reached up and put hear hands on either side of my head, coaxing me to look up. I obeyed. She leaned in, closing her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. I sat there, surprised. The longer she lingered, the more I relaxed. I didn't expect her to take the initiative like this but I didn't mind.

I tilted my head and returned the kiss. I kept it as innocent as I could. My hands rested lightly on her shoulders. The tip of my tongue brushed against the inside of her lips but I didn't go any further. The anxiety drained from me. I pulled away and we simply hugged.

After a few ticks passed, I spoke.

“I haven’t made you feel good in a while.” I said quietly. She squirmed a little and I tightened my embrace.

“I…I felt like I’d trouble you.” She muttered.

“It’s no trouble at all. You got something important for me.” I nuzzled her frizzy hair. “It’s the least I can do.”

“Okay…” She said with hesitance.

I pushed her down on the bed and she made a surprised noise. She stared up at me with wide eyes, her arms drawn up to her chest. My breathing grew heavier while I loomed over her. A quick glance confirmed she shut the door, so I was safe. My hands went to her jeans and I started unbuttoning them.

“What are you—“ I shushed her.

“I thought of a way to make you feel better.” I met her eyes. “I won’t hurt you. All you have to do is lay there, okay?”

She meekly nodded. I wasted no time pulling down her jeans before moving on to her panties. Exposing her, I got a good look at her pussy for the first time. It was a compact slit with plump lips. I took a good long look to memorize it but my staring made Laila a little self-conscious. Closing her legs to hide herself, she frowned at me.

“Why are you staring?”

I shook my head and maneuvered between her legs, coaxing them open. Going lower, I faced her crotch, getting a closer look at her. Compared to her dark skin, the flesh looked bright pink and shiny. I traced a finger across her mound and she fidgeted. Perhaps she enjoyed the kiss more than I thought.

I was not sure how to tackle this. I hadn’t gone down on a girl before but I’d seen it. It didn’t really interest me until now. I pressed my lips against her slit. She was so small that my entire mouth engulfed her. She clamped her hands over her mouth hard enough for me to hear an audible slap and kept them there, muffing her cries.

Dragging my tongue across her only made her reactions more violent. She twisted around on my bed while I licked her. Liquid warmth seeped from her folds and I suckled her to draw more out. This made her let out a strange, high-pitched noise that she made a futile effort to stifle. Her legs clamped around my head and a burst of wet heat exploded in my mouth. Laila shuddered, riding out the strong orgasm while I continued lavishing her pussy with attention.

I took my mouth off her and slipped my hands around her waist. Pulling her up into my lap, I guided her face to mine and kissed her again. This time, my tongue probed her mouth and she placidly accepted the invasion. Judging by the distant glaze in her eyes, Laila was probably too out of it to respond.

My hard cock pulsed against her while we kissed. I pulled away, trailing a string of saliva between us. Without a word, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled myself free. At this point, my cock nearly stood straight up. Laila looked down and the life returned to her eyes. She stared at my cock horrified.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt me…” Her words prickled with fear.

“I’m not.” I rubbed her face. “I just need your hands. It’ll be just like how you needed mine.”

She wrapped her hands around my shaft. “Do you want me to do something?”

I put a hand on her shoulder. “Just hold on.”

Flexing my hips, I slid up and down in her hands. They felt soft but a bit coarse like she worked with them more than I realized. It didn’t take too long before I felt a tension spawn in my lower body, coiling more and more. In the back of my mind, I wondered why I enjoyed this so much. All my thoughts were purged when my release crashed down on me. I threw my head back and cursed. Laila’s grip tightened, making me feel even better.

Panting, my vision returned and I found myself staring up at the ceiling. Grinning stupidly, I looked down at Laila and my smile vanished. She stared at me bewildered, with her hands out. I had covered her in cum. Maybe it looked that way because of her small frame. I looked around for something to wipe her down with before grabbing a box of tissues.

Most of it hit her glasses but some got in her hair. I apologized while I tenderly wiped her face clean. She’d taken some tissues and cleaned off her hands. Christ, I was in deep.

“Why did you do that?” She asked. She sounded more curious than upset.

“Um, well, I…I just really liked it.” I wiped a glob out of her hair and managed to get enough off to look inconspicuous. “You should take a shower.”

“I feel sticky.” She complained. She put on her cleaned glasses and grimaced. “I can’t see well.”

“I’m sorry!” I said for what was possible the millionth time.

“It’s alright.” She said with annoyance. “If you apologize one more time, I’ll hit you.”

“Sorr—“ She punched me hard in the arm. The blow startled me more than it hurt. Laila climbed off my lap and put her clothes back on. I took this time to make myself decent as well. She climbed back on the bed and grabbed the pocket watch. It was then I hugged her again.

She didn’t return the embrace but she did relax. “Do you feel better?”

“I feel a lot better.” I kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

She sighed. “…Maybe I am getting to old to sleep in other people’s beds.”

"Stay in my room tonight." I urged. I didn't want to be alone tonight. Just having her beside me would be enough.

Laila nodded.

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That night I grew anxious. My body refused to relax...I seemed far too excited to have my step-sister in my room. Beyond the dirtier actions, it was nice to have someone who understood. She went out of her way to save something of my mom's…my thoughts drifted to what we did earlier and my face grew warm. This girl was starting to affect me a lot.

Laila acted just as hard and cold as her mother but actions like this proved she was more humane than the woman was. I could only imagine what happened to Iris that sanded away any sort of empathy for anyone--including her own children. Who was to blame? Her previous husbands...her childhood...?

I didn't want to know. I feared just knowing what turned her into such a woman would mess me up. The door creaked open and I rolled over with a welcoming smile only to have it fade. Lola stood at the door.

I sat up. "Um, something wrong?"

She shut the door behind her and leaned against it.

"You look ill." She said with concern. "I wanted to apologize for what Mama did."

"You don't have to. She did it, not you." I said quietly. She nodded. Then smiled at me with impish playfulness. "So why did you want Laila to stay in your room tonight?"

My blood went cold. How did she know that? I didn't think Laila told her sister much. Without provocation, she answered my unspoken questions.

"I heard you earlier." She explained. "You were crying and you wanted her to stay with you tonight...

Lola approached me with a slow, deliberate walk. I backed away until I pressed against the wall. She crawled on the bed and up to me. Placing her hands against the wall, on either side of my head, she leaned in until she was a breath away from my face. Her angelic features darkened.

"I think I know why..." She purred. She reached down and put her hand over my crotch, giving a slight squeeze. I cringed. "This must have something to do with it!"

"I-I think you should leave..." My voice cracked.

"Don't you like me?" She asked with a pout. "My last dad liked me."

She leaned back and sat on my lap. "He liked me a lot. He even bought me stuff! I got a mermaid Barbie! She changed colors in the water and everything!"

She quickly switched back to her bubbly, childish self and I still was not sure if that made things better or worse. Lola shot a worried glance down at my lap while tenderly caressing my face.

"You don't like me?" She asked sadly. "...but everyone likes me."

"Lola, I like you." I assured her with a smile. "I like you a lot."

"Really?" Her face lit up. Her hands flew down and she started pulling down my pants.

"What the fuck--no!" I grabbed her hands and pulled them away. Her aggression and what she knew scared me. "Lola, don't! I don't want this!"

Rage twisted her features and she lashed out, slapping me. Her nails scratched my cheek and my face burned. A metallic tang filled the air and bile rose up in my throat. My mom's cold eyes bubbled up from the dark haze of my memory followed by red...so much red. Lola hopped off me and ran out of the room. Nauseous, I grabbed a wastebasket and promptly lurched into it.

I hurled until I had nothing left and my stomach still twisted. Keeping my face in the garbage can, I tried to wait out the nausea attack.

"Kyle!" Laila's voice sounded muffled against my dry heaving. I tried to shove the wastebasket away without spilling it while she ran to my side.

"G-guess I don't like Chinese..." I lied, giving her a weak smile. Her eyes rested on the raw scratch on my cheek.

"...Lola..." She said her sister’s name like it was a force of nature. She knew her sister well. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. "C'mon. I can treat this."

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Laila doctored the scratch with quiet determination. In her possession, she had a small first aid kit that had enough Band-Aids and disinfectants to treat most anything. She opted for peroxide and in the light; I saw how deep Lola scratched me. Did all little girls have such sharp nails? By the time she was done, it did not even hurt anymore.

"You're good at this." I complimented.

"I've had plenty of practice." She said grimly.

"Guess Lola is clumsy." I mused.

She closed her small first aid kit. "Yeah...clumsy."

I went to the sink and brushed the unpleasant flavor from my mouth.

"Did she hurt you anywhere else?" She asked.

I almost choked on the foam. Lola could have done some real damage if she got into my pants. I shook my head, washing out my mouth. I turned to her.

"Laila, I--"

The girl stormed over and flung the door open.

"You just love starting trouble, don't you?" She yelled.

I followed her out to see Lola halfway down the hall, her back to us. Laila continued. "Where do you get off eavesdropping on me?"

"I was protecting you." She grumbled.

"Liar!" Laila snapped.

"You're a hippogriff!" Her shoulders tensed up. "You get all protective and hit people even if they're nice but when I try, you just get mad!"

I realized Lola meant hypocrite. I was also sure she did not know what a hippogriff was but it sounded close enough.

"I won't hurt Laila." I assured her.

"That's he said." Her words took on a strange heaviness. "He said he wouldn't hurt you if I was a good girl...but he lied..."

She spun around and pointed at me. "…and you're lying! You should disappear like he did!” Her eyes glistened with tears.

"I don't even think he really liked me..." She sniffled.

"Of course he didn't!" Laila snapped. "He only liked all the stuff you did! You're stupid!"

"I...I'm telling Mom!" She threatened.

"Tell her what? That I helped Kyle with a scratch you gave him?" She scoffed. “You’ve got nothing.”

Without anything left, Lola glared at us. Then, she let out the most ear-splitting shriek I had ever heard.

sage.
Moar pl0x.

Whatever Lola wants, Lola gets
And little man, little Lola, wants you

Sir, that is scary.

Yes.

Do go on...

gah, is there any more?

>>12907
Of course there's more. Lots more.

Guilt + Love

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Tags: Only some described rape and kissing. I will make up for it double in the next chapter.
A/N: Lola is strange. This is what you get for naming a girl after a song as opposed to vice versa (j/k)
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Chapter 3
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Dad did not have a shirt on, Iris wore blue lace nightgown with a matching robe, and Max didn't bother with a shirt either. Lola sat near her mother making the most pathetic face she could. I suffered through the weight of angry eyes directed at Laila and me. I inwardly cringed but the girl beside me looked accustomed to such an atmosphere.
"Why were you up? You both have school in a few hours! Do you want to be failures?" Iris snapped. I could not believe this woman. She belonged in a sitcom or a Disney movie.
"I ran into Kyle and helped him out with his face." Laila said flatly. "You said I should help out and I did."
"She called me stupid." Lola whined. "I saw her go into the bathroom with him and it scared me. I didn’t want anyone to hurt her like he hurt me."
The air got thick. Iris frowned.
"I'm going to ask you this once and you will tell me the truth." She leaned forward a little bit. "What were you doing with my daughter in the middle of the night?"
"Nothing! I ran into her and she offered to help me." I frowned. "I was feeling pretty shitty after Lola came into my room and scratched me. Laila offered to help. I didn't know I was breaking some sort of rule."
Iris looked at Lola with a softened expression. "You went into his room?"
"I wanted to be nice...I didn't mean to hurt him." She said with a pitiful tone.
“Hell.” Iris sighed. "I guess now is as good of a time as any...there's something you should know about Lola..."
If she said Lola was crazy then it would take all my willpower to keep from saying 'duh'.
Iris closed her eyes and took in a deep breath.
"After their father died...I remarried and things were fine for a little while." Iris wrung her hands nervously the whole time. "But then he lost his job and started getting into drugs. I took on two jobs just to take care of everyone but I wasn't paying attention."
Laila clenched her jaw and glowered at the woman but Iris just ignored her.
"One day, Lola admitted he'd been doing things to her. We have been taking her to therapy because he conditioned her. She doesn't understand what's wrong with her actions...so please understand that she's still a bit messed up."
Laila violently shoved her chair away and stormed out. I considered following her but I wasn't completely in the clear so I stayed put.
"What about Laila?" I asked.
Iris blinked. "What about her?"
This time Max spoke. "It's just she seems a little messed up too considering she attacked me that one time."
"Laila has suffered but not as much as Lola. The therapist said my ex-husband found her too strong to victimize. He only hit her a few times." She scooped Lola up and headed out. The girl looked quite comfortable in her mother's arms. "I will sleep with Lola in her room. We shall talk once I set up appointments with a therapist in the area."
She gave an acknowledging nod to my father and said goodnight before leaving. My father gave a frustrated groan, putting his head in his hands. He did not look happy at all. I wondered where he met this woman. She didn’t look like she frequented clubs or high-class events. Dad turned his tired eyes to me, noticing the fresh wound.
“Christ! She do that?”
“Yeah.” I grumbled. I waited for some sort of insult from my dad or my brother. They were both football players. My dad retired and owned stock in an NFL team while my brother was well on his way to a scholarship. Scrawny and pale, I looked malnourished beside them. If I were a little girl, I would definitely attack me.
“Lola seemed so sweet though.” Max said with mild surprise. “But considering what Iris said that explains a lot. Guess Laila had a pretty good reason to side check me.”
“Dad, where did you meet Iris?” I asked.
My dad regained his stern composure and cleared his throat. “That’s…I’ll explain it to you later.”
He got up and left. I hated when people put off explanations. It felt so overdramatic. I should know…my Dad called me it enough times.
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In a few hours, Iris woke everyone up for school. Groggy and cranky, we went without breakfast because Iris didn’t cook. Her words were something along the lines of ‘I’m not the damn maid.’ Dad was already at work so we were alone with our new stepmother. Dressed in new uniforms, Laila and Lola looked uncomfortable. Not many kids liked uniforms, which Lola openly complained about. The uniform consisted of a blue blazer and a plaid skirt. Both girls wore black stockings and Lola wore blue ribbons in her hair. She tied Laila's frizzy hair back and her curls jutted everywhere a little less. Her skirt peeked out from underneath her freshly washed sweatshirt. I briefly remembered the mess I made on it and my face flushed. I had to look away from her or I'd turn beet red.
"Why can't we go back to our old school?" Lola whined.
"Because there's nothing left for you there." Iris said while buttoning up her blazer.
"Jesus, lady!" Max exclaimed. "Would it kill you to be nice to your kids?"
I was beginning to think it would. Iris stood up and walked towards him, her sensible heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She narrowed her eyes at Max.
"The last person who was 'nice' to my kids was abusing them. I refuse to be anything like that person." Her eyes shifted to Laila. "...and take that sweatshirt off. You look like a homeless person."
"We were homeless people until you married that guy at the courthouse." Laila retorted.
Iris took in a sharp breath of air and rushed over. She grabbed the hem of the shirt while Laila held it down. I moved to intervene but Max stopped me and shook his head. After a struggle, she managed to yank the sweatshirt off her, revealing the white collared shirt underneath. She stood up with the garment clenched tight in her hand.
"This," she said with a shake. "...is going in the garbage."
She few past us and both girls followed—Laila sulked while Lola skipped out the door.
"I dunno about you but I'm skippin' school." Max announced. "I'm gonna fuckin' sleep."
"You had trouble sleeping too?" I asked.
"Yeah..." Max put on his best poker face. I didn't know what he had to hide but I didn't wanna pry. "Anyway, you goin'?"
I shook my head. I wasn't in the mood to deal with school. This had been a hell of a weekend. Max slipped away and I ventured back upstairs. Crossing the door to my mom's old room, I stopped. Iris wasn't wrong about clearing out the room. I only wished she hadn't been so abrasive. Maybe, I would've taken it better...no, that's a lie. I would have reacted just as badly.
I pushed the door open and walked inside. Before mom moved in, this was her art room. She had repainted the walls an electric blue for stimulation, I think. After I was born, she wanted nothing to do with my dad so he got her a bed for the room. That bed was gone. The room was still bare. Iris talked about repainting it. I wouldn't vocally object to that now.
Opening the closet, I saw nothing but bare shelves and a few crooked wire hangers... However, in the corner was a box. Curious, I pulled it out and opened it.
It was full of old sketchbooks. I figured Iris missed one. Opening up one of the books, I flipped through it. Mom dated all her pages without fail, but the closer I got to my birth, the less drawing she did. Writing took up the pages instead. At first, it was simple things like 'the sky was beautiful today' but then it got stranger. Her writing grew jagged but then she just stopped altogether. All the pages were blank...until I got to the last page.
She'd written repeatedly the words 'I don't wanna go.' the page was so congested with her writing that there was hardly a blank spot. An uneasy feeling took me and I slammed the book shut. I put it back in the box and made it a personal mission to forget I ever saw it.
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It’s easy for an entire day to pass you by when you zone out while watching movies you’ve seen a million times before. I wrapped myself in a blanket and plopped down in the den. My mind got so full of nothing that I couldn’t tell anyone what I was watching.
“We’re home!” Lola sang. I was ready to flee back up to my room then. Before I could move, Lola ran into the den. On spotting me, she stood in front of me looking amused at my bewilderment.
“H-how did you guys get home?” I stammered.
“Max picked us up.” Lola explained. “Wha’cha watching?”
“Uh…” A quick glance at the screen gave me an answer. “Battlestar Galactica. Where’s Max?”
“Dunno.” Lola shrugged. “He went somewhere…can I watch TV with you?”
I gave a slow nod. She sat down beside me but didn’t watch the screen. Her gaze wavered between the floor and me. I pretended not to notice but after last night, I wanted to keep on my guard. Slowly, my apprehension dripped away until I was actually paying attention to the show. I always found the story arc with Admiral Cain interesting. A tug on my blankets got my attention. Lola held on to the fabric while staring at the floor, her face unreadable.
“Do you hate me?”
“No…but I do find you a little scary.” I grumbled.
“I don’t know why I do things like that.” Lola continued. “I really am sorry though. I wanted to be nice, I really did.”
“I understand. I forgive you, Lola.” I'm a very forgiving person. Even after Lola hurt me, I just couldn't stay angry with her. Life is too short to hold grudges. The girl stared at me with big, confused eyes.
"You really mean it?" I nodded. Her face lit up and the room brightened in turn. Jumping up, she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a tight hug. She eased up a little but held on to me.
"But..." She said sounding sad. "Laila is still mad at me."
"Laila is always mad." I joked. "Just like Iris."
Lola rested her small head on my chest.
"Mama is always mad at me too. I always cause her problems." She looked up on the verge of tears. "I really am sorry! Honest!"
"I believe you." I assured her.
She frowned at me, a stern look washing over her features. Like last night, she leaned in close and my heart jumped up in my throat. I didn't move, afraid she'd lash out at me again. With her small hands, she held my face and drew close...lightly pressing her lips against mine.
She leaned away with a small smile on her face. "Give me an adult kiss, okay?"
"O-okay..." I took a deep breath and kissed her again, slipping my tongue into her mouth. She moved her tongue in response. So much for therapy. I broke away and we both smiled.
"There. Now all is forgiven."
A loud thump broke the tranquility and we both whipped our heads at the door. Laila stood there, glaring at us. Her book bag stood in front of her and I figured she'd thrown it down.
"Laila..." The girl turned on her heels and ran.
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She didn’t run far. I found her in the backyard, staring at our tall, wood fence. Dropping to her knees, she sighed.
“Lucky for you, I’m feeling lazy.” I walked up to her. “I’m sure I can outrun you.”
“I’m pretty sure too.” I made a reminder in the back of my mind to start jogging again. “Sorry. Lola just wanted to apologize and—“
“You say sorry too much!” She barked. “You’re the sorriest person in the world!”
“Guess so.” I said, giving a small chuckle. I sat down Indian-style beside her. I fidgeted awkwardly.
“…so, um, your step-dad—“
“—what about him?”
“Is he the reason why you carry a first aid kit around?” The girl froze and I regretted asking. Her silence made me feel even worse... She reached into her pouch and pulled out her pocket-watch. After checking the time, she put it back.
“Before my dad died, I wanted to be a nurse so I always carried something like that around.” Laila sighed. “…but after spending so much time in and out of hospitals, they kind scare me now. I don’t even like going to the nurse at school anymore.”
I looked up at the passing clouds. “For a kid, you’re still pretty good at patching people up.”
“It beats someone else doing it.” Laila growled. “I hated how they looked at me. It was as if I was pathetic. It wasn’t like I didn’t try to get along with him!” Her voice started to rise. “He didn’t like me. He didn’t want to like me.”
“Your stepdad?”
Laila nodded. "He hit me because I looked at him with my dad's eyes or something." She started plucking blades of grass. "I never said anything because I was glad he was nice to Lola. I could endure a little pain as long as he took care of her. It’s just that he started hitting me more. I wouldn’t even do anything. He’d just smack me around for things I was gonna do. Mama would yell at me for being difficult and I’d cry because I missed Dad so much. That’s when she threw everything away. She said I was too old to cry over people who weren’t here.”
“Sounds familiar.” I said dryly.
“Mom wasn’t too much older than me when her parents died, so I guess I could understand.” Laila took a blade of grass and played with it. “But I still couldn’t help but cry. Sal got sick of my crying. He said he’d shut me up forever.”
“So you got sent to the hospital again.” I added. “But the social worker got involved?”
Laila nodded.
“After that, Sal didn’t touch me at all but the police kept questioning Mom. Later that night, she begged me to tell her the truth but all I could do was stare at her as if I was stupid. I think she gave up or…or maybe I gave up.”
“I’m sure your mom meant well.”
“I guess.” Laila muttered. “One day, I came home from school and I couldn't find Lola anywhere. I went up to her room and the door was cracked.” She spread her hands out in her lap as if she were rebuilding the image. “I peeked in and I saw Lola...she was on his lap...he was inside her. She...she didn't look like she was in pain. Just concentrating hard…I got scared and I didn’t move. After he finished, he walked out and just patted my head.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” She said with a slow shake of her head. “Lola seemed fine. Lola’s not the bad one.”
“…and you are?”
“Of course I am!” She snapped. “I’m rude and I don’t get along with anyone!”
“You get along with me.” I chirped.
“That’s cause you’re a nerd with no friends.” Such cutting words from a little girl. Besides, I had friends…on the internet. Anyway, it was a choice.
“Why did you want me to stay in your room last night?” She asked.
“I just thought I’d sleep better with you next to me. I usually do.” I said without hesitation. “You seem to sleep pretty easy too.”
“I just get tired after all the stuff we do.” She muttered. “It’s draining.”
“We could stop.” I offered. I didn’t mean to sound so eager. Our…arrangement was quite nice. Looking at her, I saw a younger version of myself. Alone, dejected and unable to get along with people. Laila understood it and lived through it now. If I could make her feel better, I could…my jaw clenched. What the hell was I thinking? This girl went through more than enough for her short lifetime! I didn’t want to mess her up more.
“Do you want me to stop sleeping in your room?” She asked.
“Nah.” I smiled. “I wouldn’t mind it but if you keep it up, I might have to get a bigger bed.”
She stared at me and I immediately felt my words take an inappropriate turn. I blushed a little while Laila chuckled. I climbed to my feet and offered her my hand. Surprised, she hesitantly reached up and took mine. I pulled her up and together we walked back to the house.
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Cartoons blasted through the house. Lola sank in the couch among a sea of pillows. At the sound of the door, she sprang up and started greeting me but fell silent when she saw her sister. Lola stared at us inquisitively. “Why are you holding her hand? Did she try to run away again?”
Again? Judging by the casual tone, Laila ran away often. In response, the older girl jerked her hand away from mine and quickly made distance between us. Retreating to a nearby corner, she folded her arms and glared at Lola.
“I didn’t try to run away.” She said. “I didn’t have a reason to.”
“But you will.” Said Lola. “You always find a reason.”
The girl shifted her attention to me and patted the area beside her, gesturing for me to sit. I didn’t see any harm in it so I did. Laila made a disapproving grunt at my response. The moment I sat down, Lola climbed into my lap. I got a clear visual on what Laila had seen with Lola and her stepfather and I cringed. However, I felt it would only cause more trouble if I took her off my lap. Lola was being quite nice and I didn’t want to give her a reason to hurt me again. The girl watched TV, her legs swinging occasionally but remained harmless.
“Y’know we’ve lost two daddies in less than a year.” Lola announced, her pleasant voice carrying across the room. “…and we both know whose fault it is.”
Craning my neck over, I saw Laila shrink into the corner and keep her eyes on her feet. The younger girl noticed too and smirked at her sister’s reaction. “…but it’s not our new daddy you’re so worried about. It’s our new brothers, right?”
Lola leaned back into me with a little more force than needed. I winced but didn’t say anything. “I like having brothers. What about you, Laila?”
“I don’t care either way.” Laila muttered.
"I can show you how to make him happy." Lola offered. We both stared at her as if she just spoke Chinese. Sensing our confusion, Lola explained. "I know more than you about that stuff. I can teach you."
Laila cast me a sidelong glance and mumbled. I didn't hear her the first time so I asked her to repeat herself.
"Is that something you want?" She snarled at the top of her lungs. Beyond embarrassed, she couldn't even look at me directly. How cute. I didn't want to force her to do something she didn't want to.
"I want whatever you want." I said. "Whatever you decide, I'll be happy with it."
"I wanna..." She twisted the hem of her skirt while shuffling her feet. "I wanna make you happy."
Hopping off my lap, Lola put her hands on her sister’s shoulders. "Are you sure?"
Laila gave a rushed nod. Lola smiled. "Good. We can start this weekend!"

So yea, good story.
Next part sounds dangerous.

Sir, you are such an amazing author.

BAHH WHAT!?!? wtf you doing back here? get back to the top

MOAR!

more? please?

yup. We need moar here.

Been too long.

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moar plz

Guilt + Love

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Tags: M/f, penetration, oral, violence, the usual emotional blackmail and turmoil
A/N: Sorry about the delay, had some art projects and a hospitalization to deal with. I hope that I can continue immediately.
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Chapter 4
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Hunger gnawed at my stomach and I decided it was time to leave the warmth of my bed. I forced myself up and then started straightening the covers. This bed was kinda small for me. I didn’t mind it because I liked cozy places but now I was considering getting a bigger one. It seemed so big when I first got it. I scratched the back of my head. I would consider replacing all my old stuff later. With that, I marched downstairs to the kitchen.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" My Dad's yelling snapped me out of my haze. Drawing closer, I could hear Iris.
"It wasn't your concern." Iris had the same icy tone.
"When I married you, it became my concern!" My dad sighed. "Jesus, Iris! Why didn't you tell me he started contacting you?"
"I can take care of him myself!" Iris snapped. "You weren’t' there when I needed you so what makes you think you can help me now. All you'll do is throw money at him and then he'll never leave!"
"If you thought that then why did you accept my proposal?" My dad sounded...heartbroken. Peeking around the corner, I only saw Dad’s back. Iris had her arms folded across her chest. I briefly tried recalling the last time I saw them stand this close to each other. The woman kept her distance from everyone and the prickly atmosphere around her made Max and I fear making eye contact. Yet right now, I felt like I could at least look at her while hiding behind the safety of my dad and the walls. Dad towered over Iris but hunched over, looking worn and tired. Iris stood tall, her small form oozing with inexplicable power. She kept her straightened hair in a flawless pixy cut but everything about her looked sharp and perfect like one of those expensive crystal sculptures my mom used to collect. I remembered cutting myself on one once. The image of blood made me gag before I could stop myself. They now knew they were not alone.
Iris looked at me-more like right through me. A tense muscle flickered in her jaw. Silent, her cold eyes pinned me to the spot and I forgot about breakfast. Regret replaced hunger. Dad turned and started speaking but Iris pushed past him and stormed up to me. I backed away and she kept advancing.
"What?" She asked mockingly. "You look like you have something to say."
"M-my dad's been through a lot." I swallowed dry air. "You should be nicer to him."
Iris let out a nasty chuckle glancing back at my dad before returning her attention to me, smirking.
"Alright, Kyle. I'll be nicer to your dad...since he's done so much for me." She backed away with her hands up in defeat. "I'll be nicer to him...nicer to my kids! I'll even be nice to your dead mother because it'll make the world a better place!"
"Iris..." My dad growled. "That's enough..."
"No..." Iris kept a forced smile on her face. Tears started rolling down her face. "It will never be enough. Her misty eyes grew unfocused but landed on me. "I've ruined everything."
She staggered past my father. "We need to get an annulment before he gets a bead on you."
My father started to protest but she cut him off. "Think of your sons, Calvin. If I thought of my children first, I wouldn't be in this mess."
She breezed down the hall, announcing she was heading out for work and that was the end of it. I made my way to the pantry, keeping my eyes to the floor. While fetching some kind of pastry, I stole a glance. Dad stood there, miserable and confused…or maybe my own uneasiness made him appear that way. Without a word, I took my food and left him to get ready for school.
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By the end of the day, I was so tired my nerves throbbed. I did not sleep much and school wasn’t exactly friendly. I live in a small town where both my dad and my brother were athletic heroes. As the youngest, I was a prime target for hazing. Most of it I took in stride. With a long shower and a nice scrub, all the marker vanished. Sometimes though, I’d imagine the writing returning and bleeding out from under my skin. Lack of sleep did that.
I walked into the den to find my brother lounged over most of the couch. Taking a seat in the recliner, my brother looked over at me and spoke.
“Why don’t you join the football team?” Max asked.
“I’d rather not.” Grimacing, I picked bits of eggshell out of my hair. The upperclassmen decided they would just chuck eggs at some of the ‘new meat’. Besides, joining the team would mean more hazing and I did not want to deal with more harassment than I had to. “I’m not cut out for football.”
“If you’d bulk up a little, you would be.” Max crossed his arms and waited for a response but I didn’t say anything. The silent treatment annoyed him enough to leave me alone. I never understood why he was so insistent on doing the same stuff he did. I glanced down at my pathetic arms and realized I did need to get in shape.
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When I got up to my room, both girls were waiting for me.
“Oh, you’re home!” Lola expressed an uncomfortable amount of pleasure. “I was just telling Laila how I needed your help!”
“Help?” I quirked an eyebrow. “Weren’t you the one teaching the lessons?”
“I can’t teach it unless I show her.” Lola remained unfettered by my skepticism. “I need you to help me.”
With a sigh, I shut the door and headed over to my bed. I didn’t know what she was rambling on about but I just wished she’d get it over with. Laila remained near the door, sitting on her haunches.
“Lola, I changed my mind.” She blurted out. “Let’s not do this.”
“Too late.” Lola shook her head. “Either you listen to me or I’ll tell mom about our big brother forcing us into his room.”
The girl trapped us and it took us this long to realize it. Laila’s face remained absent of emotion but there was a pensive shimmer in her dark eyes. Lola at her sister and then at me while cracking a smile.
“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not the bad one.” She denied. “Remember.”
“I’m sick of your dramatics, Lola! Get this over with and teach me the lesson you’ve wanted me to learn so badly!” Laila ordered with an authoritative voice.
“Fine.” Lola whined, shrinking back like her sister’s words wounded her. She turned to me. “Take off your pants.”
“N-now?” I stammered.
“Now.”
As casually as I could manage, I asked. “Why do you want me to take off my pants?”
“Take off your pants or I’ll scream and everyone will be in here!” Lola snapped.
With trembling hands, I undid the buttons of my fly and removed my pants. Lola’s eyes flicked from my underwear to my face and with hesitance, I removed those too. Covering myself with my hand, I sat on the bed feeling small and inferior.
Laila narrowed her eyes at me and I turned away, ashamed. Lola pulled the straps of her dress loose and the garment fell off, crumpling at her feet. She wore nothing but pair of pink panties with lace trim. Though her breasts were small, they had a mature swell to them that hinted she would have nicer, decent sized ones when she got older. She pulled her panties down and stepped out of them.
"If you take off your clothes, then you won't mess them up." She explained to Laila with an instructive tone. "Skin is easier to clean."
Laila merely gave a slow nod but kept her fists clenched in her lap.
Lola knelt down between my legs and gently urged my hands apart. Taking my soft cock in her hands, she began moving it around in a gentle but clinical manner. My face flushed hot with embarrassment. A cold jolt ran through me when she traced the length with her fingertips and I started to stiffen.
While she wet her lips, I tried to ignore her obvious examination. She made a small noise I picked up as approval and a part of me felt better. That part increased when she took me in her mouth. In the first go, about half of me slid into her mouth. My hands flew up to her head and Lola looked up at me with her big eyes. With her lips wrapped around my cock, the whole image made me throb in her mouth. Closing her eyes, Lola continued and bobbed her head up and down with a steady pace. Tension started to build and the air buzzed. Without warning, she pulled her mouth away and a thin trail of saliva followed. Her hands rubbed my cock lightly while she turned slightly to face her sister.
“Are you paying attention, Laila?” She asked, amused. Laila winced at the sound of her own name but didn’t say anything. Lola frowned. “You’re the one who agreed to this. If you’re not gonna at least pay attention then what’s the point?”
Laila’s head bowed and she sat there with a frozen stillness. My mouth went dry. None of this seemed right but I feared what Lola would do if I tried to put a stop to this
“This is pointless.” A small shudder rippled through her body. “Why do you even want to do this? Haven’t you had enough?”
“I didn’t really mind it.” Lola gave a dismissive shrug. “Besides, I was doing this for you. You’re the one who said you wanted to make him happy, right?”
Laila nodded woodenly. The younger girl lowered her mouth until I could feel her breath on my cock.
“…and you’re happy, right?” Before I could answer, she dragged her tongue up the my shaft and pulled a small moan out of me. My reaction made her giggle. “I like you. Even if you don’t like me, you’re pretty soft.”
“Thanks, I guess.” She said it like a compliment but no one likes hearing they’re some kind of pushover.
“Let’s finish this lesson.” Lola hopped to her feet. “Since you’ve been so nice, you can put it in.”
I immediately knew what she meant and it showed on my face. Laila held the same realization.
“Lola, we’ve already done too much.” I said with a sigh. “You should put your clothes back on and-“
Her hand snapped out and grabbed my still-hard cock. Giving it a light squeeze, I froze. She said nothing but a smile played on her lips. A few seconds crept by and I made the unfortunate mistake of imagining everything Lola could do at once. However, all she did was stroke my cock a little more.
She climbed into my lap and I winced. I couldn’t see her face but I kept imagining her smile growing bigger and bigger with each passing moment. Rubbing her soft mound against me, wetness seeped out from her folds and I hardened in response.
Lola sank down on me, taking her time. Laila immediately turned away with a frown. My heart sank. Hurting Laila’s feelings was the last thing I wanted to do but that seemed certain at this point. I considered apologizing but I kept silent. I did not want to give Lola any more power than I already had. Then again, by this point, I was under her control.
She had taken the head inside and I gave a surprised hiss. Lola's body temperature was much higher on the inside—almost boiling. As pleasurable as this was, Laila’s sadness stifled my enjoyment. I turned away from her. I did not want to see her face. I knew I failed her.
"Ah..." Lola breathed slowly, concentrating on the task before her. Her body sucked me in and clung to me with unbearable tightness. Even with my emotional confusion, it felt nothing short of amazing. Inch by inch, she kept going until her thighs met mine. Keeping her legs spread wide, she would give anyone walking in the door an unobstructed view of my cock lodged in her pussy. However, the only person in front of the door was Laila who understandably was trying not to look.
Lola went further and reached down, spreading herself wide. “Look!”
Laila shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. Lola chuckled. I pressed against her womb now and she grinded her sharp hips in my lap. “You want to do this with him, don’t you? How will you do it right without being hurt by his thingie?”
“No!” Laila said. “I don’t wanna see something like this. Just finish and leave him alone!”
“But you’ve seen me do this before…” She said quietly. Her body rested lightly on me and I figured she was trying not to hurt herself since I was a lot bigger. “Why is it bothering you so much now?”
Heavy guilt landed in the pit of my stomach when Laila cringed at her sister’s words. Grudgingly, she raised her head and looked at us. The younger girl gave a pleased chuckle Lola reached up, putting her hand around the back of my neck. “You can go deeper now.
I raised my hips a little and she let out a satisfied groan. Her thighs pressed against mine and clung me so tight that I was sure I heard her pulse throbbing in my brain. Gripping her waist with growing strength, I tried to keep my composure. Lola ground her hips into me and I couldn’t suppress myself if I wanted to. I started moving against her, trying to gather more friction without being too obvious. My surroundings melted away until the only thing in the world was the hot channel wrapped around my cock.
Don’t think about anything else. My eyes squeezed shut. Don’t think about her.
Lola gave an annoyed growl and raised herself up before slamming herself down. She kept going like that in a raw act of procession. The ferocity of her rhythm was frightening but felt wonderful around my cock. My body grew tense. The end was coming.
“God…”I hissed through clenched teeth. “God…I’m sorry…I…”
Lola reached up and pulled me down. We leaned together and crushed our lips in a heated kiss which only sped things up. Swearing, I rammed into her one final time and flooded her insides with the first spurt. My cock kept throbbing and my mind melted into fluff. I was sure I swore or something. I felt so far away.
The sensation of my deflating cock sliding out of Lola brought me back. My seed still dripped out of her.
“You seemed backed up.” Lola purred. She bent over a little and spread herself open. The act made her leak more. I could hear the grin in her voice. “You should clean up.”
My thoughts immediately went to Laila. I looked up and saw the space she occupied was empty but the door was closed. My mind reeled with confusion. I didn’t even remember when she left. She didn’t say anything.
“It was too much for her.” Lola said while wiping herself clean with some Kleenex. “She left a while ago.”
“Did we…”I swallowed. “Were we together for a while?”
Lola rolled her eyes up in childish thought. “I dunno. It felt like a while.”
She stepped into her dress and adjusted herself in the mirror, trying to hide any fatigue. She spun around and ran over, wrapping her arms around my neck. I just sat there, motionless.
“I had fun. It was a nice lesson.”
“Lesson?” I frowned.
“Laila had to learn…” She leaned her head against my chest. “She had to learn that all men were the same.”
My heart sank. Lola kissed my cheek. “Thanks.”
She walked out of the room, shutting the door behind her. I shuddered at the sound.
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I came down at dinnertime. Once again, it was takeout because none of the adults in this house cooked. I considered learning how but I didn’t want to give my dad and brother something else to make fun of me about. I took my seat to find my plate already fixed and loaded with food. I glanced around and saw Laila was nowhere in sight. Lola sat at the table like nothing had happened. I immediately looked away from her, fearing I’d give myself away.
“Where’s Laila?” I asked.
“Outside somewhere.” Iris took a sip of her wine. “She said she wasn’t hungry so I told her not to waste space at the dinner table. She agreed.”
I stared down at my food. It couldn’t look less appetizing. I forced myself to take a bite and only tasted cardboard. Chewing slow, it took me forever to swallow. I raised my gaze and saw Iris was staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“Just wondering if you’re wasting space too.” She explained. “At least you’re trying to eat.”
“Why are you being weird?” Lola asked. “You should eat like a normal person!”
The girl’s voice took on a dark, flat tone. “You are a normal person, aren’t you Kyle?”
For some reason, my stomach turned and I doubled over. I tumbled out of my chair and ran towards the bathroom.
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Fortunately, nothing came up so I found myself just staring into the toilet. I was a normal person, right? Just a normal person who had sex with a little girl. Bile rose and I blacked out briefly. I was a pathetic mess right now. Shouldn’t I be unrepentant? Why did she target me?
Looking over my shoulder, I saw Laila sitting in the corner. My eyes widened. I didn’t even hear her come in. She hugged her knees up to her chest and watched me intensely. She didn’t say a word, just watched.
“I…” I searched for words. “I’m sorry about earlier…I…”
“I like you.” She said in a small, frightened voice. “I don’t even like me and I like you. So why…”
Her words hung in the air. My grip tightened on either side of the toilet. An ugly lump formed in my throat. I had no explanation for her. No excuse.
“It’s okay.” She had an odd calmness about her. “I can fix you. We can be together if I fix you.”
“Fix me?”
A strange set of clicks answered me and like a fool, I turned around. Laila crawled towards me with the X-acto knife, holding it close to my face. Her mouth twisted into a painful, forced smile.
“If you don’t have it, you won’t want to hurt her anymore! No one will hurt her and I’ll make it up to her!”
“It?” I squeaked.
She reached down and caressed my junk. She looked up at me, teary eyes full of despair and confusion. “After today, it's the least you could do…”
I froze and she took my lack of response as consent. She brought the blade down, tears rolling down her face.
“Don’t worry about the bleeding.” She explained. “I can fix it with my kit…”
Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod. My thoughts degenerated into a warped mantra. Cold metal touched my flesh and a loud, painful scream tore out me. Water washed over me and I sat up on the bathroom floor. I stared down at my wet clothes.
“You were just laying there.” Laila said with concern, a dripping cup in her hand. She reached out to wipe some wet licks of hair from my face. “Hey, Kyle? Kyle?”
Laila grabbed my shoulders and remembering the dream, I shoved her away. She fell to the ground with a small squeak, her glasses falling off. Snapping out of it, I stared at the girl in horror.
“Laila, I’m sorry!” I crawled over to her and she shrank away. Scooping up her glasses, she scrambled to her feet and ran out.

Why am I enjoying this so much? Fuck.

It's SO GOOD.

Can you guys tell me what you want more or less of in this story so far? More sex? Less? More angst (as if that were possible, lol)? I've got quite a bit planned but it's all rather flexible atm.

More sex, of course..

wait, did she just cut off his cock or did i read that wrong?

>>13552

More angst; it's really, really interesting.

BUMPITY BUMP BUMP. Unacceptable. Back to page 0. Angst it up. Just hurry or I'll explode.
-A.

>>14416
Oh wow, I actually couldn't find this story so I thought it vanished. Also my computer died a horrible death but since there's some interest, I can finish this. Here's a small flashback scene I wrote though. Since the story isn't from Laila's perspective, I didn't think it would fit into normal chapters.


Guilt + Love
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Tags(for now): Violence, Child Abuse
Notes: These mini-chapters reveal instances of the abuse Laila and Lola suffered at the hands of Sal, their stepfather.
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Chapter 4.5
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A loud crash woke Laila with a start. The girl sat up in her bed and blinked into the darkness, dazed and bewildered. More crashes and thuds cleared the sleepy haze in her head and replaced it with pure fear. The noise grew closer and she flopped down on the bed and squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep.

The door burst open and light poured in.

“Open your eyes, you little shit!”

Laila ignored the order and kept with her futile attempt at faking sleep. The covers were ripped off her and she flinched. Then she was promptly pulled off the bed by the same rough hands. Pain shot up her arms and she winced.

“Look at me.” His voice was calm but cold. Laila obeyed.

Her stepfather, a pale, tall man, loomed over her. The girl remained still in his grip while they stared at each other. With all his strength, he flung her to the ground while swearing. Laila curled up into a protective ball, anticpating the worst. The kick to her middle didn't hurt as much when she braced herself for it. The man paced around her.

“You've got no right to look at me with those eyes, you little bitch.” He spat. “All I want from you is a little respect. Can you do that for me? Can you?”

He knelt down and brushed his lips against her ear. She shuddered, fearful of another attack.

“Of course you can't.” He whispered. “You're just like your daddy. He never respected me.”

A hard painful lump formed in the girl's throat but she remained quiet. The man curled up beside her on the floor, pulling her into him. He stroked her frizzy hair and rocked with her a little.

“Everyone admired him. Even I admired him but he always looked at me with those same eyes. I guess it didn't matter. I'm the one in his house. I'm the one married to his wife...” His hand went up to her throat and he applied enough pressure to make her uncomfortable but not enough to choke her. Laila let out a sharp sob and began weeping. His grip tightented while he continued. “I'm the one raising his kids, even they're ungrateful...”

Laila grabbed at his wrist but couldn't even make him budge.

“Thank me.” He growled. “Thank me for taking care of you!”

“Th...a.....” Her voice came out as a sad croak. The light faded into a heavy darkness...

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A/N: Sorry for the slowness. I had to deal with getting hospitalized, family members getting pregnant, another getting divorced, another getting engaged, and sudden random allergies to everything. I plan to finish this but still, sorry for being so slow. Thanks for sticking with me, guys.

Tags(for now): f/M, rough sex, aaaaangst~
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Chapter 5
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My eyes snapped open. Sitting up from the cold tile, I gritted my teeth while a spike of raw pain threatened to split my brain in half. My damp shirt made me snap back to my senses and I immediately reached down. With nervous anticipation, I groped myself. One. Two. Okay, I was all there. A shadow darkened the doorway and I looked up to see Iris. I withered under her dark eyes and her lips twisted up into a disgusted sneer.
"I understand you're a teenager but if you're going to do that, close the damn door." She tore away, slamming the door behind her. Her footstep faded and I heard her scream. "Your perverted son is fine, Calvin!"
Heat crawled up my face. Just now, Iris looked at me with the same regard as an ant or...my thoughts drifted back to Laila and I swore. I wanted to help her and now I was only making her relive her days with that man.
Getting up, I lurched over the sink. I was scum. No matter what my intentions were, I'd end up hurting her. My knees buckled and I gripped the edges. Once my legs grew solid again, I decided now would be a good time to stop for the day. Silent, I walked back to my room. I glanced back towards the kitchen. The light was on and I heard soft voices. It was best I didn't make a bigger fool of myself. I headed to bed and the mattress never felt better.
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For the first time in years, I dreamed of Mom. It was a harmless dream. We were just sitting on the porch. Neither of us said a word. Relaxing into the pillow, I gave a relieved sigh and stared up at the ceiling. Last night became an unpleasant blur that only worsened when I saw Mom. My mouth went dry. Moisture slid down my cheek and I wiped my tears. I never understood why good memories become so painful. Maybe it was because it reminded me of what things could be, how they used to be. Rolling over, I looked at the clock. Still morning. I glanced over at the edge of the bed. Empty. I'd grown used to someone being there. I thought back to the incident in the bathroom. Of course, there’s no way she’d be here. I turned to face the empty spot, putting my hands on the sheets. I thought of ways to apologize but nothing felt good enough. I'd never dealt with something like this before. I didn't know what to do. With an exasperated groan, I rubbed my hand over my face.

"I'm sorry." I muttered, burying my face in the sheets. "I'm sorry I did this to you."
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Slipping on some sweatpants and a t-shirt, I walked downstairs. Lola was on the couch watching cartoons with my brother. Immediately, I veered off towards the kitchen but stopped before I got to the entrance. I could see her but I didn’t think she saw me. Laila sat at the table alone. There was nothing in front of her. The girl just stared at the glossy wood surface with a distant look in her eyes. She reached up and her fingers brushed the hollow of her own slender throat.

“What are you doing?” Iris snapped. Laila looked up at her mother but remained silent. “Don’t you have something better to do than occupy space? I didn’t raise you to drift about like a moron.”

“I’m worried.” Laila said, seemingly unfazed by her mother’s insults. “You said he tried to contact you. He knows where you are—where we are. What are we going to do?”

“Don’t say ‘we’ like you’re my mother. Don’t forget that you’re the child.” The girl remained stoic. Iris sucked in an annoyed click of air. The woman pulled up a chair and flopped down into it with a sigh. “…and I don’t know what to do…but I’m figuring it out.”

“You don’t have to do this alone.” Laila said. “We’re not alone now.”

“Trust me when I say you don’t want their help. Relying on others is a mistake.” Iris stated. “You’re too young to know that—“

“But I do know that.” Laila added with a grim tone.

“Yes.” Iris agreed with a small, bitter smile. “Yes you do.”

“You can come in now!” She barked in my direction. Embarrassed, I walked in like a guilty child and headed straight for the pantry. I could feel Iris’ eyes slicing through me and picking me apart without a single word.

“You’re pretty sneaky.” Iris said with bemusement. “You act like your mother.”

Taking the bait, I turned and looked at her. “You knew my mother.”

“So what if I did.” Iris shrugged. “Doesn’t matter now. She’s dead.”

I’d never wanted to slap a grown woman so badly. Here she was rubbing my mother’s death in my face. Iris smirked.

“Don’t be angry. I’m your stepmother after all.” She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got to go supervise an audit. Calvin should be home before I return. On standing, she looked down at her daughter and then back at me. “Next time, just walk into the damn room like a normal person.”

She stormed down the hall, rambling off something about kids today. Her voice grew more distant until the door slammed and gave me nothing but silence. I leaned against the counter, watching the girl at the table. Laila didn’t move. If I wanted to apologize, now would be the time.

“Laila, I—“ The girl got out of her chair and hurried out of the room. My words promptly died in my throat along with my appetite. Spending the day in my room looked like a good idea.
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I stared at the screen but didn't pay attention. I'd restarted this movie three times and I just couldn't seem to focus. At this point, I gave up and just accepted it as some interesting background noise. I leaned back in my computer chair with my arms crossed. I couldn't imagine a person like Iris associating with my mother or anyone for that matter. My new step-mother had the personality of jagged ice. Still, for some reason I found her contempt more enjoyable than the artificial kindness from my dad's ex-wives. I knew they all hated me but it didn't hurt as much when it was out in the open like this.

"Kyle~" Lola's sweet voice cooed in a singsong tone. "Open the door~"

Wincing, I turned up the volume as loud as I could.

"Open the door~" Lola's tone grew louder and harsher. "Open the door or I'll cry!"

Clenching my jaw, I convinced myself this was the most interesting movie I'd ever seen. After fifteen minutes, I heard nothing from the other side of my door. I turned the volume down. Soft sobs barely floated above the sound effects. It would've been better if she had a tantrum. At least I wouldn't feel like a jerk. A few more minutes and I couldn't take it. I walked up and flung open the door. Lola sat at my feet with her face in her hands. Her lacy, pink nightgown crumbled around her while her shoulders trembled. A knot formed in my throat. I didn't think I could hurt her feelings. Hell, I almost didn't think she had feelings. She looked up at me, fresh tears forming in her big eyes.
"I'm sorry I made you sick." She said. I wasn't sure if she meant the nausea or the events of yesterday. I was pretty sure Iris said something about the compromising position she saw me in when she returned to the table. I knelt down and rubbed her arm.
"It's okay. I've had this problem for a while." I assured her. "I don't handle stress very well."
"Stress?" She said with confusion. "Is that still me?"
I had to catch myself before I said yes but she still saw it in my face. she lowered her head and stared into her lap. My legs were growing sore from kneeling so I got up, pulling her with me.
"C'mon, Lola." I helped the girl to her feet. She still didn't look at me. We stood in the hallway and I glanced down it.
"Where's your sister?" I asked.
"She went to bed." Lola muttered. "Why?"
"She's mad at me." I said with a small smile. "I hurt her by accident."
"Laila is mad at everyone. She's always mad." Lola rocked on her heels. "I though I saw her smile once but she threw up right afterwards."
She peeked in my room at the screen. "Wha'cha watchin'?"
"I was trying to watch the Phantom Menace." I muttered. The girl didn't recognize the name. "Er, Star Wars."
"What that?"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Am I s'posed to know what that is?"
For some reason, I wouldn't be surprised if Iris didn't let them get exposed to too much pop culture but I figured she'd know of the franchise with cartoons and all.
"Do you wanna watch it with me?" I asked. I knew it was a bad idea but I just didn't feel up to turning her away.
"Really?" Lola's face lit up. "You really mean it?"
"Of course, but when it's done, you've gotta go to bed okay?"
"Okay!" She gave a rushed nod, making her curls bob. She ran into the room and hopped on my bed. Shutting the door behind me, I shifted the monitor and restarted the movie again. I got on the bed and Lola promptly took a seat in my lap. I could feel her warmth through the thin fabric and a pleasant tingle spawned in my gut. However, Jar Jar Binks was more than enough deterrent. Lola leaned against me and on instinct, I wrapped my arms around her. She made a small, pleased noise and squirmed in my lap. It didn't take long before I stopped paying attention to the movie. I didn't move. I feared I'd do something regrettable.
Lola turned her head, getting as close as she could and kissed the corner of my mouth. I pursed my lips shut and made my self appear as disapproving as possible.
"Is this something you did with Sal?" I asked.
Lola moved around so she was still in my lap but now she faced me. She shook her head.
"Sal never watched movies with me." She rested her hands on my chest. "He just bought me dresses and stuff. Sometimes, he'd do my hair. Mama liked it so I couldn't really say anything."
She tugged on one of her curls. "I hate my hair. I wish I could cut it al off. I don't like it like this...but I'm pretty and people like me when I'm pretty."
I put a hand on her cheek. "You're fine. Even if you change your hair, I'm sure people will still like you."
"If I cut my hair off, you'd think I was cute?" She asked."
I paused. "Yeah, I think so. You'd look more like Laila though and I'm not sure you want that."

Grabbing my shirt, she pulled me in and crushed her lips against mine. I made a surprised noise. Lola ran her small tongue against the inside of my lips, coaxing a response out of me. I gently took her face in my hands and sipped my own tongue in her mouth. Relaxing, she tried mimicking the motions I made. Each flick of her tongue sent a wonderful jolt down my spine that settled in my groin. She moved against me a little and my hands drifted down to caress her developing breasts through her gown.

We shifted until I was on top. Lola kept her legs wrapped around me. I reached in, freed myself from the slit in my boxers, and lowered my hips. I didn’t think I’d do this again but as soon and I got the chance I didn’t even pause. Then again, Lola was the one who started this. She was the one who came into my room. Surely, she wanted to do this.

I paused long enough to pull her panties off. My cock rubbed against her smooth outer lips and grew slicker each time. Raising her hips, Lola made small movements to add to the friction. My mind drifted back to the first time we did this and the memory made me fully hard. Reaching down, I started going into her pussy. I thought about asking but considering how wet she was, I figured it was fine. Why else would she let me do this? I froze, with my tip lodged inside her.

Lola noticed my hesitance. “What's wrong? Why'd you stop?”

“Lola, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Of course.” Lola said sweetly. She reached up and stroked my cheek. The tender act sent pleasant warmth through my body and made my cock pulse. It was a lie. It had to be. There was no way she could understand her actions and feelings. I stared down at Lola who smiled at me.

“Aren’t you fine with this? With me?” She asked. Ashamed, a blush crawled over my cheeks. She reached up and hugged me as best as she could. This girl was struggling to understand why such things happened to her. It was a difficult thing to wrap your head around at any age. It wasn’t fair if I kept doing this. I had to break this cycle and show her she didn’t have to do this for me—or for anyone. I started pulling out but Lola's hands stopped me.

“Please.” She begged. “I'll do anything...don’t make me go away.”

I was both excited and aggravated. Lola remained defiant. Frustrated, I gave up and decided if she wanted this, I’d give it to her. An inexplicable urge came over me and I slammed my entire length into her with one rough motion. The girl gave a surprised squeak, her body clenching around me. Compared to her dainty stature, I was huge. It didn't seem like I hurt her as much as I potentially could. I pulled out and did it again, repeating my actions with the same amount of force. Lola cried out each time I entered her and I put my hand over her mouth to muffle some of the noise. I wanted to be gentle but thanks to the guilt, I was just desperate to fuck. The mattress squeaked in time with my thrusts and an urgent tension ran through my body.

Lola arched her back and shuddered, her legs tightening around me. A pleasant tingling ran up my spine. Lola held me so tight, inside and out. It was different from the first time. The malevolence was all but gone. Her soft folds leaked even more around my cock and made it easier to slide in and out of her. My pace sped up. I wanted to finish this. End it all and make her leave before my self-disgust became too obvious. Lola thrashed and moaned underneath me. I buried myself inside of her one last time and hit resistance. The added sensation immediately caused something pure and explosive to shudder through me. I flopped down on top of her, panting. Saying inside, I didn't pull out until I grew soft. A wet sound came to my ears when I did. Coming to my senses, I realized I still had my hand on Lola's mouth.

“S-sorry.” I said, taking my hand off. I wasn’t sure but I think she stopped making any noise after the first few thrusts.

“It's fine.” Lola said in that kind, reassuring tone. She hugged me again. “Can I stay in here with you?”

At this point, I lost the capacity to think and I was too tired to say no. I think I felt her smile.

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I didn't wake up until someone ripped the covers off me. Lola twitched in my arms, making a displeased whine. I opened my eyes to see Laila at the foot of the bed with my sheets in her arms. Her dark eyes burned with anger and I blinked, confused. Then I looked down at the girl in my arms and it clicked. Oh shit.

She threw the blankets to the floor. “I guess Lola’s lesson didn’t bother you at all.”

“I...”I had no words defend myself.

“I should have known this was how things would end up. I shouldn't have ever believed in you! I thought I could—“ She choked on a sob, tilting her head up to steady herself. Her mouth spread into a thin-lipped smile. The nasty expression seemed to darken the room. “I see. I thought Lola made you do those things but you wanted to do them the whole time, didn't you?”

“It's not like that!” I tried to push Lola away but the younger girl just held on to me tighter. I remembered the incident in the bathroom and blurted out the first thing that came to mind “Last night was an accident!”

“An accident?” Laila scoffed. “Don't make me laugh. These things are never accidents!”

Laila's eyes lit up and she started laughing, tears running down her face. “He's gone but this still happens. This is proof that it's me...it's always been me...”

“Laila…” Her sister cut me off.

“Laila, I did this for you.” Lola pulled away from me and got up. “As long as I keep him happy, he can’t hurt you anymore—like he did last night.”

She put her hands on her sister’s’ shoulders. “He didn’t even say he was sorry. Even when he told me he hurt you.”
The older girl seemed to flinch. I tried to protest but the words died in my mouth. Lola tried to pull Laila in a hug but Laila kept forcing her away until she shoved the smaller girl to the floor. Lola gave a yelp of pain. She remained on the floor for a bit before she started laughing.
“I’m doing this for you and you’re not even happy! Mama didn’t even try to protect you! I did!” She grinned at her sister. “You’re stupid! Really, really stupid!”
“Shut up!” I screamed, I jumped up from the bed. Laila stared up at me with wide, fearful eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that!” I snapped. I forced myself to take on a calmer tone. “Laila don’t look at me like that. Please hear me out.”
The girl backed away from me, shaking her head. I grabbed her arm and she wrenched it away. She flew out of the room and I started after her but Lola wrapped her arms around my leg.
“You don’t need her anymore.” She whispered, rubbing her cheek against my leg. I can give you all you need. I’m yours to play with.”
Suddenly, her nails bit into my skin and my knees buckled. “Just like how Laila is mine. She’s my sister. You can’t have her. No one can.”
Releasing me, I fled to the other side of the room, away from the girl. I’ve been such a fool. The rich, metallic scent reached my nose and I gagged. Putting a hand over my nose and mouth, I slid down the wall. Lola broke the skin. Struggling to breath, I could see the girl walking towards me. She looked down at me with an amorous, joyful face.
“You don’t like blood, do you?” She asked. I glared at her. She got down on her knees and lay down on my lap. “Well you won’t have to worry about that with me. I’ll make sure you won’t have to worry about anything…”
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Lola and I stayed like that for the longest five minutes of my life. Right after she left, I practically ran to the shower and scrubbed skin until I turned red. The scratches Lola gave me weren't deep and only looked raw when I finished. I avoided looking in the mirror. I didn't want to see myself. I didn't know what to think. A little girl trapped me to protect her sister. She was right but it felt so wrong. I didn't like being a plaything. I had to try to save myself. Once I got dressed, I sought Lola out. I'd confront her about this for the last time.
I found her in the living room wearing a white blouse, a black skirt and white tights. She was perched on the couch, giggling at cartoons.
"I'm not your toy!" I snapped. "You hear me, Lola!"
The girl didn't even look at me. She just turned up the volume.
"Lola!" I barked. "I'm not--I'm not that man! I'm not Sal, you hear me!"
She turned the TV off and the silence startled me but I continued.
"I'm not some unhappy man who had to hurt people in order to feel better about himself. I'm your brother...let me be that much to you!"
“Stupid. Sal was happy. He had me. He had Mama's money. His only problem was Laila and I helped him deal with it.” She stared sadly at the remote. “Even if he didn't love me he needed me. I gave him what he needed. Just like how I’ll give you what you need from now on.”
Her casual tone made the words sting. I frowned.
“You think I’m just going to accept that?”
“Would you accept if I told everybody about what we did during the movie last night?”
I clenched my fists. Even if there wasn’t proof, it was the truth and decent people would take Lola’s side. At this point, I would too. I was the only one to blame for this. With that, the girl turned on the TV and left the volume at full blast. My eyes grew hot. I stared at the screen but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Laila walked into the living room and looked at the TV.
"What are you watching?" She screamed. Lola didn't understand her so she turned the volume down. Her sister repeated the question.
"Spongbob." Lola said with a hint of superiority.
"Mom's gonna beat your ass if she catches you watching that."
"Mom doesn't hit me." said Lola. "She hits you for me."
Laila reflected on that briefly. Slipping a hand in her sweatshirt, she pulled out her pocket watch, opened it, and after a quick glace, she put it back in her pocket.
"Watch TV with me, Laila." Lola offered. The older girl looked over at me with concern. "Oh, he won't be a problem, right?"
She looked over at me with an expectant face. Anger flared up and I swore before storming out of the room. Lola's sweet voice called after me.
"I told you so~"
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Love it, so much angst, feels real. I keep wanting to kill the mother though, perhaps some more explaination of her character?

Love it, so much angst, feels real. I keep wanting to kill the mother though, perhaps some more explaination of her character?

>>14689
Her explanation is coming. Won't completely absolve her but she has her reason for being such a bitch.

Bumpin again. Take your time, seems like a lot is going on in your life, but please don't drop this. Too good.

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Lola lay on the bed naked and covered in sweat. Sal was more vicious than usual tonight. He had a bad day at work and needed her help him feel better. She smiled to herself. The girl learned what her step-father liked during times like this. A sharp sting came up from between her legs. Now, if only it didn't hurt so much. She remembered the first time, how she cried but it was her fault. He whispered how she was such a bad girl for turning him on and she didn't want to be bad. He was her new dad now and with his help, she could forget about losing her first dad.

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"You little bitch!" Glasses broke and she heard several loud thumps. Lola put on her nightgown and hurried out. Sal stood in the living room surrounded with broken glass. Laila sat at his feet, holding the side of her head. Thin lines of blood seeped from between her fingers.

"You can't even work a microwave!" The man was so furious spittle flew from his mouth. "Why are you even alive, huh?"

"I'm sorry." Laila shrank away but she couldn’t move far because of all of the broken shards around her.

"No you're not! People like you are never sorry!" He kicked her and she fell to the floor with a pained squeak. "I'll teach you how to be sorry!"

"Stop! Papa, don't hurt her!" Lola fled to Laila's side. Her older sister hunched over, coughing. Lola hugged her.

"Lola, please go back to bed." Laila forced herself to smile but tear slid down her cheek. "I messed up, that's all so--"

"You said you wouldn't hurt her!" Lola turned to Sal. The man raised his hands in mock defeat.

"Oh Lola, sweetie." He cooed. "I'm so sorry. She just made me feel so bad. I'm trying hard to be a good father but she just won't be nice to me."

He grinned and extended his hand out to the girl. "Since she won’t do it, I'll need you to be much nicer to me."

"Lola?" Laila grew concerned.

"It's fine." Lola smiled and gave her sister a reassuring hug. "I'm going to protect you now."

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He stripped her in an instant. He couldn't even wait to get it inside her. Lola squeezed her eyes shut and endured his attention. The firm flesh slid in and out of her while his hot breath crawled over her skin.

"I'll protect you." Lola clenched her jaw and fought off the tears. She reminded herself why she was letting him do this. "I'll do everything I can to protect you!"

Sal slowed down with a chuckle. Lola opened her eyes. He looked over at the door. Lola frowned, confused. She looked over and a mortified chill ran up her spine. The door didn’t close all the way. Through the gap, her sister stood there with shocked, wide eyes.

"No..." Lola started struggling but Sal held her down. "Stop! I don't want her to see me like this!"

"What makes you think she hasn't seen it already?" Sal pumped into her harder. "She could've told your mother but she didn't! She's probably known the whole time!"

"That's not true!" Lola cried. "It can't..."

"Promise me you'll love me and I'll stop hitting her." Sal pressed her into the bed. "Promise!"

"I-I love you." Defeated, Lola broke down into a sobbing mess.

"Good girl!" Sal thrust into her violently. "That’s my good little girl!"

He finished and zipped up his pants. Walking out, he looked down at Laila with a cruel smirk. He patted the shocked girl on the head and left her there. The older girl dropped to her knees. Lola frowned and rolled over.

"It was good you saw!" She forced the words out even though they hurt. "Now you know what I have to do to protect you!”

Laila said quietly. "I didn't want to—"

The older girl choked on a sad hiccup and struggled to speak. She hugged herself and rocked a bit. Lola considered saying something but she wanted to look strong. If she looked strong then Laila wouldn’t be sad.

“God…” She started sobbing. “I’d rather die than let him do this to you!”

"Laila, I don't mind." Her sister’s reaction made a hollow sensation rise in the pit of Lola’s stomach. "I—I don't mind protecting you."

"You stupid girl!" Laila stood up. "I'll stop this, Lola."

"Laila, don’t worry. I said I'd protect you!" She didn't get an answer. She rolled over and her sister was gone. Worried, Lola sat up. "Laila?

I'm considering going through and editing this but frankly, I'd probably never get done. Guess I should just plug along. New chapter in a few days...

>>14910
Thanks very much. Anybody else in this thread?

Fucking moar please!!! I'm really hooked to this story, so if you stop writing this i'll rip your lungs and use them to smoke your ashes. Just kidding, but please, keep writing this.

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For the next few days, Laila avoided me and I avoided Lola. I buried myself in schoolwork until could no longer distract me. Desperate, I did the unthinkable:

I joined the football team.

Usually, they wouldn’t let someone join so late but the staff made an exception for me. I didn’t become too much of an inconvenience because I asked so soon after the cutoff. My dad’s football legacy-with the slight hope I’d succeed him-got me on the team. A win-win for everyone-except me. I wasn’t hazed much, a few team members jumped me a couple of times. I took the attacks without protest. My lack of response caused the upperclassmen to lose interest fast.

Dad and Max were pleased with themselves. I guess they thought they persuaded me to join. It was better than the truth. The first practice dragged me through. The second practice hauled me through lesser hell. I took advantage of the home gym and after a month, practice wasn’t so bad. A whole month passed since the last time I touched Lola. The scratches on my leg disappeared and I forgot all about that horrible weekend. I got used to sleeping alone. Laila and Lola fought sometimes like normal sisters. Things seemed to be normal but for some reason, I felt so damn empty.

I came home to an emptier house today. Iris informed me Laila was here on her way out. The teachers kept Lola after school for ‘abnormal behavior’ and wanted to talk to the woman about her daughter.

“Make sure she doesn’t ruin anything.” Iris rummaged through the purse for her keys. She looked me over with growing disapproval. “Or try to.”

I sighed. “Can you at least pretend to have some faith in me?”

“I’m a bad liar.” With her keys secured in her grip, she left without saying good-bye and left me alone.

Twenty minutes of silence passed. I heard some footsteps grow closer. They stopped and then rushed away, followed by a door closing. I frowned. It didn’t seem like the front or back door. I got up to investigate. Most of the doors were open. I checked in both girl’s bedrooms and my own. Nothing. I checked in Max’s constantly filthy room but it only held trash. No one in Dad’s room either. I headed towards the living room. When I passed the closet downstairs, something shifted. I stepped back and saw a coat caught in the door. With a frown, I pulled it open.


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"NO!"

Startled by the girl's scream, I apologized and slammed the door closed. Confused, I asked the girl why she was in the closet.

"Leave me alone!" Laila's muffled reply dripped with viciousness. Since she wouldn’t talk to me I’d make myself unavoidable. I opened the door and she shrank back into the corner.

"NO! You're not supposed to be here!" She curled herself up and pressed against the wall. "This is my safe place!"

I froze. "Safe place?"

"I was safe here. Sal couldn't find me when I hid in the closet."

"I see. So--" Before I said anything, Laila turned away from me. I shut the door but remained inside.

"Go away." Her voice trembled. I knelt down to meet her level. "I said go away!"

“We’re in your safe place, right?” I kept myself calm. Getting upset would dig a deeper hole. “Even Sal couldn’t hurt you in your safe place and I certainly won’t hurt you so please, please let me talk to you.”

“Fine.”

I took a dry swallow of air and spoke.

“I’m sorry about what happened in the bathroom.”

“You didn’t mean it. You’d never hurt me-on purpose.” She’d snapped back any relief I had with those two last words. I sighed.

“I have to do what Lola says now. If not I’ll be in trouble. I’m sorry.”

The girl sucked in an annoyed click of air. A habit she probably picked up from her mother. “Why do my feelings even matter to you? They don’t matter to anyone else.”

“They matter to me.” I said hopefully. “I’d like it if you were happy. Everyone deserves to be happy.”

“Then why are you so miserable?” I chuckled at the surprising depth of her simple question.

I shrugged. Couldn’t answer it if I tried.

“I’ve been miserable for a long time, Laila. I think, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I were happy.” I leaned my head against the wall and turned to her with a grin. “I’d like to find out though.”

Laila hid her face from me now. She gave a long, dramatic sigh while her shoulders rose and fell. She took in ragged gulps of air and in an instant; my mind processed what was happening. I reached down and pulled all of her into me. She kept her knees to her chest and refused to move. Thanks to her stubbornness, we ended up in an incredibly awkward hug-but one she needed. Her breathing returned to normal. Little by little, she unraveled in my arms. Relaxed, she responded with a feeble hug in return.

"I don't deserve this." Her voice cracked and made me squeeze her a little tighter. "Why are you doing this to me?"

My eyes snapped open. Why indeed. I didn't understand myself. My grip slackened but I didn't let her go.

"My mom tried to spend time with me before she died." I explained. "I didn't understand her behavior. She'd...she did something to me I can barely recall and I was scared of her. She reached out to me and I pushed her away. I don't want to do that to someone else-"

"What make you think I was reaching out to you?" Laila shoved me and I backed away instinctively. "I'm not some project! I don't need your stupid pity!"

A flash of anger rose in me. "Well, what the hell do you need?"

"Nothing you can give me!" She snapped back.

She shook her head, tears sliding down her cheeks. Without a word, she shrank away into the coats. I crawled to her. I could give her something. I cupped her small face in my hands and she looked up at me with unfocused eyes. I pressed my lips against hers. Even this wasn’t right, I didn’t want to see her so miserable. She loosened up and kissed back, wrapping her arms around me until her hands remained at my sides.

I slipped my tongue past her parted lips and probed her mouth. She made a startled noise, gripping the fabric of my shirt between her small fists. Unable to keep up, she resigned herself to suckling me gently. I broke the kiss and rested my lips against her forehead.

"I can give you that." I whispered. "If you want it."

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The girl moved back and made space between us. She raised her head and closed her eyes, offering her lips up to me. I accepted and kissed her again. This time, I slipped my hands up her shirt. The fabric bunched up under my wrists and left her midsection exposed. Her smooth skin was wonderful and warm in my hands. I moved them up and rested them just under her breasts. Briefly, I wondered if she'd develop as much as Lola had. Thoughts of the younger girl made me cringe. It would be in my best interest to forget all about her right now.

Feeling confident, I moved my hands upwards and let my thumbs brush over her nipples. Laila jumped and made a small noise into my mouth. I continued playing the stiffening flesh, teasing and flicking them until they became hard under my touch. Our mouths separated and she gave a small little moan. I barely read her flushed features in the dim light. Panting, she watched my hands while I played with her a little more.

I guided her down to the floor until she lie on her back and kissed her again. I made my way down to her neck and paused to look up at her.

"Is this okay?"

She gave a small nod. "It's fine."

With her consent, I slid my lips down to her chest and took a nipple into my mouth. She arched her back towards me with a start. I didn’t expect her to be so responsive. Then again, I didn’t expect her to forgive me. Right now, I couldn’t be happier in this cramped closet.

I took her other nipple between my fingers and gave a sharp tug. Laila released a small whine and muffled it by putting her hands over her mouth. She didn’t protest, so I thought getting a little rougher with her would be a good idea. I grinned against her and my hardening cock twitched at the thought. I slid my mouth over her other nipple and my hand moved down to her crotch. Her thighs flexed and threatened to clamp down but she stopped herself. I found the fabric between her legs pleasantly damp.

I pressed into her with short, slow strokes and the fabric dampened under the pressure. Heated, little moans reached my ears. I thought to silence her but a part of me wanted to draw more cute noises out of her. I wondered how wet she was now.

I reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Laila raised her body enough to make it easier for me to strip them off her. I pushed her legs wide open and got an unobstructed view. Her lips glistened with need and flexed under my watch. Laila's breathing grew heavy and she turned away from me with her hands resting on her chest. She seemed more turned on than before.

My fingers brushed over her mound and she throbbed under my touch. I wished I had more light. I could only imagine how her little pussy looked now. I slid my fingers down into her small slit.

"Ah!" Laila's legs slammed shut around my hand with all her strength. Her thighs bounced back when they met resistance. I winced. Embarrassed, she apologized. “You surprised me."

"It's okay." I chuckled. "You didn't hurt me. I'm gonna keep going though, okay?"
She opened back up. I took a moment to consider how far I'd take this. With a single digit, I stroked her slick folds. Soon, each movement made a soft, wet noise. I pressed into her opening with the lightest pressure only to find resistance. This shouldn’t have surprised me but I after dealing with Lola, I couldn't help it. I moved away and focused on the hot bud of flesh above it. She writhed on the floor, her body convulsing. Though she struggled, she did her best to keep quiet. Finally, she arched her back up and a jet of slick moisture shot out from her between her legs. She flopped back down on the floor, twitching while her chest rose and fell.

After seeing something like that, I grew rock hard. My cock strained against the constraints of my fabric. I freed myself and moved until I lay right over her mound. I closed her legs and moved my cock between her smooth thighs. Her own juices provided ample lubrication and precum dribbled from the tip onto the flat plane of her stomach.

She tensed up again and the action made a pleasant tension coil in my lower body. A sudden splash of heat hit my shaft and I moved faster. I drew closer and I wanted the extra friction. My jaw clenched and a sharp spark ran up my spine. I growled and thick ropes of sticky release erupted from me with each pulse. Light-headed, I grinned stupidly at nothing.

"Ah, you got it on my glasses again." Laila grumbled. "I should stop wearing them around you.”

I snapped out of my euphoric haze and looked down. I mostly shot on her stomach but I got her in the face once. We pulled away and she took of her glasses. With her discarded sweatshirt, she wiped off all my cum while I zipped up my pants. She moved over and sat next to me with her head against my arm.

"I thought you'd just put it inside me."

"I considered it." I draped my arm around her shoulders. "But I don't want to hurt you and there'd be blood."

"I know." She leaned into me a little more. "But would you want to someday?"

"Um, that..." My face grew hot. "That should be something you give to someone special. Someone you care about."

"I care about you." Her voice sounded hopeful. "Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I do." I gave her a reassuring hug. "It's just; we're not supposed to do things like this. You should be doing this with someone else. Someone who isn't me."

"Why?"

"You know why, Laila." The girl stood up and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

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I sat there for a while with my thoughts. I wasn't sure what made me say that. Maybe it was Lola. Maybe it was guilt. Still, it was the truth.

"Shit." I put a hand against my temple. I didn't mean for that to come out the way it did. I needed to stop giving in. I had to try to do the proper thing when it came to Laila. Still, didn’t make it hurt any less.

The door opened and I moved to speak but my words died in my throat. Lola grinned.

"Found you." She glanced around. "Why were you in here?"

"Hiding from you." I lied and I didn't care.

"Okay then." The smile remained on her face but her features grew dark. "Have you seen Laila anywhere? I wanna talk to her."

"No." Lola started leaving. "Wait. Lola, I need to talk to you."

"I'm not going to tell anyone about us if you do what I say so we have nothing to talk about." The girl sounded excessively adult for her age.

"That's not it." I stood up. "I want it to stop. I'll do anything you want but you don't have to do those things with me. You're not supposed to."

"I have to. If I don't, you'll hurt Laila."

"You don't--"

Lola stormed into the closet, slamming the door behind her.

"You say these things but I know what you'll do. You'll tell me you won't hurt me. You'll tell me how good I am and then you'll hurt her because I won't give you what you want. I won't let you!" She knelt down and caressed my face. "But if it bothers you, I can tell Mama and it'll all go away. Do you want that?"

I remained silent, but the girl could see the fear in my face.

She giggled. "That's what I thought. I'm tired of you avoiding me. You'll let me stay in your room tonight, right?"

I opened my mouth to speak and she jumped up, pressing her lips against mine. The girl got to her feet and smiled at me. Lola walked out, shutting the door and leaving me in darkness.

please proceed good sir

Yes please continue, my favorite on the board

As I proceed, any questions, comments, requests, anything you want to see the girls do or something?

>>15066
No thanks, i'll let the storyteller have his way. I trust you'll make something brilliant.

>>15066
plot-wise? i want to see Lola get what's coming to her.
sex-wise? i want to see the girls make out

>>15112
Oh man, you'll really want that after this chapter.

Guilt + Love
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Tags(for now): f/f, fingering, object penetration, rape, angst, vomit
A/N: Hoo-boy, Lola becomes especially unlikable here. I actually had this chapter written a week ago but for some reason it depressed me too much. Plus I watched Madoka and Elfen Lied last week.
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Chapter 7
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Lola slept in my bed that night. I waited for her and after everyone went to bed, she came into my room. She curled up beside me and nestled her hard, little head under my arm. It was uncomfortable but I didn't plan on sleeping anyway. I stared at the ceiling and prayed for morning. At one point, the girl had her hand on my crotch but I gently removed it. Lola made a disappointed noise and shifted. I think I drifted to sleep a couple of times but I snapped awake again. Sunrise came. Lola stirred and sat up, stretching.

"Mm, that felt nice." She looked down at me. "I can see why Laila likes sleeping in here."

She leaned on my chest. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good enough." I said dryly.

"You should be nicer to me." Lola said with a playful tone. It made my stomach churn.

"I've gotta get ready for school. You should go get ready too. Your mom probably wants you ready as soon as possible."

"I don't wanna go back to school!" She whined. "I got in trouble yesterday!"

"What did you do?"

"This boy said he liked me so I put my hand in his pants."

I stared at her as if she were from Mars.

"What?" She frowned. "Don't look at me like I'm bad. You like it. I don't know why he didn't. He went and told the teacher. If I see him, I'm gonna hit him today!"

Iris needed to get this girl into therapy before she murdered someone.

"I'm sure you just scared him." I explained. "Most kids aren't as...experienced as you."

"Is there something wrong with me?" The sudden vulnerability kept me from answering.

"You've been through a lot of things, Lola. Things no one should've gone through. There's nothing wrong with you but you need to know that what happened to you was wrong. The person who did those things to you was a bad person."

"I know." Lola smiled. "But not all bad people are bad."

She leaned on my chest and her sharp elbows dug into me. "I bet you wanna hear a secret don't you?"

"Maybe."

"Laila never liked our new daddy. She always made him mad and he always hit her but she never ever learned. He was really scared of her. One day, Laila tried to kill him but he woke up and hit her before throwing her down the stairs. She had to go to the doctor and get her arm fixed. But if someone were hurting me, I'd just be nice to them. That usually makes them stop right?"

"Did your mom know about this?"

Lola giggled. "Oh mama was so mad! Laila refused to say what happened so Mama just assumed she fell. She yelled at her the whole time!"

Tears formed in her eyes.

"But she didn't say a single word..."

Lola buried her head in my chest and cried. I tried to comfort her by putting my hand on her head but she flinched.

"Don't touch me!" She snapped. She pushed herself up and ran out of the room. Finally, I could get dressed. I hoped this discouraged her from spending another night with me but I doubted it. The girl seemed to feed on my discomfort.

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School passed without any incident. I went to practice and did poorly. I remained passive and just braced for any incoming tackles. Exasperated, the coach sent me home early. I realized joining the team was a mistake but quitting didn't seem right either. Walking home, I considered my choices.

"I'm home!"

My voice echoed through the house. I tossed my book bad into a corner and shut the door behind me.

"Laila? Lola?" I winced. "...Iris?"

No response. I started watching TV and dozed off on the couch.

"Kyle..." Someone shook me gently. I groaned and batted at the source of the disturbance. "Wake up..."

Soft warmth pressed against my lips. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into Laila's face. I pulled away as if she were made of hot iron.

"What the hell?"

"You weren't waking up." She turned away, ashamed. "I didn't want to yell."

"'m sorry." I rubbed my hand over my mouth. "You just startled me. What's up?"

"Is Lola...hurting you?"

"No more than usual." I shrugged. "Besides, she hasn't done anything to you, has she?"

Laila shook her head. I gave a relived smile.

"Good. I'll endure it if it means you'll be okay."

"Why?"

"I don’t know. I guess I like you."

"You don't like me that much." She alluded to the conversation in the closet. "I take it Lola told you what I did to Sal."

"She told me about what you tried to do to him and I can't say I blame you."

"You mean you're not afraid of me?"

I scoffed. "I've got no reason to be afraid of you, even if you're mean sometimes."

"I guess you’re right..." She shifted in place. "Actually, I wanted to ask you for a favor."

"Shoot."

"When I get older, could we--"

Lola strolled into the room and the air grew heavy. She eyed her sister with suspicion and sat uncomfortably close to me. The younger girl placed her hand over mine.
"I've decided I'm going to tell Mama what we've been doing at dinner today."

"What? Why?" Laila was furious. "He's done everything you wanted!"

"But I only did this to protect you and I'm probably too late." She leaned into me and I tried to move away but I cornered myself. "But what would you be willing to do to protect him?"

"Whatever you want, you stupid brat."

This piqued Lola's interest. "Really?"

"Really." Laila stood by her words. Lola hopped off the couch.

"We should go upstairs then." She grabbed Laila's hand and pulled her along. The girl was way too happy. I followed, suspicious. This went way too smoothly. Lola's glee faded when she saw I was following.

"Oh, you're going to be there too." She droned. "Then I guess we can do it in your room. It has a better lock on it anyway."

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The two girls were already in my room by the time I got there. Lola had her lips pressed against Laila’s. The older girl stood still with her fists clenched at her sides. Lola made a small, frustrated groan and broke the kiss.

“You said anything and I want to do the same things with you that I’ve been doing with him.” She looked at me with a displeased grimace. “You can stay. Just sit on the bed.”

“Lola, I don’t think we should do anything. We’re sisters and—“

“It doesn’t matter.” Lola advanced, causing Laila to back away. “You said anything and you’ll keep your word. Protect him. Maybe you’ll do a better job than when you tried to protect me.”

Lola cornered her but Laila didn’t seem to notice. She was reeling from the younger girl’s harsh words. Lola reached in her pocket and pulled out one of those tubes full of candy. She dumped some in her mouth and put her mouth over her sisters. Laila jerked her head away, coughing and sputtering out bits of brightly colored sugar. Lola only ate more and laughed at her sister’s discomfort. I started to protest but Lola merely shushed me and I shrank away.

“Lola, please. I don’t want to do it like this.” The smaller girl pulled her sister in a hug and nipped at her ear. Horrified, Laila’s eyes darted between her and me.

“I didn’t have a choice so you shouldn’t either.” Lola dragged her hand up Laila’s skirt. “He’s probably done it with you by now anyway, right?”

“H…he hasn’t.” Laila regained her composure. “He’s not a monster like that man.”

“You’re lying!” Lola shoved her sister against the wall and pinned her there, glaring at her. Laila’s expression mirrored her own and caused Lola’s face to soften with shock. “It can’t be true…he wouldn’t…”

“I know you’re angry. I wish he’d chosen me instead of you.” Laila tried comforting her. “I’d trade places with you in an instant. The last thing I wanted was for someone to hurt you. We have a chance to start over here. We just have to try and go back to how we used to be, Lola.”

“I can’t.” Lola’s head dropped down, hiding her face. “There’s no way that I can.”

She started weeping. Laila sighed and embraced her. Suddenly, Lola flung her to the ground. Laila stared up at her confused. Lola’s sobbing morphed into cruel laughter. “When I’m done, you won’t be the same either!”

“Done with what?” Laila sounded innocent. We both grew fearful. The girl downed the rest of her candy but she kept the container tight in her grip.

“I’m gonna find out if you’re lying~” Lola playfully shook the empty tube between her fingers. She got down on her hands and knees , crawling until her sister’s face was a few inches from her own. She put a hand on Laila’s knee. “Open your legs.”

Laila shook her head. Lola grinned. “Open your legs or I’ll scream and tell everyone Kyle’s been making us do stuff.”

“You’re the one who’s doing this!” I snapped. I got up and headed towards the door.

“Who’s gonna believe you?” Lola asked. “You’re bigger and older. If I were an adult, I wouldn’t believe you. In fact, I’d think you were pretty stupid to think up something like that.”

“You little bitch!” I spun around but Lola seemed unfazed. “Why are you even doing this?”

“I’ve only been doing this to protect Laila. I just want to know if I’ve been protecting her for nothing.”

“Is my word not good enough for you?”

“No.” I slumped in defeat. Lola chuckled. “All you’ve gotta do is let me check and I’ll leave you alone.”

“That’s all?” I asked. Laila looked up at me, expectantly. “Are you okay with this?”

“I can be.” She glared at Lola. “You’re just going to check, right?”

Lola nodded.

Reluctant, Laila agreed. Lola ordered me to sit back on the bed. She felt my standing made her uncomfortable. The younger girl then urged her sister’s legs open. Laila complied while slow tears found their way down her cheeks. Silent, Lola traced the shape of the lips with her fingers. I felt the quiet only added to Laila’s humiliation.

In a bold move, Lola slipped her fingers under the fabric causing Laila to jump. The younger girl continued her inspection, moving her fingers up and down. Laila’s breathing grew tense. Lola frowned and pulled her fingers away. Her sister gave a thankful sigh.

“You’re getting wet from this.” Lola said while playing with the moisture on her hand. “I’m starting to think you were lying. I guess I’ve gotta do this…”

“Do what?” Laila sat up but Lola immediately grabbed her crotch and that made the older girl stay put.

Lola draped her body over Laila’s stomach, pinning her down. With one hand, she pulled her panties aside and exposed her fully. She took the plastic tube in her hand and put it between her folds. I frantically thought of how big my fingers were compared to it. She tried to insert the tube but found too much resistance. With a small growl, she pushed down but didn’t advance. Laila made a pained whine but her sister ignored it. Resentful, the put the plastic in her mouth and caressed it with her tongue.

“Lola, stop this!” I pleaded.

She pulled the object out of her mouth, trailing a thin thread of saliva. “Oh, so you’re saying you have done stuff to her? That you lied to me? That you want me to tell mama and your daddy about the things we’ve been doing?”

She idly rubbed the tip around Laila’s slit, humiliating her sister. I didn’t think she’d actually go further. I hoped she wouldn’t.

“I-It’s okay.” Laila assured me with a trembling voice. “Once you get your answer, you’ll leave him alone, right?”

Lola nodded but a dark shadow of anger crossed her face. Without warning, she penetrated the girl. Laila gave a high-pitched squeak and jumped. Claming her hands over her mouth, she squeezed her eyes shut. The younger girl focused on probing her folds deeper but met resistance.

“Hm. So you weren’t lying. He hasn’t done it to you.” I deflated with relief. She had her answer.

“No way…” She twirled the tube and Laila squirmed. “Please Lola…take it out of me…”

“It’s not fair! You’ve got something I’ll never get back!” She shuddered with rage. “He’ll stop liking you if you don’t have it!”

“Lola stop-“

She snapped her head up at me. “I’m going to take it away! It’s only fair! Someone took mine and now I’m gonna take hers and you’re gonna watch! That way, you can’t pretend she still has it!”

Lola dropped her voice and grew serious. “Now be quiet. Both of you.”

She pushed the tube past any resistance and Laila arched her back with pain. She kept her hands over her mouth and her eyes shut tight. I gripped the covers and forced myself to stay put. Lola plunged the plastic in and out of her body at a slow pace. Each time she pulled out, more and more blood smeared the clear plastic. My stomach churned.

“Look at this.” Lola grinned, victorious. “Now you’re just as worthless as me! Now you really know how I feel!”

She jammed it in as deep as she could and pressed it there while her sister writhed in agony. “You’re so lucky that I’m here to protect you. You’re so weak…I should just leave this in you and kick you!”

“No please don’t!” Laila cried. “God please I’ll do anything, make it stop!”

“Stop…” Lola glared at her sister. “Boys don’t know what that word means…but since you said anything…”

“Yes! Anything!”

“All I want is for you to thank me for everything.” Lola said simply. “That’s it.”

Laila swallowed. “Th-thank you.”

Lola flashed her a toothy grin. “Now to finish!”

Before Laila could protest, Lola jammed the tube into her with a heartless, brutal pace. The older girl’s body bounced up and down with the force of each thrust. This went on for a few more torturous seconds before Lola slowed to a halt. Laila broke down into a sobbing mess.

“Whew…that was tiring.” Lola sighed. Inconsiderate of her sister’s pain, she pulled the tainted tube out. Brandishing it, she crawled towards me while I crawled further on the bed. She dropped it right in front of me.

“See.” Said Lola. “She’s not pure anymore. She’s just like me.

I couldn’t help it. I threw up…right on her and my sheets. Lola stared at me with a distant, confused look in her eyes. Without a word, she slowly walked out as if she was in a daze. Crawling around the mess, I got down on the floor.

Laila had curled up into a ball, holding the tender spot between her legs and sniffling. I touched her shoulder but she didn’t move. Scooping her up, I took her to her room and tucked her in. Even though she didn’t say a word, she was too painful to look at. I hurried out of the room as fast as I could. I figured she wanted privacy.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered before shutting the door.

Moar. More more
More. Guilty guilty angst. Please?

Time for an update soon I hope?

A new chapter is coming but I'm a little tied up atm. But until then, how would you guys feel about some very basic sketches of the girls to tie you over?

>>15380

Anything you have will be welcome!

>>15380
Gladly. Please update soon, i love this tale.

>>15380
Just discovered and read the whole thing. I really loved it, though I found myself a couple of times just wishing the guy could keep his dick in his pants and help those poor girls ... which kind of defeats the purpose of fapfiction, I guess, but it means you managed to engage me at a deeper level than fapping, so well done.

>>15416
Oh well, thanks dude. Yeah, he's pretty frustrating sometimes. Thank you all for still reading.


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Tags(for now): Mf, Rape, Anal, Hate-Fucking, Masturbation
A/N: Oh wow! I started a new job but doodles are still coming. Sorry I took so long but I do plan to finish this.
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Chapter 8
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Lola. I blamed her for everything. I knew it was my fault but self-blame and guilt grew tiring. I bet she was afraid of me now. If I wanted to fuck her, she'd look up with me with big, terrified eyes. I wouldn't be gentle, I'd hurt her. I'd ruin her. The mere thought sent an odd tingle down my spine.

As if on cue, Lola appeared at my door in her nightgown. She asked to sleep in my bed again. I smiled and invited her to lie beside me. I had a plan this time.

Gathering the girl in my arms, I held her in a snug embrace. I wanted to wait until she was asleep but I grew impatient. One of my hand drifted underneath her nightgown and roamed all over her small body. The girl made a small whine. I couldn’t tell if she was enjoying it and I didn’t care.

“What are you-“ I pressed into the small mound between her legs. “-ah!”

Before she could regain her composure, I rolled the girl onto her stomach and sat up. Yanking her panties down, I started groping her bare ass. I pushed up her nightgown to give me a better view. Without warning, I plunged a finger between her cheeks. She yelped in pain. I grinned.

"You've been a bad girl, Lola!" I fingered her asshole harder for emphasis. Lola had her hands over her mouth, struggling to muffle her high pitch squeals. With a scoff, I added another digit. Her hands flew to either side and she grabbed the sheets. She was being loud but I didn't care. I’d finish and sate my urges before anyone caught me. Dad and Iris slept on the opposite side of the house.

I kept fingering her while I pulled out my cock, finding it harder than it had ever been. Stroking myself, I took a moment to spit in my hand and rub my cock for minimal lubrication. More kindness than this girl deserved.

Straddling her, I worked my cock between her cheeks and sunk down. Lola made this odd, broken noise. My tip breached the tight ring of muscle and I was sure I'd torn something. Good. She needed a reminder that her actions had consequences. Incoherent blubbering rose from the girl. I leaned down and whispered into her ear.

"You've been a bad girl, Lola." I flexed my hips and got a pained sob out of her. "It's my job to punish you!"

Barreling into her, I could barely get halfway in. She was achingly tight. Pinning her to the mattress, the bed squeaked in time with my rough motions. Lola's grew hoarse. Each time I pulled out, she gave a weak cry with her cracked voice. My cock slid out of her with growing ease. I went deeper until I was mostly inside her when I bore down.

My cock hardened and my thrusting grew faster. My balls slapped against her ass while her insides sucked me in. She kept saying ‘No’ and ‘I don’t want this’. Her body tightened around me while she trembled through an orgasm she didn’t want. Even like this, she was still able to enjoy herself.

I doubled my pace, grabbing her hips and riding her hard. I thought I could last longer but any hope of that was gone when Lola came again. Going at a frenzied pace, I emptied my balls inside her. Taking in rough gulps of air, I pulled out and her brutalized hole twitched, leaking all over the sheets.

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Gritting my teeth, I shuddered through the abrupt orgasm. A layer of cold sweat made my skin slick and unpleasant. Panting, I rested my head against the cool surface of the bathroom wall in front of me.

I couldn't sleep so I went into the bathroom to release some tension. While I stood over the toilet my thoughts went to the worst possible place. I tried thinking of other ideas but that scenario pushed me over the edge. It only confirmed my greatest fear. I was lower than Sal. My promise to make Laila happy became a cruel memory.

Humiliated, I stared at my tainted hand.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

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I didn’t sleep that night.

Lola didn’t come in. Maybe she thought I’d throw up on her again. I didn’t know the reason but I was grateful anyway. I stared at the ceiling until the sky faded into morning. Sunrise. School would be a bitch today. I forced myself out of bed. I needed to see her. I hoped she was awake.

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“Laila?” I opened the door and winced when it made a painfully loud creak. No response. The house brightened with sunlight. Pushing the door open, I entered.

I didn't go into Laila's room often. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd been in here for longer than a few seconds. The girl lay curled up in her bed, clutching the pocket-watch. She saw me and rolled over, facing the wall.

A cold blast of air stirred the plain, blue curtains and I shivered. I yanked the curtains closed, taking out some frustration on the fabric. Sunlight still bled into the room, making everything blurry and dreamlike. Laila kept her walls bare and the only item on the dark carpet was her schoolbooks. She didn't personalize her room. Easier to run if you have so little to pack.

"I’m a fool." She whispered. "I can't save Lola. I don't think I ever could."
I knelt down next to the bed.

"I miss my sister." Fresh tears formed. "I look at her now and I don't know that person. But I'll never have her back!"

She sat upright and I jumped at the sudden motion. She hurled the watch, putting all her strength behind the throw. Hitting the wall, it broke at the hinge. She stared at the broken jewelry before getting up.

"It's your fault." She dropped to her knees in front of the spot of impact on the wall. Grabbing a book, she started pummeling the watch and broke it more.

*THWACK!*

"Stop." I said.

*THWACK!*

"Stop..." A delicate tinkling followed this time.

*THWACK!*

"I said stop, damnit!"

Laila froze, gritting her teeth as if the mere act caused her pain.

After this point, I didn't know what was left. I watched this happen and I couldn't do anything. I might as well had violated her myself..

"I'm sorry. I'm weak." The admission broke something in me and the sobs force their way out. "I'm so fucking weak! I should've never let Lola have her way."

"You're not weak." Laila's voice was quiet and soothing. "I never thought that about you. I just thought you were soft."

Rising up on her knees, she put her hand on my head. Pressing her forehead against mine, she smiled.

"There's nothing wrong with being soft, y'know. You can have feelings and stuff." A hint of sadness bubbled up. "Sometimes I wake up feeling so empty, I wonder if I can feel at all."

"Do I make you feel anything?"

"You make me feel many things. Most of the time, you make me feel like you're getting on my nerves but something's better than nothing."

"I'm sorry I did those things with Lola." I did think they'd help. All I did was give her more control over me.

"If you stop doing them, I'll consider believing you."

"Fair enough."

"You wanted to ask me for a favor earlier."

"Oh...that...I'm not sure now's a good time."

I nodded. "Will you be okay?"

"It hurts a little but I think I'll be fine. You should probably go. I'm sure someone will notice you lurking in my room."

I didn't want to leave her alone. I wanted to stay and hold her. Laila smiled at me.

"Get out, stupid." She teased.

"Fine, fine." I raised my hands in defeat. I walked out, pulling the door behind me. I paused, gripping the doorknob. I let go and walked down the hallway, forcing myself to ignore the soft weeping.

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Breakfast was a solemn affair. Dad made food but Iris merely sipped her coffee, glowering at the man. I ate quietly and kept my eyes down. The back door crashed open and Max stumbled in, drunk and giggling.

"Whassup!"

My dad stood up, making the table rattle.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Out." Max smirked. "What's your problem, old man?"

"Damn it, Max! You wanna throw your life away?"

My dad continued ranting while my brother resisted. Max would disappear sometimes.
He usually came back drunk when he did.

Iris watched them with growing interest. The coffee cup hid her mouth but her eyes looked wide, almost excited. Max shifted his attention to me.

"Aw, lil' brother, you look like shit." He passed my dad and plopped down next to me.

"Some pussy been keepin' you up at night or somethin'"

I cringed. The crudeness didn’t bother me but the truth wasn’t too far from what he said.

His mood soured when he saw Iris.

"The fuck? What are you still doin' here? I thought you'd be gone by now. Did you stop being a bitch?"

"You look and smell like shit." Iris said bluntly. "In fact, you both look like shit."

"...So, no. Still a bitch." he turned to my dad. "You a masochist or somethin'."
My dad pinched the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he steadied himself and helped my brother to his feet. Max seemed surprised.

"C'mon son." He said while leading him out towards the living room. "Lets get you to bed."

Iris gave a loud scoff. "Pathetic."

My dad glared at her and Iris gave a nasty smile while giving a small shake of her head.

"You." I jumped when she addressed me. "Tell the girls they have five minutes before they have to walk to school."

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Laila was already at the door, dressed and ready. I considered saying something to her but after this morning, I felt too bad. Rushing past, the girl started to say something but I couldn’t really hear what it was. I made a beeline for Lola’s room.

Lola's door was open so I walked right in. It was a room full of dolls and stuffed animals. Everything dripped with lace and frills. The perfect picture of a girl’s room and the complete opposite of her sister's room. The girl sat in the middle of the floor, pulling a plastic brush through a doll's hair. Dressed in her school clothes, Lola didn't look like she wanted to move.

"Um, it's time for school, Lola."

"Uh-huh." She continued, looking bored.

"Your mother's gonna make you walk if you don't go downstairs."

"Uh-huh."

"You should do what she wants. You know life is easier for you when you do."

“I always do what Mama wants, don’t I?” The way she asked make me think she didn’t want an answer.

"Mama, made me into her perfect daughter because Laila couldn't do it. She was so bad. Mama makes me wear those itchy dresses and the shoes hurt my feet. She even had fake hair sown in so my curls would be nice and smooth."

She combed the doll's hair harder and faster. A growl rose in her voice.

"I'm so pretty. That's why these things happen to me. I'm just like this doll!"

The doll's head popped off she held up the head, letting it dangle from the brush.

"Oh." A glazed look of despair spread over her face. "My head came off."

She looked up at me with mild surprise. She acted like I’d just walked in. Maybe she wanted to pretend I didn’t see or hear any of that. I wish I didn’t. She flashed me a brilliant smile.

“Time for school?”

I nodded dumbly.

“Yay! School!” Lola scooped up her book bag and ran downstairs singing ‘school’ repeatedly. Laila’s insults soon overlapped with Lola’s singing until Iris screamed at both of them. Then silence followed by the quiet jingle of keys.

“Kyle!” Iris called. “Your father told me to tell you to take it easy and make you’re your idiot brother doesn’t die in his own filth!”

I’m sure my dad said something that didn’t sound so horrible.

“Kyle!” Iris screamed with more urgency.

“Okay!” I yelled back with equal annoyance. After that, she left.

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Max trembled in a cocoon of blankets. A thin sheen of sweat covered his hair and skin. My powerful older brother was a miserable sight right now. I placed the water and aspirin on the nightstand beside him. Max shifted.

"Relax, it's just me."

"You haven't been sleeping."

"Yeah, not really."

He opened his mouth to say something else but he immediately grabbed a garbage can and heaved into it. My nose crinkled at the smell and I opened the windows for circulation. I don't know why I was helping him get better. He was just going to leave again. Abandoning me was one of his favorite hobbies.

A week after Mom died, Max started hanging out and spending more time away from home. One time, he ditched me at the mall and never came back. I waited for him until it got dark and the mall closed. That day, I thought Max died too. I cried and cried. Eventually a police officer heard me and took me home. I found out later, Max was huffing gasoline with a couple of other kids and forgot about me.

Every time our lives got difficult, Max ran. I think it was the only way he could cope. As a member of the popular crowd, he found more people willing to put up with him. Besides, he wasn't the one who found mom's body in the driveway. He ran then too. Only he went to get help.

"Coward." I grumbled.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"I left." Max stated.

"Yeah, you did."

Part of me was angry with him. He left me alone again. It was just like when Mom died. In his heart, he was just as weak as I was and that made me pity him.

"I fucked up." He muttered.

"Yeah, you're good at that."

"No...the first night...the last time I was here I..." He winced. The hangover was hitting him hard. "So is the older one still protective over her sister?"

I thought back to the incident from earlier and shriveled inside. Slowly, I shook my head. My brother gave a sick chuckle.

"I don't want her to know what I did...but I need to tell someone." He tried to smooth his hair back but it flipped back into a disheveled mess. "I hurt her, Kyle. I did something to her I shouldn't have. That brat should've hit me more."

My temper flared. "Did you hurt them?!"

"What? No?! I'm pretty sure the older one would stab me." He grinned at me and I wanted to bash his face in. "What, you like her or something? It's not like they're our sisters."

"What did you do, Max?"

"I made a mistake."

I lunged forward and hoisted him up by his shirt. "What the hell did you do?!"

"I fucked up, alright!" He shoved me away. "I was wasted and I hurt her! I hurt her and I didn't mean to! I don't even know why I did it."

"You..." I left the words hanging in the air. Ashamed, Max averted his eyes. I didn't let him go. I wasn't sure why. Maybe it was shock or anger. His eyes flicked away from me.

"I can't really remember what I did...but I think..." Tears welled up in his eyes. "I think I raped her..."

“Oh god…” I back away from him. “H-how could you do that? She was just a little girl.”

Pot meet kettle. Max frowned at me.

“What? I’m talking about Iris.”

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Ok, turns out I drew something, it was just buried in my stuff. I may ink it someday. Not sure where to post it if I decide to draw any of the sex scenes.

>>15466
forgot the pic...
http://www.mediafire.com/i/?juz4r4khhyddyky

Love the latest update. Can't use mediafire from my crusty phone though unfortunately. Only just figured out how to post from it too, but i've been checking back every few days. Please write more! I'm addicted ..

Love the latest update. Can't use mediafire from my crusty phone though unfortunately. Only just figured out how to post from it too, but i've been checking back every few days. Please write more! I'm addicted ..

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This shouldn't be this far down...

Bumpidy bump?

So, I've been real busy but I'm getting a break soon. New chapter will be up Tuesday, for realsies. Thanks for reading!

>for realsies
I love for realsies. Gives me a sense of hope.

>I love for realsies. Gives me a sense of hope.
Yeah, you know I mean srs bsness, yo. Sorry for taking so long but I'm really trying. I'm kinda fearful of where this story is going though. There's dark days ahead for our characters but enough of my rambling. On with fulfilling my promise!

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Guilt + Love
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Tags(for now): violence, angst, possible attempted rape
A/N: No sex this time. Just allusions and dramatic violence. But wouldn’t anyone snap under all this stress?

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Chapter 9
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His eyebrows drew together in an agonized expression while he struggled to recall the incident. A nervous buzz spread throughout my body. When did this happen. Even if Iris showed any signs of trauma, I was too busy dealing with the girls to notice. I grimaced. Dealing with them. Is that what everyone called it? I should've cared more. Then I would've helped them. Instead, I became a source of pain. The realization tore at something in me.

"Hey!"

Max dragged me out of my pitiful thoughts. I gave him a thankful smile and my full attention. The wariness in Max's eyes faded into discomfort.

"I don't remember much. It's just, I was partying and she just fucking showed up. She said she came to get me...for dad. I ignored her and kept drinking. I would've left it at that but when she mentioned mom, I just got up and hauled ass outta there."

Tired, I sat of the bed. With a nod, I urged my brother to continue.

"Okay, so you know Jen Farmer? Her parents have a big ass house in the middle of nowhere. There's a field and shit. I went out in the field to lose her."

I knew Jen Farmer. I had a crush on her in elementary school. She caught me picking my nose and then ridiculed me for it. That's all I knew of her before this. I stopped picking my nose so some good came of that.

"But she went after me! She kept yelling about how I owed it to dad to come home for once and shit. Like she fuckin' knows shit! Who the hell did she think she was, huh?"

He paused to calm down and continued.

"I had enough. I remember I pinned her down, groped her...then...I don't know. I really can't remember. I know I don't want to."

I couldn't blame him. If I were Max, I wouldn't want to know either. Never thought a blackout would be such a merciful gift. Maybe he didn't hurt Iris at all. It could've been a fantasy. Wouldn't blame him for that either. Max noted my silence and an unwelcome flush crept up on his face.

"You probably think I'm pretty shitty, don't you?"

"Sometimes."

"Well, you have a right to." His dry lips pulled into a pained smile. "Y'know, it's times like this I'm glad Mom's dead. If she saw me now she'd probably die of shame."

My stomach lurched. Max threw his head back and started laughing until he fell back on the pillow. He covered his face with his hands and the laughter quickly turned into ragged sobs. Silent, I went into the bathroom and got him some water. When I came out, Max was still crying so I placed it on the nightstand and left.

Max always got emotional during hangovers but I'd never get used to it. Everywhere else, he was some kind of invulnerable social god but right now he was nothing more than a sick, weak person. When Mom died, this was the mess she truly left behind.

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Coasting through school, I nearly forgot about practice. The coach yelled at me for being so placid but I didn't care. Eventually, he told me to sit on the bench and watch the other players practice. I think he hoped I'd get some pointers or something.

Most of the other players jeered and ridiculed me. In fact, I had a nickname now. 'Fucked-up Fraiser'. It almost had a ring to it. I leaned back and stared up at the sky. The girls should be home now. God knows what they were doing now. I told myself not to care. Desperate for a distraction, my mind focused on Iris.

She was still as horrible as ever...but what if that was a defense mechanism. Laila appeared tough and difficult but under the right circumstances, she was vulnerable...so very vulnerable. My eyes grew hot and I purged that train of thought. Crying would be the absolute worst thing to do right now. Then again, I'd live up to my name.

I stood up. I needed something harsher to get my mind off these things. Under the guise of naiveté, I asked the coach to put me back in. I told him my mind was on other school and home but I was ready to try for a little bit. Some of my team members gravitated towards us with growing interest.

The coach lit up at my sudden interest. He then asked who would help me learn how to take the hits. As expected, they chomped at the bit. I was going to get my ass stomped into the ground and I'd deserve every minute of it.

I ached in places I didn't know I had. Moving became a chore but now I was so tired I couldn't think. They all tackled, sacked, and even elbowed me at every opportunity. At first, I feared they'd break something. Then, after slamming into the ground a couple of times, I didn't care. Each hit knocked any thoughts of Laila and Lola out of me. I limped home, feeling an odd calm. I felt like I could handle anything that anyone could throw at me. With this euphoric confidence, I got an idea. I'd ask Iris about what happened between her and Max.

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"What happened to you?"

Iris looked at me over the couch, her glasses hanging off her nose a little. I guess I looked a little haggard from the aftermath of my reckless practicing.

"Football practice."

"Oh? I thought you'd quit by now. You're not cut out for it."

"I can make myself cut out for it..." Now or never. "Iris, I have to ask you something?"

Iris rolled her eyes in disgust and returned to her book.

"Are you going to ask me for a hug or to kiss your boo-boos? Because that's disgusting."

"What happened between you and Max?"

A tension spawned in the woman's shoulders. After a pause, she spoke.

"Nothing."

"Iris, I know you're lying." I forced my heavy legs to move towards her. "Please tell me, Max is feeling bad about the whole thing and I think if I learned the truth--"

"Shut up. It's none of your business. Leave me alone."

"Iris..." I sat down beside her and she immediately jumped up and tore out of the room. I leaned back into the couch with a sigh. Of course, this wouldn't be easy.

"You're home!" Lola squealed. Suddenly, the small girl hopped into my lap and I made a pained wince. She looked concerned. "Oh, are you hurt? Is there anything I can do--"

"No!"

Lola jumped at the sound of my voice and I placed reassuring hand on her shoulders.

"No. I think you've done enough for me. S-shouldn't you try to make Laila feel better after what you did?"

"She's not talking to me."

Lola cast an uneasy glance over her shoulder.

"She's gotten really quiet now. It's like she's wearing headphones all the time. It's so weird."

Laila tried to say something to me this morning. I wish I stayed and listened. I couldn't. Too ashamed.

"You like Laila, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do." I've done a hell of a job showing it lately. Lola crinkled up her nose at my admission.

"I guess even girls like her can be liked." She cupped my face in her hands and reluctantly, I faced her. "Wish you liked me more but I guess I can't change that. That's okay."

"Is it okay?"

Lola nodded. "But even if you like her, she can't give you what you really want. She'd break and never speak to you again."

Her words were like a stab in the heart. I tried to turn away but Lola's nails bit into my skin and threatened to draw blood.

"I can give you what you want and it's okay because I want it too." She whispered. "You're so gentle with me. Even when you try not to be. You don't have to stop..." Tears filled her eyes. "Please don't stop."

Lola admitted her weakness to me, how she liked the inappropriate things to her. As horrible as she was, I liked doing them with her. It was an understanding that spawned from a place beyond logic and reason. I wanted to save Laila from herself but I could never save her from my own intentions. I pulled her into the circle of my arms and held her close.

"Lola, I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'll make it up to you."

"Never touch Laila." She ordered. "Don't ever, ever touch her. Promise me."

"I can't."

She leaned up and brushed her lips against mine while she spoke. "Then I'll give you a reason not to..."

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An unseen force yanked the girl from my lap. Bewildered, I stared at the scene unfolding before me but couldn't comprehend it for a few seconds.

Laila dragged Lola away by her hair and flung her to the floor. She stood over the younger girl but didn't say a word. Lola pushed herself up to a sitting position and her fear melted into anger.

"What did you do that for?!"

Laila remained silent. I couldn't see her face. Only Lola's. I remained frozen where I sat.

"Oh I see." Lola grinned. "You're mad, huh? Mad you can't do any of the stuff I can? That's why he likes me. You're the one who cried an ran away. How do you think he feels, huh?"

The fear returned.

"L-Laila say something..."

In a flash of motion, Laila grabbed a nearby lamp and swiped at Lola with the end of it. The girl on the floor reeled and the corner of her head hit the coffee table. A trickle of blood ran down the side of Lola's face while she struggled to get up.

"Jesus! Laila!" When I stood up, Laila hit her again. This time in the back. Lola crashed to the floor with a scream. Her sister gave her one quick blow and raised the lamp for a stronger attack. I lunged at her.

"No-" The end of the lamp hit me in the stomach and I fell back. Laila approached me and hit me across the face. I fell to the floor, sputtering and disoriented. Instinct made me crawl away. Laila stalked me and the only noise I heard was Lola's soft sobbing. I was too tired and sore to start and now this was happening.

"Laila..."

"Did you like it?" Her voice was quiet. "Yeah, you liked it. You liked watching it. Why else would you act like that?"

"I--" Laila hit me in the stomach and I coughed.

"It bad to hit someone in the face." She advised to no one in particular. "People start to suspect things...so the stomach is fine!"

She hit me again.

"I'm sorry..." I wheezed.

"You don't know what that word means."

"Fucking bitch!" Max came out of nowhere and tackled Laila. he wrestled the lamp out of her hands and flung it away. I sat up to see the end of the struggle. Max pinned Laila down while she struggled violently. The girl gave animalistic screams while she tried to break free. Max released one of her arms and smacked her. Now free, Laila swiped his face. He swore and hit her again. This time she fell into a limp, sobbing mess.

"What the hell?" Iris stormed over to Max and shoved him away. "Get the hell off her! What's wrong with you?"

"Mama!" Lola cried weeping. Iris glared at the girl.

"Great. I leave the room and you turn it into a war zone."

Laila glowered at the woman, her fists clenched. Waves of rage poured off her. Iris stared at her for a moment and scoffed.

"Oh I see. You're mad at me now. You wanna hurt me?" She outstretched her arms. "Do it. You wouldn't be the first person in this house to try." She gave Max a venomous smirk. "Isn't that right, Max?"

Max visibly withered under her words. Iris nodded her head in mock realization.

"Oh, that's right. Your brother was asking about that particular incident. I think I'll tell him."

"No." My brother pleaded. "Don't."

"Don't? Don't tell him how you throttled me? How you tried to choke me out? Or maybe I should tell him about how you tried to force it in me but you were too drunk to get it up."

Iris turned to me, still smiling. "He just stroked himself off on top of me and cried. He couldn't even finish the job."

She walked over and pulled out the handkerchief. Dabbing at Lola's wound, she seemed to ignore Laila.

"If you know what's good for you, Laila. You'll keep out of my sight for a very long time."

"How long?" Laila growled.

"Until I feel like I can stand you." She scooped up Lola who just sniffled and nestled into her mom's arms. "I'll be back. I've gotta take her to the hospital."

"I remember my hands around her neck..." Max said quietly. "She just pissed me off so much...I...she looked so damn happy."

"What made you stop?" Laila asked.

"She just kinda leaned up and whispered 'finally'."

Laila nodded and turned to leave. I pushed myself up to my feet ignoring the agony all over my body.

"Laila, wait!" I grabbed her and she wrenched her arm free. "Wait! Talk to me."

"We're past the point of talking." She headed off and opened the door, leaving. Max and I exchanged glances I ran after her.

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She didn't get far. Laila stood at the end of the block. I approached her and she started backing away until she collided with me. She didn't even look at me. She just fled back into the house. Staring back at her, I didn't notice the car pulling up. A man leaned out, his face covered in bandages.

"Excuse me, young man!"

I stared at him with mild confusion. Now wasn't the time for some guy to ask for directions.

"Ah, sorry to bother you but I'm looking for 3442 Trammel Court."

That...that was my house.

"Why?"

"Well," he chuckled. "I'm looking for my wife. Woman named Iris. She isn’t very nice.”

I tried to suppress the flash of recognition but it was too late. The man sneered as best as he could and gave a mild chuckle.

“I see you’ve met her.” He nodded to my house. “I’ll bet you know that girl that ran in the house, eh?” He leaned back into his seat. “That girl is nothing but trouble. Real brat. I’m sure she’s got potential or something though. Her sister is a real sweetheart. That’s who I’m worried about.”

He leaned out again and gestured me close. I obeyed. He licked his lips and spoke.

“You seem like a nice kid. Do me a favor and tell Iris ‘Salvatore stopped by’, will ya?”

He drove off. I just stood there, watching the car disappear down the street. I put my hand over my bruised midsection. Calling the police seemed in order but I had a feeling Iris wasn’t telling me everything. Limping a little, I headed back to the house.

Loving the angst. You missed a few words, though.

>>15718
sorry bout that. I was kinda editing in short bursts since the electricity kept going on and off in my house (damn storms). At least it's readable, lol

LOVING THIS, keep writing please =)

Just wanted to let you know. I found the story a few hours ago and couldnt stop reading until there was nothing left to read. Keep up the good work! looking forward to more

Come on now, let's have some more please!

>>16023
Oh wow! I'm really grateful and flattered at all the requests. I wasn't pleased with how rushed the last chapter was so I'm taking my time to help it flow and stuff. Next chapter will be here Wednesday.

...and another question. If I turned this into a comic, would any of you read it?

Yes we would. You should finish the story and then comicbookify it.

>>16064
I would. Sounds awesome.

OK it's time for an update here, we're all having fits wondering what's next!

Throw us a bone :)

Bumpage. Anything else or is this done?

there NEEDS to be more of this. this HAS to be resolved. good luck, and don't let the pressure get to you!!

>>16405
How about I just post chunks of the chapter as I write it?

>>16468

We will take anything and everything you have :)

Thanks!

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Tags(Now and upcoming): Violence, Abuse, Mff
A/N: So I’m trying out writing this in chunks so I can get your responses and stuff. I edit these stories in chunks anyway so this may work out. But yeah, there’s violence and very dark UST. I’ll add tags accordingly.
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Chapter 10 (Part 1 of 4
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Eating grew difficult. The taste left my mouth hours ago and the food tasted like cardboard but if I didn't eat, I had to talk. I'd do anything except talk right now. Hell, eating sawdust seemed like a better alternative. Glancing over, Laila stared down at her plate in silence. Pained by her thoughts, she didn’t have much to say. I could only imagine the nightmare playing out in her head. I considered saying something hopeful to cheer her up…but her mother spoke instead.

"Eat something, Laila." Iris ordered.

Laila didn't even look up, she got up to leave.

"Sit back down!" Iris barked. The girl obeyed. Iris glared at her. "You're going to sit here until you finish your food, even if it takes you all night. That's the least you can do after today."

"She's not gonna eat her damn food. She's just as stubborn as you." said Max.

"That's not true. If she were anything like me, she'd behave herself." Iris smirked. "I was a good child."

"Sal says hi."

Iris froze. The words didn't even sound like they came from me. My tired voice cracked. The smirk vanished and for a moment I saw pure, naked fear on the woman's face. She was so rattled, she couldn't return to her arrogant facade. She looked around and shifted uncomfortably.

"Did...he?" She stared at me with wide eyes. I nodded slowly. Her eyes trailed away. "He did find me...I'm...I'm so stupid."

"We have to face him." Laila said quietly. "After what we did to him, we need to face him."

"He should be dead!" Iris slammed her fist into the table and the dishes rattled. "How did he survive?!”

"People like that can't die. They just can't." Laila chuckled. "Not even the fire wanted him. Now he's back and he's going to make us pay for what we did to him."

"Shut up." Iris shivered.

"He's going to kill us and we can't even go to the police because we--"

"Shut up!"

Laila turned to me. "We tried to kill him! We tied him to the bed and set the house on fire but he got out and now he's going to kill us!"

"I said shut up!" Iris flew out of her chair and pounced on her daughter. Her hands clamped around the girl's neck. "If you weren’t born, I ‘d never feel this! If you weren’t here, I wouldn't know what this was like!"

Before I could even move, Max scooped up a dinner plate and promptly smashed it against the side of the woman's head. Iris collapsed on top of Laila. The girl took a ragged gasp of air before crawling out from under her mother. Backing away from her, she bumped into me and jumped. We exchanged a glance and I leaned down, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
Iris moaned and rolled over on to her side. Max glared down at her.
“Just so you know, that felt great.”
“Go to hell…” Iris grew pale and held her head.
“Then you’ll feel right at home.”
An odd tension radiated off my brother. His barbed words hinted at something more malicious. I’d never heard him talk like that. Then again, I’d never seen him hit a woman with a dinner plate. Tonight was historical.
Max scooped Iris up and headed towards the living room. The woman put up a weak struggle but her concussion proved too much. I looked down at Laila. She touched her throat and frowned.
“My mother…isn’t a liar.”
“Your mother’s a bitch!” I snapped. “She just tried to kill you! What’s wrong with you? No one deserves to deal with her shit! She’s just treated you like dirt since you got here—“
“Weren’t you listening?” Tears ran down her face. “What makes you think I don’t deserve it? You don’t know what my mom is feeling! Because of what I did, we can never have a normal life!”
“What could you have possibly done?” My throat grew tight. I didn’t understand. I couldn’t imagine her doing anything so malicious…but she did say she tried murdering her stepfather.
“If I didn’t tell her what I saw, things would’ve been the same! We would have never come here!”
“You…you saw Sal and Lola together, right? You did the right thing when you told your mom!”
“Then why did everything get worse? Why did she just let him hit me more?” Her voice grew calm. “I am a bad child. I’m a bad daughter and I deserve what’s coming to me.”
“That’s not true.” I breathed the words. I knew she wouldn’t believe me but I had to say it. “Laila…”
“I need you, Kyle.” My brother called. “Get in here.”
“Not now! I’m dealing with something!” I whispered to Laila. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Laila glared at the floor. Max walked in.
“Seriously, I need you.”
“For what?”
“I need you to make sure I don’t do something horrible to that bitch.”
“What makes you think I can stop you?”
“Because I’ll listen to you.”

>>16537

I just started reading this tonight and you have GOT to make more its the best thing ive read in a very long time.

>>16537

I just started reading this tonight and you have GOT to make more its the best thing ive read in a very long time.

>>16537

Glad you're back! Keep 'em coming :)

>>16537

An update! Please, you have to post more.

Bumping back up to page 1

>>16918

Starting to worry maybe he's going to leave us stranded.

Guilt + Love
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Tags(Now and upcoming): Violence, Abuse,
A/N: After some horrific life altering stuff involving inner demons and shit I’m back on track! Awww yeah!
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Chapter 10 (Part 2 of 4)
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I didn't know where Max got duct tape. Maybe he'd been holding it the whole time. As far as I knew, it appeared out of nowhere. When I got to the living room, he'd already taped the woman's arms down to the computer chair.
"What the hell, man?!"
"I've had enough of this shit. We're getting some answers."
I shot an uneasy look at Iris. Maybe it was the light, but she was starting to look pale.
"Do you have to tie her up?"
"She'll run if we don't." Max was taping up her legs now. The woman stirred, a dark slick of blood running down the side of her face. She muttered incoherently while my brother secured her to the chair. After giving Iris a quick once-over, he stood up and approached Laila. His eyes narrowed and he pulled more tape free. Laila cowered behind me.
“She's just as dangerous loose."
"Do you think that's necessary?"
"She beat the shit out of you with a piece of furniture, so yes." Max sounded eerily calm. I stood in front of her.
"She's okay now. I'll deal with her."
"Lemmego..." Iris slurred. "Gemmeout..."
My brother’s attention immediately shifted to Iris.
"You've pushed me too far." Max growled. "I can't take anymore shit from you! I thought your blatant contempt for my dad was refreshing...even a little entertaining but now you've just taken everything out of me."
He kicked the chair and she slid across the floor, hitting the wall with a grunt. Iris then laughed.
"So what now? Gonna kill me? Oh your mother would be proud of you!" She broke out into a wild peel out laughter that immediately turned to rough sobbing. "Melissa! Melissa I'm so sorry!"
"You fucking bitch!" My brother lunged at her, and with alarming speed I found myself at his side. I held Max back so he wouldn't punch the woman. Iris looked oddly vulnerable right now. For some reason, that always got to me. Maybe that's why Lola could toy with me so well. Max continued to struggle against me until he wrenched away. He jabbed his index finger at the woman.
"Keep our goddamn mother out of this!"
My brother turned his back to her. "Why the hell is our father even with you?! You hate him! Your'e a cunt! You're a shitty mother! Why? What the fuck do you have on your dad?"
Iris' face lit up with childish glee. "Oh my! You're so smart! When did you get so smart?!"
She giggled, mocking us. Max looked at me and I gave a small nod. He then slapped her. Laila flinched. Iris immediately recovered, grinning.
"I see. So were playing this game. Are you going to take turns fucking me too?"
"Mom..." Laila pushed past me. "Mom, this is the end. Do you really want to leave like this?"
"I don't have a choice and neither do you. You'd know that if you weren't so stupid!"
I joined Max's side. "What do you know about dad that we don't?"
"I promised Melissa I wouldn't tell you about that." She glanced at Laila. "Then again, Melissa made me a promise too..."
She looked up at us with a sigh.
"Your father and my husband both had a really bad drug problem. Your father still has a drug problem. When he slips up, he pays women off and they disappear into a life of divorced luxury. Except me. I'm the only person alive who's seen the true face of your miserable father."
"So why did he marry you?"
"Guilt." Iris said bluntly. "He did introduce my husband to the stuff. Nate didn't have nearly as much money and he needed it more than your father did...so your father introduced him to a guy...Salvatore Riccati."
"Dad was on drugs?" Laila said with disbelief. Iris nodded but didn't look at her.
"When Nate died, his debts didn't die with him. I was more than happy to shoulder the weight alone. I just wanted Calvin to take the girls. If Melissa were alive, he would've..."
She broke down, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I wanted you in the world so badly and look what I've given you! Nothing but pain."
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Max asked.
"Because I don't have it in me to lie."
We both turn around and lowered our voices.
"We need to talk to dad." Max said.
"We? I thought you'd just leave."
"What and leave you to have all the fun?"
I have to admit, that made me chuckle.
“I’ve brought misfortune to this house.” Iris’ voice cracked from stress. “What right do I have to thrust my problems on others?”
Max approached her and she eyed him suspiciously. My brother knelt down and started to pull the tape free. Iris watched him with a plaintive look on her face but he focused on the tape as if he were diffusing a bomb.
“Lady, misfortune never left this house.”
I looked up at Mom’s room. A hollow pang hit me in the chest. Ashamed, I stared at the floor. I used to believe the house was haunted with what Mom did. Now, I was sure that we were the ones who were haunted.
With her wrists free, Iris rubbed them. Max moved to freeing her legs. The moment he got one free, the woman promptly kicked him. She managed to tear her other leg free and tried to run but swooned, veering off to the couch. She leaned on it for support and then, on wobbly legs, she walked over and gave my brother another kick before he could recover.
“Fucker.” She spat. She turned her rage towards me. “You! You think you’re so much better! That you can determine what happens to me?! I should just kill you!”
“No!” Laila put herself between us. “We’ve done enough. We tried to kill someone and we failed. What’s the point of trying again when neither of us could do it?”
“You…” Iris’ face twisted with fury. “Why are you protecting him? Do you really think he’s your brother? He’ll never be that! I’m barely your family. Tell me how you plan to make these strangers into something you’ve never really had?”
Laila clenched her fists and shuddered.
“That’s all you can do, huh?” Iris touched her head. “I’m going to go clean this. Maybe you’ll have time to come up with an answer.”
She exchanged silent challenge to Max but my brother did nothing. Without another word, she walked to the bathroom. Laila hugged herself and started crying.

Bumping! please give us more!!

Guess we're done. Just as well it was starting to fade into horseshit anyway.

>>17183
Then why bump it you stupid fuck?

Tegally, I enjoyed it thus far but shit, you take forever to write.

>>17187
Oh wow. That went to shit. Anyway, some family stuff happened, two family members got in a car accident, one had a premature baby, another got stood up at the altar, and one got assaulted at gunpoint. So with all these things happening I actually lost the motivation to write. Now I've gotten it back and I'm not pleased with the current version of the story. I'm going to go back, edit and stuff and start over. After all that's happened and things are finally settled, I've gotta finish this before the year ends. It's a promise I've made to myself. So i can't delete the thread, let it get lost. Trust me on this.

Fucking epic so far man!
Stopped browsing elit after i became manically depressed over Buttons Laura Croft story honestly years agi but after coming back today, all being said fapped myself dry. Take your time man, preferably not buttons long but hell this is epic don't rush <3 Im not over critical on work in all! One satisfied reader bro!