Forget Me Not

Authors note : All characters partaking in sexual acts are 18 and older. This is my first submission so all comments will be appreciated. This story covers several dark themes and is not for the faint of heart, so safety not guaranteed. Enjoy and feel free to vote.

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The priest was in the middle of Sunday mass, as rows upon rows of eager residents from Silver Town bowed their heads in prayer. On my right stood my grandmother completely absorbed in the service, as was everyone else.

Everyone except Violet.

I couldn't help but smile as I saw my sister rolled those captivating eyes of hers, as she motioned with her hand putting a gun to her head and pulling the trigger.

My sister had always been dysfunctional, bordering on chaotic, with her rebellious behavior and complete disregard about what anyone thought of her. I loved her for it. I on the other hand preferred to follow the rules, with me being the family appointed poster boy of success and good manners- it was expected of me.

Violet motioned with her head to the exit and I eagerly followed suit, feigning going to the bathroom. Upon closing the church doors, Violet took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up, "You want one?" she asked shaking the box in front of me, "Later, I couldn't go back inside smelling of smoke."

She smiled at me before inhaling deeply and blowing it on my suit. I grabbed her roughly, turning her around and pinned her to my body, "God I've missed you." I said as she took a drag of her cigarette before placing it in my mouth.

"Someone around here has to make sure you have fun , how has college been treating you?"

I released her slim frame, inhaling deeply, "Great, studying to become a neurosurgeon is easier than I thought." I said with a smirk.

"Smart ass. What about writing? Have you given it up?" she asked as I passed her the cigarette.

"No, I plan to finish my studies before taking it up again. Perhaps travel a bit. Hey, what are your plans - interested in anything?"

"No, I'm taking a gap year. I just finished the misery that was high school and I don't want to switch one prison for another any time soon." she killed the cigarette before embracing me, "And besides, I have my big brother to take care of."

"We've been gone too long, I wouldn't want to get in trouble on my first day back."

Violet smirked, "You've always been a goody two shoes, let's go." I followed her back inside as we made our way back to our seats. Being tall I had the advantage of looking down on most of the crowd, so I took the opportunity to look for Jessie, my ex girlfriend.

The one who was responsible for many of my nights spent with thoughts about suicide. It had gotten so bad at one point that I refused to register for Medical school, convinced that I'd either die by my own hand or the pain in my heart,before I got the chance.

It's ironic, how the only way you truly feel alive is if you give someone the power to destroy you...And that's exactly what she did.

I found her sitting in the front row, wearing a long white dress with a ribbon in her hair. She wasn't fooling me with her clothes, after all, the devil was an angel once. If looks could kill, mine would have burned her to death. It's amazing how every time you think you know someone that's when they change again.

I had known Jessie since I was 12 years old. It was the summer after mom and dad died, Violet and I had been playing near the cliff, which was against the rules, but Violet always seemed to know how to persuade me. Jessie showed up with a few friends as we all started to play a game of tag. I heard a scream and stopped to check if Violet was alright, she was staring intently at the cliffs edge. I ran towards it to find Jessie hanging on for dear life.

I saved her that day, she was so ecstatic that she toppled me over, causing me to knock my head on the ground - giving me a small but permanent scar around the outer edge of my right eye.

I wonder if I had known how things would turned out, if I would have saved her. It's amazing the thoughts that cross your mind when you're hurt. I wasn't angry at her, but at myself, because I still love her.

The priest greeted us as he put the service to a close. Violet and I waited for my grandmother outside as she would spend the next twenty minutes chatting with her friends.

"Hey Johnny." said a voice breaking the silence. That voice, shattering my heart.

I turned around, slowly, "Hi, Jessie, how long has it been? A year?" she shifted uncomfortably, "Yeah, time flies, you look good." God how I wanted to touch her, hold her.

"Like wise, we should catch up sometime. We gotta go, I'll see you around Jess."

"Yeah, see you around..."

I took Violet 's hand and walked towards the church exit.

I just had to get away. "Trouble in paradise?" she mussed taking out a cigarette and lighting it up for me. "I don't want to talk about it right now, maybe later." I inhaled deeply, welcoming the liberating toxin. "Hey Johnny, can you remember what you told me when mom and dad died?"

I faced her, as she looked into my eyes, "You and me against the world, remember?" I smiled, she looked so delicate at that moment. "For forever and a day."

A confused look crossed her face, like she was seeming to hesitate between the fear of knowing and the need understand, before she stood on her tip toes and kissed me lightly, almost delicately on the lips. "For forever and a day."

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I woke up that morning feeling slightly disoriented, bordering on delusional. I saw rapid flashes of memories distorting and merging with each other, as if fighting to obtain a dominant state of control. I closed my eyes to ease the constant beat behind them.

This had been happening occasionally, but more so over the last few months. I had put it down to stress and lack of sleep, and figured that after I had completed my exams, it would stop. I grabbed two headache tablets and swallowed them down with a bottle of water beside my bed.

I stumbled into the kitchen in nothing but a sweatshirt and boxers, not having the energy to shower and get dressed. I found my sister making coffee, wearing one of my old high school shirts. The shirt was way too big for her, lightly swaying across her knees as she walked. She was petite for a nineteen year-old, but one of the toughest people I knew.

For a moment I saw that young girl again, running around causing trouble with her strawberry blonde hair. I smiled when Violet turned around and looked into my eyes, as the image of that little girl slowly morphed into the beautiful woman that stood before me.

"Good morning," she said smiling back, as she attacked me with a hug. "Good morning sis, still wearing my shirts I see." she hugged me tighter, "Of course shit head, you've been gone for a year and all that you left behind were some clothes... And me."

She released me from her embrace as the water had just finished boiling, releasing eager whistles, as if demanding attention. While she made the two cups of coffee, I couldn't help but feel guilty about her sudden revelation.

She must have felt so alone after I left, but if I was honest with myself, I didn't even give it a second thought. All that was on my mind at the time were the prospects of going to college in Los Angeles, leaving this dump of a town behind and putting as much distance between Jessie and myself. The thought about how Violet might have felt hadn't even crossed my mind. I felt ashamed of myself at that moment, knowing that I had failed the only person that was closest to me.

"Look, Violet... I haven't been entirely honest. The past year has been hard, more so than I'd like to admit. My grades have been plummeting, God I'm not even sure I could get into medical school... The pressure of success along with finding out that Jessie had been cheating on me with most of the guys at her college... it destroyed me. I wanted to leave it all behind, that's why I transferred to UCLA and that's why I left you. You are the person I love most in this world and I hurt you. I'll never hurt you again."

My voice was close to breaking point as I saw her teary blue eyes. "You promise?" I took her small pale hand in mine and held it over my heart, like we used to do. "Cross my heart and hope to die."

"What a bitch, I wonder what her country club parents would say about that... How did you find out anyway?"

She said passing me my cup.

"A friend of mine found a college girls gone wild video, she was wearing a mask but she also wore the chain I got her for her birthday. I really don't want to get into the nature of the activities of the video... I confronted her about it and she admitted to it. Do you know what hurt the most? I was willing to work things out, I loved her that much, but she said she would be happy doing again. So we called it a good five years and ended it... it's funny, I was actually thinking of proposing to her after I graduated."

I took a long sip, relishing the feeling of coming clean to my sister.

"I'm glad you didn't, she doesn't deserve you and who would want a slut for a sister-in-law?"

Violet left to do what ever she does during the day, while I spent the rest of the morning doing minor fixes around the house. I was busy doing lawn work when I noticed the three foot brick wall separating the neighbors drive way from our own. Our neighbor, Mr. Johnson had not been a private person, as he used to invite gran, Violet and myself for treats often. The house looked better groomed too, as it had been painted a burnt orange compared to the dirt green that I was used to.

"Why didn't I notice this yesterday?" I said aloud, going through the events from my arrival the day before.

"Notice what?" my grandmother asked as she settled on the porch for a cigarette. "Mr Johnson's house. I see his made some upgrades."

My grandmother looked at me pointedly, "Mr who?"

It was my turn to look confused, "Mr Johnson, who has been our neighbor for the past seven years? Short, red hair and used to invite us over for dinner? Ringing any bells?" I said, resuming my raking across the decaying lawn. "Are you alright Johnny? Do you want me to go get Mrs Lethe next door to give you a check up?"

"Mrs Lethe? And what do mean again?"

"Our neighbor, the town pharmacist, she's been checking up on you kids for years. Been living in that house about a month after your sister and you moved in."

Know I'm not one to call anyone insane, especially my grandmother Samantha, but she has clearly lost her mind.

"So you don't remember Mr Johnson?"

"Never heard that name in my life... Are you sure you feeling alright? I could just drop in next door..."

"No." I said, cutting her off, "You don't have to do that. It's probably just the sun and the hard work that's getting to me, I'm fine."

I spent the rest of the afternoon lying on my bed, wondering how I would approach the subject to Violet, thinking that perhaps it's due time my grandmother should be committed to a home.

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"Hey do you think gran is alright?" I asked a couple of hours later, hugging Violet from behind. I understand how it might seem weird to the average person, but besides gran, we were the only people we knew and I guess we were always comfortable around each other. So to us it was normal. "Oh yeah she's alright, she can be forgetful at times but usually comes out of it pretty quickly. It's been hard on her not having you here, she seems a lot better though."

I took in what she told me, concluding that I had probably over exaggerated this afternoon and decided to put it to rest. "I'm here now." She leaned back in to me, pulling my arms tighter around her. Our hugs and kisses had never been sexual in nature, but as her tight round butt grind into me, I couldn't help feel a stirring in my loins.

Perhaps it was the fact that I hadn't had any sex in over a year or that I had an incredibly beautiful women in my arms, but the urge to bend over the porch railing and have my way with her - became increasingly strong.

"It's getting late, I'm going to take a shower and call it a night."

I, reluctantly, released her from our intimate embrace.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm feeling drained." I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I practically tore of my clothes, releasing my erection from the confines of my jeans. I barely waited for the water to heat up before I jumped in, wanting to cleanse these thoughts from my mind.

As I started to relax, there was a knock on the door as my sister stumbled in, "I'm sorry to disturb you, I just really have to pee. I swear if I wait any longer I'll burst!"

I never thought I'd ever be as grateful to shower curtains as I was in that moment. "Umm, sure."

My desire came back with a vengeance as I spied at her through the shower curtain. Unconsciously I began to stroke my self. After flushing the toilet she slowly, almost deliberately began to take off her clothes. "Oh God, what the fuck am I doing?" I softly whispered as she shimmied out of her skin tight jeans, revealing black panties which contrasted with her smooth pale skin.

I began thrusting my cock like a jack hammer as she oh so slowly bent down and removed her panties, uncovering the masterpiece that was her ass. I wanted to look away, but as soon as she turned around to reveal her small pussy - sporting a thick patch of curly hair - I done what any guy would have done in my circumstance... I came.

"Holy shit!" I blurted as rope after rope of my semen hit the curtain. "You alright in there Johnny?". It took me a couple of seconds to regain control of my senses, "Yeah, fine... Just knocked my elbow against the wall..." I have never been as shocked and drained as I felt in that moment. "Are you finishing soon? Because I wanna get in while the water is warm."

"Yeah I'll leave it on-" Before I finished my thought my sister opened the curtain and barged in, "You're taking too long and I'm freezing out side..." Her eyes practically popped out as she saw my still erect shaft, "Shit bro, best be careful before you stab me with that pole." I quickly stumbled out of the shower and grabbed a towel to cover my self, "Sorry... umm... see you in the morning."

"Good night BIG brother." She said taunting me. I got out of there as fast as I could without slipping on the tiles.

I got to the comfort of my room and collapsed on the bed. I could not believe how hard I was. I tried to "think" My boner away, as most guys do in an awkward spontaneous boner situation.

But as images of my sister lathering her naked body in foam entered my mind, I knew it was futile as I once again began jerking my cock to the thought of her little mouth over my shaft, taking me in deep. The thought of her long legs on either side of my head as I insert my tongue inside her wet pussy. How it would feel like to spread her ass cheaks and cote my cock head in her juices before thrusting deep inside her...

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"Oh...God!" I managed to yelp as I came all over my chest and bed sheet. I gazed at the ceiling as I tried to catch my breath. "Where the hell did that come from?" I asked the empty space. After a good minute or two I gathered my bearings and cleaned myself up and replaced my bed sheet. I tried to think of a reason that justified my actions, but extortion got the better of me as I fell into deep sleep.

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That morning I woke up unable to breathe, with the image of Jessie shot inside my head. I remember dreams filled with experiences we had, but in some mismatched order that made little to no sense. I coughed and heaved until I cleared my throat. "Ahhhh!" I yelled, as if it would take the pain away, as if it made a difference. I kept seeing flashes of our time together, the time we snuck off to go see the city lights, our first kiss under the maple tree in eighth grade... The first time we made love.

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I tripped and stumbled my way through the corridor at a desperate attempt to get to the bathroom. I opened the door and practically trusted myself at the toilet, throwing up for nearly two minutes. By then the pain in my head had reduced to a merciful dull throb.

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I couldn't help but shake the feeling that something was wrong. That something had changed in some fundamental way that I couldn't understand. I walked back to my bedroom and got dressed. It was still in the early hours of the morning so gran and Violet should still be asleep... Violet.

"Oh fuck." That would be another can of worms I would have to open. I had to have a heart to heart with my self about her, but right now I had to see Jessie. Perhaps I was just being paranoid but I had to make sure she was alright. If not for her sake, then for mine.