Author's note: All characters are over eighteen. They were also over eighteen when they first engaged in sex. There are no underage sex going on in here.
When Amy came home in the morning with a large sack of goodies, she found her brother sitting in the living room. Her fingers tightened on the handle of the plastic pumpkin which held all of the candies and chocolate she had gotten that night. Her relief at finally reaching home and exhaustion from a busy night of trick-and-treating vanished from her. She swallowed nervously. Perhaps her brother had simply fallen asleep and hadn't turned off the light. If she was careful, she might reach her bedroom without him noticing.
But she had no such luck.
As soon as she locked the door behind her with a quiet snick, the immovable form on the sofa moved. Dark gray eyes locked onto hers. Amy shivered involuntarily. Her brother wasn't in a good mood.
"You're back." It was a statement. He scrutinized every inch of her. His gaze was so hot and possessive that it felt as though they would burn through the sexy bunny outfit she was wearing. "Come over here, little sister."
The way he emphasized 'little sister' made goosebumps erupt on her skin. Her ears reddened.
It was the very last thing Amy wanted to do. "Please." She shook her head. "I'm really tired today. I want to go to bed."
His eyes narrowed. "Come here."
Seeing no way out and not wanting to provoke him further, she walked over to him, standing before him with her head down. Her lower lip trembled. She felt like an errant schoolgirl being pulled before the headmaster.
He held up his hand. Amy gave him her pumpkin. The painted grin on the pumpkin smiled back at her, as though snickering at her predicament. Her brother looked inside it. "Almost full," he remarked. "You've been diligent."
To anyone else, it was a praise. But Amy shook her head fearfully. "No. Please. I didn't have a choice. Father said I had to listen to him-"
"The rules are still the same as last year, is it not?" he interrupted. "A lollipop for a blowjob. Gummy bears for your ass. Licorice for your pussy?"
Amy nodded. Redness crept up her face. In the bright light of the living room, he could see her red-rimmed eyes and swollen lips. There were also red bruises and handprints visible on her. It left no doubt as to what she had been doing for the last few hours of the night. Her almost full pumpkin container testified to it.
His slender fingers dug through the array. There were quite a lot of other sweets, sure, but-
He held up a chocolate bar. Half of the pumpkin was filled with this. "One chocolate for one orgasm, if I remember correctly."
Amy trembled. "Y-yes."
He flicked the bar back into the pumpkin and put it aside. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm and tugged her forward forcefully. His fingers dug painfully into her face. "You definitely had fun tonight, didn't you?"
She teared up. She knew better than to admit to that. "No, Darren, I didn't-"
Smack!
Amy's face snapped to the right. Heat seared her face. She wanted to raise a hand to her left cheek but she held them at her sides. A tear slipped from her eye and rolled down her cheek. The sight gentled in him. He sighed and reached out to wipe off her tear.
"There, there. Don't cry. What did I tell you about saying my name? If you listened, I wouldn't have hit you," he sounded almost tender. "All you have to do was listen to me."
He was always 'brother', and she was 'little sister'. It was against his rules to call him by his name. Others thought it was sweet of them that they were so close. But they didn't even scratch the surface of the sexual bizarreness that went on under their roof.
He pushed her down to the floor.
"Strip," he commanded.
Amy obeyed instantly. Learning to obey her brother's instructions was almost second instinct to her. Their mother had died when she was three years old, and their father was a nonexistent figure. Her brother was only five years older than her but had taken care of her throughout her whole life. She had thought it was normal for her brother to dictate everything in her life.
Since he took her virginity at eighteen, they had been having sex daily. His libido was too much for her, but he had made it clear that she had no choice but to accept it. When their father found out about their twisted relationship, he didn't comment on it. A week later, his father told her to come to his bedroom where he took her into his bed. Since then, Amy was at their father's beck and call and often serviced him and his friends.
Tonight was the same. Her father had been pleased with her obedience. But not her brother. Each time she went to bed with other men, he was furious and took out his anger on her.
She stood before him naked, her beautiful body laid bare and exposed to her blood relation. She was beautiful in his eyes, so much so that he wanted to absorb her into his body, to rub his scent all over her and mark her like an animal.