Together Alone
As the twins' bodies were dragged out like dead mice from the attic, by the heartless grandmother, Chris held a sobbing Cathy while he cried silent tears for the two innocent who had brought the only joy of laughter to the gloomy confines of the attic. As they watched their own kin lock the door to them, Cathy let out a wild cry of mourning letting it out now that the old hag at shuffled out of the room.
"Cathy, love, please don't cry, you'll wear yourself out, and we need to conserve our energy, especially you, in this time of the month. Her lips quavered as she tried to speak through her shuddering sobs.
"Oh Chris, I'll miss them so much, what will I do with myself!"
"Let's go to bed love, we both need the rest , come," he beckoned to her, while she looked up with her droopy deep blue eyes he adored. She sat exhausted on the carpeted floor trying to get up, her legs to weak to hold her up due to the lack of nutrition. He bent down and picked her up in his arms, he walked steadily to the bed in the corner, and laid her down softly in the middle of the mattress.
"Christopher doll, I feel so empty, without putting the twins to bed before I go to sleep", said Cathy weakly as Chris carefully helped her undress out of her clothes.
"I'm here for you my Lady Catherine, I always will be dearest." As she lay unclothed surrounded by the sheets, he laid ever so softly on her, placing his head gently over her breasts. He began kissing the hollow of her throat whispering his love to her. She moaned softly at the sensation of his lips on her skin. She threw her arms around him and held him close. Guilty feelings overshadowed her heart, of yearning for her brother in such a way, and she hesitantly pushed him off and turned her back to him lying sideways next to him. He sat up on his knees with confusion of the rejection. Even though it had hurt him to be rejected in this way by the only female figure it had ever occurred to him to love, he understood her, because they were one, and without each other they would be incomplete. He knew in his heart it would only and forever be her, his love. There would never be another to fill his needs like she did. She understood him perfectly, and they needed each other. He knew even if there was a million girls at his disposal he wouldn't feel differently about Cathy or that she would still be his one and only.
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