"You're mine now"
The taste of sweat mingled with tears.
"Mine"
Christopher ground against me and I didn't fight it anymore. My brother. My Christopher. Mine.
I felt him inside me and it nearly tore me in half. And then it was over. I felt his weight lift off me and he rolled over to the side.
My heart was pounding. So was his. I felt it even though our bodies were not touching anymore. Christopher lay beside me, on his back, panting softly. I felt a throbbing pain between my legs.
"Catherine?"
I didn't reply. His clammy hand close over mine.
"Cathy?"
He turned towards me and awkwardly tried to cradle my face in his hands. I lay still even though his touch was repulsive. His need, his helplessness, his love had consumed me and I hated him for it. I hated Momma and the grandmother. I seethed in anger and raged silently. Tears were rolling down my cheeks.
Evil. Like your mother and your father. The devil's spawn.
Maybe she was right - we were condemned to repeat the sins of our parents. Better us than Carrie and Cory.
Christopher was whimpering even though I was the one in pain. I wanted him to go away and leave me alone so I could curl up into nothing. He was supposed to have protected me. Momma should have protected us.
And yet here we were.
He touched his forehead against mine. I loved him. God knows I did. My Christopher. My brother.
I turned towards him and moved into him till we were locked in a tight embrace. Two sinners bathed in the cold, unforgiving moonlight.