Clary sat on her bed, sketching away. Her mind was in a faraway land as pencil touched paper. She usually zoned out while drawing, allowing her mind to wonder as she created life like works of art out of thin air. Her older brother, Jonathan, said that art was a waste of time, but nothing made Clary happier than being sat in her room with a pencil and a lot of paper.
A knock at the door abruptly pulled Clary away from her zoned out state. She quickly shut her sketchbook, she didn't like anyone to see her drawings until she had finished them.
"Come in!" Clary called. The door opened to reveal her mother, Jocelyn.
"It's almost 9, Clary. Time to take a shower and then bed. I'll make a hot chocolate for you while you're in the shower." Jocelyn said.
"Okay, Mom, thanks." Clary said, before getting off of her bed and walking to the bathroom. Jocelyn walked back downstairs.
Clary shut the door, and then locked it. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wouldn't consider herself as pretty, but she definently wouldn't say she was ugly. Her red hair was in soft voluminous waves hung down her shoulders, and her porcelain skin was miracously untainted from acne, but freckles scattered her cheeks. Her bright green eyes were her best features though. Completely different to Jonathan's pitch black orbs.
Turning on the shower, Clary began to undress. She pulled of her blue tank top, and then stripped off her jeans. But just before she started to unhook her bra, the door opened, revealing Jonathan. She must not have closed the lock all the way. Jonathan stood there, just staring, despite the fact his little sister was half naked in the middle of the room. He looked slightly shocked to have walked in on her, despite the fact that he probably heard the shower running before he walked in.
"Jonathan, do you mind?" Clary asked in an annoyed tone. He was still standing there!
"Sorry, I was just- just trying to find something, I'll um-"Jonathan stammered, before hastily shutting the door again. Clary sighed. He could be weird sometimes. She made sure the door was actually locked this time before stripping off her underwear and stepping into the shower, letting the hot water run over her. But Clary couldn't get Jonathan's face out of her head when he saw her in nothing but her underwear. She could almost say his expression was...lust.
Jonathan sat on his bed, listening to the sound of the shower. He couldn't get that image out of his head. His little sister stood there in her lacy underwear, her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders. She was so beautiful. He knew he shouldn't be thinking this kind of stuff about his sister, but he didn't really care. He wondered what it would be like to have her. Jonathan groaned as he felt his blood run southwards.
Jonathan slammed his bedroom door shut before undoing his trousers and pulling out his cock. He began stroking it lightly at first, but once he got a rhythm going, he got faster. Images of Clary appeared in his mind. In her underwear, in nothing at all, in his bed, inside her. Jonathan moaned at the last image, he could hear her moans so clearly as if she was laying underneath him now, letting him take her. He climaxed, shooting hot cum out. How he wished he could shoot his load into Clary.
She was his sister. She was his.
As Clary lay down in her bed, her mind kept replaying Jonathan's reaction in her head. Many times she had tried to write it down to just the shock and embarrasment of seeing his little sister with barely any clothes on, but she couldn't ignore the way his eyes pierced, as if he were mentally undressing her. Clary shuddered, bundling herself down further under the covers. Just as she was about to start drifting off, she heard the floorboards creak outside her room. The door opened.
Jonathan walked in, wearing only pajama trousers. His white hair covered his eyes, making him look mysterious. He sat down on the edge of her bed, not saying a word. Clary thought he wanted to apologize for earlier, but couldn't find the right words. She moved upwards from out of the covers, leaning against the headboard.
"Jonathan?"Clary whispered, not wanting to break the silence completly. Jonathan looked up then, his dark eyes meeting her bright ones. His hand moved to her face, moving away a strand of her hair. Clary smiled slightly, she liked it when Jonathan was like this, kind and caring. But her smile quickly vanished as the same hand Jonathan had used came down to cover her mouth as he climbed up onto her bed and straddle her hips.
Clary was panicking now, not sure what was going on, why Jonathan was acting like this. The hand that Jonathan was not using to cover Clary's mouth quickly gathered both of Clary's hand and held them to the wall. He leaned in close to her, burying his face in her hair, inhaling it's scent. Clary struggled fiercly, not liking the situation she was in. Noticing her struggle, Jonathan's head shot up, inches away from her face.
"Don't bother. It's useless." Jonathan whispered menacingly, before moving his hand away from Clary's mouth, and placing his lips there instead. His mouth moved desperate against hers, trying to get her to open it up. Clary could do nothing but stare in shock, completely frozen. Her own brother was kissing her. This was not right, but Clary could do nothing to stop him. He was completely immersed in his task, feeling great pleasure from this sick act.
After a while, his lips hesitantly left hers. The lust in his eyes was so strong, Clary felt sick. He smiled at her in a sick way before moving to whisper in her ear.
"If you tell Mom or Dad about this, I will make you suffer. Understand, little sister?"
Clary shivered with pure fear. Not only was her brother commiting incestuous acts on her, but he was threating her too. Fearing what Jonathan might do to her, she slowly nodded. She could feel Jonathan smile against her neck.
"Good." He said, before letting go of her hands and getting up off the bed. He opened up the door, looking back at Clary one last time. "Sweet dreams, little sister." He said, before shutting her door, leaving her alone and afraid.
Clary had never been so scared in her life. The thought that her brother felt this way about her chilled her to the bone. Seeing that there was nothing to do, Clary let the tears stream down her face, and buried herself underneath the blankets. Why was he doing this to her?