So I know I have lots of stories I should be writing right now but lots of people have been taking on the theme of incest in their stories and I have always wanted to try it out but never knew how to go about it, well now I do! If you guys are not okay with incest then don't read this but I really hope you do!
I just wanted to try twisted fucked up characters for once x)
I'm used to writing all of my stories in past tense but I wanted to try present tense so if I slip into past tense please tell me! It's slightly different getting used to it!
This story's rating is M for sexual content, extreme themes, swearing & violence.
I don't own TMI or its characters.
Chapter 1
Clary – 8 years old.
Jace – 11 years old.
"Clarissa, stop running in the house!" Jocelyn yells at Clary. Jocelyn doesn't let Clary call her Mom and Jocelyn will never use the name 'Clary'.
"But Jocelyn I'm so bored! Why won't you ever let me leave the house?" Clary cries.
Jocelyn has never let Clary leave the house. Jocelyn says it's because Clary is too young but she knows that's a lie. Clary has an older brother. His name is Jonathan but everyone calls him Jace, except for mother of course. Clary only calls Jocelyn 'mother' in her head and Clary knows mother lets Jace leave the house whenever he wants.
He would leave the house when he was her age too, so why can't she leave? Jace is mothers' favourite child. Ever since daddy left us mother has been so mean to Clary. She says it's Clary's fault that he left. Because he wanted young and she was getting old. She said it's because Clary was young and looked like her. Clary didn't understand. She was only five. She just wanted her mommy and daddy to love her.
Jocelyn never lets her spend much time with Jace. She says she wants her to feel the way she felt when daddy left her, so she steals Jace away from her.
"Shut your god damn mouth Clarissa. You can't leave the house because you don't deserve to leave the house. If you're bored wait for Jonathan to come home. Maybe I'll let you play with him." Mother has become so cruel after daddy left. She smacks her sometimes. She'll never hit Jace though. He doesn't look like daddy though. She always says she wished he did.
A few hours later while Clary is playing in the attic upstairs Jace walks through the front door. Clary has been waiting for this moment since she woke up and found Jace gone already. Clary thinks of Jace as her protector. He is her angel. Clary loves him very much and hates when mother takes him away.
"Oh my boy! You're home!" Jocelyn runs over to Jace, shrieking. She brushes the rain of his face and runs her hands up and down his body to warm him up. It's obvious he's been out in the rain on purpose. Clary watches from the top of the stairs as Jocelyn takes care of Jace. Clary's anger spikes up. She wants to run down there and push Jocelyn out of the way and take care of Jace herself. She hates that her mother will never let Clary spend much time with Jace. Mother always takes Jace for herself.
"Hello mother." Jace welcomes Jocelyn, shivering in his boots. He looks over mothers head and spies Clary on the top of the stairs. He gives her a short smile and turns away to look at mother. When Jace does this Clary feels her inside twists. That's my brother, she thinks.
"Jonathan! What appalling things have you been up to? You are soaked to the boot!" Jocelyn exclaims.
"I was just out with a few friends," Jace explains, "nothing to worry about."
"I didn't think you'd come in so late!" Jocelyn leans over to leave a big kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry me like that again."
"Okay mother." Jace sighs.
"I suggest you go upstairs and shower up and deal to Clary would you? She's been a pain in my backside all day. I need you to shut her up." Jocelyn huffs as she hangs up Jace's wet coat and sets the fire on.
"Of course I will mother." Jace bows out and heads up the stairs.
Clary's heart begins to race as she hears Jace's footsteps get louder against the concrete stairs. She heads towards her room in the attic. Jocelyn gave Clary that room to keep her isolated. She knows that.
"Do you want me to chase you Clary?" She hears Jace say. She can imagine Jace's infectious grin.
She begins to run up the stairs faster.
"I'm coming after you!"
She almost reaches her door.
"You have nowhere to hide!" Jace yells.
She opens the door and runs under her bed. Her childlike mind makes her believe Jace won't see the lump of her body under the covers.
"Clary, Clary, Clary, where are you?" She hears Jace taunt.
She bites her lip trying so hard not to laugh, but it's getting harder. She hears herself giggling but believes Jace won't be able to hear her.
"What's that lump under the bed?" She hears Jace question. "It can't be Clary, can it?"
Suddenly the covers are ripped off her and she squeals, laughing her head off.
"There you are!" Jace beams at her and hugs her tight. "How was your day?"
"Boring. Sad. Like it's been for the past three years. I missed you today." Clary frowns.
"I missed you too Clary pie." Jace sighs.
"Why couldn't you come home early today?" Clary asks desperately.
"Sorry sweetie. As much as you hate being in this house, I hate it more. Mom has become odd. You know that. But one day I promise I'll get us both away from her. Do you have any new bruises?" Jace asks her gently. His soft golden eyes drift over her like a caress. It makes her suddenly warm and fills her with love. This is what she waits for when she gets to see Jace. She hasn't felt a presence of love from anyone except Jace since her daddy left her.
"Yes. My left arm has a few bruises and my stomach." Jace furrows his eyebrows and frowns at her.
"I don't understand why she does this." Jace mutters to himself. He grabs her arm gently and softly runs his hands over her bruises.
"Neither do I, but it is okay, I'm used to it," Clary shrugs. "Does she hurt you?"
Jace's eyes widen like he didn't expect her to ask that. She knows Jocelyn hurts Jace too. She hears the painful moans and groans from Jocelyn's room when Jocelyn forces Jace to go with her and takes him away from Clary. Sometimes Clary hears Jocelyn moan too. She never asks though. She would never have the courage.
Jace tightly coughs, "No sweetie, she doesn't touch me. Would you mind lifting up your shirt off so I could see the bruises on your stomach?"
Clary nods quickly wanting Jace's soothing touch. She aches for it. She slowly reaches over to lift her shirt up carefully so she didn't irritate her bruises. Jace sucks in a deep breath as he eyes the purple-green bruises on the side of her stomach.
"Jesus, they're getting worse." Jace whispers. "Let me get some soothing cream. Maybe it'll help. You should stay in bed for the next few days though little sister."
"I'm sick of being stuck in this house. Jocelyn never lets me leave. It's been over two years since I have." Clary cries, close to tears.
"I know I know." Jace runs a calming hand through Clary's red curly hair and the tension slowly falls from her shoulders. "Soon I'll get us away from here, I promise."
He leaves the room and quickly comes back with the soothing cream. "Turn on your side."
Clary turns onto her good side and Jace pushes her shirt up. He squirts some cream on to his hands and rubs them together. His cool hands press against her skin and begin to rub small gentle circles. Clary lets out a ragged breath of relief and then whimpers.
"Am I hurting you?" Jace asks softly.
"No, it feels nice." Clary says, smiling softly.
"I'm so sorry I can't take care of you like this all the time." Jace whispers sadly.
"It's okay." Clary mutters, too blissed out to care.
Ten minutes later after Jace has tended to Clary's wounds Jace leaves to take a shower.
Clary hears the water of the shower running and wishes she could take a shower whenever she wanted. Jocelyn only lets her take a shower once a week which leaves her feeling greasy and disgusting. She doesn't know how Jace can stand to be around her. Maybe it's a good thing she's not allowed to leave the house; people wouldn't want to be around her anyways.
The water stops running and through the open door of the attic Clary watches as Jace leaves the bathroom as steam erupts around him. She watches the water stream down his golden tan skin. His towel hangs low on his hips. He is very skinny and lean for his age. He has smooth skin and beautiful features. Clary imagines when he goes to school that many of the young girls would have crushes on him. Clary has to learn at home, when Jocelyn can be bothered. For a quick second Jace looks up at the attic door and meets eyes with Clary. Clary has to catch her breath. Clary has always loved his eyes, full of love and attention. He smirks at her quickly and continues to walk straight into Jocelyn's room.
Hmm, strange.
Clary – 11 years old.
Jace – 14 years old.
It has been almost six years since Clary has left her house. Things have changed over the past three years. She began to grow breasts a few months ago. Jocelyn refuses to buy her a bra or even a training bra. Jocelyn tells her she has to stay the little girl her daddy wanted her to be so she ignores any traits of Clary growing up. Clary notices she also has more hair around her pubic area, legs ad under her arms, fortunately Jocelyn has shown Clary how to get rid of that hair. She also lets Clary shower when she wants now, thank God; however, Jocelyn still makes Clary wear her clothes from when she was younger.
This frustrates Clary a lot as she barely fits in them. When she wears them her midriff is exposed and her nipples poke through the thin material of her clothes. She feels embarrassed whenever Jace walks by. She notices that he tries not to look but it's not his fault her body is put on display so obviously.
Her relationship with Jace has also changed. They barely see each other. Jace has become busy with his own life and with his relationship with Jocelyn. He has no time for Clary anymore. The things he once promised her have long been forgotten. She believes she is slowly going mad. How can someone go so long without companionship? Jocelyn however still treats her badly. Bruises are never ending on her body, but now she doesn't have Jace to make her feel better. Clary only has herself to depend on now.
She doesn't think of Jace as her protector anymore. She has grown up from that. Jace still attends school and goes out with his friends but Jocelyn is even more protective of Jace than she used to be. She hates when he goes out with his friends but refuses to get angry at him. Jocelyn never wants to upset him.
Jace has changed too. He has more facial hair. He has more muscles. He is leaner than ever. He is even more beautiful. He walks with an air of tightness. He is bigger than he used to be. Clary thinks he may have a girlfriend now.
Even though Jocelyn still treats Clary badly, she tends to ignore her more than ever, which to be honest, is better for Clary. She is completely isolated and she is better off like that. Clary tends to get the worst treatment when Jace has done something Jocelyn doesn't like and then she just takes it all out on Clary.
Late at night when Jocelyn and Jace believe Clary is asleep, Clary hears their voices softly drifting into their room. She can never hear them properly though. What she does hear is their moans from Jocelyn's room. This deeply upsets Clary. She hates the idea of Jocelyn hurting Jace but she cannot do anything about it.
Jace had become moodier and more unsettling over the years. When Clary turned nine, Jace had slowly started making less time for her and more time for Jocelyn and him. She didn't think he meant to but he just slowly forgot about her. Now they occasionally pass each other in the hall with quick glances.
Long gone are the moments when he would play games with her so she wouldn't feel so trapped and long gone are the moments when he would tend to her wounds so carefully. She couldn't blame him though. If she had the opportunity to leave the house everyday if it meant leaving him behind she might have gone for it too, just maybe.
Clary grabs a towel from her rack and some clean clothes and heads towards the bathroom to shower. Her long hair falls down to her butt. It is unruly, wild and everywhere. She wishes that just once Jocelyn would let her use her hair dryer or hair straightener. Clary turns the shower tap to a lukewarm setting so it won't burn her cuts. She sighs as she steps into the clean, refreshing water.
She cleans herself with the soap all over her skin and scrubs some shaving cream under her arms, on and between her legs and shaves the hair off. She spends some extra time in the shower knowing that only Jace is at home at the moment and he won't say anything about her lounging in the shower. Jocelyn only gives her ten minutes to shower and then she cuts off the water supply. Clary hated the times when she still had conditioner in her hair and Jocelyn cut her off.
Clary steps out the shower and dries herself with the towel and wraps another one on her head. She quickly puts on the vest Jocelyn bought her a year ago that barely fits and exposes her midriff and makes her nipples poke through with a pair of night shorts. She steps out of the bathroom, the steam suffocating her and she notices Jace standing there in the hallway. She squeaks quietly and her heart skips a beat like it always does when she sees him.
The last time she saw him was a week ago. He always comes home after she is in bed, leaves before she wakes up and when he is home he spends all his time in Jocelyn's room. She doesn't understand why he even has his own room when he spends so much time with Jocelyn. Nope, Clary says to herself, no, that's not jealously. But he's my brother. Mine. But he's her son. Clary sighs inside as she looks over at Jace. He looks rugged and handsome. He quickly looks up at her and they meet eyes.
"Hey." He says, his voice so deep from reaching puberty. Jocelyn taught her that in short detail when Clary woke her up crying about her first period. She had thought she was dying at first or had vaginal cancer, if that even exists. She then told her that boys and girls go through this process of change and that was her science lesson over.
"Uh, hi, hiya Jace." She feels like face palming her head against the wall.
"Hey Clary." She watches as his gaze skims up and down her body. She feels vulnerable with her body on display like this, her nipples taut and obvious in front of him. She feels herself burning up under his gaze. His face barely changes expression though.
"Haven't seen you in a while." She gave him a meek smile.
The last time they exchanged words was four weeks ago and it wasn't a pretty conversation. It made her nervous as she seemed to be in a similar situation.
"God damn it Clary cover the fuck up you look like a slut." Jace growled at her as he noticed parts of her that he shouldn't have been noticing. The tension in this house was getting crazy.
"If I had clothes that fit me I would!" She yelled back at him. Angry that he was yelling at her for something that was not her fault.
"Maybe if you stopped pissing mother off so much she'd buy you clothes that actually fit you!" He yelled.
"What did I do to piss her off, huh? Nothing! Nothing!" She cried.
"Shut your fucking mouth! Just fucking shut it! Maybe you should just drop dead!" His eyes blazed at her.
She gasped in shock and recoiled. Regret flashed in Jace's eyes but just as quickly disappeared as he walked away.
Later that night, she was sure she felt someone kissing her forehead and apologizing over and over again, but she was so deep in sleep she knew she must have been dreaming, or wishful thinking.
"Yeah I've been busy," Jace said flippantly. "There's food in the kitchen. Mother won't be home until morning so I'm heading out for the night in a while. I just wanted you to know you'd be home alone."
"Alright." Clary quickly nods her head. Jace once again looks up and down Clary's body. She thinks he's remembering the last time we spoke and argued but she doesn't think he will bring it up. He scares her a lot recently.
Jace suddenly steps towards her and roughly grabs her around her waist and pulls her into him. She gasps as his arms wrap around her body, holding her so delicately. She can feel her nipples pressed against his chest, her heart beating crazily and a throbbing sensation in her lower abdomen.
"I miss you," Jace says, his face in her neck, sniffing her hair. "A lot, little sister."
After the initial shock of being hugged after two years she croaks out a "me too,"
"I'm sorry about everything. I'll be around more often." His eyes promise as he searches her gaze. With that, he walks away.
Whoa! First chapter done! I've never written things with such subtle fucked-up-ness lol! As you can tell something is going on with Jace and Jocelyn. This chapter was mainly a set up for the story, more plot will be developed on. Next chapter Jace will be 16 & Clary will be 13. I hope you guys like this and don't think it's fucked up! As I said I find incest an interesting concept and wanted to try it out. Don't worry guys a romantic aspect will come soon. In the next chapter we will get more of a Jace perspective. I hope you like it! Review please :)