(Author's Note: Hola my readers. In the future, when I say "sibling", "brother", or "sister", Carrie and Victor are still only half-siblings. I get too lazy to type half- in front of everything all the time :U)
Days dripped by into weeks and weeks into months for both Carrie and Victor White. Whenever her mother went to work, Carrie would sneak away on the weekends to visit her brother. He enjoyed the visits as much as she did. Talking with him usually took the edge and stress of the torturous school and home week away. Victor always listened intently to what Carrie had to say and usually had a word or two of wisdom and encouragement for her. When Victor saw Carrie smile, his heart always leapt. During one visit, she had brought the picture of him glaring and the bush catching fire. He played it off as Ralph taking a picture at a weird moment. He wasn't too sure Carrie believed that, but the fact that she didn't push the issue further relieved him. He would tell her when the right time came. They both learned a lot about the other during their visits as well. Victor learned about Carrie's secret attic space and Carrie learned that Victor can be quite the prankster, even under the watchful eye of the asylum orderlies. The best part for them both was that, following her first few visits, the orderlies noticed a change in Victor. They first allowed him to move about without the strap on his eyes. A few weeks later, the chain cuffs came off. He kept the gloves, deciding they didn't bother him too much. He was happy and Carrie was happy for him.
The visits were always followed by a dream during the night. Since summer vacation had rolled around, the visits and dreams became even more frequent. Because of the dream realm, the siblings grew closer at an even faster rate. They could talk and act freely without repercussion. Carrie had grown fairly used to hugs and was even beginning to allow Victor to rest his arm around her. All through the summer, Carrie had managed to keep Margaret from finding out where she had been going. She came close one time, but thankfully, she just pulled Carrie to read together from the Bible. Hiding her visits from her mother gave her a small thrill. Defying Margaret even the smallest amount gave Carrie a sense of control that she'd never, ever had before.
Now, it was the last day of summer vacation, and the White siblings sat together under a large oak tree in their shared dream realm.
"Are you looking forward to starting school tomorrow?" Victor asked.
Carrie looked up to him. Her cheek was still pressed to his chest. She swallowed hard and shook her head. "No..." She quivered slightly, which prompted the older White to hold her closer.
He rested his head atop hers then turned to nuzzle into her hair. He'd been doing that a lot recently. He spoke into her hair, "Those girls, Sue Snell and Chris Hargensen, right?"
She nodded again then paused and shook her head.
"It's not just them. It's everyone. They all... They all make fun of me," she curled up further against Victor, "Crazy Carrie. Creepy Carrie. Carrie the Freak." Her bottom lip quivered. "They write all kinds of nasty things on my lockers and-and..." Tears began to form in her eyes and roll down her cheeks.
Victor frowned with every insult listed off, but as soon as he saw her tears, his gaze softened. He lifted her head with one hand and wiped her eyes with the other.
"Carrie... Why do you let them get away with saying stuff like that?"
Carrie shuddered and lowered her gaze.
"It's e-easier to keep quiet than to try to fight back... M-Mama always told me to know my place."
The strawberry blond frowned and leaned down so that his forehead was pressed to hers. He felt her breath on his lips and she felt his. Warmth.
"You can't always be everyone's doormat Carrie." His response was a quiet whimper. "If you do, they'll just keep walking all over you." He pulled back enough to meet her gaze. God she was pretty. "You're too pretty to let tears mess it up."
Carrie flushed and looked away. Compliments always made her feel wary, even Victor's, though to a lesser degree. She shook her head and attempted to pull away.
"No, I-"
"Yes," he coaxed her face towards him, "you are." Their lips met. Victor's eyes closed but Carrie's were wide open. Her cheeks were bright red. Her mind crashed. She didn't know what to think or feel at that moment. The landscape around them changed in various ways, the colors of the sky crackled and blended together. The wind picked up. Leaves fell from the tree then reappeared. It was only after a minute did all of her senses return. Victor! Her brother! She clamped onto his shoulders and pushed. This is wrong! She pushed again, already hearing Margaret's voice.
"Kissing leads to intercourse!" it screamed, "Lying with thy brother is forbidden by God, Carrie!"
Carrie pushed Victor again, harder. This time, he broke the liplock and opened his eyes. He stared at Carrie, no signs of worry etched anywhere on his features. He couldn't help but chuckle at her flustered expression. Cute. He sat and watched as she tried to make sense of it. She stood, eyes never leaving him.
"T-That was wrong...!" Carrie took a step back.
Victor stood and shrugged.
"It didn't feel wrong," he replied.
Carrie stared incredulously and turned. She took a few steps away before feeling a strong hand grab her upper arm. She gasped and yelped a bit.
Victor stared at the back of her head and seethed when he felt an invisible force clamp on his hand and fingers. He stifled an amused laugh and instead groaned quietly as he pushed against the force with his own. Slowly, it dissipated and he turned Carrie so that they were looking eye to eye once more. He spun and pressed her back against the trunk of the tree."
"Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn't enjoy that even a little bit."
Carrie's lips trembled and her eyes darted to and fro. Saying she didn't like it would be a lie, but it was wrong.
"Carrie."
The blonde clenched her eyes shut and shuddered. She couldn't bring herself to answer him. She tugged weakly at her arm, only to be pushed into further into the tree trunk. Carrie's heart beat erratically. She felt her head being tilted up. Her eyes locked onto Victor's. Their lips met again. Carrie's body tensed. Her emotions were everywhere. This is wrong! But it feels so nice. It's a sin! Kiss him back. I don't- Yes you do. Carrie whimpered as her eyes fell closed. Trembling hands raised to grip into the fabric of Victor's shirt. Her feelings and emotions were waging war, but the longer the kiss lasted, the further she felt her anxiety slipping away. Victor's voice came in whispers between kisses.
"It's a dream Carrie..."
Their lips met for another few moments, then the whisper hissed in her ear.
"Your dream."
Another kiss.
"Our dream. No one to tell us what to do... What to think... What to feel..."
Carrie gasped when she felt heated lips against her neck. Why was she feeling this way? So hot... An involuntary moan spilled from her lips when Victor's tongue graced over the pulse of her neck.
"V-Victor..."
"Carrie..."
She didn't remember how or when it happened. One second, she had Victor kissing her against a tree, the next, they were in bed. She was on her back. He was on top. Inside of her. It had hurt immensely at first then... Then it started to feel really, really good. Her pants mixed with his in the air. His fingers locked with hers as he thrust himself into her. Carrie whimpered with pleasure when Victor kissed and nipped at her neck. Her free hand dragged itself across his back. She heard him curse and the sound was quickly followed by a groan.
It felt so strange to the younger White. She felt so full. So good. She gasped loudly when she felt Victor's head strike at her gspot. Too good! She pulled her hand away from his and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She held her brother closer. She could feel his heart beating in sync with hers. Carrie buried her face into his shoulder and released several loud, pitchy moans.
Victor gripped the pillow behind Carrie's head. It singed slightly. Neither of them noticed. She was so tight. Every time he withdrew, her slick womanhood drew him back inside even faster. He moaned into the charging air, angling his hips to better allow him to strike at her sensitive inner nerves. He felt her clench around him with every forward thrust. His lower body began to tighten. His pace grew wilder and more erratic. He leaned down and licked at the pale flesh of her neck before impacting his teeth.
Carrie's insides convulsed hard around her brother's shaft. Her body grew hotter. Her arms tightened around his body and pitchy whimpers spilled into the air. She gasped and arched up when she felt his teeth driving into her skin. Her mind was swimming and every sense was on overdrive.
'What is this?!' she thought frantically, but the thought was frazzled amongst a blur of euphoric emotions.
The blonde dug her nails into Victor's back and screamed as her orgasm over took her smaller frame. She clung to him for dear life. This felt so good! She pressed herself up into him then froze when she felt him hilt hard against her.
Victor grunted and hissed loudly as his final, powerful thrust caused him to spill himself into her. Every muscle tensed as he painted his sister's inner walls with his seed. His cheeks were just as heated as hers.
Their mutual release lasted for several long, pleasurable seconds. When both were finally sated and spent, Victor slowly opened his eyes and offered her a languid smile.
"Carrie, that was-" he stopped mid sentence when he noted her expression. "Carrie?"
Her eyes were wide and her features were etched with nothing but guilty shock. She had shared a dream, an intimate dream with her brother. She shook her head, slowly at first then thrashed as her head's shakes got faster.
"T-That was wrong...!"
Tears began to well up in her eyes. A pain surged through Victor's chest upon seeing her beginning to cry.
"Carrie I-"
"NO!"
"NO!" Carrie's voice was shrill as her eyes shot open. Several items placed around her room toppled violently to the floor. She panted heavily. She felt uncomfortably hot. She whimpered and curled up, eyes darting back and forth around her room. The dull blue of morning was beginning to peak through her curtains. She shifted then froze when she felt something between her legs. With a shaky hand, Carrie hesitantly let her hand wander beneath her blanket. She gasped and curled up tightly, hand swiftly withdrawing upon feeling that the crotch of her panties were wet. Tears were pouring freely now. Because of the sex education classes at school (which she was able to take without Margaret finding out), she knew what had happened. Even though it was just a dream, she felt so dirty. Through her dreams she had sinned. What would Margaret say? Carrie shuddered violently at the thought. She couldn't tell her mother. She couldn't.
With her thoughts focused on her dream, Carrie didn't realize that Margaret had shown up sometime when she had started crying and was standing in her doorway. The thin woman crept over to her daughter's bed and sat on the edge. She watched wordlessly as Carrie's eyes darted up to her. She said nothing as Carrie whimpered and scrambled to cling to her mama. Margaret combed through Carrie's blonde tresses as she cried into her lap, much like a young child would. Occasionally, the older woman would offer nothing more than a soft "shh".
Carrie trembled as she cried on her mother. Margaret's actions seemed warm, but she felt so cold. Her eyes widened then quickly clamped shut. Does she know? The younger White swallowed hard and silently prayed that she didn't know.
Victor laid on his cot, cheeks crimson red and breath coming in low pants. He had fucked his sister. Albeit in a dream, but still. He could feel her subconsciousness tugging him in and wanting to push him away. She wanted it, but felt guilty immediately afterwards. The strawberry blond frowned. His teeth clenched.
"Damn it!"
He rolled onto his side and grunted, only to push into a sit and rip his shirt from his body. He was too hot. Not only from his dream. He exhaled heavily and glared through the barred window in his room. He was angry. At himself for even drawing Carrie in like that then being the cause of the extreme shock and guilt he could tell she felt. At Margaret for putting him where he was. At life, for making Carrie his half-sibling. She's attractive. Very. Attractive. And Victor wanted her for real. He throbbed beneath his pants and growled. He wanted her body, her affection. He wanted her love. Smoke wafted slightly from his nostrils. The corners of his mouth twitched, as did his right eye. He was finally freed of all the restrictive bullshit they made him wear. He could feel. He flashed his teeth. He could see.
He lifted into a stand, ignoring the sticky feeling in his underwear. He'd be changing soon enough. He padded over to his room door and placed a hand on the metal frame. Victor stroked the frame once then glared and drew his hand back. It shot forward, causing the door to blow from its hinges with the aide of a bit of telekinesis. His eyes darted to and fro when he heard the alarms going off. Frantic voices soon followed. He grinned. Time for him to leave this cramped establishment and get to what he wanted most. He started running.
