AN: Thank you everyone who continues to support this story. It's been long and tedious but I'm finally content with how this chapter came out.
I decided to give you both boys' POV this chapter. Quite frankly, I am love with my Edward and Jasper. Hope you all feel the same about them…if not, then I must persuade you!
As much as I wish I owned Jasper and Edward, I don't; merely objects of my desires. I do however, own Liz, who I hope you love as much as I do.
Chapter 4: Undisclosed Desires
I know you suffered
But I don't want you to hide
It's cold and loveless
I won't let you be denied
Soothe me
I'll make you feel pure
Trust me
You can be sure
I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart
Edward
I had come to think that luck no longer existed in my world; in the world that I, along with my brother and sister, lived in. However, I was proved wrong this afternoon when father and mother returned home, both in seemingly good moods. Of course, by good mood I meant father barely acknowledging us. Which, that was always a good thing because it meant we hadn't done anything wrong and no one would be hurting in the immediate future. Granted, I don't think that any of us ever actually did something wrong to deserve the punishment shelled out by father almost daily.
Whatever his reasoning, he retreated to his office that was on the second floor of the house, and we all knew what that meant; he had work to do. When father worked at home, it was virtually silent in the house. We couldn't have the television or any music on.
I was so overjoyed with this turn of events, I felt like I could just I don't know, burst or something. After my little chat with Jasper this morning, him confirming what I had long since known, I knew I had to have the same talk with Eliza. Though, if I had been dead on about Jasper, there would be no fault when it came to my sister; we were closer, and I knew that girl like the back of my hand. I'm positive that if she and I were biologically related, we'd have been twins.
I found the perfect opportunity too. Mother and Jasper were outside in the back yard, mother working on her garden while Jasper mowed the lawn. It wasn't raining right now so it had to be done quickly. Liz on the other hand, was sitting in the living room among piles of clothing, hangers and laundry baskets. Every Saturday was laundry day; another one of Liz's 'jobs' as she called it.
"Need help?" I sat on the couch across from my sister, giving her the smile I knew she loved.
She silently accepted, scooting one of the baskets towards me as I began folding the clothes.
"Are you feeling better?" her voice was soft after we fell into a comfortable pattern of folding and hanging things.
I merely shrugged and she seemed to know what that meant. I had to admit, this morning's nightmare wasn't as bad as some of the ones I'd had in the past but, it was by no means easy. Then again, are nightmares ever easy to deal with?
"You're really amazing you know that Liz?"
She paused for a second, tilting her head "thanks?"
"No, you really are" I decided to just jump into this conversation about Jasper "the way you helped me and Jasper last night and this morning, you're such a beautiful person. Both on the inside and out."
I watched as the very mention of our brother caused her to stall a bit, a look of longing in her eyes. Yes, my little sister had it bad and she probably didn't even know it.
"You're my brothers" she sighed "I have to take care of you two."
Frowning, I leaned in closer to her "Liz" I took her hands in mine "the only person you need to take care of is yourself. You're far too precious to us."
She shook her head "Precious?"
"Yes, if anything were to ever happen to you, I don't think myself nor Jasper would ever forgive ourselves. We're both protective over you, and you know it."
To that, she smiled sadly "I just, love you both so much. I'm tired of all the pain but, I know that until the day that this all stops, I have to be strong and be there for you two whenever you need me."
"I know that you have to be strong for me sometimes Liz" she began to protest but I stopped her "but, sometimes you need someone to be strong for you too. You can't go through this alone and, I know that I'm not that strong and stable but Jasper" I paused, gauging her reaction; her eyes just remained fixated on our hands "Jasper is that rock to you; he can give you comfort and strength when you really need it."
She pondered my statement for a minute "Yes well, Jasper's great. I love him of course, just how I love you."
"Oh Liz" I laughed at her "I think you need to open your eyes little sister."
"What?"
"I see the way the two of you look at each other. There's something there. Longing, desire maybe?"
A beautiful blush crossed her face "Edward, I don't know about those kind of things."
"Well, maybe you're not aware of them but, I'm positive your body is well aware of them. Tell me Liz, I reached towards the top of my pile, grabbing Jasper's black shirt "I hold this, what does it do to you?"
"Edward, stop" she groaned "this isn't funny." She seemed a bit scared and I felt bad for her. Poor, innocent Liz.
"Tell me." I pressed "I assure you I won't laugh."
Taking a deep breath, she leaned in closer, her fingers grazing over the cotton material before looking up back at me "this morning Edward, something happened." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
Jasper hadn't mentioned anything and from the sounds of things, he hadn't tried anything. Curiosity got the best of me and I needed to know. I sat back as she explained, with very descriptive detail what had transpired between the two of them this morning.
"I was so sure he was going to try and kiss me but then, you woke up and all my focus went to you." The way she said it, I knew she didn't resent it but, she was definitely more confused now than ever "god Edward, is this wrong of me?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean."
"Lately, when his hands are on me Edward, I want more. And dear god when he was touching my stomach, moving around my shorts, I wanted nothing more than for me to move, making him slip inside and underneath." She rambled, her blush returning "as good as it felt though, something keeps telling me that this is wrong. That I shouldn't want my brother in that…manner."
"Liz, listen to me. I may not know a lot but, look around honey, our life isn't exactly normal. For a long time now, it's been the three of us together, trying to protect each other as best as possible. Did you honestly think that as we got older, the feelings you had for him weren't going to change?" this was the same thing I had told Jasper and from the look on her face, she knew I was right; she had just been hiding how she truly felt.
"How do you know all this Edward?" she shook her head, partly in disbelief.
"I'm a very keen observer. Besides, Jasper told me this morning about how he feels as well."
She swallowed nervously "he did? What did he say?"
"Ah, afraid not little sister. You'll just have to find out on your own."
"The thought of being with him, completely terrifies and excites me." she sighed.
"I understand completely and believe me, if he was gay, I'd fight you tooth and nail for him."
And just like that, the tension broke as she started laughing at my last statement "Edward, you're too much sometimes you know that?"
"Of course" I stood, leaning to kiss her forehead "you're such a lucky girl, Liz." I whispered.
She nodded "I really am. You two are the best brothers I could ever ask for. I love you both so much" she slide her slender arms around my neck, allowing me to bury my face in her neck for a few seconds.
"No wonder Jasper can't resist you, you smell incredible Liz" I teased her once I pulled away "hmm, I think maybe if I weren't gay, I'd be fighting him. Though, if he even so much as…"
"Edward!" she pushed me slightly "don't even think that. You know Jasper would never hurt me."
"Oh, I know that but if it ever happens that he does something to make you even feel the least bit sad, I'll kick his ass, Liz."
She looked at me questioningly before the two of us started laughing. The thought of my attempting to fight Jasper was quite comical. I'd never stand a chance. Hell, I'm positive Liz would stand a better chance than I did.
I knew Jasper would never intentionally hurt Liz, let alone do something physically damaging towards her but still, accidents could happen; emotional trauma could be just as damaging. Though, with everything we were going through, I knew Jasper would do everything he could to make her happy.
"Will you two shut the hell up!" a loud, thunderous voice came from upstairs and we both froze immediately, waiting for any sign of father coming down the stairs. When he didn't, we breathed a bit easier. We had lucked out; usually father yelled and hit us. He must've really been busy I suppose. Exchanging looks of relief, we went back to the job at hand, finishing it in relative silence. However, there was a tiny smile on Liz's face the rest of the time and we both knew exactly why there was a smile on her face.
I had set it up and now it was just a matter of time. Quite frankly, I was glad. It was time these two got a bit of happiness in their lives. If my sister was happy, then I was happy. Besides, they say that no good deed ever goes unnoticed so who knows, maybe there might be a bit of luck out in the world left for me.
One could only hope.
Jasper
Today was Sunday; it was quite possibly my most favorite day of the entire week. Why? Two simple reasons. One, Sundays meant getting to go out to somewhere other than school. Yes, while it was church, we'd take what we could get. Besides, being out in public meant father couldn't hit us. Not that we would ever dare of acting out but, we could breathe a little easier on Sundays.
The second reason as to why I loved Sundays was about to come down the stairs at any minute. I know it's rather selfish and maybe a bit sick for me to look forward to this but, I couldn't care less. For as long as Liz has been part of this family, it has been a 'requirement' that she wear skirts and dresses every Sunday; even when it was the dead of winter, she still had to wear them. To me, Liz always looks like the epitome of beautiful when she dresses like this. Don't get me wrong, she looks amazing every day but even more so today.
A small creak of the weak above told me that someone was about to come down the stairs. I looked up hopefully, a slight grin appearing on my face when I saw that it was in fact my sister. She walked quickly down the staircase, entering the living room to come site beside me so we could wait for everyone else. Before she sat down next to me, I took the five seconds available to examine her from head to toe.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
She was wearing a skirt and sweater ensemble today; black on the bottom, a white sweater on top. To perhaps keep her legs warm, they were encased in a pair of black tights. Sitting rather close to me on the couch, she gave me a soft smile and before I could offer her one back, my smile dropped as a frown replaced it.
Though some of her hair was down, the bruise on her cheek was still very prominent. I couldn't resist it and soon, was hand was resting gently on it, in almost the exact shape of my hand.
"It's going to start fading soon" she attempted to placate me but I was already angry with myself, with father; the bastard "it's okay, Jasper."
"Liz" I moved my hand down, gripping her upper arm gently "you always say that things are okay when you know damn well they aren't."
"I know" she looked down, away from me "it's just, I hate seeing you boys upset on my account but, look at the bright side, at least no one got hurt yesterday." it was such a twisted thing for her to say but we both knew that we had to be grateful that yesterday was the first day in awhile that father didn't lay a hand on any of us. He had been so consumed with work that he even ate dinner in there while we ate with mother in the dining room. It was such a wonderful feeling to eat and not watch our every move.
If we were so lucky, today wouldn't be too bad either.
My conversation with Edward came rushing back to me as I watched her. I was supposed to be trying to make her happy and forget this hell hole we lived in, not constantly remind her of it.
"You're right Liz, you are truly selfless girl" I came closer to her, wanting nothing more at that moment than to finish what I had started yesterday morning but, something in her eyes stopped me. She seemed nervous, hesitant and above all, scared. Scared of me kissing her or scared of us being caught I wasn't so sure. Not wanting to completely blow my chances, I settled for giving her an innocent kiss on her forehead; something I almost always did.
She seemed content with that but she knew I wanted more and something inside told me that she wanted more too. Question was, how much longer could I resist temptation?
Soon enough however, the rest of the family came down the stairs and it was time to go. I thought that mother always looked absolutely stunning wherever it was she went. It was clear where Liz got her strength from. Though Liz wasn't really her daughter, she still seemed to have many of mother's traits. They two very amazing women and I would do anything to keep them safe, as would Edward.
We arrived at church at the exact same time as every Sunday; just at the moment where most of the people were already seated and could watch as we walked in. We sat in the exact same pew, every Sunday since I was a kid. It never failed as we walked in for people to stare and smile. Most of them knew who father was. They admired him, praised mother and envied us. God, if only these naïve people knew the truth. That behind the timid smiles and nods, we were completely terrified.
Damn townspeople, they had no idea.
We sat in the same order every week too; father and mother first followed by Liz sitting between Edward and I. I think Liz liked sitting in between the two of us. She felt safe there.
Service started and as required, we participated fully. Though the three of us weren't exactly religious, we couldn't act otherwise in front of father. While Edward and I merely went along with it, Liz was another story. She had never been profoundly religious but I believe that it was her undying faith that made her the person she was today. Her eyes never faltered when the priest would speak nor would her mouth remain shut when it was time to sing or pray. Even softly, her voice was gentle, sweet and very pure. On more than one occasion, I had caught her crying during one of the sermons. Usually, they were the ones that had to do with being strong or believing that good would come into your life. I think she honestly believed that one day, all this would end and it'd all be better. As much as I wished for that too, I knew I couldn't look towards a fantasy when reality was so harsh to us. However, I didn't have the heart to tell her that.
Faith had long since left my vocabulary. After my mother died, it started fading away. The when father remarried, it all just about died the day he began hitting us all the time. I found it very difficult to belive in a God who could let such horrific things happen to innocent people like my sister and Edward. What justice was being served there? Whatever my issues with God were, I blocked them away as we sat in church, not wanting Liz to believe that I didn't believe a word of it all.
As we sat there for the fifty five minute long service, I couldn't help but let my eyes gaze over at Liz from time to time. She didn't seem to notice me because she was completely focused on what was being said. Every little moment she made, I noticed. Each time she crossed her legs, I had to keep my hands away from her, wanting nothing more than to run them up her soft legs that were covered by those damn tights. Sitting beside me, her scent would hit me every now and then, sending my mind and body into what could only be described as overdrive. I had to keep my focus elsewhere and my thoughts on anything other than Liz because the last thing I needed was to be completely aroused in both church and sitting beside the object of my desire.
Finally, but as always, too quickly, the service was over and the patrons began to file out, speaking to one another in happy tones. Edward, Liz and I followed silently behind mother and father outside the church and for the briefest of moments, I let my hand graze Liz's as we walked outside the church. The small blush that formed on her cheeks made her even more tempting to me. I knew then this wouldn't be able to last any longer. I had spent the last few weeks fantasizing about my sister in ways that I shouldn't be.
"Ah, Mr. Whitlock" we paused outside as the priest spotted us, jumping into a conversation with father "how are things going?"
"Very well" father smiled; he was a pro at this. He could play any part he needed to play. Right now, it was the role of happily married and loving father. They chatted for a few moments before he looked over at us, looking as if he wanted to say something.
"Oh, dear Eliza" he frowned "what happened to your face dear?" I heard her soft intake a breath as she stood there, completely emotionless. I watched as father glared at her, silently warning her that she was to say anything but the truth and make sure it was believable or else.
Shit, Liz say something!
Liz however, had no words. I knew that she would never be able to lie to a priest. In her eyes, it was like lying to God. In a split second, I knew I had to come to my sister's defense or there'd be hell to pay later.
"Actually father, she had a rather clumsy moment the other day while we were working in the yard. I left some tools out and she tripped on them, fell right on the pavement." I lied smoothly, the one trait I had inherited from father that actually came in handy.
"Yes" Liz nodded, speaking softly "I fell." I could feel her heart breaking with each word as she spoke. Honestly though, there was no way we could tell him that our father had made me hit my own sister for his own sick, selfish reasons.
"Well dear, you must be more careful then. You could really hurt yourself."
If only you knew…if only.
We all walked back to the car in silence, father having parked at the very end of the lot.
"Eliza" he grabbed her arm tightly as we stood beside the car "next time, get your act together young lady. Your brother is not to defend you." he pushed her away slightly, wincing when she bumped into the car door. I took two steps forward but Edward put a restraining hand on my arm.
"Don't" he whispered softly as we got in the car. Damn it, I hated this man! Liz sat silently in the car, hands folded in her lap. Her eyes were glistening but she didn't dare let a tear fall. If she did, father was liable to stop the car and hit her on the side of the road; it wouldn't be the first time.
Liz didn't deserve this. She never did anything fucking wrong and yet here she was, living a life on pins and needles. She deserved love and happiness and I felt it even more up to me to give it to her.
Pulling into the driveway, father didn't turn the car off. Rather, he turned back and glared at us "well, get the hell out." he spat, startling the three of us "your mother and I are meeting some friends. Now, get out." he hissed, and we moved as quick as we could out the car. Mother waved to us, a small smile on her face and we waved back.
We all knew what this meant. If mother was out in public, she was safe for a few hours and if we were alone, then we were also safe for a few hours.
We walked silently into the house, me wondering what would happen if I just packed up our things and left. Would Edward and Liz come with me? Would we even get very far before father caught up with us? Those questions would never have answers because I knew we'd never leave; we couldn't leave.
I thought for sure Liz would go on an emotional rant about father when we were inside but instead, she just headed towards the kitchen, shrugging out of her sweater along the way "I'll make you boys something to eat." she set her sweater over a chair. Her arms suddenly bare, you could see just how much physical and emotional stress she was under.
"Jasper, go" Edward nudged me "do something. She's hurting right now and she'll break if she keeps doing this to herself." I knew he was right. Liz hardly ever reacted to father's tirades anymore because she knew there'd be a new one tomorrow.
"Liz" I quickly made my way into the kitchen "Liz, look at me" I grabbed her hand, turning her to face me "come on, come with me?"
"I'm fine, Jasper. So please, stop okay?" turning away from me, she headed back to start grabbing things.
"Like hell I will. You're coming with me, now. You don't need to cook for anyone right now." Holding my hand out to her again, her eyes flickered from my hand to back to me a few times.
Finally with a sigh, she set down the things in her hand before just nodding and coming with me. By the time I had her upstairs and in my room, I could see her fighting back the lump in her throat as tear threatened to spill over.
"Liz"
"I can't Jasper, I already cried the other night. I don't want to anymore" pacing around the room, she looked completely lost and broken "it just isn't fair" her voice was weak, strained.
I wanted to tell her that sometimes life isn't fair but, that would seem to be a bit of an understatement for us. Life hadn't been very fair for quite some time now.
"It isn't good for you Liz" I gripped her hand gently, brining her to sit down next to me "you can't always be the strong one."
"I'm tired of crying, Jasper. I'm tired of it. God, I wish…I wish I could just die than have to deal with this, seeing you boys hurt!"
Oh she wasn't about to go there.
"Liz" I turned her so she could face me "don't you ever say something like that again. I don't know what I would do without here. You can't give up. You have so much faith and hope; I need you to keep believing. Not only for yourself but for me because damn it, I have nothing left without it."
"Jasper, I…" she looked down "I didn't mean it" her voice, cracking with every word she said, told me she was fighting desperately not to cry.
"Liz, darlin' please" I pulled her to me "it's okay to cry." I soothed, pressing her tighter against me and after a few seconds, her sobs were the only thing filling the room.
"Shh, I'm here Liz." I rubbed her back softly as she continued to cry "I'm here." I couldn't offer her words of this never happening again or that it'd be okay but, I could offer her comfort.
When her sobs seemed to subside a bit, I knew that right now would be the opportune moment to attempt to finish what I had started again. With my hand still on her back, I began moving it up and down along her spine slowly. She seemed to like that, if her breathing was any indication. The top she was wearing was thin and I could feel every breath she took.
Pulling away from me slowly, she looked up, waiting for what I was going to do next. I could not deny my sister anything and at that very moment, the only thing I saw in her eyes was sadness and desire. Testing the water, I placed my hand on her cheek and she responded immediately by leaning into it, her breath just about driving me crazy; warm, soft and all around sensual as she peered up at me through her lashes.
"Liz" I found it hard to speak with her staring at me like that "fuck, I can't….it's too hard."
She misconstrued my words and backed away from me, hurt written all over her face.
"I thought…but…" she stammered, standing up slowly. Anger swelled out of nowhere and in a split second, I was grabbing her, sitting her on my lap.
"No" I hissed at her "you're not leaving me, Liz. Not when I've wanted this for so long" pushing her hair behind her ears, I began with her bruise, barely touching the now black and purple skin with my lips, skimming over it gently before moving down towards her neck. Nipping at the small bit of flesh over her collarbone, she gasped, wrapping her arms around neck before slightly tilting her head to the side.
"Jasper" my name was like a prayer off her lips "I..this is…we shouldn't…"
"Fuck that" I grabbed her tighter, her legs planted firmly on either side of me "I want you, Liz. Do you want the same?" her skirt had been pushed up a bit and I couldn't help but running my hands up her still encased legs.
Please for the love of god, Liz say yes!! Please, please say yes.
"I...Jasper, I…please?" she finally mustered out. What she was asking me for, I had no idea.
"Is that a yes?" I needed to know. I didn't want to do anything she didn't want; no matter how badly I fucking wanted it.
She shrugged, confusion in her eyes. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I took her face in my hands, asking her silently if she still wanted out. If so, this was her final chance. When she made no attempt to move, I lowered her face to mine, and the moment our lips barely grazed each other, it was almost like this electric current that run through my body and I knew Liz felt it too.
Knowing there was no turning back now, I added pressure to each kiss I gave her until they were fully fledged and molded to each other. It was like a dance; slow, sensual and full of longing.
I didn't know if Liz had ever kissed a man before but hell, she was doing an amazing job; to the point where I was completely aroused with each little thing she did. So, when the shifted slightly in my arms, her hands moving up my neck and into my hair, I was two seconds away from ripping her skirt off and becoming one with her. While the need to be inside of her was tremendous, I knew it wasn't possible. If anything, I was lucky I was getting this kiss.
My arms around her waist, she kept shifting higher in lap until it finally got to the point where I was being pushed back onto my bed, resting flat on my back with Liz on top me.
"Oh" she whimpered against me when my hands slid down her back, over her ass and then back up again "Jasper…" without warning, she pulled away from me, her lips beginning to travel over my jaw and down my neck. She reached the base of my throat and began softly licking and sucking on the skin there.
"Oh, fuck" I gripped the back of her head, holding her to me, wanting nothing more for her to do this all day and night. It just so happened to be one of the spots that drove me completely insane. With one hand on her neck, the other reached in between us, slipping underneath the hem of her top. Slowly I moved, feeling her contract with each movement over her stomach. Just as I reached the silky material of her bra, barely grazing over the curve of her breast, she stopped abruptly before pulling away from me.
Staring down at me, confusion, lust and fear in her eyes, I knew I had both excited and terrified her just now.
Shit, I had gone too far too soon.
"Liz, fuck I'm sorry" I ran my hands of hers softly, not wanting to put too much pressure on her "I..shit, I didn't mean to let it go this far." Okay, so that was a damn lie but I didn't want to seem like a desperate pervert.
"Shh" she leaned down, pressing a finger to my lips "I'm not mad. I just um, got startled a little bit. I wasn't expecting that kiss to be so intense, let alone you touch me and it feel…" she paused, biting her lip, a blush forming on her cheeks, making her all the more tempting.
"What did it feel like" I asked before letting my tongue lick her finger tip. She opened her mouth to respond but when I did it again, her words seemed to disappear "did it feel good Liz?" I could hear my voice deeper, lace with all the desire I had for her as I spoke "tell me" I demanded, my hands on her hips.
"It felt so good. I want…I want you to kiss me all the time, Jasper. I want this feeling of warmth" she laughed nervously "I want to forget things, even if for a little while and when I'm with you, I forget about the world out there" she glanced up towards my bedroom door "just for a little while."
If possible, I would've gotten up and danced like a fucking giddy school child. For so long I had wanted her to say the words, that she actually wanted me too in the way I wanted her.
"Just tell me what you want, Liz." I knew had little will power when it came to her and she was beginning to see it too. Grabbing my hands in her own, she laced them before leaning back down, placing our intertwined hands on either side of my face.
"I want this" she looked down on me "me and you."
"Your escape?" fuck, I'd make her forget all the pain.
She shook her head, leaning closer, her lips hovering over my ear "our escape, Jasper."
Fuck, this girl was going to be the death of me.
"When did you turn into this vixen, little sister?"
To that, she merely laughed before sitting up full again "I am no such thing. I just, when I'm with you, I feel these things. Things I want to share with you. But Jasper" she frowned, moving off of me so I could sit up as well "is this wrong of us?"
I knew this was coming and quite frankly, I still had no idea. I suppose to a lot people, this would be considered immoral and wrong but to us, in a life filled with cruelty and pain, it didn't seem odd at all.
"I really don't know, Liz. I think that as long as we feel it's right, who cares what others think."
"Should we you know, keep it secret?"
"I think for now, yes. Especially here at home. We can only be together like this when father and mother aren't home. At school too, you know father has eyes all over the place. If it were to get back to him…"
"You're right. Secret then?"
"Secret. Damn it, Liz you don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you, to feel your skin on mine. You're so soft and pure and I want you to always remember that. I can always make you feel better, Liz. In more ways than one" I ran a hand over her cheek and down her neck "always."
Her breathing quickened for a moment or two before calming back down.
"Come on, Liz. What do you say to taking a nap before father comes back home?"
"Are you…sure?" she seemed hesitant.
"Of course. I'm not a deep sleeper and I'll set the alarm for an hour and a half. We'll have plenty of time."
"Okay" she stood off my bed, my puzzled expression causing her to smile "I um, can't sleep with these damn tights on" she shrugged before she started tugging them down her legs in front of me before tossing them across the room. She crawled back into bed, where I was already laying on my side. She perfectly molded her back against my chest. Her head right underneath my own, I was able to take in her delectable scent while my other hand couldn't resist and began moving up and down her leg; soft, warm I wondered if she would taste just as sweet as her lips had.
Pressed tightly against her, she obviously felt me. Still semi-aroused but she didn't say anything but I could sense her curiosity.
"Yes, Liz" I leaned down, kissing her behind her ear "you did that to me, darlin'."
She nodded slowly, grabbing my hand in hers and wrapping them both around her waist "I feel safe with you" she snuggled in closer to me, our scents mingling with one another as we kept each other warm.
"I'll always keep you safe, Liz." If it kills me, I'm going to make sure father never hurts you any more than he already has.
We soon drifted off, welcoming both the rest and break from our daily lives. We knew that when we woke up, we'd still be in the same life, the same reality but, even for an hour or so, if I could take Liz away from this all then it was all worth it.
Truth by be told, being with her calmed me. She was like a drug, my sister. She could speak and I'd hang on to her every word. She would cry and I would feel her pain. She would kiss me and I would long to be with her completely.
The desire to be with my sister was even greater now that I had kissed her but, we would have to go slow. She was so innocent and pure that I wasn't about to pressure her into doing things she had no experience in doing. For now, the fact that she was with me, meant the fucking world.
"I'll take away the pain…" I murmured in her ear before succumbing to sleep "I promise."
And so help me God, I was going to make good on that promise.
Longest chapter by far and I personally loved it. What did you guys think??
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