Day 2
Sunlight poured through the small gap of the curtains in Jonathan's room, slightly brightening up the dark room. Jonathan's eyes slowly fluttered open, his muscles tight and aching. Well, they would be after what he and Clary had gotten up to last night. Jonathan could remember every single detail; thrusting into Clary, feeling how tight she was around him, hearing her moans, her back arching as they came together. It had been the best moment of Jonathan's life, and he couldn't wait for the next round. Clary stirred in Jonathan's arms, but did not appear to be awake.
Jonathan looked down at his little sister who was wrapped up in his arms, her back right up against his stomach. Her wild red curls were clear evidence of last night, splayed out on her face. Unwrapping one of his arms from around her waist, Jonathan moved Clary's hair away from her face, her perfect porcelain face at peace. She was so beautiful. Pressing a soft kiss on her forehead, Jonathan reluctantly untangled himself from Clary, tucked her underneath the covers, threw on his boxers and went downstairs. He collapsed on to the black leather sofa, burying his hands in his face. Why couldn't Clary love him the way he loved her? Was it too much to ask? Maybe he had been a bit too harsh in his methods, but she just wouldn't listen to him. Jonathan felt a small pang of guilt at hurting Clary, she was his sister, he loved her, but he had hit her and abused her.
Jonathan could not even remember how long he had felt this way about Clary for. He had always looked after her when they were children, but soon the love he felt for her as a sibling melted away, and he realized he was in love with her. It must've been around the time of her 13th birthday. Jocelyn had permitted her to wear makeup for the day, so the two of them had been upstairs getting ready. Valentine and Jonathan had been in the garden, getting the food ready for the guests to arrive. He remembered Jocelyn walking out into the garden, and Clary behind her. She looked so beautiful. Her normally wild red curls had been styled and sprayed, delicately framing her porcelain face. Her lashes were long and thick with mascara, contrasting well with her emerald green eyes. Her cheeks were glowing with pink rouge, and her lips were also pink. She twirled around the garden in her short white summer dress, and Jonathan could swear she looked like an angel. This was the moment he knew he loved his little sister, he was in love with her.
He had to make it up to her. He had to prove to her how sorry he was for raping her. Starting right now. Jumping off the sofa, Jonathan scrambled towards the kitchen, pulling out everything he needed. Eggs, bacon, hash browns, beans, sausages, mushrooms. He was going to make them both a fried breakfast, something he had never done before, but really, how hard could it be?
After a few minutes of frying/cooking the food, Jonathan heard his bedroom door slowly creaking open and small, timid footsteps coming down the stairs. The small huddled figure of Clary stood awkwardly on the stairs, her bedraggled hair covering her face. She was wearing one of Jonathan's black shirts, hanging loosely around her thighs. She wasn't looking at him, and was more focusing on twisting the hem of Jonathan's shirt between her fingers. Deciding it would be better not to say anything to her, Jonathan continued making breakfast, he was almost done. He noticed Clary slip away into the lounge, sniffing as she went. She was crying. Jonathan wanted nothing more than to go in there, embrace her in his arms and beg for forgiveness, but knew she would repulse his touch if he went near her.
Scooping the food on to two plates, Jonathan picked them up and walked into the lounge, where Clary was curled up in a ball on the sofa, her back to him. Her body was shaking as she silently sobbed. Jonathan looked down at her with sympathetic guilt and put the plates down on the floor. As slowly as he could, Jonathan perched on the edge of the sofa and reached his hand out to stroke Clary on the back. As soon as their skin made contact, Clary turned around and flung herself at Jonathan with an animalistic howl and pushed him to the floor. Straddling his hips, Clary smashed her knuckles into Jonathan's jaw over and over again, her small hands inflicting not much pain physically, but emotionally, Jonathan was distraught. He was trying to apologize to her. But he could clearly understand why she was attacking him. He had stolen her virginity, something he had wanted her to give to him willingly. So he just led there, taking her punches until she eventually collapsed in a heap of tears on his chest. Jonathan wrapped his arms around his little sister as she cried, holding her tightly to him.
"Why Jonathan? Why are you doing this to me? I thought you loved me?"Clary choked through her tears.
"I do love you, Clary. I am so sorry for what I have done to you. Please believe me that it was never my intention to hurt you, I lost my temper when you refused my affections, and I would give anything to make you feel better." Jonathan anxiously said, his hands stroking the back of Clary's curls. He heard her take a deep breath and stifle an oncoming sob.
"I never know when to believe you, Jonathan. I believed what you said the other night, but then- but then you-" Clary was unable to finish her sentence as she recalled what Jonathan had done to her last night. Her own brother had stolen her virginity from her, in some sick twisted bid to prove that he loved her and they belonged together.
"I promise I will make it up to you, Clary. Starting now. I made us breakfast, so let's sit down together and eat, then well get ready for school." Jonathan murmured, kissing Clary on the head before sitting up, with Clary still sat on him. She gently rolled off of him and sat against the sofa, staring off into the distance. Jonathan gazed at her sympathetically, he had done this to her. Grabbing their plates, he sat next to her and encouraged her to eat. The two of them sat there in silence as they ate, unsure of what the future would bring.
"Clary, wait up!" A male voice shouted after Clary as she walked down the hall to her locker. Stuck in her own little world, Clary heard the voice but could not make the effort to turn around and see who was calling for her. She looked like a zombie, her expression somber, her once bright eyes now were dim and bleak. Gone was her carefree happy attitude, replaced with a dark, miserable husk of a girl who's brother had raped her and tried to make her see that it was his way of showing that he loved her.
"Clary!" The person had gotten closer to her, and was now standing in front of her. Jace. He was staring at her, worry clearly etched on to his face. Clary looked up at him, her face void of all emotion.
"Are you okay? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Jace asked, running one of his hands through his golden locks. Clary blinked at him.
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." Clary muttered, before turning to her locker and opening it.
"Are you sure you're okay, Clary?" Jace asked again, concern laced in his voice. No, Clary was not okay. She had been relentlessly tortured by her brother for days, and he had raped her last night and now he was trying to make it up to her.
"I'm fine, Jace, thanks for asking." Clary replied, fishing her books out of her locker before shutting it again. Jace smiled down at her, an adorable lopsided smile that made Clary's heart flutter in her chest.
"If you're sure, but remember that I'm always here if you need to talk." Jace said, before offering out his arm. "Come on, we'll walk to class together." Clary linked her arm with Jace and they both walked into their classroom, and she felt a little better than she had this morning.
"Okay, Clary, I want to try something with you." Jonathan said, after shutting the front door. Clary's breath caught in her throat. What did he want to do with her?
"What?" Clary asked, her voice barely audible. Jonathan smiled at her.
"Go upstairs and get changed, and while you're getting changed, put on a song that describes exactly how you feel. Then when you're done, I'll do the same." Jonathan said. Clary didn't really see the point of this, but in her mind, she had the perfect song. Nodding her head, Clary went upstairs to her room.
Pulling out the clothes she wanted to wear; denim jeans and her short sleeved black and white striped top, Clary grabbed the CD she was going to use. Evanescence: Fallen. Putting it into the CD player, Clary skipped the tracks until she found the perfect song. Haunted.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still can't find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know you're still there
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you, loving you
I won't let you pull me down
Hunting you, I can smell you - alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me, raping me, watching me
Watching me, wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you... loving you
I won't let you pull me down
The song's lyrics perfectly described Clary's thoughts and feelings. Jonathan was always watching her, and he made it pretty obvious that he wanted her. And while she feared him and the things he could or would do to her, he was her brother, and a part of her still loved him. And he had raped her, taken her innocence from her, something she could never get back. While it might be hard to accomplish, Clary was not going to let Jonathan pull her down. Clary walked downstairs into the lounge, where Jonathan was sat, his expression one of deep thought, his long index finger stroking his chin. He was pulled away from his thoughts when he saw Clary stood in the doorway. He stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into his down at her with sad admiration, Jonathan leaned down and kissed Clary gently on the lips, sucking on her bottom one. Out of habit, Clary's eyes closed as her brother kissed her, her arms gently resting on his shoulders. Pulling away from the kiss, Jonathan smiled down at Clary before walking upstairs to his room.
Clary collapsed on the sofa. What was wrong with her? After everything he had done to her, she willingly let him kiss her, not fighting back at all. Was she giving into his advances? Clary wondered if it would be easier to do so, let Jonathan have his way so she would not suffer anymore. But would she still suffer underneath his rules? Clary groaned in frustration. Why couldn't she be with someone like Jace? Why couldn't she be with Jace? Clary's stomach did a flip as she realized the truth: She liked Jace. Maybe there was some hope that her brother would not always be the one to kiss her, touch her, sleep with her. The song that Jonathan had chosen started playing, and Clary recognized it immediately. Cry Little Sister, by Gerard McMann.
A last fire will rise behind those eyes
Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie
Immortal fear, that voice so clear
Through broken walls, that scream I hear
Cry, little sister
Come to your brother
Unchain me, sister
Love is with your brother
Blue masquerade, strangers look on
When will they learn this loneliness?
Temptation heat beats like a drum
Deep in your veins, I will not lie
Little sister
Come to your brother
Unchain me, sister
Love is with your brother
My Shangri-Las
I can't forget
Why you were mine
I need you now
Cry, little sister
Come to your brother
Unchain me, sister
Love is with your brother
Jonathan walked down into the lounge, and straight to Clary, and he sat down next to her on the sofa. Clary couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. But Jonathan put his hands on either side of Clary's face, making her face him. Reluctantly, Clary met her brother's eyes. As soon as she did, Jonathan moved in closer to her face, ready to kiss her again. Clary put her hands on his muscular chest to stop him.
"What are you doing Jonathan?" Clary asked, her voice soft and weak. Jonathan regarded her with pity, his hands stroking her cheeks.
"I'm going to make up for what I did to you last night Clary. I hurt you, so now I'm going to pleasure you." He replied, resuming to move in for another kiss. In the back of her mind, Clary knew that she should stop Jonathan, but after so much pain and misery, she needed some sort of loving touch, and she didn't care where it came from. So when Jonathan's lips met hers, she did not resist him. She didn't kiss him back, but she let him kiss her. Jonathan eagerly suckled on Clary's lips, his hands tangled themselves in her fiery red locks. Clary's hands slid from Jonathan's shoulders to his neck,holding him as he kissed her. A deep growl emanated from the back of his throat as he picked Clary up, her tiny legs wrapping around his waist as he did so. Holding her close, Jonathan proceeded to walk back upstairs to his room.
Once they had entered his room, Jonathan fell down on to his bed, Clary led underneath him, her wild red curls spread out on the sheets. He dived back in for another kiss, rejoycing when he felt her kiss him back. Breaking the kiss, Jonathan tore his top off before taking off Clary's as well. His pupils dilated as he stared at his little sister led on his bed in a lacy white bra. He buried his face between her breasts as his tounge darted out to lick her cleavage. He felt himself grow hard when he heard Clary gasp. But this was about making her feel good, not himself. His hands went behind her back to unhook her bra, and when the clasp came undone, Jonathan wasted no time in playing with his sisters breasts, pulling and sucking as his sister writhed beneath him, moaning and gasping. Deciding her breasts had had enough attention, Jonathan undid the buttons and zipper on Clary's jeans, hastily pulling them down her legs. Now Clary was just in her underwear. Her breathing was extremely heavy as she looked up at Jonathan. This was so wrong. So why was he making her feel so good?
Yanking off her panties, Jonathan dove down to her pussy, his tounge violently playing with her clit. Clary's back arched right off the bed, her moans increasing in volume as she felt herself coming closer to the edge. Within a few seconds, Clary let out a shrill cry as she reached her peak, her back falling down on to the bed. She felt absolutely drained. Jonathan reemerged from between her thighs, licking his lips. He undid his trousers and let them drop to the floor, swiftly followed by his boxers. He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing another condom and sliding it over his length.
"This part is all about making you feel good, little sister." Jonathan reassured Clary before lying back down on top of Clary. Teasing her entrance with the tip of his dick, Clary found her hips arching involuntarily up to meet him. What was happening to her? As slowly as he could, Jonathan thrust himself into her. He wanted to take her fast and hard, but knew that he had to make her feel pleasurable, so he took his time. Clary moaned as Jonathan slid himself inside of her, filling her to the brim. Once he was completely inside her, Jonathan began to move back and forth at a snail's pace, slow, but firm. Clary's toes curled as she hooked her ankles around Jonathan's back, silently begging him to go faster. But Jonathan continued at the same pace, his breath speeding up and sweat dripping off his back. Clary panted loudly as she could once again feel herself about to have an orgasm. Sensing they were both close, Jonathan sped up his movements at the last second, and they both eruppted, Clary screaming and Jonathan shouting out her name.
Jonathan collapsed on top of Clary, still buried inside her. Clary had the overwhelming urge to throw up. She had just willingly had sex with her brother, and once again she had loved it. Throwing her head back in shame, she battled with herself not to cry. How was she going to get herself out of this one?
Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's the summer holidays so I've been busy 'socializing'! Huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed and favourited this story, you all mean so much to me! I seriously recommend listening to the songs mentioned in this chapter, they relate to the Jonathan/Clary pairing so well! Also, listen to 'Snow White Queen' by Evanescence, the song goes AMAZINGLY well with this pairing! Until the next time, my fellow incest shippers!-ImaginaryMoonlight :)