Warning: Material rated M for violence, sexual content, and incestual references.

Chapter 26

Jonathan's Secret

The group ate the dinner quietly at the long marble table. The atmosphere was tense and Jace swore he could feel Jonathan's eyes boring into him. Clary sat in-between her father and boyfriend while Jonathan sat across from them. Jace's shoulders tensed as Jonathan opened his mouth to make small talk. "So how's mom Clary?" Jonathan asked. Jace watched Valentine's demeanor which had begun to soften during the meal change and harden. "Umm, she is fine. She wanted me to tell you that you are welcome to visit once in a while." Clary replied. "I'll think about it," Jonathan smiled glancing at their father. "Wow. How thoughtful of you." Clary spat rather annoyingly. Jace looked down uncomfortably. It goes to show you that no matter how bad your situation was there were worse ones to be in. At least James and Amatis were nice. The poor blonde tried to change the subject. "Mr. Morgenstern, Clary and I are going to be going to Chicago this weekend. Do you recommend anywhere?" Jace asked trying to change the subject. Valentine's cold glare centered on Jace. Although Clary's father wasn't very fond of Jace he was visually grateful for the subject change. "It depends on what you want to do I suppose. I mostly go on business." He replied.

"Want some suggestions that don't involve nightclubs rock star?" Jonathan chuckled. Clary shot Jonathan a warning while swiftly kicking him under the table. "Down Jonathan." Valentine scolded. Clary's brothers posture retracted as his lips formed a single smirked. Jace returned Jonathan's glare with a smirk of his own. If he wanted to play then so be it, time to take the gloves off. "I've only been to one nightclub in Chicago. I was trying to find things Clary would enjoy. Care to make some suggestions, bonehead?" Jace asked remembering Clary's childhood nickname for him. At this Clary covered her mouth unsuccessfully holding in her giggle. Jonathan didn't look amused. "Well if you'll excuse me I have a video skype call with a real estate agent." Jonathan got up swiftly excusing himself from the table. Clary watched her brother leave with bated breath. She missed her old brother, the one who would play dress up and protect her. The man that was walking away from her now was shallow, disingenuous, and bitter. She made it a point to go and talk to him after Jace had gone to bed. "I can't believe you said that." She smiled. Jace shrugged. "He asked for it. Didn't think he would give up so quickly. It was only playful banter after all." He replied.

"Jonathan isn't used to being challenged. He has quite the temper, it would be wise not to anger him." Her father spoke standing up. He didn't look mad just unamused. "If you'll excuse me. I think it best to talk to him before things get out of hand. He is being quite rude." Valentine spoke leaving the room. Clary frowned looking down at the table. "I'm sorry baby. We will be gone tomorrow and if it makes any difference, I am glad I'm here. I wouldn't want you going through this alone." He replied throwing his arm around her shoulder. They made their way back to the guest room while Clary excused herself to go and take a shower. She needed some alone time to think. Jace was right of course. She wouldn't have the strength to be here alone. Jace really was a godsend. She never imagined things working out so well for them. She had been falling for Jace since the moment she met him and it scared her. She knew nothing good would come out of falling in love with him but here she was, all the same. In love with a man who was sure to break her heart the same way, her father had broken her mother's. She had honestly thought he would have left by now. Made up some reason to leave early leaving her alone to fend for herself. That is what her father and brother did. If anyone wouldn't leave her she would have staked her life on it being her brother, yet he did just that. What was love if you could just abandon the people you say you care about? Love never lasts, it makes fools out of all of us. Jace was nice to have around and yes she did love him. For how long she felt that way she didn't know. She couldn't take the risk telling him how she felt, though. She wasn't strong enough for that. She just hoped that one day she would find someone to change that. The way that Simon and Isabelle had found each other. Maybe Jace was that person, maybe he was not. Shaking her head Clary pushed the thoughts away.

Clary had gotten out of the shower and found Jace sleeping on the bed. She gave him a soft kiss on the head before getting changed. Putting on a pair of short shorts and a tank top she deposited the towel back in the bathroom. The soft cotton felt welcoming against her warm skin. She ran her fingers through her damp hair letting it fall down her back. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. It had taken her years to accept her appearance. Her mother had always been so lean and beautiful. Clary often felt like the ugly duckling until she turned seventeen. Then her carrot-red hair darkened to a dark auburn and her figure filled out. She was pretty now but she didn't see what Jace saw in her. She was no supermodel or actress. She was just Clary and the thought that he liked her for being just herself scared her a bit. In a society of everyone wanting something from you, she managed to find someone who just liked her. It was so intimate and fighting that the petite redhead pulled away from the mirror and left the room. Not bothering with a pair of socks she went out of the room into the dark condo. Clary walked quietly down the hall towards her brother's room. She had wanted to speak to her father alone but given Jonathan's outburst at dinner she figured it would be best to start with him.

The further she walked through the dark condo the more her memory came to her. If she remembered correctly her brother's room was just up ahead. Sure enough, when she turned the corner she noticed it was a dead end with only one door leading to her brother's room. She could hear something playing from the room and strained her ear to hear what the sound was. She knew it wasn't right to eavesdrop but she didn't want to interrupt him if he was on a video call. It sounded like he was watching a video and was whispering something she couldn't make out over the television. At first, she thought that he might not be alone but after a few minutes, she recognized the voices. It was Luke asking everyone to take to the dance floor. Clary smiled sweetly. He must be watching the video that she had sent him. After the wedding, she had sent him the recording of them dancing together. She recognized the music and the sound of her giggling. It was a pleasant memory. She smiled recalling how much Jonathan and she had enjoyed that night. Though the wedding had its good moments and its sour ones. Thinking back now her brother had been acting strangely even then. He seemed a little off that night, irritable and very over protective. He had an arm around her most of the night and got mad when she danced with another boy. Clary was so happy to see him that she shrugged off his behavior as him just being a protective brother. However, the hug he had given her before dinner still set her on edge. She didn't understand what was going on with him. They had been so close growing up and then he suddenly up and left to live with father.

Frowning she felt her body tense. She was hurt and angry that he left her. Even when she had come out to visit him a year later he gave her the cold shoulder. Now that she was back he fought with Jace. Was it all an act so he didn't have to be around her? What had she done so wrong that would make him abandon his only sister? Well, she intended to fight out, right now. It was with that sudden jolt of courage that she opened the door not bothering to knock. Though she later wished that she had. It might have saved her the sight of catching her brother masturbating. He looked up at her in surprise as she felt unsettled to her stomach. Her brother was sitting on a chair in his room watching the wedding video. His pants hung down at his knees as his hand stroked his erection. She could tell by the motion of his arms exactly just what he was doing. That would have been awkward enough if she hadn't caught the end of the word he just moaned. She couldn't make it out behind the door but she could hear it perfectly clear now. The word wasn't just any word it was a name; her name. He had been masturbating thinking of her. She didn't have much more time than that to process things before he had thrown her across the room. Slamming the door in his rage. In a moment his hands were on her shoulders; pulling her up and tossing her onto his bed. She knew her brother was strong but the way he tossed her body around like a limp doll scared her. She gasped as Jonathan's body sat down heavily on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. She looked up into her brother's dull cloudy bloodshot eyes in horror. "Didn't mother ever teach you to knock sister dearest?" he hissed.

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"Simon," Isabelle spoke stepping into the bedroom. Simon could tell the way that her body hunched over that something was wrong. "What's wrong darling?" he asked. He hoped she wasn't having second thoughts about the wedding. He would be crushed if she didn't want him anymore. Sitting down on the bed Isabelle nestled herself into his chest. "Do you love me?" she asked. Simon rose an eyebrow. That was never a good start to a conversation. "Yes, of course. I wouldn't ask you to marry me if I didn't, Iz." He answered sweetly. The raven beauty sighed. "Well about the wedding….do you think we can cancel it?" she asked. Simon thought he might be sick as his stomach dropped. "W-Why? Are you having second thoughts?" he inquired. Isabelle opened her mouth to answer when suddenly her head shot up. "No-What, what is that smell?" she asked pinching her nose. Simon sniffed the air but didn't smell anything. "It seems like pine." She explained. "Oh, that might be my new body wash." He began but was cut off as his fiancée ran to the bathroom and began vomiting. He quickly got up and followed her into the bathroom holding her hair away from her face. After a while, he began rubbing circles on her back as tears stung her eyes. "Are you alright? Should I take you to the doctor?" he peeped. Izzy shook her head sitting up and washing her mouth out with water.

"I'm fine. I've already been to the doctor." Isabelle replied taking a seat on the floor beside him. "I don't understand? Did they give you medicine?" he asked. At this, she smiled. "Yes, they gave me lots of medicine." She replied. Simon failed to see the humor in all of this. First, she asks him to postpone the wedding now she throws up and laughs about it. "Did the doctor say when you would be better?" he questioned. At this Izzy rolled her eyes. "Well, everything should be better in nine months." The beauty replied. Obviously annoyed that he wasn't understanding something. "Nine months? You're going to be throwing up for nine months?" he hissed. "Only in the morning." She added. This time, Simon rolled his eyes. "Oh yes, morning sickness for 9…Oh My God! You're pregnant?" he shouted jumping up from his spot on the floor. "Took you long enough, count. Yes, I just found out last week. That is why I want to postpone the wedding. I rather have the ceremony after the baby though I would still like to get married legally before." She explained. Simon just looked at her with his jaw dropped. "I-I can't believe you're pregnant. We, we always used protection." He stuttered. "Not on Valentine's Day we didn't, super sperm. It only takes once and I did warn you." She smiled batting her eyelashes. Her poor fiancée was still in shock. "But, a baby? We're both so young. We're not ready! Are you ready? I'm not ready. I know next to nothing about babies. I was so young when Rebecca was born that I didn't even help my mother." He huffed. "Calm down Simon." Izzy scolded. "No one is ever ready for a baby but we'll make this work. You'll be a wonderful father and I am actually really excited. Sure, the timing wasn't ideal but I couldn't think of anyone else I would want to do this with. I love you, Simon Lewis. Trust me, this will all work out." She smiled. Simon looked at his beautiful lover sitting down on the tile in front of him. He loved this woman and there isn't anyone else in the world he would want a child with. Taking a deep breath, he smiled and pulled the lovely woman into his arms. "I love you. I will do the best that I can for you and our child." He whispered kissing her. It lasted only a moment before she pulled away from him. "I love you Simon just please, throw away that body wash." She hissed. Simon chuckled. "Will do, I'll shower right now love."

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The feel of his sister's soft body beneath him made him harder. Clary must have felt this because her green eyes darkened with anger. "Haven't you heard about incest? What the hell Jonathan? I'm your sister, you're not supposed to think of me that way!" she spat trying to push him off of her. He didn't budge as his eyes grew wide registering her words. He had hoped that she hadn't heard him moan her name. A stupid false hope but it was something he had clung to. Hell, he had to cling to something. Ever since puberty he had struggled against his thoughts about his sister. He knew no other man would protect her like he would. At the time he didn't have any improper thoughts about her. Sure he would sneak a peek at her naked when they were younger. It was boyhood curiosity to see what a female body looked like. She had even asked him to show her his one time when they were really little. That was before the party with the football team in high school. After he had talked to their father he knew his mother blamed him for Valentine finding them. Jonathan couldn't help it, though. He missed the man. Clary might have few memories of their father before he began traveling but Jonathan didn't. He grew up with his father and missed the man. It didn't help that his mother despised him. He knew deep down that if she had the choice she would have left him and taken Clary with her. Poor Jonathan looked just like his father and he could see her mother wince in pain whenever he was around. So he made himself scarce. Often going out for sports or taking Clary over to his friend's house to spend time with him. Clary was five years younger than him and would jump at any opportunity to spend time with him.

Then came the day he dared his sister to call their father. Valentine had been so relieved to hear from them. Jonathan knew then that his father cared and was probably the only one besides Clary that cared about him. His sweet little sister loved him with all of her heart. He knew one day that she would grow up to be beautiful like their mother. He hated the idea that some man would have their sleazy hands all over her. It was a thought that he knew he would deal with later when she got older. That was what he thought at least. Until the night of that party where his friend Jem gave him, some white powered that his parents had laying around the house. Jem's dad was a drug dealer and they would often buy pot off of him. That was until Jem and he tried the white pixie powder. That powered made him feel happy and carefree for the first time in a long time. Nothing could go wrong when he was high and he began craving the substance more and more. His friend Jem joined him frequently until his father caught wind of their actions. He sent the boy to rehab but the man didn't know Jonathan was doing it too. By then he was addicted. He wasn't stupid. He knew the stuff was bad for him and it sometimes made him violent. So, he left Clary to protect her and moved in with their father. Dad was so guilt ridden that he gave him whatever he wanted without question. He had found someone to supply his addiction and as long as he didn't go crazy it would stay his little secret.

Jonathan had been doing fine, only getting high once a week. Then Clary started calling. It had been almost two years since he had seen her and she just started high school. He remembered face timing her and thinking how good of a lay those sick boys would think his darling sister was. To make himself feel better he got high and eventually Valentine suspected something was going on. Deciding whatever it was might be cured with religion he sent him to bible study. His father wasn't a religious man but some bonehead at work told him that it would straighten him out. The only thing it did was put improper thoughts into his head. The song of Solomon was a dangerous passage in the book for him. He read it over and over again thinking about his little sister. He could protect her better than anyone. Still, he knew that these urges were wrong. He almost broke and took her when she visited for Christmas break once. Deciding against it, he got himself a girlfriend and ignored her outright. He didn't even see her leave. His father had told him that he doubted she would be back. Though it pained his father Jonathan had treated it like a success. After a few more years he wanted to test his willpower and decided to go to his mother's wedding. That had been a huge mistake. Once he laid eyes on her he couldn't bear to have her away from him all night. His sister was beautiful and seductive but clearly still a virgin. Despite her boyfriend Sebastian's attempts no doubt. Although innocent she had gotten their mother's womanly figure. He couldn't keep his hands off of her all night. What wouldn't he give to not be her brother? He asked himself that question a lot lately. He knew he was being sick but he couldn't help it. The drug made everything seem okay.

Now after all these years of staying away, she had the nerve to flaunt that worthless meathead around and mention about the time they were younger and she kissed him. That idiotic rock star didn't know how to treat her. No Clary was beautiful, sexy and breathtaking. She deserved someone who would make her happy in all aspects. He looked down at the unveracious women beneath him. The one he used to sneak peaks of undressing in the bathroom when he was old enough to realize that girls and boys were different. The one he used to run his hands through her hair while she fell asleep on him watching a movie. The one he was furious at himself for abandoning. She needed her big brother to protect her from that worthless man whore and he could protect her better now. He was graduating from an IV league college and starting his own business. Despite the drug, he was smart, very smart. Especially with his father's help. He had tried to knock the drug a few times during college but tonight when Valentine scolded him like a child for misbehaving at dinner he went for his secret stash under his mattress. Clary was here, alone with him and he could care for her again; in all ways. Jonathan doubted that hot shot rock star pleased her. He probably got his and left her unsatisfied but he wouldn't do that. He would make it worth her while and show her a really good time. Oh, the things he could do to Clarissa. He could make her scream his name all night long. Hell, he would treat her like a goddess. Damn it! Why didn't he think of this sooner? "Jonathan let me go, please." She asked calmly.

The green eyed man shook his head. "No, I don't think I will. I like you right here, Clarissa. In fact, you can stay here little one. I'll keep you safe. I'll be your prince and you'll be my princess just like we use to play when we were little. You liked that game right? Let your big brother protect you." he asked pushing her deeper into the mattress. "Jonathan, please your squishing me. Get off of me and we will go and get you some help." She begged glancing at the mirror with a line of white powder on top of it sitting on top of his bed stand. He saw what she was looking at and sighed. It looks like she found out his secret just like daddy dearest had a while ago. Though Valentine just thought he did drugs with friends at the occasional party. "Well now that you found out my secret what am I going to do to you my beautiful princess?" Jonathan smiled. Clay gulped. She had never seen this side of her brother before. He was dark, lustful and insatiable. She could feel his hard on pressing firmly against her inner thigh. Bile rose in her throat just thinking about it. His words didn't go unnoticed either. He had said what he was going to do "to" her not "with" her. "Jonathan you're going to let me go and you are going to get some psychological help. Then we are never going to speak of this incident again." She hissed trying to hold her own under his weight.

"Oh but my beautiful princess I much rather talk about you. Come Clary, let's play again. Let's pretend that we just got married and this is our wedding night." He whispered as he hands brushed down her sides finding purchase on her breasts. Clary gasped as his fingers caressed her nipples through the thin tank top she was wearing. She cursed herself for not remembering to wear a bra. It didn't help that the room was cold either. "That isn't going to happen. You're my brother." She huffed trying to curl her body away from his touch. "Not in this world. In this world, I am a prince and you are my princess. We just got married and now you will do your duty and pleasure your new husband. Only I will be the one pleasuring you. Jonathan hummed in appreciation as he tugged the cotton top down to reveal more of her chest. "Stop it, Jonathan, this isn't a game. We are not children anymore." She threatened. "No, we are not children. You are all grown up and so beautiful. Does Jace tell you how beautiful you are? Because I would, every day." He whispered leaning forward and burying his face in her hair. "Please, stop," Clary begged. "And what will you do if I don't?" he asked. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Oh, you'll scream alright. If I have it my way you will scream all night." He grinned.