AN: Warning this chapter contains implied incest not consented between father and daughter, under age sex also implied. If this disturbs you or if you have suffered such a devastating fate; then please skip this chapter as I would hate to invoke any unwanted memories or ill feelings in others.

Once upon a time in Mexico

A new beginning

Chapter eleven: I ain't no bodies' baby sitter

First thing Monday morning the whole group including Luce met up in the office of Agent Richard Donnelley. He was the superior officer to the team that Sands lead when they were out in the field.

Richard said "alright you lot, I will begin when the final member of this team arrives." No sooner had he finished speaking there was a knock at the door.

Richard called out "enter." They all turned to see a beautiful female enter. She was mid height and had a slightly Latino appearance to her complexion.

She had dark eyes and dark hair. And surprise, surprise she was dressed all in black, except her jumper was low cut and red.

Sands hissed "no fucking way, I ain't no bodies baby sitter Donnelley. Of all the agents you could have assigned to my team you had to choose my baby sister Kat."

Kat retuned the hiss and spat "oh shut your fucking moaning Sheldon." Everyone at that moment was strongly reminded of Sands. She was definitely his sister. They had the same eyes and the same features; hair and skin.

But two things could be said about Katherine Penelope Sands, that could never been said in return in regards to her older brother. She never slept around and she was a lot less cold natured then her brother, but she still shared his sarcastic nature.

Sands growled "I swear if you ever call me that again I will fucking fill you full of holes, family or not. Oh yeah" he added venomously "family, what a fucking joke, family don't stand around while other family shit on one of their own no matter what.

But I guess you never did learn that did you Katherine?" Sands sneered coldly, hatred evident in his tone of voice and the expression on his face.

There was an uncomfortable silence and air in the room surrounding its occupants. Kat replied sadly and tiredly "Jeff when this meeting is over me and you are going to have a long talk.

It's been three years since I last saw you. Over fifteen years of not being able to tell my side of what life was like growing up. I'm not in the mood to speak of our family and childhood issues in front of our fellow agents."

Sands froze he had never heard his sister use that tone of voice before. She looked and sounded genuinely defeated and wary.

And Sands knew for a fact not even sister was that good of an actor, she was truly being genuine. Sands sighed unhappily but reluctantly agreed.

After the meeting Kat drove her and Sands up to her apartment. It was nice moderate sized place, clearly in the nice part of town.

Once inside she poured a glass of white wine for her self and handed a beer to Sands. Once seated she sipped her wine and sighed irritably, the subject they were about to discuss was a really bad and traumatizing one for Kat.

Kat spoke "you think I willingly sat there and allowed are farther too constantly physically and mentally abuse you Jeff? I assure you I'm not our fucking mother thank you very much.

I honestly have no idea weather she actually took pleasure in watching him terrorize you, she never actually proved other wise did she?"

She continued taking a large gulp of her wine, leading Sands to believe if she was actually needing liquid courage to talk about this, then he sure as hell wasn't going to like this one little fucking bit that he was certain of.

She went on "You continue to live under the impression and belief that I was daddies little girl, his little spoilt princess." The look her brother gave her more then confirmed that was exactly what he thought of her. She felt sick to her stomach.

She continued "well let me assure you" she snipped coldly" I sure as hell wasn't, appearances at a first glance can be misguiding. Whilst you dealt with your own war with our father, I dealt with mine own with him during the night."

Sands suddenly didn't like where this was going. Out of no where Kat commented "I never did tell you who I lost my virginity to; did I?"

Sands, he was suddenly filled with a sickened dread, that he knew exactly where this was going, and it fucking enraged him to no end.

"As I was saying I dealt with our father at night. He would come into my bedroom. At first it started when I was eleven. It began with him just coming into my room and lying on top of the blankets sleeping beside me."

Kat begun to physically shake as she continued, while Sands temper was slowly boiling, boiling to dangerous and unstoppable levels.

He was going to make their father suffer so badly for this. Because of his fathers actions and his own stubbornness he had been robbed of the normal brother and sister bond and love with Kat.

"When I turned thirteen he begun to kiss and touch me, in ways that weren't in the least fatherly. I knew it was wrong, if it felt wrong, then how could not be wrong? But when ever I'd refuse him he would smack me around.

On my fourteenth birthday he finally forced himself upon me. It continued like this until I turned eighteen and left for collage then to the academy to train."

She added with tears slowly falling down her cheeks as she trembled. "I wanted to stop him from hitting out at you, but I feared what he would have done to me in return if I had actually gotten involved and tried to stop him.

No one ever knew what was happening in the Sands residence. In order to keep up appearances, I was that bastards little sweet princess, butter wouldn't melt in her sweet innocent mouth"

She spat bitterly. "And you were our mother's darling baby boy, those lying fucking conniving bastards. Oh mommy and Daddy must keep up appearances, and good sweet little docile Katherine and Sheldon Sands must obey."

She continued her voice like ice "I hated him for the fact he took away the one special moment of my life that should have been with someone I loved and was not an act of incest and rape" She drained the rest of her wine and shakily placed the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her.

"I loath both of our parents for the fact he and our mother turned us against each other, or turned you against me at least." She trailed off and sobbed miserably into her hands.

She continued between sobs "I've always regretted that I could never experience the normal sibling rivalry or the correct none hostile relationship with my big brother. I hate the fact I have no memories of you and I just being brother and sister."

She sobbed "I never hated you, but you always treated me like I was worse then the scum under your shoes. I never understood why you hated me so much, especially now that we're older."

She finished "when I was told Barillo had had your eyes drilled out I wanted to rip that fucking bastard to pieces. And his little whore of a daughter as well."

Sands, he was horrified to discover he had been led to believe all of these years that his sister was his enemy. When in fact she was quite the opposite, she had always been on his side, but had feared their father to much to reach out to her older brother.

Sands suddenly hated him self for all the nasty and spiteful things he had ever said to his baby sister over the years. Instead of being a bastard to her, he should have been there for her, and loved his baby sister when their parents hadn't loved either him or her.

Kat didn't care if he lashed out at her or was cruel to her or rejected her, she just knew she wanted her big brother and she wanted him now.

Before she knew what she was doing she had crossed the room and had thrown her self into Sands arms and sobbed painfully into his chest.

She sobbed even harder with relief when she felt him lift her into his lap and cradled her there and felt his own tears wetting her hair on top of her head.

Brother and sister for the first time were united as they sobbed and rocked backwards and forwards in each others arms.

Sands had not cried never mind actually full out sobbed, since he was a little boy of six. Ever since his father had backhanded him and insisted he was not to cry that men did not cry, nor did boys. It was a sign of weakness and weakness was disgusting.

It was if a set of flood gates had been opened and he was finally being allowed to release all those years of hatred agony and rage and ill unwanted feelings.

And hopefully in time he and Kat would get to have the loving relationship and bond of a big brother and his baby sister that should have always been theirs.