Alex stood at the edge of the bed, naked, waiting for her punishment. Although everything he did to her was horrible, this was the worst part. Well, it was the worst part in a unique way. Alex had always hated waiting. She had been a terrible waitress. To stand there and wait and wait and wait until her brother decided she was worthy of whatever punishment he would dish out... it was torture.
"Are you ready to learn a lesson?"
Alex whimpered. This was not fair! She had beaten him! She should be free! This was a total nightmare, one she had pursued.
...Alex nodded her head, and spread her legs. The cool air bit at her.
Was she really ever free? Every night she came back to this place in her nightmares. Every day she passed his room. He was the father of her child. Perhaps her brother was inescapable.
Alex did her best to calm herself down. Fear was a powerful motivator. But she had learned courage. If she was stuck thinking about the here-and-now then he would win. Her daughter was more important than whatever her brother did.
"Alex, you have been such a bad girl, sneaking out, hurting your big brother. You need to learn a lesson."
His fingertips ghosted over the skin of her lower back, across her buttocks, stopping at the inside of her thighs, "But not right now. Get dressed, and we'll be on our way."
Alex let out a breath she had known she had been holding. This was so much worse.
Putting her clothes on, she could not help but wonder when it would be her time to learn a lesson.