Justified Sin 11

by Pretenders

Bart's lust for Cindy has no justification and it's considered pure sin. Despite this, Bart and Cindy begin to change as a result of their growing feelings. Re-entry for Book category.

Maps - STRFKR

Hey, it's a new fandom entry for me. I may not ever write again for this pair since it seems to be dead. Some chronology has been changed to fit my idea for this fanfic but it is not too unbearable. This will not be edited, I have no time to edit it, forgive me.

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Justified Sin

Eighteen is just a number. When it came time for Cindy to embrace that number, it embraced her, instead. Sultry was the way she always strolled along the halls of our home. Gracefully her night gowns would follow behind her, swaying in the wind like a wedding veil on a runaway bride. Instead, she wasn't running away from any husband nor was she even betrothed.

At eighteen, Cindy knew how to tease with successful affect. Making men swoon and ogle since the age of sixteen had given her a basic understanding of what tricks worked and which ones to avoid. I was not like any other man. Being seduced was beneath me. Control is what I knew best.

But at eighteen Cindy was much more of an annoying sister than I ever knew her to be. Starting up arguments was her specialty when it communicating with me. Instigating the worst language out of me albeit the best language to use when addressing her was energy wasted on her that could be better put to use on things that actually mattered to me.

Religion encompassed me to the core. My faith was loyal and strong-willed. I was not easily swayed and I did not falter from my family despite knowing how much sin ran through our veins. I knew I could love but in the same eyes as my lord. My family deserved to be judged. Incestuous relationships was not love—it was a sin.

I kept it hidden from everyone I knew because I was ashamed. The flames of hell were rampant and ablaze, waiting for my family whenever death claimed our sinful souls. As for me, I would use my time living to repent for those sins hopeful that upon judgment I would be salvaged from such an inferno.

That was how I planned to live my life. I made all the necessary choices to not only follow in the steps of Malcom Foxworth, but also to be as much of a reincarnation of him as possibly achievable. Immediately after high school I left home to study. Pursuing higher education came naturally to me as my intelligence is considered above average.

That may be why I can see how despicably cretinous my family's sin truly was. It was all willfully, too, which made it all the more repulsive. I would never make such a choice. I went out of my way to make it clear to Cindy how much I despised her. For the sole fact that she held the title of my sister, without sharing my blood, I wanted her to be very much aware of how true of a loathe these feelings for her were.

My half-brother, Jory, was different. He was the only one, besides myself, to be living a life that was forgiving. An accomplished dancer, husband, and an overall good man, I had to admit that Jory was definitely a golden child. But it was because of this that I couldn't help but to grow a loathe for him as well. Jealousy came first for Jory and it would have only been for Jory if it wasn't for the number eighteen.

Cindy, at eighteen, made me jealous. Eighteen embraced her as it made her indecent mannerisms acceptable to society. She was free to be an absolute whore if she so wanted to and that's exactly what she did. Visiting my family became a nightmare. The sickness I felt upon seeing Cindy bringing home man after man was too much to ignore.

My monthly visits during holidays shortened year after year, and for Cindy's twentieth year, I avoided visiting at all. I received letters from my mother, written with words of concern for my health as well curiosity regarding my education. Keeping communication with my mother like this was the best solution to my jealousy.

Only after sending the last letter did I realize I would be moving back to California to stay close enough to my family so that I could help them repent for their sins. This was my plan all along. I wasn't going to change it, for the sake of the ones I did love. Jory, especially, had the greatest chance of being saved from the fiery pits of hell. My mother, if she could allow the light to overcome her, may still be able to save her soul with my help.

As for the others, Chris and Cindy, I couldn't care less how much they burned after death. Torment was written down for them from the start. There was nothing they could do to prevent it. Both of them manipulated others into sinning with them. Chris' vain attempts at trying to understand me were only to please my mother so that her heart would overflow and spill from between her legs. Cindy couldn't live without sin even if sin was obsolete, a man's nose could still smell her heat from miles away.

When the time came to pack my bags and reunite with them, I gave the longest prayer ever in my life. I knew I could not erase our origins, but as for our fates there was still time left to change it. Choices that could affect it could still be made to overwrite our end. I may be the result of infidelity, but I would never commit or fall to any form of sin.

Eventually, I rebuilt Malcom's home using all my wealth to get the architecture exact. The furniture I chose was the best of the best and only custom built. With my return, the family wanted to welcome me back as soon as possible. Once complete, I invited them all to my home, and although my mother looked uneasy at how uncannily the manor looked, I only wanted her to feel safe because this would bring her to confession and salvation.

Things started to fall a part as soon as my family moved in. Jory's unfortunate accident happened and Chris' inclusion in Corrine's will, that I realize was all a plot against me, was as if punishment was being fulfilled for being around sinners. I tried to steady my mental health because my fortune depended on it. Though I tried I still felt Malcom's overwhelming presence telling me to stick to my own plan and not let Corrine undermine it.

First, I started with Jory's physical state. Upon seeing him, I was truly guilt ridden. But I had to see this as a benefit to my plan. Melody was always attractive in my eyes. She was womanly and devoted. To have a woman like her at my side to support me would surely be an asset. With Jory unable to satisfy her, I took it upon myself to give her the love she was deprived of, foolishly thinking it would win her over.

It only proved to me the disguise of a whore she bore along with her demon twins. Jory came out on top, as always, and unable to accept her own sins, she ran away from it all. None of it affected me. It was one less sinner to pray for. All those saved prayers would be invested in myself, for in her leave, Cindy's scandalous behavior became more apparent to me.

Lance, a neatly tidied young man, accompanied her to dinner without my invitation. My mother told me to not cause a scene despite the fact it was my home and my rules she was disobeying. I watched her eat from a fork as if she was raised to behave so sloppily at the table. Her tongue peeked from her lips to lick at the tip of the fork, ensuring Lance could see how cleanly she left it for the next piece of meat.

My jealousy from years ago fueled me. Lance was now in my focus and I observed his unrelenting eyes as they followed every curl of Cindy's tongue on every silverware for every dish. He may be young and most certainly driven by hormones, but under my roof he needed to restrain himself, especially around my sister.

Cindy excused herself soon after with the pathetic excuse to show my home off to Lance. Playing along, I accepted her privately guided tour. Fully aware of exactly what kind of a woman she'd become, I counted every second to every minute that passed until it reached an hour since they'd left. I knew without having to find them what sinful acts they were committing in my home.

Neither knew what games I could play. Cindy's excuse to fornicate was my excuse to rage. I wanted to ruin Lance so that Cindy would never seek him out again for the fear that I would kill him if she did. And I would if she ever dared to find him, be it for comfort or recovery, I wanted Cindy to be the last option Lance considered for the sole fact that I was her brother.

There was nothing to lose because family always stayed family. Cindy could curse me and loathe me to the moons and the heavens above, but she could never truly leave me. Lance was just a thing with the appearance of a man. That night, I showed him what a real man was capable of, and I made sure Cindy witnessed all of it as it happened.

To no surprise at all, I was reprimanded by my mother for my impulsive methods. She deemed it violent. I deemed it justice. Blatantly they disrespected my hospitality under the guise of an unsuspecting tour. Cindy avoided me for weeks. Finding her was never hard for at first, I knew where she liked to spend her time, and then it seemed that she wanted me to find her and that usually in the pool.

When she announced that Lance stopped contacting her, I felt satisfied. I lost relations with his father but I wanted nothing to do with assisting a horndog for a son by giving him any opportunity into this family and its fortune. Just after this news, mere seconds after she shed no tear over it, she made another announcement. Another man had caught her eye.

Realizing it then how feminine she appeared in her glamorous dress, she said her farewell as she had a date planned for that evening. My knuckled whitened upon seeing her gown, red and rich, sway behind her as she made her way for the door. Chris noticed my reaction and I spat out insults at him to push him out of my comfort zone.

"Seeing him so concerned for her safety going out this late is a relief." He said to my mother, who I could hear sighing with relief, as well.

"I don't think he wanted her to go, it's much too late, but he held back from his usual remarks and I'm glad he did. She looked stunning and happy to be going out with this man, she makes him sound so perfect."

There was no such thing as perfect let alone a perfect man for a woman like Cindy who most likely only based perfection off the length of an erection. By labeling him as such, I knew then that the times she wasn't in the pool, she was off getting wet elsewhere. I watched the clock in the kitchen slowly move past each bold number while it reminded me that time was moving by as it rapidly passed the small lines in between.

The gravel outside the manor was disturbed by the tires that drove on it till they stopped at the front entrance. Dinner time was several hours ago for any normal date. I stormed out to the hall and hammered my foot down each step, swinging the front door open to see Cindy bidding him a tender farewell. They were so entranced by their disgusting display they didn't hear the front door I came out of until I landed my fists on his aforementioned perfect face.

Cindy yelped and pulled me away at the arm I raised to give him another dent to his other side. Again, Cindy had chosen an excuse for man as he shouted a slur and then proceeded to drive off.

"Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend! Now you made him think I'm a cheating slut!"

I held her back from hitting my with her purse one more time, "At least he's functioning with both heads seeing you for what you are!"

Cindy spat at me with words and her eyes exploding with hatred, "I didn't have sex with him! That's all you ever think I do! Has it ever occurred to you that I can have fun without a man's consent!"

"Consent is all you want from a man! You think I believe that nothing happened? Out this late looking like you belong in a bar riddled with poles and money thrown your way, tongue tied with a complete stranger at my door step. How do you possibly think I could be that incompetent?"

She slapped me and I felt the sting of her palm and scratch of her nails, "All you do is degrade me. You think anything will change if you beat up every man who kisses me or lays with me, when the reason for all of this is because of the way you make me feel invalidated and unloved? Besides, if I was to have gone to a place like that, I'd surely of seen you there. You're the disgusting one, not me."

Before she could get away from me, I caught her by the hand somehow. Slightly she turned to the side as if to signify to me there was a choice to be made in that moment that could overturn her anger. However I was not going to say a thing otherwise. I didn't love her and I didn't care how she chose to feel accepted, as long as she did it away from my home and without my knowledge.

I let her go and her face turned away from me as she continued with her original decision to walk away. Had there been another choice, I pondered it for a second what that choice could've been. If it depended on me to present her with it, what other choice would I have proposed to her? If I held her back so she wouldn't walk away, then the only plausible choice I wanted her to make was to stay, which was entirely out of the question as I could barely stand watching her dressed the way she was. Incompetence was not my forte and choices as such were never ones I'd make. Letting her go was logical and gave me a reason to pray for a long, long time that night.

Nearly a week passed since then and Cindy was out every night for that time. She dressed more suggestively with each passing day. She only left at the time she knew dinner would be served and as if to remind me of her late night endeavors, she would only say her goodbye once I took my seat at the head of the table. Her plates, stacked and presented accordingly, were never served with the delicious meals we ate.

Then she decided to wear a back revealing, low cut, red gown that exposed an entire leg almost to the top of her waist. My eyes caught her against the railing of the stairs as she tried to explain her outfit to my mother and Chris. It was normal, she said, every girl was wearing that or less than that. They reluctantly listened to her obvious lies. Any girl who wore that was not a girl, nor was she a woman. She was a whore.

Cindy leaned back on the railing, arching her back and lifting her chest, "What do you think? Is it too much?" she straightened her back when she seen me seething, "Or is it too little?"

"Whoever you're wearing that for will let be done and over with you in seconds."

"Is that a compliment?" Her hips followed up her legs with a swing that deflected my eyes from her face to her waist. "What if it's you I'm wearing it for?"

I reverted my gaze back to her face, "I'd never give you the satisfaction of a chance to wear anything for me."

The room was so still that I only realized her proximity to me when her red fingernail graced my lips as she whispered, "You may think it's whorish but I know you love when I flaunt what I have in front of mom and dad because it means it's OK for you to look without any one noticing how low your eyes go or where they like to stop."

I swiped at her wrist and yanked her into the hall. She stumbled behind me trying to keep up with my pace. Once I arrived at her room, I swung her door open and pushed her inside. "Change or I'll lock you in here for an entire week, since it seems you can't go a week without seeing a man bringing you to your knees."

To my utter shock she took up a dainty string under her fingers and let it slide off her shoulder, loosening the only grip it had on her body. She moved to the other side, raising that shy line of string up by her fingertips and off her shoulder. With no way to cling onto her anymore, it slide off like a bed sheet to the floor. She was clothed underneath but it was lace, see-through, and extremely accentuating.

She brought her hands behind her back and I heard the sound of a freed clasp. As her hands returned to the front, her bra straps glided down her arms, and hanging from her chest were round mounds of flesh that bounced the moonlight off her skin. She stepped out of her thong, now entirely bare in front of me.

As if to remind my body of its current state, my stomach growled with the need for dinner that was surely ready along with mother and Chris waiting for me downstairs. I gulped down my own saliva to suppress my hunger with the mimic of a spoonful of food and the illusion of a delicacy. She didn't stay like this in front of me for long as she made her way to her closet to pick out a particular white gown.

As I stared at Cindy's bare form beneath that gown, it reminded me of the number eighteen. The number when she began to run to her room and pass mine so that I could have a glimpse of her, without any detail, just like this. I took in her breasts and nipples clearly under that transparent cloth. Her tight stomach and small button that warned my eyes to either turn back or fall into sin.

Despite this warning, I found myself leading my eyes lower to the dark curtain of her pubic area. She would have to be on her back if I wished to see more. Scornfully, I brought my eyes back on her face as I realized she was taunting me. With a single finger to coheres me closer, I stood my ground. She did not.

Glued onto her, I took in how she rested with her back on the bed and lifted her feet off the ground to plant on the edge of the bed. Her bent knees opened and I dived my eyes down with her hand as her motions went from still and innocent to swirls of lust. My ears drowned out the sounds of a beautiful night laced with crickets to a night so beautifully laced with sin.

When I felt the affect of her movements, I moved to grab the door handle and close it shut. After the click of the door, I finally blinked. Without me to watch her, she seemed to enjoy herself more based on the moans she made becoming more frequent. I was no virgin, I knew well she was enjoying herself more because she was close to finishing off her own lustful desires.

I gripped the door knob as she called out my name. I only let it go after I heard her gentle breathing. She was sleeping from exhaustion. I fixed my hair with the beads of sweat on my forehead and pulled out the wrinkles of my pants so as to not bring too much attention to my crotch. Walking off was uncomfortable in my tight pants, but space began to open as I neared the table.

Apologizing to my mother and nodding to Chris, I got straight to eating without speaking for the first time. Chris gave me a look. He knew me far more than mother but only for the oddities. I was always odd, I knew I was seen as a loose screw. But tonight, I definitely was a very loose screw, and I needed more wine than usual. Chris kept quiet and didn't pry which was the best choice he could've made.

Retiring to my own chamber and readying myself for bed, my mind was overtaken with greed. My body yearned for release, my limbs ached as I groped myself and stroked to the image of Cindy. Re-imagining her substituting my absence with her thin fingers, letting in one by one as if she didn't have enough to compensate for her own imagination of what it must feel like if those fingers were me.

I did the same. Squeezing my fingers around myself, choking the fluid out of me. Painfully I breathed out as I ejaculated onto my hand. No woman I ever had had ever made me feel this kind of painful release. Cindy was still in my mind. I promised myself that after that night, it would never happen again. I would never check on Cindy before she left to her dates ever again.

Never say never, they say. Only so that one can be open minded to the world, but this world had its flaws and my family was one of its worst flaws. I still had a plan to execute and I wasn't going to be sidetracked anymore. The days that followed that night went as I had planned. I focused on the bible, Malcom's diary, and how to assess the sinners in my family.

Meanwhile, Jory's ongoing physical therapy was proving to be successful. He was regaining strength in his body and in his self-confidence. That was due to the aide of Toni, the twins' nanny. Admittedly she was a pleasure to the eyes. Her brunette hair was much different than the family's signature and it was the same as mine.

I noticed Jory and Toni grow friendlier as they spent time together with the twins. Happy in their space with each other I felt a slight tinge of jealousy toward Jory. Toni was an eye-catcher but she was reserved and covered her body as she covered her feelings. I found myself appreciating her conservative attitude and upon realizing this, I wanted to secure her for myself.

It was easier than I thought. Before I knew it, she was opening herself up to me and staying overnight in my bed. Satisfied with how it turned out, I let her get to know me more and more. For the first time, I felt someone was learning to understand me rather than learning to judge me.

None of it was meant to last however when I walked in on Cindy and Jory. They were talking over drinks and sharing stories of the twins' first reactions to food. I tried to stay out of their ridiculous conversation over damned children. Once I had filled my cup with water, I headed back outside only to taste the blandness in my water.

In my haste, I had left the lemon slice behind. Returning to the kitchen to dip it into my water, Cindy was on top of Jory on his chair having tripped over her own two feet. Jory had his arms around her, his face reddened and nervous as Cindy's cleavage bounced away from him. They had no idea of my presence until the glass cracked and spilled water all over the floor. If it was even possible, Jory became as red as can be seeing me taken aback.

"Bart, are you ok?" He asked, pushing his wheels hurriedly toward me.

Cindy finished filling the bottle up with milk knowing all the awhile my eyes were burning into her back. Jory pressed a towel to my hand, soaking and wiping off my blood. He pulled out a piece of glass that dug deep into my palm and that cut my throat with a painful wince. At the sound of it, I could see Cindy turn to run to my direction.

Jory said he'd go get the first aide and whisked himself away on a mission. Cindy took over pressing the towel to my bleeding palm. The blood was scorching from how hot my blood boiled after witnessing their accident. Cindy reached for another towel as they were small and absorbed quickly.

This time she switched between the towel and her lips, pressing them in patterns to against my rough, torn skin. "Don't be jealous. He's my brother." She said, kissing each one of my fingers, noting the pressure when she landed over a small tear.

"It's ok if you stay quiet. I've missed you."

At this, I pulled my hand away, "Don't fill my head with lies. That seems to be all you do when you open your mouth unless it's being stuffed. You go out every night into the morning, the only thing you miss is those men."

"What about you? You think I want to stay here and hear you and Toni down the hall? Did you move into her room knowing it was next to mine?"

I certainly did, but admitting to that was pointless because I had a choice between my room or Toni's and I deliberately chose Toni's. I knew what that entailed but it wasn't for the reasons Cindy assumed. I didn't want her to hear me, I wanted to hear her. Whenever she opened her door to leave, whenever she would wake up in the middle of the night to shower, I wanted to know when she was out so that I would be on my feet if I ever heard the front door open behind her.

I never heard it. I knew she had been staying in the home all this time. Taking care of the twins, watching over Jory's recovery, and helping mother tend the garden. She was doing good. Seeing her like that would make me turn to Toni for that release, but it was never painful. As soon as I would wake to see Cindy, it would become painful.

"It was an accident. I promise." She said as she prepared to walk off. I watched her retrieve the bottle and hurry off to the twins' direction. Their cries reached my ears then as Toni entered the kitchen. She was about to follow Cindy upstairs when she seen Jory rushing back to the kitchen. Her eyes landed on me and then on Jory's application of medicine to my wounds.

Questioning Jory over the incident he revealed only the necessary information. That meant completely leaving out Cindy's entire chest on his face which made me glare at him. I could've told Toni the entire truth but that would've raised suspicions regarding my reaction to it all. Blaming it on surprise, shock, or even disbelief could've all been taken as is. But none of those were true.

As I locked onto Jory's heated cheeks I was well aware that not a single one of those were the cause of all of this. If it was accident then I would have to let it go. With how much sin was living under this house it would be easier said than done. If I ever caught Jory with Cindy alone I would make sure there would be no room for any more accidents.

Sharing the bed with Toni that night was uncomfortable. My head echoed with an emptiness I forced inside. Malcom's portrait seemed to hang on Toni's wall when I knew I had left it in my room. Mother and Chris were trying to invade my mind with words contemplating the meaning of love and what marriage meant.

I sat up in a blanket of my own sweat, exasperated by the sense of state I was in fighting with the memories I cherished. Jory's brotherhood, mother's love, and Corrine's safety. Jory was center stage in my mind as he looked at me with a supportive expression. My legs fell over the bed as I staggered up on my feet. Jory called out to me in my mind, saying words that aligned with moving on and accepting fate.

That's when Cindy entered my mind. Alongside Jory, she was holding his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. As I took in their figures I realized she was wearing that white gown she wore only for me. Jory's arms wrapped around hers and their faces pulled towards one another. I flung the door open still careful enough not to wake Toni. She would be too concerned and unable to leave me in solitude if she were to see me like this and I didn't wish for her help.

Carefully shutting the door behind me I was out without disturbing anyone. My head raised so that I could see in front of me a vision of that white gown. Except it wasn't sheer, it was solid. It was also longer, to her knees. The collar raised up the the crook of her neck and covered her arms. There was little to recognize of the whore that wore it for she looked like an untouched angel.

Cindy held my arms, rubbing them to help me wake up from my unbearable headache, "Let's go to the bath, you're burning up."

Whether we stumbled together or she used her wings to fly us to the bath, we made it there in mere seconds. As if to convert me from my state to a blessed one, she helped me dip my body into the cold bath. I allowed her to cup the water in her hands and carry it to my forehead where she let it cascade and wash away my pain. My breathing regulated and my heartbeat became soft and rhythmic.

"I left your boxers on. I'll leave now, so you can wash yourself."

I heard her get up and somehow caught her hand in mine. I was fine and able. I was healthy and rejuvenated. She didn't have to. I didn't ask her to, I simply said nothing at all. Above me with her head bent down and mine fallen backward, she kissed me, over and over again. She cradled my face and rubbed softly against the harsh feel of my prickly chin.

She smelled of flowers to me, sweet, fresh flowers. "Bart," she dared to speak my name as if it would hold me back. I flipped over in the tub and brought her in with me on my lap, kissing her as if parting from her was torturous.

She never planned to stay in here with me. I figured that out when the door opened and Toni stood in the frame of it. Cindy was out of her line of sight as she dived into the water so gracefully that not a single splash or sound came from it. All those times being in the pool, she learned how to treat the water.

Toni came closer but I quickly barked at her, "I'm not in the mood, leave me alone."

"Let me help you, honey. You seem to have a fever."

"I said go away!" That made her step back, widen her eyes, and finally after minutes of just eyeing me she listened. I cared little to where she went or what she did. I ran my hand through Cindy's floating locks, gathering it into one hold. Toni had been here threatening Cindy's life underwater. I raised her up and heard her desperate breath for air.

I brought her chest to mine desperate in my own way to know she was fine. She lay her head on my shoulder and rested as she regained her oxygen. Even though she had become somewhat weak from the lack of it, she still reached for the soap and began massaging my chest.

Now I had seen my hand move for itself, under my control, to wrap around hers and bring it to my lips. I was never a romantic. I was a womanizer who sought pleasures from women who were easy and open. Cindy was that exact type of woman. Why I ever decided to kiss her, hold her in this way with this feeling I wished to exchange wordlessly, and repeat in my mind she was my sister, I didn't dive within myself to answer.

I could sleep in the tub and not even be aware if I was drowning. She washed me where she felt safe to touch. That part of me was no different than what she had seen before. Or maybe, as I seen her eyes wander and stare, it was. I had been looked at for longer than a second before but those looks were salivating and erotic. Cindy looked at me as if she was admiring and engraving me in a place away from her mind where memories could still be kept.

As she rinsed me off of suds, I lead her hand to touch me. Nervously, she held me and only moved if I held her hand in mine and moved her with it. Her hesitance intrigued me. Certainly she had done this before.

"What's wrong?"

Her nervousness peaked, "It's just... new to me..."

I tried to hide my sudden distaste as I asked, "Didn't you fuck Lance?"

"I didn't do this with Lance. He just undressed me and had me."

Suddenly I threw her hand off me. I removed myself from the tub and towel dried my body. She said nothing but did the same. After what just happened, I thought I would go to bed thinking of it. All I thought of was Lance and Cindy, doing obscenities, engrossed in their own noises and forgetting the world around them until I forced Lance back into the reality of my home.

I left Cindy in the bathroom not caring whether she would go to her room to sleep or change and leave out the front door. Entering the room, I seen Toni sitting up, sobbing in the darkness. She wasn't too loud for I only heard her once I had shut the door and the walls enclosed the sounds of this room like drums.

It didn't silence the door across the hall as it opened and closed. I came up to Toni, took her in an embrace in which I didn't have to warm her, laid her down and began undressing her. I did little to heat her body with kisses or touches. The door across the room never opened again as I melted Toni's body beneath mine.

I enjoyed it. That was all I felt. She was asleep before I could tell her to get dressed to ensure that I was done with her. On the sheets, she lay bare naked. In the darkness it was hard to make out any part of her. I stared at her as she slept wondering if I could sound as peaceful as she if I just laid down. I sat up that entire night, fully clothed, and it wasn't until Toni woke up and left that I shut my eyes. It was silent in the room now and I felt peaceful when my body succumbed to its debility.

I slept in times of daylight this way for five days. Toni would worry over my energy deficiency but in the nights when she was naked, she seemed to be grateful that I was able to stay up all night. On the fifth day, a hard knocking awoke me in the morning. I could barely stand but the knocking wouldn't cease unless I answered.

Chris stood behind the door as I opened it, "Bart, what is going on? Everyone is worried about you. I can check your vitals."

"Uncle Chris, don't bother me when I'm trying to sleep." My eyes were heavy as I fought to keep them open.

"This isn't a normal sleep schedule. You're going to end up deprived." Chris said before I felt myself weaker by the second, proving to him I was beyond deprived.

Crying out my name as she ran down the hall, perhaps thinking it would revive me as I fell against Chris. My name on her tongue, in her voice tainted with sobs, I felt my body transferred from consciousness to a dark, dark place. I couldn't hear her there. I heard nothing and saw darkness until I felt my eyes slowly opening to the ambient, yellow light of a sheer lamp shade.

Dampness pressed onto my forehead in gentle pats. My eyes landed on her blonde, shiny locks. I knew I said her name in a low whisper because she looked directly at me with pools in her blue, pained eyes. She kissed over my face many times over. Chastely she kissed my lips once and I had the feeling she wouldn't kiss me again now that I was awake and her worries had been kissed away.

Trembles came out of the cracks in her voice, "It's been days since you've been out. Daddy says you need to get tons of rest from here on out. Toni has been so worried about you. I'll call her now that you're awake."

Her body landed on mine as I used all my energy to pull her by the hand. Her lips were brushing upon mine, "Where have you gone since I've been out?"

Lost in my eyes, she replied, "Nowhere. I've been here, day in and day out. I didn't leave you. I couldn't leave you, Bart. Toni needs to know you're awake, she loves you."

"I don't love her." If she wasn't going to kiss me then I was going to kiss her. She had more worries than the supposed woman who loved me. By the way she looked at me as if she was seeing a ghost, I had to let her know I was here, now. Not all of those worries hadn't been kissed away. As she responded to me as if she had realized this wasn't a dream, the door knob began to twist.

Toni entered and ran straight to me now that I was completely open. Eagerly she embraced me and lifted her lips to mine. I turned away and Cindy's small, audible sob overcame her as I told Toni to leave us alone. Confused, Toni looked to Cindy and as her eyes switched between us, she began to step back. Staring at Cindy, Toni raised a hand to her mouth.

"Did I interrupt you giving Bart the big news?"

I sat up as if I had enough energy to hold up my body afterward. Toni rushed to help me before Cindy could reach me. Cindy, holding her head in her hands, crying profusely and uncontrollably, ran out of the room without a care to Toni's calls after her. I shouted after Toni who came rushing back into the room. I demanded she tell me what was causing Cindy's absurd emotions.

"It's her biological, paternal family. They came into contact with Cathy and Chris and have been making arrangements for her to spend time with them overseas, to rebuild what they have lost with time. She will be going away for five years to study and live with them. She's been so emotional especially because she leaves tomorrow tonight."

"Why wouldn't she tell me herself!" I shouted, throwing the covers over me. Worriedly, Toni moved to catch me. I pushed her away, wanting nothing and no one to stand in my way as I ran out of the room. Distantly I heard Chris, Cathy and an unknown voice. Running until the scene of a small gathering came into my view with my mother, Chris, Jory and a young, groomed man sitting in my family room.

Mother stood up from the sofa, gesturing respectfully to the fellow, "Bart, you may not be in the best state for this introduction but please meet Viktor, he is Cindy's personal assistant and serves the Nikoles estate."

Jory chimed in, "Cindy's been a bit stand offish to Viktor taking care of you and all, but now that you're awake, maybe Cindy and Viktor can finally get to know each other before they head out."

"Yes, Cindy spent everyday in your chapel praying you'd awaken in time before she leaves to study dance and get to know her father." Chris finished, swishing his drink to Viktor then to his mouth.

Viktor, the audacious stranger who had come into my home threatening to disrupt this family, arose and held out his hand to me. In that moment, Cindy appeared, red-nosed and with a tissue firmly in her hand. Awkwardly Viktor lowered his hand as it was raised for far too long without a response surely he knew I wouldn't be shaking it anytime soon.

His eyes immediately drifted to Cindy, who even in her emotional state, had caught my eyes as well. Dressed in a simple sweater and jeans, with red flats, she was captivating in the most mundane, common outfit. The times mother had said she was beautiful were words I loathed because to mother, beautiful was given out to every one of us without specialty.

But Cindy was beautiful. I'd known this and loathed it even more by how much I tried to deny it. She was spoiled, she was open, she was easy, but all of that wasn't enough to vanquish her beauty. I could see women for their inner souls as they usually seeped out with their every move and the smell of their bodies that was never unique but riddled with the scent of many others.

Cindy had never smelled of more than one man. I hated to know she did. Thinking of the fact she was not virgin and she was not pure was infuriating to me. I had dragged her into the depths of those women I had known for the selfish concealment and denial of my own desires for her. I lusted for Cindy ever since she turned eighteen.

I wanted to be her brother, I needed to be her brother. I never accepted that role. My own lust for Cindy could never be satiated and only by focusing my lust elsewhere did I seek temporary relief. There was no other woman out there who could replace Cindy. No alternative existed nor was there any who could rival my adopted sister.

Lance I had beaten down, her fling I had driven away, and now it was time to send Viktor sailing away. I would never let him take Cindy. As I approached him, he raised his hand under the guise my approach was welcoming. Far from it and how I decided to show him was through my fists. Chris was on me in no time, and in my weakened state, he was quick to subdue me.

I had drawn blood from Viktor's nose which was enough to make me feel I'd made it clear we were not on good terms and this was not a place he would be invited. Toni was the first to raise questions. Jory said I was always violent. Mother said I was not in the right state of mind having been sleep deprived and maybe hallucinating. Chris somewhat defended me but in a twisted way.

Cindy was the only one to make no assumptions, far from the sister that used to instigate my temper, raise her voice at me, and refer to me as inhumane. Whenever she had changed her attitude and opinion of me, I couldn't pinpoint it. All I knew was that I didn't want her to regress to those times.

Neither did I. As I regained my energy and returned to a proper sleep schedule, Toni and I grew distant. She began to speak to Jory as she once did, before I sought her out. Her attempts at trying to recover our relationship were of no interest to me. If there was a past we shared, it remained there, and I had no business retrieving it back to the present.

Cindy did leave. But not for the five years she had originally planned. Only months had passed when Chris' untimely, unfortunate death brought her back to us. In those months in her absence, I had lost my sanity and my entire family. Everyone had left me. I didn't call her to tell her the news, it must've been mother.

As I lay in the darkness in the room across Cindy's old room, I heard the sound of the disturbed gravel outside. I was out the door going to a past in which my family was still here. Hopeful that I'd see mother or Jory, I opened the door, this time wanting nothing more than to truly invite them into my home.

She stepped out, her blonde, flowing hair falling down her back. She arrived in black but shined in white beneath the bright arch light. There was no man to make me lose my cool, there was no skin to make me rage, and there was no one else to make me stop what I decided to do. Finally, in my arms once more, she ran into and I swore to keep her there.

There was no other woman I'd carry like a bride inside my home. I laid her on my proper bed, where no one else but I had ever slept. I didn't undress her, I cherished her. Her bare shoulders I rubbed, her perfect arms I traced, her warm chest I held against me. Those delicate breasts I treated with honest passion. Her curved hips I mesmerized and her soft stomach I tenderly kissed.

Slender legs that were womanly, gentle, and bare, I raised over me. My mouth ran down her legs, sticking out my tongue over her thighs which I had groped and bit softly. I opened her up to me, watching her drip lovingly from her delicate folds. Her scent spilled over my mouth and fell on my tongue.

I was going to be the last man to touch her. She was mine, and if we must be siblings, I still wouldn't change a thing. This role of my woman was hers and hers only. As she helped me to drop my clothes to the floor, she grabbed me as she once did in that bath, but this time, she took hold of my shape as if she never forgot how it fit in her hand. Her mouth enveloped me and her head moved to stimulate me and just as she had held her breath underwater, she held it for even longer as she dove me down her throat.

She nearly had me at a climax when I decided it was time to fully take her. The first thrust was so tightly clenched, it was better than any wet cave I'd been in before. Moving was a must in a feeling so drug-inducing that I knew I'd have her far more times than I was probably capable of. Her beautiful body reacted so earnestly and honestly to my every thrust.

She clasped me and griped me despite how slippery and wet she was around me. I churned her wetness into an irresistible cream that covered my entire length. As much as I didn't want to think of it, I was now well aware that Lance had tried to talk to Cindy again perhaps for this very feeling of how perfect she was. To think that he would consider me such a threat despite how Cindy professed that she loved him made me realize how much more he knew she must've loved me.

I wouldn't give Cindy's heart away now that is was fully mine. I was the only one allowed to see my sister this way, and to hear my name with such need would belong to her for the rest of our lives. I was in love. No longer was she any of those disgraceful words I ever called her. The way I treated her was all I needed to repent for.

"Cindy, I love you." I held her, feeling her heart pick up as I slapped my skin against hers. "I love you, Cindy. I'm sorry. Forgive me. Stay with me."

She looked at me and held on to my shoulders, kissing my face as steadily as she could as I moved her with me. I realized then how my voice must've trembled and how all my worries had yet to be kissed away. She didn't stop. She held on, kissed me, and just held me.

"I'll change. I promise."

Cindy's loving arms refused to let me go even after I had to get up to bring us under the covers. As I did, I took in her breathtaking figure, highlighted by the moonlight as if dressed in white, she lay for me to see her. White was now all I ever wanted her to wear.