Page 45 of Darkest Descent

His brow furrowed. “We can’t go back. We’re dead.” He sucked in a breath. “Dead. We’re dead. Dad, Mom, Ali—”

I grabbed his chin and forced him to look right at me, squeezing his lips so they smushed up. His breathing was heavy, but he was trying to calm it.

“Did you want any of it?” I asked, demanded of him, more like. Alice came up behind Asher as I spoke, her face and hands cleaned of blood, but still caked everywhere else. She looked concerned, her mouth tight, brows drawn together. “Did you? Because I watched you for a long time from the shadows, and you weren’t happy with your life. Were you happy?”

Asher didn’t respond, so I squeezed his jaw even tighter and smacked a kiss onto his lips. “Were you happy?” I asked again, kissed him over and over. “Tell me.”

“I wasn’t,” Alice admitted, standing in front of us now, the last glow of the house fire backlighting her, making her look demonic, beautifully so. “I have nothing to go back for. Friends I’ll miss only a little, a degree I don’t care for… I— I want to go away. Far away. Returning after all this would be so wrong. It would be backwards. Not forwards.”

Her eyes were soft on mine, and we shared a smile. We were on the same page, which shocked me, since I’d hurt her so much worse than I had her brother. But we were more alike than he and I. She had a black pit in her heart, a coldness she could welcome in. He switched off his emotions rather than letting them take over, but he was inherently good. His goodness could eat him up if we didn’t get through to him.

“Asher,” I spoke to him, gesturing for Alice to come closer too. “Tell me what you’ll miss about your old life and I’ll get it for you. Tell me what we can do to make you be okay about what we’ve done and I’ll do it.”

He appeared surprised at my declaration. But I was willing to do anything for him, so he knew how serious I was. How much he meant to me. How much both of them did. My life started the moment they accepted me. His life needed to start anew, too. However he wanted. I had money. Resources. I was theirs.

“I—” he tried to find the words, but tears flooded his eyes and his voice stuttered. “I feel nothing,” he admitted, his words so quiet and full of pain. “Nothing!” he yelled, making Alice flinch back. But I kept my grip on his jaw and forced him to release his truth.

“Tell me,” I demanded.

He ripped himself free of my grasp and jumped to the ground, yanking his dirty t-shirt from his body, revealing his taut stomach. “I don’t feel any shame or guilt or pain for what I’ve done. I— We… we killed two people tonight and I don’t care. None of the right emotions are there.” He shoved his pants down, then his boxers, kicking them off with his shoes and socks too. Stood before us, his hard erection jutting out, he spread his arms wide, presenting himself to us, to the world. Every inch of him, naked and sacrificial under the moonlight. Alice and I watched, waited. My cock thickened behind the zipper of my jeans to see him so open, so ragged.

“It turned me on,” he told us, grabbing his cock as if to show us where. “This thing has been hard since you started slicing. What does that make me?” His voice was begging, fraught. “What does that make me?”

Alice stepped forward first, but I was only a moment behind. As I strode to him, I pulled my clothes off, too, not stopping until we were both bare, chest to chest.

“It makes you like us,” I told him, reaching between our bodies to grip both our cocks in my fist, showing him how hard I was too, how depraved. “It makes you like the two most important people in your life.”

His eyes shuttered when I squeezed us, massaging up and down. We were dry, but it didn’t matter. This was a show, a declaration.

“If you hate yourself, then you hate us, too,” I continued, watching as Alice approached him from behind and wrapped her arms around his body, resting her head on his back. “You don’t hate your sister, you love her.”

“Love you both,” he confessed, then sighed when I gathered the droplets of pre-cum from both our slits and smoothed it down our lengths. He loved me. I knew he loved Alice, but hearing how he felt about me awoke a part of my heart I thought would never heal.

“Love you both, too,” Alice’s voice came from behind Asher, and he gasped when she sank to her knees, spreading his ass cheeks apart. I grinned at him, watching his reactions to whatever she was doing.

As Asher’s eyes never strayed from mine, I spoke, still jerking both our cocks. “You’re like us, that’s all. We’re perfect together. We’ve all fucked each other up. I’m missing an eye because of our sister. She’s still got a marked pussy from me. You helped me fuck her in the ass when she couldn’t consent. We’re all assholes, but we’re together. We’re meant to be like this, Asher. He made us this way. And his creations killed him.”

“Fuck…” Asher grunted, and I had to have a look. Alice was devouring his hole, her hand moving between her legs as she worked our brother to the brink. “I… I know that now,” Asher carried on, his mind wandering between confessions and the sensations Alice forced on his ass. “I know. We’re the same. It’s us. All us. Please, fuck…”

I fell to my knees and sucked his cock into my mouth, drawing the head to the back of my throat in one delicious swoop. He was warm and heavy on my tongue, already so full, so ready to blow. I reached for Alice’s hand as we took our brother to oblivion, and she squeezed tight, ran her thumb over mine in a sign of affection. A promise that she was right there with us. That this was monumental.

Asher came down my throat only moments later, and I swallowed it all down, relishing in how he tasted, how his body convulsed and moved between us. Fuck, he hadn’t been lying about being desperate.

He collapsed to the ground between us, his knees digging into the wet grass with ours, and grabbed both our hands so we were in a circle, connected palm to palm. The fire in the distance was just an orange blot as the sun worked its way over the horizon. It meant nothing now. The new day was starting, all the shit of our past left in the dark.

“I don’t care how fucked up this is. That was what I realized in the house. I don’t care. I should care that we did something so depraved, but I don’t.” Asher looked awake, renewed like he’d had a fucking rebirth when he filled my neck with his cum.

Alice was smiling, and I couldn’t help but grin, too. He was right. As long as we had each other, nothing else mattered. We were all fucked up. But fucked up together was better than sad and alone.

Footage of the mansion burning down played out in dramatic fashion on the news for over two weeks before dying down. It picked up again when investigators found the bodies of the owners, Mr. and Mrs. Samuels, tycoon and heiress, American wonder couple. And once more, when we released all the footage we had online, all the proof we had of Father’s dirty businesses and sick urges. Airing their filthy laundry was almost as satisfying as shoving his body parts up his ass and hearing him scream for mercy.

Almost.

The twins agreed to die, as planned. There was a passing moment when Alice considered revealing it was all a deception and chasing after the family money, but I had enough for us to survive, and we’d stolen plenty to keep going before we settled somewhere new. The footage of the twins’ death played out on every social media channel, repeated and shared over and over as everyone relived the horror at Father’s reaction. It was perfect. He fell even further on the world stage, hated and talked about for only the bad things he’d done - which were many. Crime shows discussed him, forums popped up theorizing about what happened. Asher enjoyed looking at them the most, often sharing the most outlandish theories. Some were shockingly close to the truth.

But the twins’ bodies would never be found, and we could move on.

Father’s businesses tanked, both the legal and illegal sides. Other men and women got caught and charged with a shopping list of crimes, and the world ground to a halt for a moment. It was a glorious thing to watch from the safety of the woods, everything I ever hoped for. His brother disappeared, but the twins didn’t have much to say about him.

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