Page 48 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

I haven’t seen Davina since we were children. We were both fostered in the same homes because no one ever wanted to tear us apart. But it’s her. I know it because of that scar. The one thatsits just above the small of her back, crescent-shaped from the time I pushed her too hard on a swing set and she fell off. Even though I can only see part of it, the angry way it healed stayed with me since I was responsible for her getting hurt that day.

That was the reason Julius insisted on her. That was the reason Dad insisted on me.

No one ever knew that I wasn’t his biological son because he had those records sealed.

I bite down on my lower lip as I watch my little sister absolutely massacring Emily’s puckered hole with a candlestick.

She’s still the same vicious little bitch I remember. The one that would playhousewith me. A game of Mister and Missus changed everything between us.

Our foster parents caught us in the bathtub touching each other in places that we shouldn’t have been, and even though we didn’t know or understand what we were doing at the time, I remember falling in love with her each and every single time.

It started out as curiosity on both our parts, but it became something so much more to me and I tried to explore those feelings with her.

That’s why we got removed from the last foster home we were in.

Even though she’s grown up now, I know it’s her. I’ve spent most of my days over in the dumpy area of town watching her from a distance, and the scar confirms my suspicions that the woman I’m looking at, is indeed, my sister.

I reach down and give my balls a squeeze, then a pull as Davina removes the candlestick from Emily’s hole, then smacks her ass after she lets out a loud, unhinged moan.

“Good girl. Now that you’ve come for me, you understand what it’s like,” my sister tells her. “

“What is?” Emily breathes as she turns over and rests on her back.

“Being someone’s fucktoy,” Davina tells her evenly. “Now you know how it feels. Now it’s your turn to bear the fucking shame of it.”

“What?” Emily asks as she sits up and looks at her with wide eyes.

Davina rests a hand on either side of her and leans forward. “I always knew you were a pathetic little bitch. I didn’t know you were such an easy whore, too. I guess it runs in the family.”

Tossing the candlestick onto the table, Davina shoves her tits back into her corset top, straightens out the bottom half of her dress and makes her way straight toward me.

Taking a deep breath, I move quickly and quietly to the next room, hiding behind a slightly cracked door, watching her walk by with her head held high and her shoulders squared.

I close my eyes and grind my teeth together as I continue pulling on my dick until a stream of cum shoots out of the head of my cock.

Thoughts of Davina touching my young body dancing in my head and shoving me over the fucking edge. The same thoughts that have kept me going all of these long, lonely years.

Fuck Emily,I think as I rest my forehead against the door and try to regain my bearings.I want my sister back.

Chapter 17

Emily

Shame.

Betrayal.

These are the things I’m feeling as I start to get dressed again with tears streaming down my face, and I stand on unsteady legs.

Now you know how it feels.

The emotions that Davina had been living with for the past ten years have been passed onto me because I fell for the moment.

As I wipe the tears from my eyes and pull out a chair at the table, I smack the candlestick away and raise my hands to cover my face when I hear it clang against the floor.

Davina always hated Daddy, but she didn’t start to hate me or Mom until I found out what he had been doing to her.

Living on the streets wasn’t easy, but knowing now that she has a daughter to take care of as well makes me feel even worse for that little white lie.

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