Caring is Cold Comfort Pt. 04

"I love you," he said and kissed me. My mouth opened and our tongues found each other.

"Mmmm," I purred as he shifted me once again and a hand somehow found my clit. My breathing became shallow as I was totally limp in his arms save only the muscles in my neck needed to keep kissing him.

He turned and nodded to the mirror. "See you as I do," he commanded, and I obeyed. I saw a wet and wanton mess. A creature of appetite. I smiled and licked his chest and bit his shoulder.

"Fuck me, brother."

He chuckled, sweetly. "On my terms." He stooped down, grabbed my bag from the pharmacy, held me with one arm as he grabbed several towels and carried me into his bedroom.

He laid the towels out all while I nibbled on his neck. Some song I didn't know was playing on his laptop. My hand reached down, and I stroked his cock. Once he had things set, he gently placed me on his bed pausing only to see me gazing up at him. Then he put his weight on top of me at first. Cautious. "Gentle to start," he said.

I nodded, past the point of words. Still he had said it would be on his terms.

"Do you trust me?" Nod.

"Do you feel safe?" Nod.

He applied lube to himself and I saw him hard and judged him bountiful. He looked into my eyes and found me ravenous.

Our fingers intertwined and he slid between my legs. We kissed again as I felt him outside my opening. He shifted his weight and pushed softly. My flesh resisted him until I felt a slight tear. I gasped as he was inside me.

"You okay," he asked as I felt him flex.

"Uh huh," was my quiet reply as pain and pleasure intermingled where we joined. He released one hand to grab me by the waist as he again shifted his weight. While he did that, I used my free hand to grab his hair and pull his face down. I bit his lip and his ear. I wanted to devour him, eat him up as his pace slowly began to increase.

I felt like a time lapsed video of a rosebud beginning to bloom. Something built within me and radiated outwards. As the sounds of our bodies slapping together took on a rhythm, I noticed that this was different than my other orgasms from pure clitoral stimulation. This was deeper, stronger.

As if he read my mind he let go of my torso and reached down and strummed my clit. I cried out, "uhhhnn," or I tried to, as my voice broke. He began to wane, and I raked my nails across his back. "Keep fucking me," I demanded through gritted teeth.

He snorted and laughed and then raised up and brought one of my legs with him. Almost squatting on his knees, he held my legs apart and thrust into me in time with the motion of the mattress. This caused us the collide harder, and he pushed into me deeper, until I knew I was utterly filled up.

As I long suspected, my brother was a perfect fit.

I gazed along and observed him staring intently at my bouncing breasts. I pinched my nipples, another drop of pleasure lost in the sea I was drowning in. "Uhhnn Bub- "spittle flew from my mouth. I was a hot, gooey mess. "Bubba fuck," I shouted as the orgasm crashed over me.

My chest was so hot, the air I breathed felt scorching. Sweat trickled down from him and splattered on my tummy. My titties wobbled as I giggled in ecstasy. I realized I hadn't felt him cum, and knew that, in my ignorance, if I was even supposed to be able to tell. So, I asked.

"Bubba did you, you know, unload inside me?" I didn't care about the answer, or the consequences.

"Shh," he leaned in and we kissed. "That was for me. What I wanted... for your first time to be special." His expression became hard, and I sat up with a smile.

He took one of the towels from the bed and held it above me. I was surprised at how little blood there was on it. Still he wiped me clean with it, then re-lubricated me before tearing the towel in strips. He left the room; and returned with several cushions from his ratty couch.

"Make sure you're comfortable," he told me as he placed two pillows on top of the cushions. I eventually realized he wanted me to lie across them and did so as he drug the bed with me on it closer to the mirror. It was then I noticed the camera.

I chuckled. "Think mom and dad would approve?"

"Quiet," he told me as he fiddled with it. Once he seemed satisfied, he turned and pulled my arms behind me and tied them together with a strip of the towel. He then picked me up and held me until we were face to face. "This is about to become a matter of life and death. This might even be the only time I do this, so you better fucking pay attention and do as I say, or I'll leave you tied up here and go fuck Kacy instead."

Had he not said her name then, in that context, as a threat, I might not have done what I did next. But there we were, naked, in the throes of post coital delight a term I once read and appreciated the phrase so much I stole it because I like nice things. 'He mentioned her,' I fumed.

"What's your safe word."

I gave it no thought. "Robert Darby," I said and smiled.

He flinched and then swatted at the air. "Alright," he kissed me and set me back across the pillows. He flipped my hair over and wrapped several cloth strips around my neck. "Can you breathe well?"

"Yes," I told him. My heart began to pound. He tightened.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Urk!" A spike of panic followed by unadulterated lust.

He loosened it. "Speak."

"Robert Darby," I said and felt as though my vagina had inhaled.

He nodded and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a belt.

"Bubba, just- "I yelped as he swatted my ass.

"Promise me you will call it off if it gets to be too much. If I ask you a question at any point and you do not make any sound I will quit." He stooped down and peered into my face. "Promise me you won't let me hurt you, Bobbi."

I didn't hesitate. "I promise," I said with my fingers crossed, although I meant it. Mostly.

He fed the end of the belt through the buckle and looped it over my head. He pulled it taut across my throat, but not so tight I couldn't breathe.

My eyes forward I could see him walk around me in the bedroom mirror and my expression of demented joy as I took in the sight of me naked, tied up and waiting for my brother. He put two fingers inside me and leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Be very careful Bobbi," he told me as those two fingers were held under my nose. "Because you won't be conscious for most of this."

"Wait," I started to cry out but as soon as I opened my mouth those same two fingers fish hooked my cheek and he cinched the belt. My eyes bulged as I saw his reflection utter the words, and then all was dark.

***

I stepped out of the car and flounced towards his apartment when Darren and Mike grabbed me. They put their hands over my mouth. I tried to scream, to fight, but they were too strong.

They pulled me into an abandoned apartment. They tore at my clothes. They choked me until the world was dim and then I was in my brother's bedroom.

I shuddered and retched as my lungs finally found air. "That's it," Bubba said, "I can't do this." He was pulling the belt off.

"Don't be a bitch," I wheezed. "Fuck me like a man." I coughed. He snorted. He cinched the belt and said the words.

This time it wasn't Darren and Mike, it was Bubba. I had ruined Kacy's life and he agreed to do as I asked but when I arrived at his place, I went to give him a hug he shoved me down. I cowered in terror as he railed at me about how bad I was, about how I was an evil person. How I needed to be punished.

He tore off my clothes and let his hands roam all over my body before he pulled off his belt and spanked me on my ass, then my thighs, then my back, then my tits.

I was in his bedroom, the feel of his thick penis stretching my pussy in delicious pleasure as he stuffed me from behind. I realized then that I was back from the fantasy.

"Please," I begged, "again." I began to cry out in orgasm, but he cinched the belt tight. My only sound was a muffled. "Hurnnn."

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. Through slitted eyes I could see my entire body arched in the mirror as he spoke to me. "Too good for an evil person like you." Fantasy and reality blended then, and I orgasmed again as I lost myself in something I couldn't explain, just the experience of pure bliss.

I was taken through several other scenarios, one involved Kacy stripping me and fucking me with a strap on. I fucking hated that one.

"Robert Darby," I shouted as he brought me out.

"What?" He nearly jumped backwards in shock. I laughed.

"Punk ass bitch mother fucker with your little choad dick. Fuck you urk!"

"Fuck me? No," he laughed as he forced my face down into the pillows. He released the tension on the belt as there was no need to choke me if he was going to smother me. My toes curled and my vaginal muscles spasmed as I felt his cum shoot on my back. "Fuck you." And the world went dark.

I awoke in a bed, only it wasn't his. It was a hospital, not new, my old one, from when I was sick. I looked down, tubes and wires ran everywhere across my emaciated body. I was naked, with all the bruises and contusions laid bare. I ran my hand across my scalp and cried out when I realized I was bald again.

There was only me, and the beeping of the machines, and an intercom floating in the air. Oh, and the ticking of a clock.

"Bubba! Mommy! Daddy!" My wail reverberated in empty space. I felt a tugging then; and looked down in horror to see the tubes and wires wrapping around my limbs. I struggled, frantic as I tried and failed to scream. The wires were across my throat, burrowing into my skin.

"Sorry," I tried to shout, but of course couldn't. I thought it all the same. It seemed important, to finish this confession. "Sorry I used you all; and hurt you. Sorry I hurt everyone."

'I'm not sorry I hurt Kacy though,' I thought with a voice audible not to the brain or the heart, but the gut. 'Fuck her.'

Suddenly there was a squeal of static as Bubba's voice barked out of the intercom hanging above me. "Bobbi, do you hear me?"

"Yes Bubba," I cried out. 'I knew he'd be here.'

"Bobbi, I have you in here for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, you're a very dangerous girl, and I'm going to have to extract some promises from you regarding your behavior from now on. Or, you can stay locked in here."

"No Bubba," I shouted, "don't leave me. I'm yours forever!"

"Hmm I don't know. You cause an awful lot of trouble. Maybe I should just go and settle down with Kacy."

I screeched and hissed and something serpentine slithered in my throat. A forked tongue darted out and licked the air in rage. "I'll do whatever you say."

"Good," he sounded relieved. "Honestly Bobbi, you can be you outside, but when I take you under, when I hypnotize you, I need control over you. Complete control. Promise me that, and I'm yours forever."

I thought it over and quickly realized I would have no choice, and no true leverage with which to wager. But maybe I could leave myself a little wiggle room.

"Complete control, like I need your permission to pee, or chew, or breathe even? I don't - "he cut me off.

"No Bobbi, you'll retain full power over all lower level functions, things your body does without thinking. And honestly, I probably won't even have you hypnotized most of the time. My promise to you, we are closer now than ever before."

"Okay," I made my voice scared as I pushed myself away from the intercom. Inside I seethed as I pictured every time I saw Bubba and Kacy together, real or imagined, and pushed my hatred down low, down into my DNA. He could control my thoughts if he wanted, but he couldn't control my emotions. "Don't hurt me please, Bubba, and please leave me this night to enjoy this with you." I made my eyes flutter.

He laughed. "Sure Bobbi, anything for you. Like I said, I don't intend to even have to use it, so long as you don't act out. There is one thing though." An IV tube slid across my face and into my ear.

"That tickles. What are you doing? My head feels funny."

"It's nothing major, just taking a few memories away that you won't miss anyhow, and also installing a failsafe of sorts. Believe me Bobbi, I love you, and will do nothing that will change you too much."

"Oh," I moaned as the hospital room faded and I was returned to Bubba's embrace. I pushed myself up, reached back above my shoulder, grabbed his hair and pulled him into a kiss. I had to crane my neck and even then, our tongues only touched because we wagged them outside of our mouths, but we did that as he reached around and cupped my tits.

"Love you," we both said, and smiled as the reverie ended with the sound of clapping. I looked at the doorway and saw Kacy there.

"So," she said, her smugness wafting around like the stench from bloated cat's corpse on the side of the road. "It's been one hell of a day, huh?"

I gulped, not from fear, but anticipation.

'Got you bitch,' I thought and imagined I exhaled poison.

Kacy's Point of View:

I returned to James' apartment after several hours at the police precinct. Given how readily they bought my story. I supposed the two goons' prior arrest record and other charges made it a slam dunk case. I didn't have to mention pictures, or Ashley or James. My story was enough, well that combined with Robert's.

I thought about him again, in that hospital bed, a result of him fighting for me. I slid off my jacket sat on the couch. The cushions were gone, the place reeked of sex, and I could hear moaning coming from down the hallway.

That was good, as all of this had been perpetrated to get Ashley to a place to make her more pliant for James, and for me. I had James' promise and now I had a grateful Ashley. I didn't know, when I planned this, if they'd end up talking or fucking, but something had to give.

Darren and Mike were in jail, and would stay there for a while, perhaps long enough for James to find a new apartment, maybe even long enough for me and Ash to graduate unmolested. I remembered the photos of me, 'well, mostly unmolested.'

I knew in that instant that I would have all the other stuff of me online deleted. That wasn't me, not really. That was the subliminals and hypnotism. That was Ashley! 'Well, mostly Ashley.'

The more I thought on it, the madder I was at James. And then there was that night, his bedroom, what he did... I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I wasn't sure I wanted him to ever touch me again. 'How deep had Ash gotten her claws into me anyway,' I asked myself. I clearly remember being revolted by James in the past. Could a couple of hours of hypnotism this morning really restore what she had spent months tearing apart? 'And what about James, he's always been infatuated with me, what's his impetus for me to revert back to who I was?'

'And should I even want to?' I reflected on all the things we did, some of me somewhere had to of enjoyed it. I knew for certain watching him beat up those two shitheads earlier got me wet enough I nearly slid off my car seat.

I thought yet again of Robert. I used to despise him too, his constant erections when we would grapple, not unlike James always trying to peek up or down my clothing. But they were sweethearts. 'Well, mostly Robert. Rolling around with a girl, what teenaged boy wouldn't pop a woody? But James, something isn't right with him.'

I heard them kissing and stood up. 'I'll square up with Ashley first, if I have to, I'll hold James to his promise and remove those trigger phrases from Ash and me. Then, I don't know. Without any nonsense I'll see how I'll feel then.' I adjusted my sweater. 'Cheer up, at least with this I'll finally have Ashley.' I walked down the hall.

Bubba's Point of View

I felt my dick plop out of my sister's pussy as my girlfriend looked on, somewhat perturbed. After she finished clapping, she crossed her arms over her chest. A fly buzzed around my head; I saw it from the corner of my eye.

"Kacy," my sister cried out as she extended arms, "I'm sorry. My god I didn't think! You must hate me."

Kacy shook her head and approached. Despite the buzzing I watched her eyes drink in my sister's body. She bit her lip as she got closer, and then she slapped Bobbi across the face.

"That's for making me hate my body! And this," she raised her other hand. I growled.

"You will not slap her again." The fly was crawling all over me now. 'What the fuck is going on.'

Kacy sniffed. "Fine, I'm sorry for that, but Ashley you damn near ruined my life."

Bobbi wailed out, "I know, I'm sorry! But you had those guys attack me, thank god James was there to save me," she warbled.

I had to stop myself from wincing. Kacy clearly was out of her league now. All these years and she still didn't know who, or rather, what, she was dealing with. The grandiose ego masking the fragile inner self. The Machiavellian planning and plotting and all for the attainment of her personal goals, wants and desires. With little to no regard for other people or their feelings.

These characteristics combined into the most dangerous personality type known in psychology, I suspected it, and to be honest, must have known it for a while, given how I once dedicated myself to mimicking Bobbi to beat her. Even then she still got what she wanted.

Kacy was blinded by that beautiful face and those killer tits. To confirm this, while they argued, Bobbi turned to look back at me and winked. 'She is a great actress,' I thought. I slapped my shoulder where I felt that fly land on the spot Bobbi had bitten me earlier and I realized in that moment she had planted something. Something bad. All I could do was wait and deal with it once it arrived. I could hypnotize her in front of Kacy, but I knew that would disgust Kacy, and ruin any chance I had. I felt frozen despite having the power of uttering a couple of phrases to change it, to fix it.

I had made promises, and now I could not keep them and keep the girls I loved. I was stuck in-between yet again. I knew then I'd have to make a choice. I saw Bobbi's smirk in the mirror, and while I didn't believe she had planned this out, she was adept enough to realize that even now she was causing a lot of grief.

Kacy was getting angrier. "I think you owe me a lot."

Bobbi was non plussed. "I said I'm sorry and I thanked you for helping Bubba save me, what more do you want? Hmm, you want to fuck us, or just me, while you look down on him? Is that it, you look down on us, meanwhile he's the first real man you've ever had."

"You don't make sense, you know that. You two deserve each other. Hypnotizing people and tricking them to get what you want," I heard the disdain in her voice and my heart broke. I felt even Bobbi tense up, and she had been directing the conversation this way the entire time.

Bobbi shook her head. "You're a girl, same as me. We trick guys all the time. Flirt when not even interested, just for a self-esteem boost. Makeup, push up bras, we don't really look like that; we lie all the time. Don't pretend you're some fucking moral saint. I know you aren't."

I stepped back, stunned. 'Something is going on here, something I'm not privy too. This is dangerous.' I opened my mouth to give Bobbi her trigger phrase when I was stopped by the sight of Kacy rolling her eyes.

Kacy wasn't done digging the hole, or rather, piling the dirt on top of herself. "James you made a promise earlier, I want you to remove, no, delete certain things. I was hoping Ashley would have seen the error in her ways by now but - "

"How's Robert Darby," Bobbi asked, her sneer evident in the mirror. While I pondered the interruption, the fly crawled into my ear and shrieked, and that was when I found the trip mine.

***

My sister straddled me. It was the night before. She had failed to hypnotize me into fucking her. More out of just the mechanics than anything, still she was upset, and was now about to take her true revenge on Kacy, and as I learned, on me also.