Chapter 4: Deborah's Thoughts

The embodiment of nature, fluttered gracefully along the eastern winds with a tapestry of colors shifting with the very motion of its wings, a testament of freedom in its theme.

Then it died abruptly. Its existence was a wonder, but not in the face of death.

Mrs. Harriet concentrated on the sharp corners of the roadside cliff as she smoothly enjoyed the mechanical marvel of her new Audi R 8.

The untimely demise of the insect against the windshield was beyond her attention, though it left a deep impression to the young company beside her.

"I wish I was a butterfly," Deborah said after witnessing its captivating appearance. There was a longing in her voice.

"Why would you want that?" Her aunt asked. The normality of life hid deep mysteries that only her Young lady could gleam into.

"I'm envious of its mythical ability to spur great changes without much effort." she said with a finger underneath her chin, if she had that kind of power, maybe she won't have so much trouble making him...

Harriet took a look at Deborah quizzically, "I'm sorry to disappoint, but the world isn't ready for your nefarious plans. There's a good reason we don't always get what we always want. Additionally, power is not power if you can't control it.

The might of a tool might be detrimental to its user if, its beyond the threshold of control. Control was a perquisite to effective dominance.

"I know, but we have to do with what we have," Deborah answered as a matter of fact. The rules etched in reality naturally or figuratively barred the ambitious. They discovered leeway's found in its loose ends, a flaw in the framework of things, but was it...

Consequences were a defensive mechanism to remind them of their hubris. Control was essential to understand one's limit allowed. Deborah's upbringing always stressed upon this principle. She understood its significance, but sometimes when you want something, you really want it.

"What plans do you have for that boy and girl, haven't they had enough." Harriet finally asked. She couldn't help but feel sympathetic for both of them. They were caught unaware in the unsuspecting strings of a puppeteer, and they had no choice to move according to its whims. The hand behind the curtain wad currently beside her, surely thinking about absurd things.

Deborah envisioned for a while then said with a smile, "For now, nothing."

Her words latched Harriet's thought's to a maze. The girls thoughts were always inscrutable, an exception to her.

"I've known you since birth. You doing nothing means that they are already moving in your chess board willingly or unwillingly." Deborah raised her eyebrow at her aunt's conjecture. Though she didn't refute her, she was on the mark, but not exactly.

'It was an inevitable outcome. I'm just the variable that instigated the process.' She mused thoughtfully.

"Just be careful, if your parent's find out..." Harriet left the rest unsaid, but Deborah understood.

"True, that might be quite troublesome," her words eased Harriet's anxious heart, but only for a moment, "that asshole might disrupt my plans, making it harder for me."

The disrespect towards her father wasn't surprising, what was surprising to Harriet, was for once, her Young Lady decided to care about something else other than her well being. She was very familiar with her employer, and he never held back when teaching his progeny a lesson. Sometimes boundaries might be crossed forcing the intervention of the lady of the house. So this was new for her. "I just hope you know what your doing."

"That's the problem. I always know what am doing." the arrogance in her tone was enough to assuage all worries.

'Though I can't argue with her, when she puts her mind in something, she gets it.' Harriet mused.

The rest of their journey was accompanied by silence..

******

At night after some arguments between Natalia and her parents about her lewd behavior everyone went to sleep off their accumulated stress. The thumping of the walls increased in a crescendo. Lucas wondered who schemed against him to occupy this room beside his parents.

His parents always resorted to rough sex to vent out their unresolved feelings. The vehemence of their love was contingent on emotional extremities accrued recently. It had a positive and negative effect on their marriage, but why did he have to suffer for it.

He wore noise cancelling headphones, but the aftershock from their violent activities pointed out his useless measures.

"Yesssss!..keep going...faster...faster!Ah!" a resounding scream of ecstasy from the both of them annihilating any hopes of sleep. The headboard was at the verge of destroying the wall.

The guilt he felt while looking at his half-mast penis washed away like a bad dream the more he listened to them having sex uncaring of their kid's existence.

He stood up from bed, grabbed his lotion, and tissue from the bathroom, and decided to throw his morality to the damned. With his hands on his dick, he stroked it to full length, the familiar sound of the bed creaking was enough bring his arousal to rear its head.

The couple surely weren't satisfied, and Lucas intended to use their good intentions for his own pleasure. The past few days wore out his spirit, who dared judge him.

Flipping through mental images that were appropriate for his current situation was tedious. All the naked women in his mind missed something, and that made him desperate.

"Ahh!Fuck!...Fuuuck!...Ronald...Go harder!!" the catalyst of his delusions went harder and harder at it. They threw away all decency out the window and sort nirvana. Lucas was anxiously brimming with frustration as his imaginative failed him, no it didn't fail him, it's his expectations that failed him. The targets were wrong from the start. His hands clenched harder on his hard-on as it moved with furious purpose. The symphony of slapping flesh supplemented by moans and grunts pushed him to the brink.

Despondency begets necessity; memories of that night took precedence. The act no longer forbidden, but indispensable to his selfish cause. Like a prelude to a bad ending, the scent of sex became impossibly discernible, the flames of lust never burned so deep in him, he surrenders himself to the heat.

He was no longer in his room, like a mirage he, appeared in his parent's room. He saw and marveled at their indulgence; he wanted it, no it was a craving within. He wished to be his father. At this point he knew, he wasn't thinking straight. He didn't care.

The sensation of flesh upon flesh, the silky material underneath ensuring maximum comfort for their bodies, the vivid glistening of sweat rolling on each others skin; a lubricant to a passionate movement, above the platform of desires; its integrity a boon. He felt all of it at once.

Lucas took his fathers place, his mother remained, squirming underneath him. Realization dawned on him, but before he could get off, he identified his mistake. It wasn't his mother at his mercy, but his sister. They looked alike, why did he hesitate. Was that even a valid reason to all this? He shouldn't be here, or her. The devil took root, a conspiracy overshadowed by logic. It whispered. "Take the prize and forsake the lie" it spoke with a charm. It didn't make sense, but its intent spread to him. He listened, and his fall was pre-destined.

With a growl Lucas entered her, her folds caressing him delicately. Is this form of pleasure even possible. His hips pushed further ending his voyage to her depths. The warmth in her forced a pleasurable groan from him. The girth and length of his penis measured 5.6 inches and 7.5 inches respectively. His father's detestable genes made their renown. He started moving his hips, traversing the holy tunnel roughly. He was thoroughly relishing it servicing.

Energy became infinite in his reserves. His movements became more fierce. The faster he went the more his confusion grew. Natalia lay there, unmoving and unresponsive. Her breasts bounced vigorously, inciting his hands to handle them roughly. Their buoyancy felt good in his grasp. His lips found her paradise and sucked her nipples hungrily.

Her red pubic hair meeting his, as he banged her to oblivion. Her natural scent from her armpits enticing. He held her closer, hugging tightly to be a part of him. Her naked form finally in his grasp. They were two sides of him, one in remorse the other that couldn't be controlled.

Panic crept on Lucas, as tears streamed from her hollow eyes. He wanted to stop; he was defiling an unwilling party, but how could he when the devil was sure of its bets.

His muscles tightened from the overwhelming orgasm. It was unpreceded. Masturbation was a rotten comparison to this. It was a sin to define it, and it was overwhelming. He roared in euphoria, the conflicting emotions in him making it more memorable.

They both lay upon each other exhausted, one from relief, the other from torture.

A whimper escaped her, bringing Lucas to lucidity. Disgust and hatred towards himself festered seen her pitiful state. He tried to move away, but his body had other plans.

Like automation, his penis hardened again, a more ferocious one. It swelled in her, and his hips began moving again and again. Lucas tried to stop, but it rebelled. Making it worse, Natalia finally tried to fight back, but she sparked his primal desires. Her eyes communicated back to him asking, 'Why?'.

"Nat, what's happening?" Lucas asked,

"Who am I?"

"Why am I doing this?" She didn't respond, her despairing countenance horrified him. He wanted to end this, but it was not on his terms. There were no sex fluids in her glands, and her pain was immeasurable. Like a violent beast taking its due, he pummeled her over and over. He ejaculated multiple times, but he wasn't done with her. She became a husk underneath his savagery.

"Natalia!" He screamed, at last, his dragon spurring excessive streams of cum in her womb. The thought of pregnancy wasn't in his consideration. Something was taking control over him, and disgustingly he let it take control willingly. Everything disappeared leaving a white expanse. A rope was dangling a float; the center was unknown in this realm, but its purpose was obvious. He walked straight to the hanging object. He defiled his blood, better be dead than live through that. He found the rope around his neck while he stood on a chair, and with a smile he jumped.

Unfortunately, he woke up alone in his familiar room, and very much alive.

'Was I dreaming,' he thought. His hands were still handling his deflated penis with cum staining all over. The other was stroking his neck cautiously. He realized that his delusions went too far this time. It seems that his parents already retired and somehow he slept midway. Suddenly his door moved an inch, but it was very noticeable for his already hyperactive mind.

A figure stood in the hallway, her presence cementing his shame and self-loathing permanently. She saw it all and maybe heard her name while her brother wanked himself to death. What would she think about him now? She already went through a tormenting ordeal today, but he made it worse. A perverted freak he was. Luckily she left him to drown on his sorrows.

"What did that dream even mean? How could I rape my own sister? Therapy would be a good idea." He thought of getting help, but dismissed that absurd alternative. Laying out his secrets to a stranger was uncalled for also his parents won't accede to pay the fees.

Through he was glad that the scenario never happened, hallucination or whatever it was.

He wanted to check on his sister, but there was a wall between him and Natalia since that night, and today he made it thicker.

On that note, he wondered why Nat was roaming around at this time of night. Maybe she was annoyed by her parent's nocturnal activities.

And why was he holding his neck?