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ELEVEN

INDI

My conscience slowly crept back into my body, feeling my life returning to my nerves, my limbs tingling like they had been asleep for years. My head screamed and ached, pulsing in the most painful ways. I felt like I had been hit by a semi-truck and left on the side of the road to walk home half dead. Damn, it sucked.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Feeling returned to my body, and I tried to open my eyes only to realize something was covering them.

What the hell?

I tried to reach for my face but couldn’t. My hands were stuck. No. They were…tied? I was unable to move. Something was wrapped around my wrists, keeping them behind my back. It felt like…rope? I completely panicked, realizing my legs were also constrained. “What the fuck,” I breathed. My limbs tugged and wriggled against the binds, attempting to pull free, but it was pointless. They were too tight. I was stuck, tied to—what is this? A a fucking chair? “Haze?” I cried out in fear. “Haze!” My throat burned as I shouted his name. Muffled noises filled the room as I listened closely. “Mary-Jane?” She screamed louder, confirming my fears. “Mary-Jane! Where are you? W-what is happening? Where’s Haze?” Her sounds silenced as the sound of heavy footsteps entered the room. I froze, listening as whoever they belonged to stepped closer and moved around me, circling me like its prey.

Who would do this? Then it clicked. Oh god. It’s him. It’s fucking him. My body trembled, and I tried to fight back tears. My stalker…he was here. Haze, where are you!

“Please. Please, don’t hurt me.” A hand gripped my face, forcing my mouth open as someone breathed a mouthful of weed into mine. I coughed on the smoke, struggling to breathe as he dropped my chin and released me. “Please,” I cried out, unsure of where he was. “Don’t hurt us. Mary-Jane and my brother—they have nothing to do with this! Just let them go, please! I’ll do anything. Anything!”

“Anything?” His low grumbled voice sounded familiar, but I was too emotional to really place it. His hand reached around my body, pulling my shirt. Something cold touched my skin, and I jolted with a loud gasp, knowing what it was. “Don’t move,” he whispered harshly.

The knife slid carefully across my body as he used it to cut my clothes. I flinched with each yank, hearing the fabric of my shirt shred and tear from the harsh cuts, leaving tiny slivers and my body exposed. “Please,” I cried, almost certain I knew what he was going to do. “Don’t do this.”

“You said anything .” Before I could even react or process his words, his hand slid carefully down my chest, touching my breasts and bare skin before eventually reaching my pussy. He began to message me, my body strangely reacting as I arched back into the chair, pulling against the restraints across my wrists and ankles, trying to break free until it hurt. My mouth opened wide to scream, but he grabbed it with his free hand and shoved something inside. Not something. A brownie. He was forcing one of Haze’s brownies deep into my mouth. I nearly gagged on it, the icing dripping down my chin and onto my chest. “Shhhhh.” He blew another cloud of smoke into my face and began to finger me. I reluctantly breathed the earthy stank in while he moved deeper inside me. My body twitched and rolled. I tried to fight it—to fight him—but it was useless. It was like my brain was saying one thing, but my body was feeling the opposite. “Stop resisting, little sis.”

My entire body fell rigid and my blood ran ice cold at his words. The person who tied me up wasn’t my stalker. It was Haze. My brother.

I forcefully swallowed as much brownie as I could and spoke. “H-haze?” My lip quivered as I said his name.

Breathing hit my ear as he continued. “You know I would never hurt you.” He kissed the side of my neck, moaning faintly into my ear as he kept fingering me. “Not like Carter.”

“Stop this. Please,” I begged.

I tried not to like it, squeezing my thighs together, but it only seemed to excite him more. “Stop fighting me. We both know you want this. You’ve always wanted this. Ever since that fateful night we spent together in the attic of your sorority home.” My body began to tighten at the memory.

All this time, I pretended like I had no memory of that night, but it was a lie. I remembered everything. And the recollection of the things we did haunted me. I tried so hard to forget, sickened by how much I liked it. How much I dreamt of it even before that night. Being with Haze had been my fantasy for so long. The immense craving and curiosity for him rose when we were teens, and only grew over time. I always tried to hide it, to pretend it was just a phase. But it wasn’t. And instead of allowing myself to give into the twisted and dark nature of my sexual desires, I denied myself. I thought if I pretended it never happened, slept with other guys and moved on with my life, that I could forget. But I couldn’t. And now, it had all boiled to the surface.

“Haze,” I moaned as he moved faster. I tried to resist, but something about all of this broke me. And just like that, I began to come. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” I cried out. My body arched, pulling against the restraints while I rocked into his palm and ground against the chair, moaning and crying out. I completely lost myself and even smiled, my wetness completely soaking him. He slowly pulled his fingers from my body, making me jolt in absolute ecstasy.

My heart raced and felt like it was trying to jump from my chest, my breathing just as erratic. I almost felt dizzy and lightheaded, whether it was from the drugs, booze, or orgasm, I didn’t know. But I didn’t care.

What have I done?

The all too familiar sick feeling of regret and disgust with myself began to settle over me, and I lowered my head in defeat. Haze lifted my chin softly. “Don’t do that,” he growled. “Don’t apologize for being true to yourself. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Yes, I did. This was wrong. All of it. But I liked it.

Tears fell down my face. “What is wrong with me, Haze?” I sniffled. “What is wrong with us? Why are we like this?”

His hand dropped my chin carefully, and he untied the blindfold, dropping the red material at my tied feet. My eyes burned as I slowly raised them to look at him, crouched in front of me. He was smoking, looking at me with such caring green eyes. My eyes. He blew a cloud of smoke into my face before speaking. “You never did forget, did you?” I reluctantly shook my head.

“I knew it,” he grunted.

Haze stood and walked past me when I saw her. My face burned as her bloodshot eyes stared up at me. Mary-Jane was bound much like myself, but instead on the floor. Haze must’ve done this to us both when he knocked me out before.

“Mary-Jane,” I sobbed. I realized what she must’ve just seen and felt so much shame. “I’m so sorry,” I cried. “I’m so sorry!”

Haze walked back, this time with a large knife. We both looked at him as he approached Mary-Jane. She screamed and cried, muffled by the duct tape around her mouth as she wriggled like a worm. “You did this to yourself, Mary-Jane!” he shouted at her.

“Haze. Haze, don’t!” He looked over his shoulder back at me. “You don’t need to do that. You don’t need to hurt her!”

The corner of his mouth curled. “Yes I do, Indi. She knows too much. And this bitch is too stupid to keep her mouth shut.” He turned back to Mary-Jane, crouching next to her. “I tried to give her a chance, but all she wanted to do was take you away from me. Just like Carter.” He picked a strand of her hair up in disgust. “I never did like your fucking red hair.” Haze used the knife to cut the strand.

“Carter?”

Haze straddled Mary-Jane and picked another strand of her hair up, cutting it roughly with the knife as she cried hysterically.

“Haze—” He glanced at me. “What do you mean ‘like Carter’?” His face darkened with a devious smile. “What did you do?” He dropped Mary-Jane’s hair and put the knife to her throat. “Haze, stop!”

“No! Don’t you see? I have to do this! Not just for me, but for you, too. For us. Carter, Mary-Jane, even your ex boyfriend’s, they’re all in the way. All of them! You don’t need anyone else but me, Indi. Me!”

“Haze.” I don’t know what scared me more. His violence or his devotion to me.

He shook his head. “You want to know what happened to Carter?” He grinned. “I made him my bitch and taught that frat boy a fucking lesson. I made sure my face was the last thing he saw. No one touches my sister!”

Oh my god. My stalker didn’t kill Carter. Haze did. It was him all along. Haze was the man in the mask, the one who was following me. Watching me. It was always him. And deep down, it was like I always knew.

His eyes returned to Mary-Jane, seated between his legs. He pressed the blade into her skin as she screamed, blood seeping from the wound.

“Haze! Please!”

He stopped, holding the knife firm. “Why? You fucking hate her, Indi! You always have! And Mary-Jane here, oh, this whore isn’t that innocent, now are you?” He patted her face. “No, you see, something I discovered before killing Carter was that Mary-Jane and frat boy were hooking up on the side!” He laughed. “In some weird twisted way, we’ve all fucked each other! Ha! One big sick and twisted fucking family of whores!”

“I-is that true?” I asked Mary-Jane. She closed her eyes and looked away from me, confirming what he had said. “All this time. You listened to me cry about my insecurities and issues with Carter. You gave me advice and helped me through his bullshit, and you were fucking him the whole time!” I shouted at her. “Was he the only one?” She didn’t respond. “Answer me!” Mary-Jane shook her head. “Oh my god.”

“I told you, Indi.” Haze chimed in. “She never liked you. She hates you. She always has.” His knife returned to her neck. “Let me kill her for you.” Mary-Jane cried.

“No.”

Haze snapped his head up at me. “Why not?”

My wrists pulled against the rope around them as I glared at Mary-Jane. “Because the only thing she has ever wanted is you.” I looked at Haze. “And I want her to feel what it’s like to have to listen to the one person she hates take the one thing she wants.”

Haze stood, completely shocked by my words. “What are you saying?” he asked, stepping closer. He crouched in front of me and gazed into my eyes. “What are you saying, Indi?”

I stared straight back, and I slightly raised my head with a smile. “I want you, Haze.”

“Indi,” he growled, tilting his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

I licked my lips. “Yes, I do. You’re right, Haze. I’ve always known. And I’m tired of pretending and lying. Tired of resisting.”

He rubbed his face. “If I cut you free, you better not run away. Don’t play games with me, little sis.”

I shook my head. “No games.”

Haze hesitated before leaning down and cutting the rope from my ankles. He watched me closely, leaning across my body to cut the one around my wrists. My hands dropped free. “What now?” he asked.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and leaned in as close as possible. “Break me.”

Haze scooped me up and his mouth crashed into mine. We kissed harder than I had ever kissed someone as he carried me to his room. I pulled him close, playing with his hair, completely consuming him. It was wrong to love him, but I didn’t care. I only wanted to be with him.

Haze carefully dropped me onto his bed. He spread my legs wide and tucked himself between them as I grabbed his cropped shirt and ripped it off him. I had to stop, admiring his bare and gorgeous chest. My fingers trailed along his muscles, feeling the definition of each and everyone as I traced the tattoos. He is so fucking pretty.

“Indi,” he breathed as he watched me. My lips curled as I moved further down, reaching under his sweats. He moaned faintly as my fingers grazed his shaft, causing him to shudder beneath my touch. I struggled to grab his girthy dick, doing my best to feel every inch of him, rubbing my hand up and down. His body jolted, and he leaned closer, kissing my neck.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered into my ear before biting it. I squeezed him hard, pulling my fingers back towards me as I began to rub his swollen tip. It was dripping and overly excited. He gasped, biting my collarbone. “God, that feels so good.”

“Take them off,” I begged. Haze reluctantly pulled back and removed the rest of his clothes as I kicked my panties away. He looked at me, grinning as his dick stood hard, dripping for me. It made my mouth salivate at the very thought of it inside me. I never forgot how fucking good it felt.

Haze crawled along the bed and began to kiss me. He started at my ankles, kissing the marks left behind by the rope, and gently traveled up my leg. I moaned, squeezing the sheets as he did so. He kissed my inner thigh, biting it as I winced and cried out. He laughed, breathing against my skin. His mouth then moved to my pussy, kissing my tender clit. My back arched, and I leaned into him, feeling his tongue as it swirled around. I grabbed a handful of his hair with one hand, pushing him closer as he began to fuck me with his tongue. My pussy throbbed, desperately clinging to him as he moaned into me. My pelvis rocked against his face as I moaned. I could feel my walls tightening.

Oh fuck!

“Not yet,” he whispered into my body. He slowly pulled out and kissed my pussy. I whined as he laughed, kissing my lower stomach. He crawled closer, kissing my body all over. He made his way to my breasts and kissed them, those kisses turning into playful bites. Haze looked at me, and I watched as he opened his mouth and licked my hardened nipples ever so lightly. My body burned, his delicate touch making my walls contract, begging to feel him. It was too much. I wanted him too fucking bad.

My legs wrapped around his torso as hands clawed his back, pulling him closer. “I need you,” I whined. He released my nipple and lifted his head as his mouth met mine. We kissed a while longer, grinding against each other until it was impossible to resist ourselves anymore.

Haze rubbed my pussy with his finger, feeling my wetness. “You’re so fucking wet, Indi.” He played with me before pulling his tip to my body. I gasped as he rubbed it between my folds, our wetness mixing as we struggled to control ourselves. Haze looked at me, his eyes desperate and hungry. “Fuck, this is all I’ve ever wanted. You are all I’ve ever wanted, Indi. Ever since that night, I’ve been obsessed—addicted to loving you. I’ve spent every fucking minute of every fucking day trying to make you love me back.” It nearly broke me to know how much torture he must’ve been in all these years. How much we’d both suffered. “You’re mine, little sis.”

“You’re wrong, Haze,” I breathed. He made a face, telling me he was confused. I only smiled as I spoke. “You’re mine .” As the words left my mouth, I pulled his body close with my legs and let his dick slip deep inside my body. He cried out at the sudden pressure of my pussy as I inhaled so sharply, my breathing hitched.

Haze immediately began to fuck me hard, pounding into my body as I held him close. We were both so loud, completely gone and drowning in the darkness between us. And now that we were no longer hiding our desires, we were finally able to be completely and unapologetically sick. Together.

“Oh yes,” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. “Fuck me, Haze. Fuck me!” He pinned my arms above my head and lifted both my legs over his shoulders, driving his dick so hard into my pussy as he slammed into my body. I could barely breathe, unable to hold anything back as I began to come. “No!” I didn’t want to, not yet. I wanted to edge myself a little longer and enjoy this with him. “Fuck!” I immediately came, my walls squeezing his shaft as he groaned and thumbed my clit. I cried out, coming all over him, twitching as he milked my body.

“Oh fuck, Indi,” he moaned alongside me. “Fuck!” Our bodies rocked as Haze remained buried deep inside me and also came. I could feel his cum seeping from my pussy as he didn’t let up. It all felt so good, and despite coming so quickly, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted to keep going as long as I possibly could.

I swallowed hard, my throat burning from breathing so instantly, and whispered to him. “Don’t stop.” Haze slowed his pace. “No,” I whined. He smiled while he released my arms and lowered my trembling legs. “Haze.”

“I’m just getting started, Indi.” He ran his hand down my body before pulling out as we both moaned. “Get on your knees,” he growled. I did as he said and rolled onto my stomach and knees. “Good,” he cooed. “Now.” He used my panties to bind my hands behind my back and gripped my hips, immediately shoving his dick back inside me as I cried out. “Let everyone know just how sick you are, little sis!” He drove his dick so far into my pussy it hurt, but I liked it. And I wanted more.

“Harder,” I breathed as he rocked my body. He did as I asked, grunting as he pounded so deep into me, his pelvis was slamming into my ass. “Yes!”

Haze reached forward and grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head high. “I’m going to fuck you all night like the wicked little whore you are!”

I smiled. “That’s right,” I breathed. “Fuck me like your whore. Show me just how much you love your fucking whore, big brother.”

And he did.