Page 20 of Borrowed

M y breath hitched when I felt his cold, slippery fingers touch my fevered skin. He felt like a dream.

“Toby.” I moaned, his name falling from my lips like a prayer, over and over.

But Toby wasn’t a god. He wasn’t gentle. He flipped my body like a feather.

I accepted the bite of the ground. It felt good. It was his love.

I was aching, our Mother’s eyes open to witness this sacred moment.

“Watch, Mother,” he said to her, gripping her face and kissing her cold lips before letting her head fall back into the puddle. “Watch what real love is.”

It sounded like a mop. It sounded clean.

“Toby. Mmm. I am yours.”

He was circling me, my pretty predator dressed in black, coated in the mist.

I felt like my bunnies.

Waiting for the fox to bite.

“Shhh. My beautiful sister. I want to enjoy this view. I want to remember you like this. Forever.”

I was aching for him. I could feel the blood he drew onto my skin and see Mother’s blood on his. It all felt like syrup.

I wanted to taste it.

“Oh fuck, Sister. I can’t stop myself. I can’t be gentle. Not this time. I need you like she needed me. I need to feel you come on my cock and spill over Mother’s blood.”

I giggled, but his sharp smack on my ribs made me squeak. “Silly Toby. You’re dead.”

He gripped my face, turning my neck to where it stung. Here’s the bite.

“Am I Tabby?”

His fingers slammed into my pussy. I screamed like the Father.

Like Mother.

Like Mila from her pillow.

I was going to break for him. I was always broken for him—my brother.

“Feel me, Zusje,” he said, his other hand reaching under my stomach to pinch my nipples.

He felt so good. I was slipping on the blood. The warmth was like a slip-and-slide.

Like me.

“Toby! Mmm. Don’t stop. Oh, Toby. Love me.”

His fingers didn’t stop. I was covered in blood, covered in the love of my brother by the death of our Mother.

“I want more.”

Toby smiled against my back, and his fingers stopped.

I watched him in the reflection on the altar.

In the thick pool of blood.

“You want it all, my twin?”

I whimpered, feeling his dick press into my thighs. “Yes–Yes–Yes!”

“Turn around.”

I did.

Toby looked like the pictures on the pretty glass. He was glowing in the black mist.

Mother’s eyes were still open. Still watching. I waved at her.

“Are you ready, Sister?” Toby said, grabbing one of the candles from the pews and walking over to me.

My eyes got wide.

Like saucers.

Fire.

“Fire is where we began, Sister,” he whispered, leaning down to me on my knees. “Fire caused us pain.”

His shirt was gone, the black fabric discarded into the crimson wave under me.

“Toby?” I said.

Waiting, watching.

Like Mother.

“I burned,” he said, tipping the candle onto his skin, the fire searing his flesh like crisp chips. “Burn with me, my twin.”

I was scared, but I smiled. He tipped the candle over my body, and the wax fell onto my skin. It looked like glue. Smelled like it too.

“Oh fuck!”

So much love.

“ Burn with me, Tabby.”

I whimpered, watching the wax drip over and over onto my body. I was coated.

Encased.

Preserved.

Like a tomb.

“I will never let you go, Sister,” he said, gripping my face like Mama’s and kissing my lips.

The burn was turning into warmth, like a pillow.

Like Mila’s mouth.

“I need you,” I said, still aching from his fingers stopping. “Now.”

Toby smiled, pulling back to look at me.

“Forever,” he said, laying me down on the ground into Mother’s end.

It was cold now.

“You taste delicious.”

I giggled, but Toby tasted a new part of me, his bandages split open, his wicked mouth peeking through the slits. My body wouldn’t stay on the ground, and my back rose like the people Mother brought to my room at night.

“Oh fuck. You taste like sin. Heaven and hell all wrapped into one damning package.”

His mouth was hotter than the fire. I could feel it in my bones.

“I want to taste you. Like Leo.”

Toby lifted his head, his hair sticking out of the bandages coated in Mother’s blood.

“You want to taste this?” His hands gripped his length, thick, pulsing, and hard.

“Y-Yes.” My hands were already lunging for him, but he stopped me, flipping us around, him on the ground, me on top, but not by his face.

“Open wide, Sister. Can you take it?”

I was strong. I would show him. His cock was in my face, and I popped him in my mouth like a lollie.

“Oh, Fuuuuck, Sister. You will suck my soul out of me if you keep that up.”

Now, it was my turn to smile. “Good.”

I kept my rhythm, fighting the moans from his tongue. He was my match. We were one.

“Holy, Fuck. Zusje! Let me feel you come before I explode in your mouth.”

I wasn’t going to make it. My stomach was tight like raisins. I needed to come.

I was going to?—

“Yes, good girl. Just like that. Soak my fucking face. I’m not letting a single drop go to waste.”

I was covered in Mother’s blood. We both were. Toby looked like a vampire.

“I love you, Toby!” It was the loudest scream I ever had.

Louder than my rabbits.

Louder than Mila.

Louder than Father’s cat.

The walls felt like they’d shatter with my orgasm.

Maybe they did.

But then we heard it.

Voices.

Not in the wall.

Outside.

And they were calling our name.