Page 53 of Borrowed

I kissed the top of her blood-matted hair, stroking the dark strands through my fingertips.

“It’s okay,” I told him.“She sees you now.”

Toby looked at the blood on the ground, the crimson river seeping into the wooden boards.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, reaching down over our Mother and swiping her blood onto his fingers.

“So sacred,” he continued, parting my legs and pushing me against the cold altar.“You have done what I couldn’t, Sister…now it’s my turn to thank you.”

My 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.