So they'd gone and done it. Andrew and Ashley had sacrificed their parents to that thing, chopped up the evidence, and disposed of it. Now the souls of Mrs. and Mr. Graves were roasting over some firepit in the demon realm, and a generous amount of their flesh was comfortably being digested in the siblings' tummies. In other words, things were thoroughly fucked. However, none of that was at the forefront of Andrew's mind at the moment, as he lay in bed beside his sister.
The two of them weren't like that… right? Not like he hadn't thought about it. But they weren't. As thoroughly messed up as their situation was, at least that was a line they hadn't crossed. Andrew and Ashley Graves had a perfectly normal sibling relationship. They joked around, fought a lot, and occasionally desecrated corpses together. But they definitely weren't fucking. I can't believe I put up with this bullshit. He'd had to deal with his menace of a little sister his whole life, practically raising her, because his lazy-ass parents didn't feel like doing their job. So yeah, no shit they ended up being close. And that's without even mentioning the whole "being locked in a tiny apartment together for months to die" episode. Yeah, mom, we're close. You made us share a coffin. But they weren't like that.
Despite the heated thoughts in his head, Andrew felt himself starting to doze off. Apparently he was more exhausted than he'd thought. He adjusted his grip on his sister's hand, making sure they were both touching the weird dream trinket, and let himself fall asleep.
When he opened his eyes, Andrew was surrounded by blackness. It felt like there was no floor beneath his feet—like he was suspended in a void. In spite of that, when he tried taking a couple steps, it did feel like he was moving. His feet weren't making contact with anything, but somehow that didn't matter. Just dream things.
"Guess this is just another weird dream," he mused out loud. "Maybe Ashley is the only one who gets the visions after all."
As he uttered those words, he felt that something had appeared behind him. He turned around, and sure enough, a straight path of chequered tiles stretched out in into the distance. Andrew shrugged, and started walking down the path. He could feel these tiles underneath his feet. Might as well see what the dream wanted him to see. Get it over with.
Andrew wondered what kind of weird shit it would be this time around. His dreams were always trying to dredge things up he didn't want to think about. He hated that. There were things he'd done his best to lock away. Things he didn't need to think about any longer. Evidently his subconscious disagreed.
As if in response to his thoughts, the scene around Andrew shifted. One moment he was staring at an infinite path through an endless void. Next moment, he was in a building. He recognized it immediately. The abandoned warehouse, just like last time. He groaned.
"You think I need to see this shit? You think I don't remember?"
He looked to his sister, where he knew she would be, leaning against a concrete wall. She gave him an annoyed look.
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Obviously, she had no idea what was going on. This was a dream, and this was Ashley as she had been many years ago. Just a little girl, with no understanding of the consequences of her own actions. Well, not like she was any better at that as an adult. In many ways, Ashley was as much of a kid at age 20 as she had been at 10. Not a responsible bone in her body. Andrew made sure to keep his gaze locked firmly on her, without glancing at the crate that he knew was right there. The crate with that in it.
"Come on," Andrew said, shaking his head dismissively. "Let's just get out of here."
"Are you stupid? Didn't you just say we have to move the body?"
"I don't want to think about the fucking body! I just wanna get out of here, wake up, and never have to deal with you again!"
Andrew walked up to Ashley and grabbed her arm. She was so tiny. He hadn't realized until then, but he was in his own, adult body this time. He could easily just scoop her up and get out of there, without having to deal with her tantrums.
Why do I even feel like I need to take her with me?
Ashley tried to rip her arm free, but Andrew was too strong. She kicked him in the shin instead, and he released her with a grunt.
"You think this is a dream, Andy?" she said. She rubbed her forearm where he had held her. "You fucking wish! She's gone, and I'm all you have left!"
Like I don't know that, Andrew thought. Even now, in the waking world, Ashley was all he had. They'd just killed both of their parents. In a way, this memory was a twisted mirror of the present. What had even changed in the last decade, besides the two of them growing closer? A lot closer.
Unbidden thoughts snuck their way into his mind, and he felt his face grow hot. The two of them weren't like that. But could they be? Wouldn't it be okay? Things were so thoroughly fucked already. They'd killed people—many of them at this point. How was that not crossing the line, but the two of them being something more was? Neither of them had anybody else. They couldn't have anybody else. Not anymore. Didn't they deserve this?
I can't believe I'm letting myself feel this. It's okay if I want to fuck my sister? What the fuck is wrong with me?
It felt so liberating to admit it, though. Andrew's whole body felt warm, and he could feel his cock getting harder. His surroundings didn't really seem to matter that much anymore. It was just a dream, after all. He looked at his little sister, who was still rubbing her arm, leering at him angrily.
She's so fucking cute. How can someone who's so cute on the outside be so messed up on the inside?
Andrew had always loved that contrast in her.
I really need to teach her a lesson.
Without warning, Andrew grabbed Ashley by the arm again, his grip hard, and started pulling her along to a different part of the room.
"W-What the hell are you doing?!" she cried out, trying in vain to wriggle out of his grip.
"I'm going to teach you your place, you little brat," Andrew growled. He almost couldn't think straight. The catharsis of getting to vent his emotions on Ashley was the only thing on his mind.
Ashley bit Andrew on the arm, and he let go with a curse. She'd drawn blood. That little demon! She really has no concept of consequence. Doesn't she care about anybody but herself?
Before Ashley could even direct a mean comment at him, Andrew backhanded her hard across the cheek, throwing her to the floor. She looked up at him with wide eyes. There was a little blood at the edge of her lips, and her cheek was bright red.
Andrew grabbed Ashley by the shoulders, and pulled her in between his legs, as he sat down on a small crate. She didn't say anything, nor did she try to resist. She just kept looking at him, seemingly in disbelief. She looked moments from crying.
Andrew unzipped his pants, revealing his hard cock. He shoved it in Ashley's face, causing her to recoil a little, but he held her firmly by the shoulders.
"Suck it," he ordered, rubbing his cock on her wounded cheek. "If you bite, I'll knock your teeth out."
Even through the red haze of arousal and frustration, Andrew knew this was really fucked. He was going to force his 10-year old sister to suck his cock. It being fucked up didn't make it any less hot, though. Andrew was breathing hard as he pushed the head of his cock against his sister's lips. He was already leaking precum.
She reluctantly opened her mouth a little, still not saying anything. Her tongue felt so soft. Caught up in the moment, Andrew grabbed onto Ashley's head with both hands and pulled her down, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She immediately made a gagging noise and started struggling, trying to pull away from her brother. He didn't let go, though. His sister's little child mouth felt so soft and warm around his cock. He kept going, moaning as he went deeper and deeper, until he was forcing his whole cock down Ashley's throat with each thrust. She scratched at his thighs with her nails, drawing blood again, but Andrew was way too caught up in the moment to care.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Andrew moaned. It had barely been a minute. He didn't want to cum yet—he wasn't done here. But it felt too amazing. His sister's struggling started to diminish, until she wasn't fighting back at all. He wasn't sure if she was even conscious. Still, he kept fucking her throat hard, feeling his muscles tense up in anticipation. She was so tiny and light, and her throat was so tight. The only thing Andrew could think of was how much he wanted to fill this little girl with his cum.
Andrew's whole body shook as he came in Ashley's throat. He kept fucking her, forcing his cock deep inside as it let out pulses of cum. He moaned loudly as he pressed his sister's face hard against his crotch, relishing the final tremors of his orgasm. He held her like that for a second or two, then let go.
Ashley slumped to the floor, completely limp. It was just a dream, but Andrew still felt like he had to check on her. She was still alive, but totally unconscious. Her shirt was covered in stains from saliva, cum, and probably vomit. Andrew smirked. Guess that qualifies as a lesson.
Still, he felt a little bad, even if it wasn't really her. He scooped her up in his arms.
"Poor widdle Leyley," he cooed, rocking his unconscious sister back and forth in his arms. "Finally got to taste some consequences, did you?"
Andrew carried her over to the crate. Not the one he'd been sitting on—the other crate. The one he normally tried to forget. He placed her down on her back on top of the crate, with her legs dangling off one end. He already came, but he wasn't finished with her yet. And this just seemed like such a poetic spot for it.
Andrew reached under Ashley's skirt and pulled off her panties. They were pink, with little white bunnies on them. Very funny. Andrew thought little skulls would have seemed more appropriate. He threw the panties aside, and lifted up her skirt. This was what he really wanted. He felt a little more in control of himself than he had before, but the sight of Ashley spread out before him like this still made him rock hard. He wanted to violate that tight little butthole so badly.
He touched it gently, spreading it open a little. He gently tried to stick his index finger inside, but obviously that didn't work. She was just a little kid. She wasn't built to handle anything going up there. Not to mention the fact that they had no lube, unless the abandoned warehouse happened to stock some. Guess he'd have to spit on it.
He rubbed the head of his cock against her hole, lightly applying pressure. For some stupid reason, he felt apprehensive, like he was about to really cross a line.
What the fuck am I thinking? I just raped her throat. This isn't any different.
It felt different, though. He pushed harder, and felt the very tip of his cock start to slide inside. At that point, Ashley woke up with a yelp.
"P-please," she sobbed. "What are you doing? I'm sorry. Please just stop…"
Andrew could barely understand her through the sobbing. Tears were running down her cheeks, but she wasn't moving. She obviously knew she couldn't fight back. He leaned over her and spoke into her ear.
"I'm going to rape you now, Ashley," he told her. "I'm going to show you that you can't get away with being such a little shit all the time. I'm going to fuck you so hard I'll have to carry you out of here."
He punctuated his words by pushing the head of his cock fully inside. She cried out in pain, and her sobbing grew even more desperate.
"Please… Andy… I'm sorry… "
Andrew held his little sister by the jaw with one hand.
"Who the fuck is Andy?" he growled.
With that, he thrust his cock all the way inside of her. She cried out again, but he muffled her voice with a kiss. He stuck his tongue in her mouth, savoring her taste as he fucked her. Her hole clamped down hard on him, obviously trying to squeeze him out, but he didn't let it. It just made him want to fuck her even harder.
She was resisting a little now, trying to push him off her, but her attempts were feeble. There was nothing she could do to stop this. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she cried. Andrew just moaned into her mouth. He could taste her tears. As he kept going, his rhythm got faster, and once again he felt that he was building toward orgasm. God fucking damn it.
Desperate for it to not be over so soon, Andrew picked Ashley up in his arms, without his cock slipping out. Now he was the one sitting on the crate, with his sister on his lap facing him, his cock buried deep inside her.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to you," he whispered into her ear. "You're the only one I ever really wanted, you know?"
Ashley just sobbed quietly, her eyes closed. Andrew wiped away her tears.
"Don't worry, Leyley," he said. "I get it now. It's just us two."
He started fucking her harder again, bouncing her up and down on his cock. He held her tightly to his chest as he did, breathing in the smell of her hair. He wouldn't last much longer like this. He felt everything tighten up as he prepared to cum inside his little sister.
I can't believe I'm doing this, Andrew thought to himself. I'm raping her. I'm raping little Leyley. Fuck, this is so hot.
Andrew's cock stiffened as he exploded inside of her, filling his sister up with the rest of his cum. He stayed inside of her, still hugging her tightly, as his cock throbbed. This was what he really wanted. This was him finally admitting everything he felt for his sister. He stroked her hair softly as he stood up, finally letting her squeeze his cock out of her hole. She seemed to be asleep.
Andrew glanced down at the crate they'd done it on—the one containing Nina's body. He didn't know what exactly to feel, so instead of trying to feel anything, he just turned around. Feeling like he understood himself better, Andrew walked out of the warehouse, cradling the sleeping Ashley in his arms.
Andrew woke up. He lay in their parents' bed, and he could hear Ashley breathing next to him. They weren't holding hands anymore. Guess we let go at some point in the night. Not like it ended up mattering.
"So?" Andrew asked, figuring Ashley was awake. "You get any visions?"
"N-No," she responded. "Nope, don't think so. No dreams either. Slept like a baby."
"Huh."
They just lay there in awkward silence for a little while.
"Guess that demon or whatever scammed us, huh?" Andrew said light-heartedly. "We even fed it two souls. What an asshole."
He looked over at his sister, and she smiled faintly.
"Yeah… I guess."
They just lay there for a little longer.
"… Hey, Andy?"
"Yeah?"
"It's just the two of us, right?"
For a moment, he hesitated. He couldn't just tell her his feelings outright. That'd be way too embarrassing. But for once, he felt good about those feelings.
"Yeah. Just you and me," he responded, smiling at her. "Now let's go throw some bones in the ocean."