My brother, my husband? (pm first)

[ERedBoyd]

Suddenly... the world snapped into focus! Candace standing there with a look of horrible shock in her eyes.... betrayal... He pulled his cock from Marie's mouth and tucked himself back in and glared down at Marie as if this was her fault yet again somehow.

Candace turned and ran off down the corridor and Arnold yelled, "Wait! Candace! Let me explain!"

Arnold reached her as she got to the stairs and grabbed at her shoulder saying, "Please!!!"

He didn't see her hand cross or strike him at all... but he felt it as he head spun around and he staggered back! Holy fucking hell she could hit! By the time he got his bearings once more, he could hear Candace wailing as she darted out the side door to the house. He took off after her once more yelling, "Candace please!!!"

The man got to the side door leading out to the driveway and could only watch as she spun tires in the yard as she sped off! He raced down the drive screaming for her.... till he could no longer see her. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number .... but her phone was turned off.... He dropped onto his knees.... realizing what he had done.... he had destroyed his old life.... to punish that bitch of a sister upstairs.

His eyes shifted back up to where their parent's bedroom had been... and anger filled him once more. She was still firmly tied to the desk, cum oozing out every hole... waiting for her fate. Anger filled him as he slowly got up, turned to the house... and marched in!

He made no secret of where he was... he wanted her afraid.... he wanted her terrified he was going to kill her. He was thinking he just might consider it....

... then again, he knew better. He loved her despite everything she had done to him. She still remembered all their adventures back when they were kids.... innocent and pure back then. As he walked towards the bedroom, he stopped in front of her bedroom and looked in. It was all his now... including all her shit.

He turned and walked into the room.... where he found the box of treasures they had been looking for yesterday... and he had thought his folks had thrown out. He opened it and looked inside...and smiled. There was a He-man action figure in there.... and ... Soundwave, his gen 1 transformer. A few colorful rocks and some military coins his uncle had given him... and a picture... just one picture of him and her. Strangely enough, there was a heart circling his picture written in pink. He hadn't recalled that....

He noticed a journal too. Her secret diary she had set out on the dresser. He picked it up adn for a moment thought about not opening it. It was her private thoughts right... but she had given her rights up to him when she got him thrown out of the house. He opened it and began to read....

~~~ 2 hours later ~~~

Arnold walked into their parent's bedroom to find her still tied tightly to the desk... and he held up her journal to her and said, "Is ... what you put in here... true?" he walked towards her and pulled the gag from her mouth.

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

She jumped slightly at the sound of her brother's girlfriend's voice, she had no reason to feel sorry for her, yet at this moment, she did. Marie looked up at him, and when he looked down at her as if this was somehow her fault it angered her inside, she hadn't asked him to tie her up to her parent's desk and fucking her like he wanted to kill her and fucking her throat at that moment when it was happening she thought he was going to kill her, her heart had broken knowing in that moment he had no love at all for her, but the rest yes him doing this to her, his anger, was all her fault...

The only thing she noticed was the way he chased after Candace...she did not blame him, he would never love her or forgive her the way he did with Candace and she understood why...being here alone now...in this room tied up made her shiver and shake a little...she hated it...she did not know why but being in this room made her feel sick to her stomach, she closed her eyes, she was not sure if she was trying to block out the memories and or make them come forth...there was something locked inside of her mind she just couldn't seem to pinpoint what it was.

Her eyes were full of tears, she had refused to let Arnold see her cry...but now that he was not in the room she could. She was sore, hungry, thirsty, and tired...and yet she was stuck and she would endure all of this...she deserved his pain. She felt bad that Candace walked in and saw what he was doing to her...even if Candace never told him about her calling him on her birthday...and things she had said to her as well. Her head was starting to hurt as much as her body was...the memories hit her hard and fast when they did hit...she remembered how she told her Daddy and Mommy right after she told them in a panic Arnold hurt her, she quickly said she wanted what they were doing together, her Mother seemed to understand at the moment, but her Father...told her if she took what she said back he would hurt Arnold even worse than he planned...her Father always knew the one way to get her to either comply with him or listen t all he had to do was threaten her brother...and she remember her Father telling her that she belonged to him...her eyes went wide then... she remembered a night...where he came into her room, he had hurt her... the memories seemed to hit her out of nowhere...that was the reason she lied...did she ever write that down she could not remember that part...if she knew about the videos she would be mortified.

All the memories came flooding back and they were horrible, Arnold could never know some of these memories...even if it may have explained why she did what she did, she was too ashamed...she wished she would have told her brother, what their father was doing to her, against her will...how Mom watched because she was terrified of him as well...then there were the therapy sessions... was that why she was remembering things...what happened in therapy that was still a block to her. No stop thinking about this stop remembering this she did not want to... there was a reason she didn't remember she then realized she did not want to.

She wanted to curl up into a ball and die at the moment...but then Arnold would know something was up and she did not want him to know...what they shared was everything to her...what her father did was cruel. She was not sure what was going on with Arnold and Candace. Arnold had it rough, but he had no idea what went on behind these walls when he was gone, it did not mean her life was worse than his but, if he thought she had not suffered he truly had no idea. She loved Arnold so much, and he hated her...she hated herself. She did not know what he planned next, but she knew she would take it, she was sure if he wanted to kill her she doubted at the moment if she would even care.

She could hear her brother and quickly stopped her crying, she never tried struggling to get herself out of the restraints that held her. She was scared she could not deny that...but at the same time at least when he was hurting her, in a sense it took these memories and kept them locked away, he was always able to make anything bad go away, there was a night when there was a thunderstorm...she remembered it was a night Daddy had hurt her again...Arnold never knew...at the time Mommy didn't even know and she went to her brother's room and barged in he was sleeping and she was crying...she tapped on his shoulder and he was worried that she had been crying but he pulled her into his arms and just held her gently as he kissed her hair, she remembered telling him she was crying cause she had a bad dream and the storm had scared her and he completely understood.

That was a good memory, he chased her demons away...and he did not even know it. She fought back fresh tears just thinking about all the happy memories she once had of her Brother, now they were gone and she was sure he did not care once about what they shared, and who could blame him? Her heart was breaking...not because of what he had done to her but because of how he hated her and how she would always love him despite everything he was doing to her, she felt she deserved all of it and more. She took a long deep breath with the gag in her mouth, she was not even thinking of how her body was aching she was more or less over that, it was everything else that was hurting her at the moment, the memories...the pain of her brother hating her and how she hurt him...all of it, but her body she was not even thinking of that at the moment.

There were things hidden, things she saved that were favorite things of his...she could not bear her Father throwing them away as soon as he died she went and dug for what felt like a long time but was only a few minutes. She only had a few pictures, the one in her box and the one that she had on the bedside table that she loved so much, she hid them when her parents were alive, and as soon as they died she put them up. They had both lost so much she thought to herself, but what she lost the most over it all was him, and she paid every day for it, her heart had never been right after it all, it was the main reason she could never maintain a relationship, nobody was Arnold.

She looked around the room as best as she could, and it sent her blood cold, she refused herself to remember the things of this damn room. She lost track of time and senses, and everything at the moment, the anxiety of it all, how tired she felt, how thirsty she figured she had been here for quite a while.

~Later~

She looked up at him, she knew damn well her brother realized she had never lost her memory...and she was fine with that. She worked her jaw as she sighed and looked at him, there were a few things from when they were younger and had their first time together, her admission to her Parents 5 minutes after she told them what Arnold did, then did not do telling them it was all her...then as she got older talking about the letters she sent him, the anger whenever her father found them, and how he did not throw them away, but she did not know where they were, how she called him on her birthday... things like that all her feelings about him...she was not sure if she had ever wrote anything about what her father had done or her mother...she remembered what she wrote of Arnold and how she had always taken up for him, begged them to let him come home, begged to know where he was...how she cried without him and how she hated herself for being a kid and lying on him...

She looked up at him the best she could, her dark chocolate brown eyes focused on his eyes..."Every word." She admitted. "Every single word.'' She said and took a long deep breath now that she could. "I'm---I am so sorry." She admitted as she tried to fight back her tears...

 

[ERedBoyd]

Arnold studied her for a long LONG time... saying nothing. Tears rolled down his eyes as he processed what he had done to her thinking she had been the one to cause all the pain for him. He had basically raped his sister punishing her when the entire time, it had been some kind of mistake that she had tried rectifying. He looked at her and said, "And the parts about dad?"

She only looked away which answered that question as well. He felt his eyes watering up and tears started pouring down his face. What the fuck had he done to her? This wasn't right. He was SOOOOO angry with her and the entire time he had been wrong.

He couldn't look in her eyes as he walked over and untied her from the desk. He didn't touch her at all other than that. He just turned and walked away, leaving her journal on the desk next to her.

He walked to his bedroom and pulled out a suit case. His suitcase.... He had figured out that she had been faking the amnesia and now he understood why. She had been so wrong about that but that didn't mean she deserved what he had done to her. He turned to his dresser and packed a few things. It was time for him to leave this place once and for all.

Marie would call the police on him at some point and he wouldn't resist at all. He even considered calling them himself but that was her call to make.

What the fuck was he going to do now? He had lost Candace forever and now his sister for what he had done. The thought of the Hodges Bridge came to mind...

He could walk about onto the middle of the bridge like he had done a hundred times in the past growing up and after he had been thrown out of the home and just toss himself off it... with the rocks just under the water, it would be the last 5 seconds of his life.

He said nothing as he heard her moving about... he waited for her to hit him, slap him, call the cops, even pull dad's old gun and shoot him for what he did.... he was no different than dad had been. He wouldn't fight her. He had lost it all and now he had to figure out the next path in life he would need to take.... and that bridge kept coming back to mind....

As he finished the last of the items in his case... he closed it and lifted it off the bed, then turned to leave to find Marie standing there... looking at him. It was time to face the judgement.... he waited to see what she would say or do...

 

[AngelofyourNighmares]

The way he was studying her as if trying to figure out if she was being honest or not, Arnold knew her better than anyone and knew when she was telling the truth or lying….she had just remembered things herself. Her heart broke when she noticed the tears in her brothers eyes, no that wasn’t what she had wanted she wanted him to feel better… she wanted to mend all she had done wrong in the past, that their parents had done to them both.

She looked at him perplexed unsure of what to say… she wanted to run to him and hold him get on her knees and beg him to forgive her. Part of her wanted to say no… to ease his mind and yet the other part of her could not lie any longer. “Yes I just remembered it all… like a flood.” She said softly her voice a bit raspy. She looked away after she answered him shame was written all over her face she would always blame herself for what her father had put her through.

She could not stand to see Arnold this way it fucking tore her entire soul apart because he was her soul. She looked at him if he looked he would see she did not feel any resentment towards him or that she was angry at him because she wasn’t. She wished perhaps he would have never learned about dad… she also wished she would not have lied to him. She didn’t want him to feel like he had done anything wrong, that had never been her intention, all she ever wanted was his love again that they had shared so many years ago.

She took a deep breath when he started to untie her, her body was sore… she had been tied to the desk for so long now, she noticed Arnold wouldn’t meet her eyes…that hurt just as much…she could not find words at the moment her brain was still stuck with the memories that had hit her all at once.

He didn’t even touch her, did he still hate her that much now he was repulsed by her she wondered or was he repulsed at the thought of their father, she was…she looked over at the journal for a moment as she had tears in her own eyes, but they were more for Arnold then herself.

She rubbed her wrist where the ropes had been bringing blood flow back into them, then reached down and did the same with her ankles. She hated the lies, hated that she had lied about forgetting everything well at least him and such… some things she now wished she wouldn’t have remembered… she still had so much guilt inside of her, for her lies… even if her heart was in the right place she knew how wrong it all had been.

She walked over to the journal and went towards the back and read… Jesus! She struggled to stay upright… she had to get to Arnold! She had things to say… things to give him. She felt her own tears running down her eyes…this was so fucked all of it, and it was all because they had asshole parents. She threw the journal at the picture of them in anger against the wall! She wanted to rip it down and fucking burn it!

He still hated her and she understood. Letting him go would be by far the worst thing she would ever go through… even worse than what her father had put her through. She would tell him to earn Candace back she would even help him, she would give him the house all the assets just to make him happy again.

Her heart was broken for both of them, she remembered how close they were growing up, remembering him being her first of many things together… and then losing it all in an instant.

She went to her bedroom and pulled a tee on before going to her brother’s room she could still hear him in there. She did not care about being naked in front of him but she needed comfort and having the tee on gave her that… she wondered would he remember it… she grabbed the envelope from her desk drawer… and took a deep breath, here goes nothing.

“Please don’t go.” She said softly tears in her dark brown eyes. “I am so sorry for all the pain I caused you, I’m sorry for pretending I lost my memory, for Candace, all of it… but don’t go… here…. This is yours…you can start over with Candace I’ll help you get her back, I’ll tell her you were drugged, or drunk, or that I somehow influenced you…and please don’t be upset for what you did I deserved it, I deserve more… I hate how you were treated, you didn’t deserve it… but don’t leave this way… I understand you hate me I get it… but you deserve this home, the business… all of it… it’s all in the envelope… you’ll never have to see me again.” She said in a sad whisper as she was trying to control her sobs.

 

[ERedBoyd]

She handed him the envelope and he felt himself.... stunned. Absolutely and positively stunned. He looked down at it and opened it. A number of folded up docs sat inside her including a title exchange from her to him, already signed off by her, a bill of sale by her as well for $1.00. A document that would transfer the total of her personal financial assets to him.His eyes widened as he looked from page to page to page.... she had given him all her shares in the company as well for $1.00 as well making him the majority shareholder of the multi-million dollar operation. All he had to do was sign them and it was all his.

His eyes shifted to her and saw her face and watched as she kept her eyes down. He flipped through the papers till it got to one last document in the back. He gasped as he looked at it.... it was ... a slave contract. He knew these weren't legally binding, but that didn't have to make it any less legitimate. She was giving herself to him... as a slave. His eyes scanned the document from top to bottom. He remembered this document.... He remembered writing it up with her... they had been young but they had been in love and ...

His eyes watered as he looked at the date... 8 years ago... less than a month after their parents had thrown him out. He had forgotten about that... they had talked about being Master and slave.... even looked online to build a contract that would be like a wedding contract in ways... As he scanned down to the bottom, he gasped when he saw her signature on the contract. He vaguely remembered the contract had been incomplete. She had apparently filled it in and signed it after he had been thrown out.

Things started to click into place as he read this... and the journal... her documents.... everything. What she had been saying was the truth. It didn't change the amount of pain he had went through... but it did help knowing she had hurt as much as him. Then another thing clicked into his head that she had said... she had faked the amnesia? She had ... faked the amnesia?!?! All that time in the hospital? He had suspected it was a ruse, but never really questioned it. When he had asked her about the journal and she answered, it should have really sunk in then about it, but he didn't. She had gone through faking her amnesia for what purpose? To keep him here? To trick him into staying?

He looked at the papers once more and it hit him dead in the eyes... she did it because she had loved him and was desperate for him to be back in her life. This was the measures she was willing to take for him. He couldn't take his eyes on the contract. It was the least important legally, but the most important in every other way. He turned and walked to the desk and pulled out a pen. He wasn't sure what he was thinking... shock more than anything else... but he began to sign the papers. He passed over the house, the money, and the shares.... he would have to think about that... but most importantly... he signed the slave contract just above the title.... Master.

He turned to her and tucked all the documents into the envelope and then into the suitcase he had on the bed. She had no reason to believe he hadn't sign them yet. He kept the slave contract out and turned back to her as she stood there looking more pathetic that he had ever seen her in her life. He said, "I... understand now what you were doing." He fought to bury the anger and hurt from those actions but he had no right to feel them after what he had done to her. He looked at her and said, "Look at.... your Master."

He studied her as she wiped her eyes with the T-shirt and then looked up at him. He opened the slave contract to show her his signature. He cocked his head as her lip began to quiver and her eyes watered. He said, "Is this what you want with me? Is this what you truly want... with me?"