Tragic Twist of Fate *closed*

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Kate opened the door to her childhood home. It seemed so different now. Well, everything was different now. She figured nothing in her life was ever going to be the same again. It seemed so...empty. So hollow. Without the warmth of her mother's presence or the booming laugh of her stepfather echoing through the halls, this place was like a tomb full of happy memories that just stabbed pain through her heart.

The funeral was a month ago. Had it really been a month? It felt like years, yet only a few hours since she found out about the plane crash. Her mom and stepdad were on their way home from a vacation and there was some malfunction which caused the plane to catch fire and crash. There were hardly any survivors. They barely had had anything left to bury.

Numb and seeming to be on autopilot, Kate walked aimlessly around the house, everything untouched and in place as if they had never left. This week was probably going to be the hardest week of her life. At least she would have her step brother to help her through it. And whatever friends of their parents that could stop by to help them go through their possessions.

She made it to the kitchen, where someone had left boxes for them to start packing things up in. They were laying on the table and Kate walked over to them and sat down, sighing as she tried to think of the task ahead and not the fact that her mother was no longer here to support and comfort her.
 
Marcus Kane was some what lost

He drove his car slowly his bright green eyes traveling up and down the streets of his old home town. Every thing seemed exactly the same but yet so different at the same time as if he was looking at old memories from the eyes of some one else. his professor would have called it an out of body experience but to the 26 year old man it seemed more like he had suddenly ceased to have control of his body and was watching it go about the motions of his old life.

As he turned another corner gliding down the main street he was once again reminded that his parents were dead and gone buried in the dirt together as they requested. Of course there was hardly any thing left to bury after the plane crash which had made the idea for an open casket funeral a no go. Marcus was glad for that fact because it meant his step sister did not have to see what remained of their parents.

But he had when he identified the body

His large hands tightened on the steering wheel. He willed himself not to think of their mangled bodies, the crisp clean white sheet they were hiding under when he came to identify them. It threatened to destroy whatever was left of him and turn him inside out. He hurriedly cracked open the window letting the cold fresh air fill the small car he earned and clear his senses.

"Get a hold of your self" Marcus muttered shaking his head breathing in through his nose "your going to be around Katie bear soon" He reminded himself even as the top of the small house their parents had came into view. They hadn't seen each other since the funeral even though they talked almost nightly. Marcus had a bond with his step sister that most couldn't even claim to have with their real sisters. Their family filled both of their need for another parents with Marcus getting a warm and loving step mother and Kate the same with his father. Neither one of them had another parent they could count on until the other entered their lives and as siblings they were thick as thieves. Marcus loved his sister more than any thing in the world and now they were all each other had left.

He pulled his car in turning off the engine and looking at the house. He could see his sister inside trying to keep it together as she began to pack the house up. He watched her work for a few minutes before he finally popped the car door and stepped out slamming it shut behind him. He angled up the drive way fishing out his house key and letting him self in.

"Kate" He called out closing the door behind him and locking it. He reached out lightly touching the picture of mom and dad on the small entrance table before walking in and going to the kitchen.

"Hey Katie bear" He said ignoring the boxes for now and coming over to hug her "hows it going kid?"
 
Kate was about halfway done with pulling the every day dishes out of cabinets and sorting the ones she wanted to keep, ones she thought Marcus would want, and ones to sell or give away. She heard a door slam and was so completely ingrained in her task she didn't even think about what that sound meant. Everything was a blur around her as she attempted to focus on just pulling out dishes and putting them into a box.

Her ears pricked at the sound of the door opening and closing, waiting to hear who was coming to help her. "Kate," Marcus's voice lifted her spirits a bit, but it wasn't until she saw his face as he entered the kitchen that a small smile appeared on her face and she couldn't help but to meet him halfway for a much needed embrace.

"How's it going kid?" she heard him say as she buried her face in his chest. Her arms squeezed him tightly as she felt his wrap around her as if to guard her from all the pain and suffering that she was keeping at bay. She closed her grey eyes as she waited for the tears that never came. After the funeral, she had just become numb to the grief and had been unable to cry.

"I'm glad you're here." She said, stepping back a bit and looking up at him, brushing a stray auburn lock of hair back that had fallen into her face. He was about half a foot taller than her, but she could easily look into his eyes and see the matching sadness and pain that she was feeling. He was probably the only one in the whole world that fully understood what she felt.

"How was the drive?" Kate asked, returning to her task. It was getting late and they would probably have to finish the kitchen tomorrow. But she wanted to finish one more box before calling it a night.
 
"The drive" Marcus murmured looking around taking it all in. Here they were back in their childhood home a home that held so much happiness for him it threatened to break his heart. Every where he looked there was a memory, the dinning room where they had families meals every night, the breakfast nook he and Kate did their home work at, and the living room area they all played games at. He took a deep shaky breath softly shaking his head and pushing the memories away.

For now

"The drive was long" He said softly watching as she continued packing up "here let me help" He said moving his hips lightly bumping into hers as he took his position by her. He mimicked her action working in tandem with her as if they were doing chores together again. He checked his sister carefully looking for any break in her demeanor.

"how about we get this done and curl up on the couch I'll order pizza" He said pulling the box from her and taking the tape "you go relax take a shower or some thing I will finish up" He said nodding at her to go with his head. He finished the box and ordered them some pizza picking her favorites before he finally crashed on the couch and waited for her.
 
"Thanks." Kate said for his help as they continued working. Having him near definitely helped things move faster and seemed to make things easier. He had always been a strong and stable presence in her life, and she honestly didn't know where or what she'd be doing without him to help her through this tragedy.

He mentioned pizza and her stomach growled, making her remember that she should eat something. Eating had seemed to be the last thing on her mind these last few weeks, and if it weren't for her roommate almost forcing her to eat, she wouldn't have. And a shower did sound good though. It was her favorite place to just escape from the harsh realities of life, and life had been throwing some pretty nasty swings at her lately.

Kate looked at him with a slight grin. "Is this your way of telling me I stink cause I'm so sweaty?" She joked, realizing that she had indeed worked up a sweat. "Yeah that sounds like a good plan, honestly. Thanks so much." She said, suddenly feeling a wave of exhaustion hit her. She bent down and gave him a completely innocent sisterly kiss on the cheek as a way of saying thank you as she left to go shower.

Kate had probably stood at the top of the stairs for at least a minute just staring. How many times had she come up these stairs as a kid and looked at this sight? The hallway was dark, but her memories filled in the missing blanks. To her left was her parents room and further down the hall was Marcus's and her room with their shared bathroom in the middle. Her parent's room door was cracked and showed only pure darkness.

One thing at a time, Katie, she told herself as she willed her feet to move forward towards her old room and bathroom. After a nice long shower, she had changed into her pjs, which consisted of only a large t-shirt and comfortable fitting shorts. Her long auburn hair dripped down her back and she braided it in a simple French braid, like she always did.

She headed downstairs, feeling a bit better and saw Marcus relaxing on the couch. "How much longer till the pizza gets here?" She asked as she walked over to sit next to him, crossing her knees under her as she looked at the tv waiting his response.
 
He heard her go up the stairs and sighed tipping his head back to look at the faded white ceiling. He felt the memories and history of the house press on him and he sucked in a ragged breath. Why was is so hard to be here? He thought to himself closing his eyes. It seemed almost unfair that such a happy home a place full of love now threatened to tear apart his very soul. His parents were gone the people he loved more than any thing in the world beside his sister and now he was back in their home with every object reminding him of them.

And it was killing him

He heard the shower turn off and his eyes snapped open. He reached out pulling his phone towards him and placing an order for her favorite pizza. He paid for it using his card and struggled to compose himself before she came back down the stairs.

A few minutes later she came down looking small and fragile in her two sizes to big T shirt. His heart went out for her and when she finally came to sit down on the coach he reached out running his hands over her legs without really thinking about it before he pulled her in.

"Should be here in about fifteen minutes" He said kissing the top of her head and wrapping his arms around her not to big to curl up with your brother right he asked handing her the remote.
 
Kate didn't think twice about his physical contact, as it was almost extremely natural between the two of them. They were closer than most siblings had become even though they had only met when she was 8. The only thing that struck her as odd was the fact that she hadn't really allowed anyone to touch or embrace her much lately. She had receded inside herself, building up walls inside herself so she could appear tougher on the outside, in order to keep moving forward.

There was just something about Marcus that she could trust and she allowed him to pull her close and wrap his arms around her. She always felt comforted by his presence, and she knew that he needed to hold her just as much as she needed to be held. For some reason now, she seemed to fit perfectly in his arms, and she allowed herself to relax into his embrace.

"Never." Kate said in reply, inhaling his all-too-familiar scent and taking the remote from him, mindlessly flipping through the channels until they found something to watch.

The pizza arrived and she helped herself to a slice, eating it slowly and savoring the flavor. She thanked him for it, and they ate a bit longer before returning to their former position and watched their show for a bit longer. Kate couldn't help but to let out a yawn as she realized just how exhausted she was.
 
It felt good

Yes the ache was still there and the memories still threatened to tear apart his carefully constructed demeanor but his sister, her presence, and even her touch was a soothing balm on his soul. Curled up with her on the couch and eating pizza it almost seemed... normal to him. Of course if he tried to pick at the picture or look at it to closely the truth would come out so instead he simply focused on her and being here with her in this moment.

He chuckled when she yawned smoothing out a few stray hands of her hair.

"Sounds like some one is tired" He said leaning in planting a kiss on the top of her head "come on katie bear its time for bed" He said to her his hands sliding over her back rubbing it softly as he gave off a soft yawn himself.

He got up grabbing the pizza and moving it into the fridge before coming back to her. He chuckled noticing the way her eyes were dropping. He easily picked her up hugging her to his chest as he bounded up the staircase.

"you want to sleep in your room tonight?" He asked softly hanging at the thresh hold he looked down at her and raised his eyebrow waiting for an answer.
 
Kate smiled as she heard him and felt him kiss her head. He sounded a lot like his dad at that moment and that was something he would've done. She nodded, tiredly and sat up as he stood up to go put the pizza away. She reached for the remote and shut the tv off, just kind of silently sitting there, feeling just how tired she was.

She barely registered when he picked her up like a child and began to carry her up the stairs. It was kinda silly, but she was thankful for the lack of effort she had to put into anything. It felt nice having someone to take care of her.

At his question, Katie looked up and considered her options. As she looked down the hallway, the cracked door to her left seemed to call to her. Mindlessly, she stepped down out of Marcus's arms and silently walked towards the door, placing and hand on it and pushing it open slowly. She just stood there looking at the giant room with the king-sized bed in the middle, perfectly made and awaiting their parents return. If only they would.

But what really got her was the smell. Her mom's perfume mixed with her step-dad's cologne mixed with the natural smell that only parents had. Kate took a few steps towards the bed and laid a hand on the homemade crocheted blanket that was neatly folded on the foot of the bed. The feel of the yarn mixed with everything else about this room was starting to get to her. Silently she held on to the blanket and climbed into the big bed, curling up near the middle and clutching the blanket in her arms tightly. She closed her eyes, trying to fight back tears that were finally, after weeks, making their way to the surface.
 
He watched her as she crawled out of his arms wondering where she was going. His heart clenched as she realized she was heading to their parents room. He hadn’t had any intention of going in there not until they had no choice to yet here she was moving towards it as if she was drawn to it.

“Kate I don’t think-“ he said following her reaching out to grab her. Before he could however she slipped inside finding her way into their room. The smell hit him first so familiar he probably could have placed it any where. Every where he looked there was a memory or totem from his parents arranged meticulously by their mothers hand.

“Kate lets go” He said softly watching as she crawled into the bed “ugh blast it” he said watched as she curled up in the middle. She looked like she had seen a ghost or she was about to have a total break down. His heart ached for her and before he knew it he found himself in their bed with her bringing her up against his chest and stroking her back.

“shhhh shhh its okay” he said softly stroking her hair.
 
Katie finally lost control. Everything she had been holding in for a month came bursting to the surface in the form of tears. She barely registered Marcus joining her in bed, but as soon as she felt his shirt beneath her face and his arms around her, she sobbed uncontrollably.

Nothing in this world was right. It wasn't fair for her mom and her stepdad to be taken so cruelly away from her. It wasn't fair that they were too young to die. It wasn't fair for fate to thrust her into this strange and painful reality.

But at least she wasn't alone. She realized this now as she laid there, comforted and safe in her step brother's arms. He was going through the exact same thing she was. And she had been so selfish. She hadn't been the one to comfort him, when she knew he needed it just as badly. She felt so useless because she didn't know how to comfort him. All she knew was pain and sorrow and grief. How was he able to go through the exact same thing as her and still remain strong enough to comfort her?

Kate's crying eased up a bit after awhile as her tears seemed to dry out. She used the blanket to dry her face, realizing that her tears had stained his shirt. "Sorry," She said softly.
 
She let it all out

He was there for her the entire time stroking her hair and her back as she let the torrent of emotions over flow and finally break out of her body. He kissed hte top of herh ead and held her close comforting her on autopilot as tears fell from his face as well. He had cried and let it all out before coming here but he wept for her and the pain she was know going through.

A pain they both shared

They curled up like that for a while before he noticed a change. A change in his feelings for her. She was his sister yes but the way she was curled up with him the way she felt..... well it felt really fucking good. Had her hair always smelled this good? He thought to himself burying his nose in it as he rocked her and she cried, did her body always feel this good even as it was racked with sobs? And why was he feeling a particular stirring in his-

"Stop it" he thought to himself as his hand stroked and ran up and down her back "she is your sister for fucks sake!" he reminded himself shifting so she wouldn't feel his growing problem.

"No need to say sorry" he said his voice coming out more husky then he would have liked "you needed it and so did i just remember i am always here for you" he said pulling some tissues out of his pocket and giving it to her.
 
Kate sniffed a little and accepted the tissues, gratefully, using them to dry her eyes. She didnt know why, but letting it all out like that helped tremendously. Just being held like Marcus was holding her made her feel better. It then occurred to her that she had never really been held like this by him. Held as closely as possible, and having her back stroked in comfort. It was very strange, but at the same time, very nice.

She rotated her head to look up at him, hoping she didn't look too much of a mess due to her tears and grief. She gave him a grateful smile.

"Thanks. I really mean it. I don't know what I'd do without you." She said honestly and wrapped her arm around his chest, pulling him closer, inhaling his comforting and familiar scent, and finding the position almost perfect for her to fall asleep in.

"I don't want you to leave." She said softly. She didn't think she could be alone tonight, and hoped he wasn't weirded out by the fact that she wanted him to sleep in their parents bed together with her.
 
"Its okay" he said softly burying his nose in her hair breathing in deeply as he curled her into him. He already knew even without really thinking about it that he wasnt going any where tonight. The feel of her body and her heat combined with the steady beat of her heart was lurring him in, luring him into a deep dark sleep.

"I am right here always" he told her kissing the back of her head once more as his eyes slid close "I love you Katie bear" he said before he drifted off into sleep.

His dreams were not of his parents and the tragedy he suffered but instead of her. They were together living life with one another and even..... no it was wrong yet in his dreams it felt so right. The feel of her against his fingers, the way their bodies moved together.

It felt so good
 
"I love you too." She said with a yawn as she slowly drifted off to sleep in his arms, feeling extremely comfortable and extremely safe.

She awoke, surprised she didn't have any dreams at all. That was always a good sign. Lately her dreams had been horrible and kept her up. They were all some variation of her parents dying, or of her or Marcus dying. Having no dreams whatsoever was...peaceful. She felt extremely well rested.

Eyes still closed, Kate started to slowly regain consciousness. The smell hit her first. It was the smell of her mom and stepdad. Grief began to slowly ebb its way back into her, but then the strangely wonderful smell of her step brother softly filled her senses. She was now aware that she was spooning with someone. That someone was obviously Marcus, but she strangely didn't care about that fact at all. It actually felt...right.

Memories of last night came back to her and she recalled falling asleep on his chest. They must've adjusted during the night because she was now on her side and he was curled up behind her, with his arms still around her. She felt a slight smile cross her face as she realized that this was the first time in a very long time that she had slept in the same bed as a guy, and never had she awoken in this position before. It was so weird how nice and perfect this felt.

His body seemed to fit like a puzzle piece against her. His chest pressed against every inch of her back. His head resting at a good distance behind hers. His arms wrapped around her stomach and hers laying gently over them.

Then she realized something. This position allowed for his groin to be placed directly against her rear and, luckily they weren't that tightly squeezed together, but there was no mistaking that slightly hard spot she felt against her lower back.

What was even weirder was that she wasn't grossed out by it or anything. It was just a natural thing that didn't phase her in the least bit. Her eyes still closed and still drowsy, she adjust a bit, softly stretching a few muscles without moving too much. She definitely didn't want to disturb his slumber, and was perfectly content with resting for a bit longer before getting up.
 
When she moved he moved his sleeping body not realizing who he was snuggling up with. His hands which were previous around her stomach traveled up even ash e moved and pressed his morning wood against her ass. He moaned in pleasure at the contact as well as the heat of her ass and push his face back into her hair smelling that sweet scent which haunted his dream. He was a deep sleeper so he gave no hint of waking up as his hands traveled up moving up her belly and to her breast.

"mmm" he said in pleasure his hands on her breast the other on her waist holding her in place as his cock pushed against her ass. He settled back into sleep loosening his grip enough that she could get away if she wanted to.
 
Still half asleep, Kate didn't even fully register all that was happening. His hands felt good against her body, as if to relax her back to sleep, which she fully was okay with doing. Everything she had been dealing with always left her exhausted and she wished she could sleep all day.

And then it began to occur to her where his hands were, and that the hard pressure she felt against her ass was a bit more intense. Marcus seemed to still be completely asleep, so it was a natural response, she was sure. A thought occurred to her that he might even be seeing someone and was used to waking up with a girl in his arms.

She almost moved away, due to the situation becoming uncomfortable when he would wake up. But she was extremely comfortable, not freaked out by her step brother's morning wood pressed against her, and was secretly enjoying his hand on her breast. Plus, she could use a few more minutes of sleep and decided to stay put until he got up and then he could assess the situation, and she could react innocently.

What she didn't expect, however, was a slight stirring in her core. One she hadn't felt in an extremely long time. By allowing herself to finally relax, she was inviting all other feelings to return to her body, including this slight arousal. His hand on her breast caused her nipples to harden slightly, and his bulge pressing against her rear was setting her nerves on end and without meaning to, she adjusted her hips to press her ass back in response.
 
he felt some thing pressing against his ass at the same time he felt the pair of tits he was holding hardening in response. Both were flags to continue in his sleeping mind. He was still out enough not to remember who exactly he was sleeping with so he moved pressing his hard cock directly against her ass. A low moan came out of his mouth directly against her ear as he slipped his hand under her shirt. He found her flat expanse of stomach and roamed upwards finding her breast and running his fingers over her nipples.

"oh Kate" He moaned in his sleep his dreams still filled with her. He pressed his cock into her once more and groaned in pleasure his hand still working her breast and her nipple. In his dream the two of them were together on the couch kissing fondling.... and it felt so so right.
 
Kate couldn't believe how nice this felt. His hands against her breasts and his warm, hard body against her back. His hard cock was driving her crazy in a way she didn't expect.

His moan in her ear sent shivers down her spine and she could feel herself growing wet as his hands touched her bare skin. Kate bit her lip as his expert fingers toyed with her nipple, making them harden almost painfully, sending sharp pleasure coarsing through her.

But when he said her name, she froze in terror. Was he awake? Or was he fantasizing about her? She couldn't tell which option was worse. But the sound of his voice forced her back into reality.

Kate grabbed his wrists, holding them in place. "Um...Marcus?" She said, slightly turning her head towards him. She didn't want to move but...well this was wrong, wasn't it?
 
he was deep in the dream when he began to feel some thign resisting against him. He growled in his sleep intent on pushing away the hands that were holding his wrist back before he heard a voice.

"Um...Marcus?"

why was his sister in the same room? Why was she in his bed? He opened his eyes stretching out shooting her a questioning look as he looked around.

Then it all came rushing back

her wandering into their parents room, her grief and them falling into bed together. He hadnt meant to fall asleep but here he was curled around her as if they were a couple.

His dream.....

He scrambled out of the bed looking down noticing his very noticeable morning wood. He clapped his hand behind his head rubbing the back of his neck looking at her sheepishly.

"im sorry" he said though he didnt know what he was sorry about his dream or his erection "Its just morning wood I uh I couldnt help it" he said wincing at how lame it sounded.
 
Kate watched his reaction to the situation, trying to read his expression. Then suddenly he was no longer next to her holding her lovingly, but was standing up next to the bed so far away. She couldn't help but to realize how much her body already missed his touch. This was strange, wasn't it? How could he suddenly make her feel this way?

"It's alright." She said reassuringly, turning towards him, but remained laying down with an elbow propping her up. Kate couldn't miss the noticeable bulge in his boxers, and was fairly impressed at the size of it. A shiver went down her spine as she couldn't help but to remember how it had felt against her separated by clothing, and she only dared to imagine how wonderful it would feel inside her...

Stop it! she told herself, needing to regain control of her feelings and emotions. She looked up at him and smiled at him comfortingly.

"I really don't mind. It's something that happens, it's not gross or anything." She said trying to convince him and herself that this situation wasn't weird at all. Even if they were step brother and sister.

"I actually kinda liked cuddling with you." She admitted, her turn to look sheepish. "I slept really good last night, better than I had in a long time. It was nice."
 
"uh yeah me to" Marcus said his hands sipping behind his back rubbing his neck as he looked at her sheepishly "It was the best sleep I had in a long time" he said admitting it before looking down at his bulge.

"Uh this might take a while to go away" he said trying to adjust it so that way it wouldn't be so notable of course that only served to entice him more and so he stopped moaning slightly as his hands moved away from it.

"I didnt" He said not looking at her and clearing his throat "I didnt say or moan out any thing in my sleep did i?" He asked finally looking up at her searching her eyes to try and figure out just what he had said in his sleep.
 
Kate smiled slightly at his nervousness and his failed attempts to conceal his boner. It seemed to grow even more prominent as he did so. She did her best to avert her eyes, so as not to make it worse. She wasn't sure how exactly those 'went away' exactly, and she was sure her presence wasn't helping any.

"Um..." She thought, returning to his question. She wasn't sure what to say, but she was always honest with him, and felt like the truth maybe wasn't such a bad thing this time. After all, she was strangely flattered that he had said her name.

"You did moan a bit..." She said looking up at him and biting her lip in nervousness. "And I'm not sure, but you kinda said my name." She said, obviously not disgusted by this fact, but with a shy smile and with butterflies filling her stomach.
 
"I did!" Marcus said his eyes widening trying to resist the eyes to smack his forehead. Every part of him had hoped that he DIDNT say any thing about what he was dreaming about.

Yet here he was

"yeah I was uh" He said trailing off and sighing "fuck i dont know whats gotten into me but yeah i dreamed about you"

He didnt look at her instead looking down at his feet "I am sorry I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable or any thing I guess im just confused"
 
"You dreamed about me?" Kate said, her eyebrows raising in interest. She knew that people couldn't really control their dreams, but the fact that she was on his mind when he was rock hard like that and grinding against her...

She smiled up at him, even though he was avoiding her eyes. He was obviously ashamed about this, but it wasn't like he could control his desire. Besides, they weren't even related by blood, so it's not like it's officially inappropriate.

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all." She said bluntly. "I've always felt like there was something between us but we could just never act on it."
 
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