by Dani René
“I wish you’d stop judging me for how I live my life,” I tell him, spinning the mug on the table. The grind of the porcelain on the wooden surface echoes around me, splintering Tobias’ voice when he speaks again.
“I’m not judging you, I’m worried about you.”
Snapping my gaze to his, I find his wide eyes pinned on me, and I can feel my blood burning hot with anger. This is why Pike never allows me near my family alone, because this happens. My hand tightens around the mug, the slight burn easing my mind, but when my brother opens his mouth, I can’t stop the rage that overtakes me.
“I think he’s bad for you and we want you to come home,” he says.
My movements are swift. They have to be when you’re like me. The mug flies from my hand, slamming into my brother’s face. His cry is loud, causing heads to turn toward us. I’m fueled by my anger, my feet moving quickly toward the door. I’m racing down the road with Tobias running behind me hot on my heels.
I shouldn’t pull Gigi out. I shouldn’t hold her in my hand and cut my brother’s lying tongue from his mouth. I really shouldn’t do that, but my common sense has never been something I’ve listened to.
I take a sharp left, heading toward the back of our apartment building. The dumpsters are all filled to capacity, the foul stench hitting my nostrils. I’m swallowing back the bile that rises in my mouth, the acid burning my throat, but I focus on the knife in my hand.
“Molly! Molly!”
He’s only a few steps behind me. And I know the moment I stop, I’ll be able to plunge the knife deep inside of him. But I don’t. Instead, I hide Gigi because I have a better idea.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” He grits through clenched teeth. There’s a cut beneath his eye and I can’t help but be mesmerized by the trickling of blood that mars his pale skin. Unlike Pike, Tobias doesn’t have any tattoos, he’s not pierced, there’s nothing bad about him.
“Like you said, I’m broken. Your little sister is a mess.” I sing-song the words, causing him to scrunch his brows together in confusion. “I want to go home, to the apartment,” I tell him.
“Fine. I’ll walk with you.”
I smile when he turns toward the building. Watching his steps, I memorize my brother’s moves. I wish I’d had a better relationship with my family, like I have with Pike, but they don’t understand.
We make our way into the apartment building, up to the second floor, and I shove the door open. Pike turns to regard me as Tobias follows close behind.
“We decided it’s too crowded outside,” I tell Pike, who’s eyeing me warily. “Why don’t you sit down?” I gesture to the large armchair that is positioned at the window. The one Pike sits on and watches the outside world while he has a smoke.
Once my brother is seated, I stroll around toward the window and behind the chair. Lifting Gigi, I bring it around to the front of Tobias, whose jerky movement at seeing the blade, causes Gigi to slit a fine cut on his throat. It’s small enough to hurt him, but not big enough to kill him.
“What the fuck, Molls?” he says. I cringe when he calls me that. I’m not Molls. Not to him anyway. Daddy’s sitting quietly, watching with a wolfish smirk on his lips as I lean in, my tongue trailing a wet path over Tobias’ cheek. The metallic flavor of his blood only makes mine zing through my veins. It’s like those magic papers Daddy has.
“Big brother, little liar, are you here to put out the fire?” I whisper in his ear, gesturing between Pike and myself. “Did Father send you to steal me away? But now that you’re here, I have to fix you, because it’s your sister you cannot betray. You’ve seen too much,” I press the knife to his ear, “and you’ve heard too much.” A grin sweeps across my face when I push the knife into his ear, listening to the melodic screams that come from his lips. Pike moves quickly, shoving his hand over Tobias’ mouth.
“Give me your panties,” Daddy says, holding out his hand. Halting my movement, I glance up at him and I realize what he wants to do. I place Gigi on the windowsill and free myself of my underwear. Once Pike has them, I watch in awe as he stuffs them into my brother’s mouth. Tobias convulses, his pleading muffled by the material.
“You see, you’re just like us,” Daddy smirks. “Doesn’t she taste good?” This time, Pike leans in, his face close to my brother’s. “I bet you rub one out every night thinking about eating her sweet little cunt. Just like your father did. I bet every night you pray she’ll come home to jump on your dick, but,” Pike lifts his cigarette, pulling in a long drag, then blows the smoke into Tobias’ face. “I’m the one she wants. It’s my cock she wants deep inside her pretty little holes.”
I pick up Gigi again. Rounding the chair, I drop to my knees. My brother’s wide eyes are on me, shock clear in his expression. Gigi’s sharp blade cuts through the material of his shirt, then his jeans.
Once he’s only sitting in his boxers, I reach for his cock, rubbing it over the material. Pike holds him down against the chair so I can play, and as much as he fights me, I know he can’t stop himself from getting hard. As he grows in my hand, I cut away his boxers, finding the average sized cock jutting from his hips.
“Daddy,” I smile up at Pike, causing Tobias’ eyes to widen further. My pink panties in his mouth make me giggle. “I think he likes me,” I say. “He thinks I’m pretty and he wants to do bad things to me.”
I watch him shake his head in horror at my words, but his hard dick says differently.
With a giggle, I grip the shaft and give it one long lick. I know Gigi wants to play and I let her, slicing the hard, meaty shaft from his trembling body. The cries of his pain are an erotic symphony and I bask in them, blood drenching the chair. I know Pike’s going to be pissed at me for messing up his seat, but his blue eyes are shining with love and affection as he watches me.
Rising, I tug my panties from my brother’s mouth, then quickly shove his dick deep into his throat.
“Bad boys are meant to cry. Bad boys are meant to die. Sorry big brother, I’m no longer here to suffer. Gigi says you need to pay. I think she needs to play,” I sing to him, placing the silver blade on his bare chest, slowly cutting the word liar into his flesh. The Merlot colored liquid is thick and messy as I run my hands through it, rubbing it over his stomach. The cock in his mouth is so deep, his constant gagging sounds mixed with his cries of pain make me smile.
Once my art is finished, I stand back to take it in. His eyes flutter as the pain becomes too much for him to bear.
“You’re a good girl, baby,” Pike says as he pulls me into his arms. There’s blood everywhere—the floor is a mess, and so is the chair. Daddy’s hands are all over me, rubbing my back, soothing me, but I want more. I step away from him, giving him a naughty wink before I tug off my clothes, leaving them on the floor. I’m naked, the only piece of clothing left on my body are my shoes. Settling myself on Tobias’ lap, I spread my legs on either side of the armrests and smile at Pike.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I plead, but Pike doesn’t need any more motivation than that. He unzips his jeans, shoving them down. His cock is thick and hard. Pike slaps my clit with the piercing on the underside of his shaft—again and again—until I’m trembling. When he’s happy, he drives into me, fucking me violently on my dying brother’s body. His hips slam into me, harder and faster. His hands grip my tits, mauling them, twisting and tweaking them. Pleasured pain shoots from my nipples to my clit, down my spine, and straight to my curling toes.
“Oh, God, Daddy,” I cry out when he leans in to bite my breast. His teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. My fingers grip the chair as my head drops back. Pike’s thick cock hits my womb again and again before he twists my clit between his thumb and index finger, causing me to squirt arousal all over him.
“My perfect, sweet baby girl,” he grunts his release, filling my body with his seed and it makes me wonder if we’ll ever have a baby. The thought jolting me from the cloud of pleasure and I find those blue eyes staring right back at me.
Do It, Daddy
Pike
It’s been exactly three hours and thirty-two minutes since Tobias got sliced to shit and neither of us has bothered to clean up the mess. Something about the way the scent of blood and cum lingers in the air has always been a bit of an aphrodisiac for us.
“You are daddy’s perfect girl, you know that?” I whisper to Molly as I run a hand gently over the top of her hair, eyeing her brother’s mutilated corpse still sitting in my chair. She lets out her breath in a happy rush as she wraps her arm tighter around my waist.
I was worried that she might have found that little spark of humanity that I know is still whirling inside of her somewhere, yet she made me proud by not only showing me that she’s still my gal, but by destroying Tobias’ fucking soul before she ended him. That’s one less piece of shit in this world to worry about.
“Daddy?” Molls asks, glancing up at me with those wide, innocent eyes of hers. She wants something and I’m more than willing to give it to her—all she has to do is ask.
“Yes, babe?”
“I’m not done yet. With him, I mean,” she says, pushing away from me and retrieving Gigi from where she set it on the coffee table. “I want to do something special with him for you. Is that okay?”
“Of course. You know I love watching you and your Gigi,” I reply with a smile.
Molly leans forward, stealing a quick kiss, before she gets up and goes back to Tobias. I’m assuming that at some point rigor will set in and he’ll be a bitch to dispose of, but I won’t take away any joy Molls could possibly get from playing with him some more.
I lean back, propping my legs up on the sofa, and resting my head on the arm. I decide to give Molly a little privacy to do her work—as much as I can while still being in the same room, anyway, so I turn my eyes toward the ceiling and wait to see what my darling love has up her sleeve.
I can hear the sinew as she tears through it and her grunts of effort as she continues to cut deeper and tear things apart. I’m not entirely sure what she’s up to, though I have a feeling I’ll find out sooner rather than later.
“Almost done!” she calls out cheerfully and I grin.
I still haven’t looked, and I won’t until Sweet Molly tells me it’s okay to. She likes her little surprises even though I sometimes don’t, but I’ll praise whatever it is she’s done this time like it’s the greatest fucking thing in the world, and she’ll be happy.
That’s all that matters to me anymore.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes as Molly continues huffing and puffing, tearing and swearing, and wonder if I’ll have enough time to take a nap before she’s done. Fucking her always wears me out because she can be as insatiable as the day is long. Not that I’m complaining—Molly knows how much I love to fuck, and she keeps up with me and beyond for the most part.
A yawn escapes me, and I cover my mouth lazily with my hand as to not bother her. If she senses I’m bored, which I’m not, then she’ll start talking in riddles to get my attention and keep me on my toes. I’m a little too tired to play that little game right now; besides, she seems to be happily chopping away right now and I don’t want to dissuade her.
“All done!” she says, hopping onto my lap unexpectedly and nuzzling her head into my chest.
“Christ, Molls,” I say with a laugh. She’s knocked the wind out of me since I didn’t expect it and as I wrap my arms around her, I have to be careful not to cut myself with her Gigi.
“Look at what I made for you.”
My eyes are still closed, but the feeling of her lips against my bare chest as she tells me it’s finally okay to look at her newly finished madness sends a shiver through my body.
“Mm,” I remark happily as I inhale the sweet berry scent of her hair, then open my eyes and gaze over at Tobias. I sit up immediately, almost tossing Molly off the couch, but I’ve still got a good grip on her, so she doesn’t fall off.
“Do you like it?”
I look at her and she’s grinning at me as she chews her lower lip nervously with wicked intent dancing in her eyes.
“Another one?” I ask her curiously.
“I just like to watch …”
Her voice trails off and I look over at Tobias again. She’s dug a hole into the part of his body where his dick used to be, and I have a feeling I know what she wants from me.
Especially since she “likes to watch.”
I’ve never in my life liked Tobias so this isn’t exactly something I know I would be into. He’s always been a pretentious piece of shit and he’s always assumed himself my better because he finished high school and I didn’t.
I dropped out around senior year because someone had to fucking take care of Molly and he was too busy being the popular football jock to give two shits about his sister’s spiraling mental state.
No one ever understood Molly—not like me and I gave up a lot for her without a second thought. She deserves every good thing in this world and doesn’t know how to get it because of the war inside of her brain; that’s where I come in.
“Please Daddy?” she asks, her lips coming up into a full pout.
“Fuck,” I reply, rolling my eyes and giving her a gentle shove back. Molly happily dismounts me and walks over to sit in the windowsill.
“Be careful sitting there,” I warn her sternly. She nods as she pulls the curtains closed and lowers herself onto the living room carpet instead. It helps my nerves knowing she’s safer where she is now than where she originally set herself up for the show.
“Alright,” I say to no one in particular as I crack my neck and pull my shorts back down. Logistically this should be impossible, but Molly fucks like a five-hundred-dollar whore, so bending and stretching won’t be a problem.
I reach down and begin to tug on my dick to wake it back up as I look down at the bloody hole and glance over at Molls. “You plan on helping?”
She smirks and throws herself against me, swallowing my cock so deeply into her throat that I let out a loud moan. I wasn’t expecting that, and it feels fucking magnificent. Molly moves her head up and down my length, continuously taking my entire shaft into her throat as she goes, and when I’m to the point of wanting to fuck her into oblivion, I give her a gentle shove away and lean into Tobias’ corpse.
It doesn’t feel as weird as I thought it would. Yeah, he’s stopped bleeding, and things are a little dry, but a hole is a hole and Molly seems to be enjoying the show. So much so, that when I lean my head back and continue thrusting my hips into his body, she gets off the floor and comes to stand behind me. She takes little nips of my back before gripping a handful of my hair and turning my face toward her—violently and with purpose, she kisses me.
I let out a gasp as she pulls away from me and begins to nip at my neck, her hands sliding down to my hips, before she disappears behind me again and leans her weight into me. She wants me to fuck him deeper than I am, and I do what my Sweet Molly wants. I put my hands on the top of my favorite chair and move faster and faster until I can feel it—the rush is starting to take over me and Molly knows it too.
“Come on, Daddy,” she whispers hotly into my ear as she nibbles on my earlobe. “Do it.”
“Uhhh…”
It’s over as soon as she commands it. I come so hard inside of him that when I pull back, I’m dripping onto the carpet. I let out a tired laugh as I stagger momentarily on my feet and Molls grins up at me.
“You do love me, don’t you?” she asks, wrapping her arms around me and pressing her body against mine. My dick is still semi-hard and sensitive, so it makes me jump back a bit, but I pull her with me as we both fall back onto the couch.
“You know I do,” I reply, pushing her hair out of her face as she looks down at me, beaming like the proud lover I know she is. “I would do anything for you Molls.”
“I know, Daddy.”
She rests her head on my sweaty chest and sighs happily as I close my eyes again and wonder what Tobias would think if he knew what I h
ad just done to him. He’d probably try to jock up and fight me, but he doesn’t know just how crazy love can be.
But I showed him—even though he couldn’t see it, I fucking showed him.
And I’ll show my Sweet Molly too.
The Birthday Request
Molly
Pike always tries to make me happy. Each day with him is new, different, and exciting. For a long time, I’ve let him be my Daddy. When he’s near me, I don’t need to think about anything, because he looks after me.
I’ve been broken for as long as I can remember. My mind doesn’t work right, but it’s okay because Pike told me I was a special girl. His special girl. Sweet Molls. The nickname he gave me is forever branded on me now, the script writing on my hip where he can see it when he goes down on me. He told me I’m his. He’ll never let anything bad happen to me, but I wonder what would happen if someone hurts Pike. If something happens to him, I’ll be alone and that scares me. So, I don't think about that stuff.
My parents would tell me every day how fucked up I am. How broken and stupid I am. It was only Pike who stood up for me, who took me from the house when they were drunk, and he’d keep me company.
I suppose, even though we shouldn’t be together like we are, we can’t help it. Love is love. No matter who your heart belongs to. When you find someone that accepts even your most broken parts, and loves you anyway, hold onto them. That’s what I’ve done. I hold onto Pike like a lifeline.
Tomorrow is my birthday.
I should be celebrating twenty-five years of being alive, but there’s something bothering me. A niggle in the back of my mind. The voice of my mother telling me I’m good for nothing and the grunt of my father telling me I’m a pretty princess.
A cold shiver trails down my spine and over my skin, I can’t help the shudder that follows the vile memory. It churns my stomach when I close my eyes, and when I open them, I’m met with Pike’s sleeping face.
