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When the transport finished, I realized I was standing in the middle of the street. A car was right in front of me, and it suddenly veered to the side as I appeared. It ended up slamming into a street poll, stopping with a thud. Without wheels or friction, it bounced off and started to float back slightly before stopping. It was only after it stopped moving that I was finally able to get a look at it and orientate myself.
The hovercar that crashed was a police vehicle, and on the inside was a cop who had hit their head on the windshield. It was cracked from the inside, but not with enough force that they would have flown through. The driver’s side window was open, so I immediately ran up to the car, reached in, and checked their pulse. I was relieved to see they were breathing. Other than blood dripping down their forehead, they were okay.
That’s when my eyes came to the person in the back seat. Hannah was lying in the seat, having similarly been thrown against the cage.
“Some help you were!” I hissed, cursing Ash as I went to the back door.
The back door opened and I reached in for Hannah. As soon as my hands touched her, her eyes popped open and she thrashed around for a moment. I narrowly avoided getting clocked in the eye before I gave her some room to recover. She finally stopped kicking and her eyes fell on me. Her dress had blood on it, but after looking over her body, I could only see a bump just above her eyes, but it didn’t break the skin. It was then that I realized that the blood probably wasn’t hers. Our eyes met for only a moment when I heard distant sirens.
I held out my hand to her. “Come on, we need to go.”
“Clyburn?” She said, still slightly dazed.
It had been two years since I had last seen my sister. She was older now, and she clearly had a curvaceous and beautiful body and face, just like her mother. Her breasts were several sizes larger, and even just lying there, her beauty was enough to make my mouth water. I had been so focused on getting to her, that upon seeing her, I hadn’t prepared myself. She was more beautiful than I had ever remembered.
“Hannah…” I breathed out, feeling a rush of excitement and fear as I looked at her for the first time in what felt like forever.
Her eyes seemed to regain focus as she looked at me, but rather than turning happy or joyful, she looked slightly annoyed to see me. She turned her head away and crossed her arms.
“You shouldn’t have come.”
I blinked, completely unexpecting such a response. “Hannah, they’re arresting you for murder!”
“I know, that’s what happens when you kill someone!” She shot back.
I blinked and then shook my head. “You… you didn’t kill him!”
“How would you know?” She snapped back. “You’ve been gone!”
I realized she had tears in her eyes, and a genuinely hurt look on her face. My mouth flapped open a few times, but I didn’t know how to respond to that. How was I supposed to stop that? It was the government that had done this. I was just a victim of this Male Protection Act. Why would Hannah blame me for that? The alarms were getting louder, although I still couldn’t see the vehicles.
“Hannah, we can talk about this later. There is a lot to discuss.”
She sneered at me. “Did you not see my listing in the catalog? Don’t you see I moved on?”
My eyes flashed in realization. “That man? He was the one who selected you! Damn Cornelia, she should have told me! What did he try to do to you?”
“Nothing.” Hannah glared at me. “We made sweet love before I killed him. He was in the shower cleaning off, but I didn’t need him anymore since he had already cum in me! You understand, right?”
My body shook. I didn’t understand. I didn’t know why she was so angry. I didn’t know why she wouldn’t let me save her. I didn’t know why she was saying all of those hateful things to me.
“Hannah… you didn’t do it…” My voice broke, and I realized tears were falling down my face.
Her expression didn’t change. The old Hannah would never have been able to act that cold. I began to realize that this wasn’t the Hannah I used to know. Perhaps, that was a Hannah that no longer existed.
“You should go back to where you came from.” Her cold words came from the backseat of the cop car. “You should butt out of my business. We may be related by blood, but we’re two different people now.”
The cop on the driver’s side let out a whimper. It seemed like she was starting to wake up. I took a few steps away, staring at Hannah in disbelief. However, she casually sat up, shut the door, and remained seated in the back of the cop car. I could see the flashing lights coming around the corner. With a curse, I ran into the alley. I stayed in the shadows, watching as a cop car arrived. Hannah was taken out of the car she was in and sent away in another. An ambulance came to take the police officer away to the hospital. She was confused and said she swerved to miss something, but no one would have guessed it was me, and no one bothered to go searching for the culprit. It was just an animal on the road and an accident, as far as the police were concerned.
As they started towing the car, I turned and walked away. There was an unlocked hovercar sitting in the alley. I didn’t know why I tried the door. Perhaps, I just felt like committing an actual crime. I was pretty sure the police were already hunting me like I was a criminal, so I might as well have done something illegal. I was surprised the door opened, as I had only made a half-hearted attempt at it.
I sat down in the driver’s seat and started to look around the cab. I found a spare key in the visor, just like one might expect from a movie. Was this part of Ash’s help as well, or just pure dumb luck? I figured it was better off not knowing. Did I appreciate her help? It was certainly what I wanted at the time, but a demon’s deal always had negatives, and mine was wishing I had never spoken to Hannah.
Brooke wanted me dead, Hannah wanted nothing to do with me, my best friend Rigor was dead, and even my agent was planning to leave me in just a few days. On top of that, there was Charlie, Ash, Rebecca, and the male murders that seemed to be aimed at taunting me. Did I believe Ash when she said she didn’t kill those men? At the very least, I had to humor the possibility. She had me alone in that room, and she could have killed me. Instead, she sent me where I had asked to go. She also had a baby in her hands. That baby had to be mine. She had been pregnant the last I saw her. I suppose that would have been my baby. The time of pregnancy didn’t match up, but that was the case with Mia too, and I knew her baby was mine.
Turning on the car, I pulled out into the street and drove. Hover cars were a little different, but driving in this world was close enough to my previous world that I didn’t have to struggle too hard to navigate. Even though it had been years, driving was a skill you never forgot. Well, after getting honked at and nearly hitting a car, I drove a little slower until I got the hang of it again. I guess I was a little rusty.
I also had found a girl’s sunglasses and a summer hat, which I put on so that no one would immediately realize I was a boy if they happened to look through the window. I didn’t know my way around Amaryllis too well, but I was in no hurry to get anywhere fast. As I made it to the outskirts of town, I recognized the familiar highway that took me past the Bonholdt estate, and it became abundantly clear where I was heading.
I didn’t turn the radio on, and merely drove in silence. I’d have liked to say I was having deep thoughts and contemplating everything that had happened, but my mind was mostly a dull buzz. I decided I didn’t want to cause any trouble for stealing the vehicle, so I abandoned it at the exit before the mansion and walked the rest of the distance. When I finally came to the familiar path and walked up to the guardhouse at our entrance, the bodyguard nearly jumped out of her chair.
Although I didn’t live here anymore, my children did, and some of those children were boys. Therefore, the security of this place was just as great as it had always been. However, I was recognized. Even if these women didn’t recognize me from two years ago, my stop a few days ago was ingrained in the minds of everyone at the estate. Although I technically didn’t own the property anymore, the household had continued with me as being the ultimate leader of the house. While I was gone, that responsibility went to Madison, at least until Morgan was released from prison.
Since I was walking, it was still another fifteen minutes to get to the mansion. The guards offered to call me a transport, but I waved them away and just kept moving. As I approached the mansion, I could see Madison out in front waiting for me. They must have called ahead and told them I was coming. The kids weren’t out there waiting for me. It was just her. She had her arms crossed anxiously, and for a brief second, it reminded me of how Hannah looked.
Except, where Hannah’s bore anger and annoyance, Madison’s eyes were filled with concern. As soon as I reached her, she tried to ask what was going on, I grabbed her and pulled her in my arms. The tears began to fall as soon as I embraced her.
“Clyburn, what are you doing? Cornelia contacted us earlier and sent someone to make sure I wasn’t hiding you. I’m sure one of the guards has already messaged her. I ordered them to be quiet, but I can’t guarantee that they will. What is going on?”
“Hannah’s in prison… for murder.”
“Oh.” That was the only word that Madison gave in response.
“Oh?” I looked at her bitterly, even while still holding her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Madison glanced down. “I don’t want to make you angry, brother, but you know mother, and you know Hannah too. She was always a ticking timebomb, and you weren’t here.”
“Are you saying you think she murdered that man?” I demanded, my hands tightening on her arms.
“I’m not saying anything,” Madison responded, looking a bit lost.
I relaxed my grip, realizing that I was just looking for an outlet. I didn’t want to take it out on Madison. She simply expressed her opinion. As much as I liked to believe I had cultivated a close, happy family, the truth was that I was the glue that held Morgan and her daughters together. While Madison loved Hannah, Hannah’s feelings for Madison were a bit muddier. She tolerated Madison, and even acted playfully with her, but deep down it was mostly for my benefit. Neither daughter got along with their mother, so it was probably best she was in jail these last two years. Had Morgan lived at home, I imagined that Madison might have moved away in those intervening two years.
In the end, the second I had left, the relationship between them had deteriorated. Perhaps, Madison had started to even grow a bit embittered after years of Hannah not letting her in. However, where Madison didn’t know the real Hannah, I did. I knew my Faeri, and she was someone who felt like she had to always go the course alone. There had to be some plan or goal behind everything she was doing. There had to be a reason.
“Come in.” With my hands loose, Madison was able to pull from my grip.
However, rather than pull away from me, despite the fierce expression on my face as I thought about things, she reached out and took my hand, bringing me inside the place I once called home. She didn’t bring me to the study, like she might have brought a guest, but straight to her bedroom. She turned on a light and then sat down on her bed, looking up at me.
“Now, tell me what happened,” she asked.
I proceeded to sit down and then explained what had just happened. I explained what I saw at the crime scene, and what Hannah had said afterward. I didn’t mention Ash appearing. That was something I wasn’t sure Madison could handle right now. I made it seem like I was just allowed to talk with her briefly. I knew the story didn’t make a lot of sense, but Madison listened patiently and didn’t ask any difficult questions. When I was done, she reached out and pulled me down. My head ended up in her lap.
“I’m sorry you had to experience that, brother. I might only be your half-sister, but you will always be my brother.”
She gently stroked my head as she spoke. She didn’t speak out of any sense of competition with Hannah, or suggested she was in some way better. Her greatest problem was that she always felt Hannah was more valuable because she was my full-blooded sister. I never really saw it that way, but I knew that she did. She’d never see herself as someone as worthy as Hannah. It wasn’t a matter of her being jealous of Hannah’s position, but looking down at herself while putting Hannah on a pedestal.
I cried for a bit as she stroked my head. It was the first time I had ever been soothed like that since mom left. As my eldest sister, perhaps Madison was the only woman in the world who had the right to treat me like this. After about ten minutes, I started to feel a heat building inside me; it grew into an insatiable desire. I lifted my head and then began to kiss Madison.
“Mm… mmm…” As we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, I grew more aggressive and more animated.
I started to pull off her clothing, one article at a time. She didn’t hesitate at all. Even though this was technically forbidden under the new laws of the MPA, Madison understood what I needed from my sister, and it grew quickly to the point where I wouldn’t take no for an answer. My clothing came off almost as quickly as hers, but it wasn’t my hands doing it.
Madison had perhaps more experience with a man than any other woman. We had played around together since we were kids. I could remember back to our first time. She slipped into my room late at night and gave me a blowjob. At the time, it had been a stop measure hoping to discourage me from seeking out Hannah to do the same. Partially, it was from guilt over Hannah’s troubles, and partially it was from her selfish desire to monopolize the man in the house.
So much had happened since that time in what felt like an eternity ago. We were adults now, but the feelings between us were very real. Madison was skilled and knew what she was doing now, and I could say I learned a trick or two as well. My desire to be close to her, and to experience time with my sister was uncontrollable, so I went past foreplay and went straight to it. Sliding into Madison’s pussy, I could see she was still keeping it clean and tidy. Perhaps, since I had gotten out, she had wanted to prepare if I ever visited. Even if this technically wasn’t allowed, it wasn’t like anyone was around to stop us.
“Clyburn… mmmm… yes…” Madison whispered gently in my ear as I pushed myself in and out on top of her.
There were many ways to have sex, but this particular one was stemmed from our need for closeness. I needed to feel Madison’s skin against me. I needed to hear her heartbeat and feel her breath against my ear. I needed to hear her whispering my name. She was happy to oblige.
It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t fun. However, it was necessary, and I felt a smooth feeling in my mind and soul as my hips rocked in and out of her faster and faster. Madison had already born one of my children. Most women, after achieving this goal, would never have sex with a man again. They would see no need for it. However, Madison wasn’t doing this for herself, she was doing it for me.
“Ahhn… Yes… I’m cumming… yes…” She whispered.
She might have been the only woman who would whisper words like that. Most women would not only avoid sexual gratification, they would see no need to announce it. Yet, after not being with Madison for two years, she still remembered that I was happiest when she got off. She made sure to take enjoyment as well as give it, and to let me know when she reached climax.
Her sweet words were like velvet, and no sooner had she started to cum than I joined her. Like the previous time I had sex that day, I didn’t bother to create a formation. I wasn’t in a state of mind to do one even if I had to think about it. The fate of her getting pregnant or not fell on chance once again.
Gasping for breath, with me still inside her, the pair of us held each other like that. Time passed by, but we remained in each other’s arms, a naked, sweaty mess of flesh and sex. However, all things had to come to an end, and there was eventually a knock on the door. I rolled off of Madison, who put her hand on my chest while covering us up with a blanket. Only when we were both decent did she acknowledge the door.
“Who is it?”
The door opened just enough for an unfamiliar maid to poke her head through. “M-ma’am, we have a guest.”
The maid was uneasy and surprised by our current state. A man and woman together in this state was not something you’d see every day. It might be something someone only saw in the movies. She was both curious and wanting to study us while diverting her eyes and trying to be respectful. It was quite a sight.
“Cornelia?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed to me, and then she blushed and looked away even harder. “Um… yes, sir…”
“Looks like our time together is over.” I sighed.
Madison stroked my cheek gently. “No, we have the rest of our lives. Remember, there is always tomorrow.”
I stopped for a moment, but then came to realize that she was right. It wasn’t over. It was only just beginning.