Page 19 of Broken Pieces
No matter how fucked up it may be, I want Violet to love both of us out in the open for everyone to see.
She can be our sweet girlfriend in front of everyone else, but at home we can make her our dirty little whore.
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If we don’t get out of here soon, Mad is going to kill someone or do something much worse.
He thinks I haven’t noticed the intense way he’s been reacting anytime Violet’s been mentioned recently.
I know it’s only because he’s scared of losing her.
Mad is more than my twin, he’s my shadow. There were a few times growing up when I tried to be my own person, but it was like he couldn’t cope without me and I couldn’t put him through that.
I feel it too, when he’s hurting or anxious and I know he feels the same.
Right now, I can feel the rage and lust burning inside him. I know his dick’s hard, because mine is too.
It doesn’t help that Violet looks absolutely stunning tonight.
She leans her head on my shoulder as Mad gets into the driver's seat.
There's a bottle of water on the floor that I open for her to drink. She shakes her head as I offer it, but I'm not taking no for an answer when it comes to her wellbeing.
"Drink," I order her, pressing it to her lips and she gulps it down as she stares up at me with wideeyes.
It's hard not to imagine those eyes looking at me like that, whilst her lips are wrapped around my cock.
“Why is he so angry with me?” She tries to whisper, but it comes out at full volume and Mad’s pitch black eyes flick up to the rearview mirror. I shake my head at him, telling him not to make this worse and he takes a deep breath before starting the car.
“He’s just concerned. This isn’t like you, sweetheart.”
“How did you even know where I was?”
“Violet, you called Mad. You were sobbing.”
How much did she actually drink tonight to not remember that?
“I did? I’m sorry, that’s so embarrassing.” She buries her face into my shoulder. “You shouldn’t have to always be the one making me feel better. I need to learn to look after myself.”
“Violet. Look at me.” When she doesn’t, I place my finger under her chin and gently tilt her head up. “Mad and I will always be here for you.”
Tears glisten in her eyes and I want to be able to kiss each one away, but I make myself resist the urge.
“You won’t though,” she sighs. “You’ve both already left me.” With a loud sob, her voice breaks.
I was hoping she wouldn’t notice the way Mad and I have had to slowly pull away from her.
Starting from the first day we met her, we used to have sleepovers. They started out as wholesome, childish fun. Nothing but three innocent kids watching movies and making jokes.
What she doesn’t know is that after a while, they became like torture to the pair of us. Her falling asleep in one of our beds, her smell all over our pillows. We could barely sleep with her that close to us.
My hand would be on my cock as I grappled with the restraint needed to not defile our stepsister as she slept. I know Mad dealt with the same urges as well.
The need to touch her, to kiss her and tofuckher has been relentless. Since we all turned eighteen, it’s only gotten worse.
We couldn’t scare her off though. If the pair of us started mauling her in the middle of the night she’d run and never look back.