Darkest Descent

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Alice

My hands vibrated as hot adrenaline rushed through my veins. Hunter was unconscious at my feet, his breathing ragged but there. Asher was trying to tug me away from him, his hands wrapping around my arm, clawing into my skin when I wouldn’t move. I didn’t want to turn away from what we’d done. I just knew he’d be one of those asshole horror movie villains that had one last attack in them. The second I glanced away from him, dropped my guard even a fraction, he’d be on me, fists and violence flying as the last few moments came to nothing. Springing to life like nothing had ever happened and laughing in our faces.

No. I wouldn’t allow that to happen. Not this time.

“Alice,” Asher muttered again, his voice so soft and desperate, like he feared what I might do next. “Let’ s go, please.”

“We can’t just leave him here,” I replied, staring at his still-handsome face. Despite the gore that I’d turned his eye into, the bruises forming from Asher’s kicks, he still had his looks. His eyebrows stayed furrowed, his limbs splayed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I was almost glad he hadn’t died.

Asher looked confused. “We need to go now. Fuck trying to help him.” But even as he said that, I didn’t believe he meant it. We were both connected to Hunter in some bone deep way neither of us understood. Even if Asher didn’t know it yet, we needed to see it through. Find out the why, the what. Who was watching from the cameras? Who was this for? I didn’t believe it was all him.

“We can’t just run, Ash. We aren’t helping him, though.” I turned to look at my brother, really studied him for a moment. We were all naked, but that was our normal now. His expression was one of acceptance. Discomfort. We had to do this. He knew as well as I did.

A long moment passed, full of tension, as I waited for Asher to admonish me, but he nodded. “Let’s just get some clothes on first, then we’ll drag his ass down to the basement.”

Throwing Hunter into the basement was strange. He remained unconscious as we thumped him down each hard step, and only groaned when Asher heaved him up onto his feet and I tied him to the beam, leaving him hanging by his wrists. It was fucking awkward to do with two sets of hands, let alone one, and he kept slipping away from us, crumpling on the floor. But finally, he was up there. His head lolled to the side, and his hands strained, turning purple, from the weight on them. I hoped they fucking turned black and fell off.

I stepped back to admire our handiwork, frowning. His feet scraped over the blood and urine stains caused by his torture, dragging and curling under him. He was so wide, so muscular, even hanging there he looked powerful. Asher and I weren’t sporty, neither of us had much weight to throw behind ourselves, and getting him into position had both of us a little winded.

“We should fix his eye up,” Asher commented, coming to stand next to me with a box of medical supplies he’d fetched from upstairs.

Walking through Hunter’s house, free of him, had been quite the experience. He had cameras and tech everywhere, all the doors and windows were locked and coded, and the glass was inches thick. He’d put time and effort and money into making this place inescapable. If we killed him, we would be stuck here, starving day by day, when his well-stocked kitchen ran out. There must be a way. An override. Something. It would be maddening to overcome him but still die in his domain.

He had enough food to last weeks, more, along with a large stock of torture devices, medical supplies and sex toys. Some of them made me shudder, but some had me curious. If he was a dick when he woke up, I might let him experience some of the horror he’d piled onto us…

I looked at my brother as the dark thoughts worked their way into my head. If he knew what I was thinking, would he look past it? Forgive it? He was softer than me, he wanted to run, not seek vengeance. He was here for me now.

Hunter’s eye was completely mangled – funny how much damage a tiny needle could do. But I think the rage behind it, the desperation, made the miniscule tool have the power of a fucking machete.

Together, Asher and I cleaned the eye, keeping a close watch on Hunter’s breathing in case he woke up. The knock to the head had wiped him. I wondered if we needed to be worried about that, but fuck him. Once his eye was clean and bandaged, with antiseptic cream dabbed all around it, I shoved an antibiotic into his mouth and used my fingers to push it down his throat. Still no reaction. It was unnerving. I wiped my fingers on his chest and stepped back.

Didn’t want an infection getting him before we had answers. He had enough stock to almost kill us and bring us back from the brink over and over. Why?

“Let’s leave him down here, get some sleep. Some food,” Asher said, cupping my elbow to guide me away. Hunter had the code for the basement door, so he could get out, but we shut it anyway. He was stuck on the rope, and I didn’t feel like hearing him shouting if he did wake up. Not yet, anyway. Sleep beckoned.

Asher and I washed away the night. Sharing a shower even though we didn’t have to now, not mentioning that we could be apart. We cleaned each other, using Hunter’s soap and shampoo until we squeaked. I even washed Asher’s ass for him, dipping my fingers inside his hole until his cock stiffened and his eyes squeezed shut. We wanted to remove all signs of Hunter, pre-cum and saliva and sweat. All of it. This was our fresh start.

I kissed my brother, unable to stop myself from pouring my love into him, my hand drifting from his ass to his hip. He groaned, deep in his throat, and shoved me against the shower wall, scooping my legs up to bring them around his waist. His cock rested on my pussy, and I fluttered for him. Shit. This still seemed so real. His lips on mine, the way it felt to have his hands on my body, running up and down my waist, cupping my tits… his hips grinding into mine as he sought friction.

I whimpered his name against his lips, and he plunged his tongue against mine.

“Fuck, Alice, I’m so fucking desperate for you…” he moaned. “Even if this is the last time. The only time without it being forced, please, let me inside you…”

He was right. We needed this without the threat of death or punishment hanging over our heads. A positive experience to wash away all the horror committed upon us. I knew it was a lie I was telling myself, but I didn’t care. I wanted him. It was an urgent, aching need. And in the darkness of what we’d just done, the foggy cubicle of the shower, nothing else mattered.

“Do it,” I begged. “Fuck me, Asher. I need it. Need you. I love you, Asher. Please…” My words mumbled and tumbled together as I lifted my hips and tried to get him notched at my fluttering hole. This was the last way to wash Hunter away. He wouldn’t be the last person inside me now. Someone who loved me would .

Asher kissed down my neck, sucking and licking as the water steamed the air around us. Each of his touches felt electric, perfect. How wild to think we would never have experienced this. Would never have known how it felt to touch each other so intimately. It was all-consuming, magical. We knew each other better than anyone, and this last line crossed was the most natural thing in the world.

Asher leaned back, dropping his gaze to where we almost met. The shaft of his cock rested all along my pussy, the head nudging at my belly. I clenched my legs around him and fucked up and down, running my entire pussy along his cock. It looked wicked, so filthy, as my lips cupped his nestled in shaft. He was so warm and hard, rubbing at my clit.

“Holy fuck, Al,” Asher groaned, grabbing my hips to slow me down. “If you keep doing that, I’m gonna come.”

I laughed, not pausing even as he groaned. It looked too good, and seeing him fall apart for me was amazing. It had my belly clenching, my nipples tensing despite the warm air. “Get inside me then, Ash, because I’m close too.”

“Look at me while I do it,” he demanded, and my eyes flew to his.

He shifted, and inch by delicious inch, he pushed inside. So slow, so torturous. Our eyes widened together. We gasped and groaned and shuddered as he worked his way in, opening my walls and dragging along them until he was thudding against my cervix. My body was alight with electricity, sweat and tingles all driving me towards where we met. Asher was inside me. We were both willing. I grinned at him and moved, grinding my hips.

“Fuck, I love you, Al,” he told me, crowding back into my space so our bodies touched everywhere possible. My arms fell around his neck, my tits squeezed against his pecs, and he lost all control. He growled, a sound I’d never heard from him before, and slammed his cock into me, again and again. It ached, such a warm and fiery sensation setting me alight, zapping out from my pussy and racing through every inch of me.

He used his grip on my ass cheeks to hoist me up and down, forcing me to meet each of his thrusts with my own, making everything so intense, almost aggressive, but still so perfect. Asher was my brother, my twin, my other half. Nothing could take that away, not even this being forced upon us. We would claim it for our own.

“Touch yourself,” he huffed in my ear. “Make yourself come on my cock, big sis.” I was five minutes older than him, something I lorded over him when we were children, but here it was just teasing, relishing in the filth of what we were doing. No Shame. I did as he said, forcing my hand between us to massage my clit. I was already so close, I needed little friction to tip over the edge I was balancing on.

Asher’s breathing turned erratic as he reached his peak, and I smashed my mouth to his as we came together, my orgasm rolling on into his as we both writhed and ground our hips together, crying into the other’s mouth. My pussy squeezed and fluttered around his cock, milking his cum deep inside my body. Thank fuck for the birth control.

I was coming back down, my legs still off the ground, my back still pressed against the shower wall, but my heart beat slowing. Asher still looked restless, unfinished, his eyes wild, yearning.

“What is it?” I asked, touching his furrowed brow.

“C-Can I taste us?” he asked, the desire for consent almost making me laugh after all that had happened. “I want to taste us together, without him. Just us.”

I gave a small nod, and he pulled his softening cock out of my body, settling my feet on the floor, running his hands down my legs as he lowered himself. He fell to his knees with an uncomfortable sounding thud, too eager to be gentle with himself. I mourned the loss of his cock inside me, but his tongue pressed to my clit, swirling and soft, and I no longer cared. I understood him, his urges, and couldn’t wait for the kiss that would follow. We had further to go, but this was a great first step to removing Hunter from our lives for good.

Asher ate my pussy like a man possessed, his moans and groans feral as his tongue swiped through my lips, shoved into my hole, and plunged in and out. “Fucking hell,” he muttered into my body. “You taste so good. My cum pouring out of you is so amazing. I’ve never been so turned on in my life…”

I saw his cock thickening again, surprised at his short refractory period. We were both battling exhaustion, but couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Kiss me, Asher,” I demanded. “Kiss me, then take me to bed.”

Asher pulled me down to him and smashed his cum-covered lips to mine. We shared our mixed flavor until his cum was gone, massaging our tongues together and licking everywhere we could. It was filthy, but reclaiming. I never wanted it to end.

We stumbled to the living room on shaky legs, avoiding Hunter’s room with its blood splatters and terrible memories, and collapsed onto the couch together. Asher entered me from behind with no preamble, spooning my body close, and we worked each other to another slow orgasm before falling asleep .

Tomorrow, we had work to do, but in that quiet, dark moment, with just him, with a flicker of freedom, warmth took me.