JEALOUSY JEALOUSY

an extremely taboo novel by international bestselling author

Seven Rue
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Triggers:

Jealous/obsessed heroine
Jealous/possessive hero
Virgin heroine
Mental health issues
Heroine with impulsive/intrusive thoughts
Manipulative family members
Parents who play favorites
Death of a family member
Mourning
Talk of self-harm
Talk of suicide/death
Talk of killing family members
Somnophilia (touching, no sex)
Choking
Blood/Period play
Masturbation
Cum play
Cult
Use of urine (not sexually)
 Storm clouds gather in my mind
My jealousy consumes me, so unkind
I long to hold you close and near
But you'll never be mine, it's crystal clear
And in my heart, I fear it's true
I'll never capture your attention, no matter what I do

A beauty so rare, a heart so kind,

I envy the one who's always on your mind
Her smile, her laugh, her every move
I can't help but feel the jealous groove

I long for your gaze, your recognition

But I fear I'll forever be in silent disposition
I'll never be the one you desire,
My jealousy burns like a raging fire.
Prologue

CAIA

I was five years old the first time I hurt myself to get my brother’s attention. I was too young to think clearly but
as I got older, I couldn’t stay away from causing myself all that pain. I needed him to see me. I needed him to
love me. But I couldn’t get him to look at me. Not even with blood on my hands and tears streaming down my
face.
The older I got, the harder it became for me to accept that I wasn’t his favorite sister, and that I probably
never would be. It was unfair, and nothing would ever change his mind. No matter how many times I would
hurt myself, nothing would ever compare to the hurt Wavel had to endure.
Wavel was sick. She was in the hospital a lot, and my family spent a lot of time sitting by her bed, mostly
watching her sleep. She didn’t look the same without her blonde hair. Hair that looked just like mine. And
despite all the treatment she had to endure, she always looked beautiful.
We were twins. We looked the exact same. Still…Sly only ever looked at her.
I often wondered if things would’ve been different if I was the sick one. If I had suffered the way Wavel
had, would Sly have loved me?
There was no way for me to find out. But with time, I would get him to love me.
Me.
Not Wavel.
Or anyone.
Just me.
Chapter 1

CAIA

I hated sleep. I didn’t need it. Even as a little kid. Instead of sleeping, I spent the nights reading books or
watching movies. I also liked to paint, but that was a hobby I liked doing with enough daylight. Though, there
weren’t many days where the sky wasn’t gray over this town. It rained almost constantly, and the fog covered
the skyline, taking away a beautiful view from the house we lived in on top of a hill.
These large floor to ceiling windows only allowed us to see how sad this town was, and with the luck of
being homeschooled, we also never had to endure the long and unhappy faces of the citizens.
Mom and Dad rarely left the house too. Mom was our teacher, and Dad’s job was to help people with
mental instabilities to heal. That’s why we often had people over. Strangers. But often times, they became
family.
Dr. Keagan Alsten psychologist was written on our front door, but Dad wasn’t a psychologist. He was a cult
leader but that didn’t sound as classy. Or trustworthy.
But after every new therapy session, the people fell for Dad’s games.
People usually came alone but Dad sometimes put together a like-minded group of men to have long
conversations at night. Tonight was one of those nights. And nights like these were my favorite.
I stood in the doorway looking at Dad who was sitting in his leather chair, with his right ankle resting on
his left knee, and his hands resting on his stomach. His head was tilted to the side as he listened with great
interest to one of the men. They were all sitting in our living room, and I could barely make out their faces in
the dim light. The man speaking was keeping his voice low, and with the rain outside, I had a hard time picking
up on anything he was saying.
I kept standing there and took it all in. I didn’t want to bother them. I simply didn’t want to go to bed. I
wouldn’t sleep anyway. And waking Wavel wasn’t an option. She would just tell me to go back to sleep. Or she
would tell me once again that I desperately needed to see a doctor and get myself checked because of my lack of
sleep.
I was fine. Nothing was wrong with me.
Nothing at all.
When one of the men lifted his gaze and met my eyes, I smiled at him, giving him a small wave. He looked
confused, but he had seen me before. I knew he had been here a few times already. Maybe he was wondering
why I was awake. Or he had forgotten about me.
That wasn’t hard to do. Everyone forgot about me from time to time. Especially my family. When Wavel
had to be rushed to the hospital one night, they left me here for three full days. I was eight back then, and they
only called once to let me know that Wavel would be okay.
I ate scrambled eggs and cereal for the time they were gone, and when they came back, my mother was kind
enough to point out that there were frozen meals in the freezer that I simply had to put into the microwave. I
could’ve been smart enough to check the freezer. Then again, I was eight.
The man kept looking at me, and his gaze started to travel down my body. They lingered on my naked feet,
and when I started to feel uncomfortable, I shifted and crossed my ankles.
I wanted him to stop staring, but he wouldn’t.
I should go.
Just leave and he will stop.
God, but I don’t want to!
“Connor, are you listening to what Harold is saying?” Dad’s voice cut through my conflicting thoughts, and
I turned my head to look at him as he glanced at Connor.
“Yes, doctor. I am listening,” he replied, his voice unsure.
“Good. You’re the next one asking him a question.” Dad got up from his chair and told the men to continue
talking, then he turned to face me, and my body tensed.
I watched him closely as he walked toward me, taking long strides until he reached me. He grabbed my
hand and pulled me to the big foyer, and once we came to a halt, he cupped my face with both hands and tilted
my head back.
“What have I told you about eavesdropping?”
I pursed my lips and shrugged.
 “Caia.”
I sighed. “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I couldn’t hear a word. All of those men talk really softly.”
Dad’s eyes darkened and his hands squeezed my face tighter. “I don’t want you to be down here when I
have guests over. You know that.” He studied me for a moment before sighing and adding, “Can’t sleep again,
hm? What happened to your journal? I thought that helped you clear your mind and help you sleep.”
Writing my thoughts into a journal never helped. I didn’t need to write. I needed someone to talk to. But
that was too much to ask for in this family, so I never asked.
I shook my head. “It never helped. Can’t I just sit with you? I promise I won’t tell anyone about the things
you talk about. I can keep secrets.”
“You know I don’t want you to listen to what my clients have to say. It won’t help your sleeping issue. Do
me a favor and go upstairs, darling.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and took a step back as he dropped his
hands.
“I won’t bother you in there, Daddy. I promise,” I begged, but that wouldn’t get me far.
“Upstairs, Caia.”
I could’ve thrown a fit but I was turning eighteen in two days. I wasn’t a child anymore.
“Fine.” I watched him as I took a step back, reaching the stairs to head to the first floor. “Good night,
Daddy. I love you.” My words sounded forced. They were. I didn’t love him. There was only one person I loved in
this family, and that was Sly.
My brother.
Chapter 2

CAIA

Instead of going back to my bedroom, I decided to go take a bath. Two in the morning was the perfect time to
relax in steaming hot water.
Because of the lack of neighbors, and the fact that our house was basically built on a cliff, even our
bathrooms had floor-to-ceiling windows. I watched as lightning lit up the rainy night sky, and how the wind
blew the rain into one direction. Nights like these were beautiful. So calming, yet there was something so
sinister about it.
I heard footsteps coming toward the bathroom door, and though I had thought about the possibility of one
of Dad’s guests coming up here, I didn’t lock the door. There were two other bathrooms in this house, and
usually, his guests never came up here.
Then, as the footsteps came closer, I knew who was about to step into the bathroom. I recognized those
steps.
Sly.
The door swung open, and he stood there in his boxers, looking as beautiful as ever. Even with his dark
blond hair all messed up from sleep and his eyes barely open, my brother was the type of person you could stare
at forever and never get tired of. He was the kind of beautiful that was hard to believe existed in this world. Then
again, I had been told by strangers that I was beautiful too, but Mom always replied with, “You should see her
sister. She’s even more beautiful”.
I wasn’t her favorite. Nor Dad’s or Wavel’s. I wanted to be Sly’s favorite.
“Hi,” I said quietly, smiling at him, and hoping he wouldn’t turn back around and leave.
He studied me with tired eyes, letting his gaze linger on the mountain of foam that had formed on the
water before he closed the door behind him and walked over to the toilet.
He was standing with his back to me, and I watched him as he pulled down his boxers, positioning himself,
then I saw the yellow stream between his thighs. My eyes stayed there.
I pursed my lips and tried to think of something else to say. Something that would spark up a conversation.
But I couldn’t come up with anything. Nothing that wouldn’t make him look at me with a frown. So I stayed
quiet and kept admiring his backside.
I found myself chewing on my bottom lip when he was finished, and after he washed his hands, he turned
to me with a deep crease on his forehead.
“You need help, Caia.”
I was all ears.
I moved to sit up. The foam was still covering me, but I moved my arms over the water, making all the
bubbles move. “I know,” I told him. “Will you help me?”
Sly slowly shook his head. “Professional help. Ask Dad.”
“Dad won’t help me.”
“Did you ask him?”
I shrugged. He sighed.
“How do you expect someone to help you if you don’t ask for it?”
“I asked you.”
“And I told you no.”
I furrowed my brows. “You’re the only one who knows how to help me, Sly.”
“I don’t know shit, Caia. You’re messed up. And I’m too busy taking care of other things. Important things.”
Jealousy.
Jealousy.
Stupid jealousy!
“You mean people.”
“What?”
“Not things but people. Like Wavel. You’re too busy loving her so you can’t help me. She’s not sick
anymore, you know?”
He started shaking his head as he ran his hands through his hair. “What the hell are you talking about,
Caia?”
 “You don’t want to help me because you don’t love me.”
He laughed, and I raised a brow.
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re fucking sick.”
“THEN WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?!” My words were louder than I had wanted them to be, and they
startled us both.
Sly stared at me with wide eyes, fearing I could’ve woken Mom or Wavel, or disturbed Dad downstairs.
He took a step closer and placed both his hands on the bathtub, leaning in closer until his face was in front
of mine. I could see the anger in his eyes, and in this light, they looked as mysterious as ever.
“Because you made yourself sick.”
His words echoed in the room, even though he said them quietly. His eyes stayed on mine for a moment,
trying to figure out if I had understood him. I had, but I wished he hadn’t outed those words.
He pushed himself off the tub and turned away. Then he left the bathroom and left me all alone. Again.
I closed my eyes, anger rising inside of me.
If I drown right now, nobody will care.
Do it.
No.
It’s not me who has to go to get what I want.
Chapter 3

CAIA

“Caia.”
“Caia, it’s your turn.”
“Darling, your sister is talking to you.”
“She’s listening. She’s just choosing to be a pain in the ass.”
Wavel touched my hand, and I lifted my gaze from the chess board to her face. My face. God, why did we
have to be twins?
Even with the same facial features, she was more beautiful. Mom once said that it’s because Wavel was
beautiful on the inside too, and I wasn’t. That her beauty started from within, and that if I would’ve had more
luck, I could’ve turned out just like her. Beautiful. Strong. Kind.
Wavel was sitting next to me when Mom said those things, and I decided that she only said that to make
Wavel feel better. We were kids back then, and Wavel was still sick.
I always wondered if Mom would’ve made Wavel feel that good about herself if she hadn’t been sick. But
even now that she wasn’t sick, Mom still preferred to compliment Wavel on everything, while I took all the
blame for everything.
“Caia, it’s your turn,” Wavel nudged in her usual sweet voice.
I was going to check the king, making Wavel lose the game, and then I would be the asshole for winning
instead of letting sweet, sweet Wavel win.
“I give up.”
“Why?”
“Because she’s too stupid to play chess,” Sly muttered. He was sitting on the leather couch with a book on
his lap and a cup of coffee in his hand. Dad sat in his chair, and Mom was standing in the kitchen with an apron
on.
The chess table was right between the kitchen and living room, and if the sun would’ve been shining, it
would’ve been illuminated through the skylight from above. But it was another rainy day. Depressing.
“Your sister is not stupid,” Dad argued, and while that was a nice thing for him to say, I knew it would turn
into a backhanded compliment in just a second. “She simply has to focus and use that intelligent little brain of
hers.”
“I just don’t want to play anymore,” I told them with a sigh, leaning back in my chair.
“You could check my king,” Wavel said, smiling gently.
“I know I could.”
“Then why don’t you?”
Because I’ll end up hurting everyone’s feelings for not letting you win.
But I didn’t say that out loud. I simply shrugged and got up from the table. “I simply don’t want to play
anymore.”
“Could’ve just finished the game instead of leaving her hanging,” Sly stated.
I glared at him. “I can do nothing right in this house, can I?”
“No, you can’t.”
“Kids.” Dad’s warning was underwhelming. He hated when we argued. I hated it too. Well, I only hated
arguing with Sly.
“I’m going upstairs,” I muttered, wanting to escape all of them.
“What are you going to do upstairs?” Wavel asked.
I turned to her and shrugged again. “Paint.”
“I’ll come with you. I haven’t painted in months. I feel like I’ve almost forgotten how to paint,” she said
with a soft chuckle.
“Oh, honey. You’ll paint something beautiful. I know it,” Mom said. “Before you go…come pick out which
cake you want for your birthday tomorrow.”
Wavel grabbed my hand and pulled me to the kitchen. I was pretty sure Mom didn’t want me to pick. She
wanted Wavel to choose because her opinion and likes mattered more than mine. Always had.
Mom showed us three pictures of beautiful, big cakes which looked like wedding cakes. But we were
turning eighteen tomorrow, and she had promised to make a special one for our special day.
 Not that I cared anyway.
“I figured I’d give you a few choices,” Mom said.
Wavel pursed her lips and looked at me. “What do you think, Caia? Which cake looks good to you?”
“You love raspberries, darling. How about this one?” Mom asked, pointing at the one with raspberries all
over the top of a white frosted cake.
“I do, but Caia doesn’t really like them.” Wavel squeezed my hand, silently telling me that she had my back.
In situations like these, Wavel had always looked out for me. Sometimes I felt like I was her baby sister when I
was actually the one who was born seven minutes before she was.
“How about this one?” Wavel asked, pointing at a chocolate covered cake. “We both love chocolate. And you
could add strawberries on there, Mom.”
“I haven’t thought of that,” Mom said with a tight smile.
Of course she hadn’t. “That one’s fine with me.”
“Perfect! We’ll be upstairs.” Wavel pulled me out of the kitchen and toward the stairs when Sly called out to
Wavel.
“I’ll be done reading this book soon. You said you wanted to discuss it. I’ll come upstairs to tell you what I
thought of it once I’m finished.”
Wavel smiled. “Okay, sounds good.”
I rolled my eyes at his try of making me jealous. Wavel and Sly often read the same books to then talk
about them and give their opinions. They were mostly books from Dad’s library. His gaze locked on mine, and
his eyes immediately darkened. “Should’ve read it as well and you could’ve discussed it with us.”
His mocking tone left me cold. Just like it had left him cold when I screamed at him in the bathroom.
I dropped my eyes to the book he was holding, recognizing it immediately. “Suzie was only dreaming. She
fell asleep on the third page of the book and since then, the whole story is only a dream. She’ll wake up on the
very last sentence. In my opinion, it was very predictable.”
I could see Sly tense. His knuckles were turning white as he gripped the book tightly.
“That wasn’t nice, Caia. Why would you ruin the book for him?” Mom asked, looking as disappointed as
ever.
“Your mother’s right, darling. That wasn’t very nice,” Dad added, turning his head to face me before he
looked at Sly. “But I guess no one’s safe from spoilers. That’s just something we’ll all have to face in life, son.”
Sly shook his head and sighed. “I know. It’s fine. I was struggling to get through this book anyway.”
His eyes met mine again, and I gave him a tight smile before heading upstairs with Wavel.
“I didn’t like the book either,” she admitted, trying to hide a grin. “And Sly was wasting his time on it. I
think he only read it because I told him to. He’d do anything for me.”
I knew he would.
He wouldn’t do anything for me.
But at least I had Wavel who never made me feel bad about myself.
Though, she did make me feel something no one else in this family did.
Jealousy.
Stupid jealousy.
Chapter 4

CAIA

“Can I ask you something?” I asked, looking up from the blank canvas in front of me. We were both standing in
front of our easels, each holding a brush and palette in our hands.
We’ve always had the same hobbies. Though, I had been the first to paint in this family. Wavel loved
watching me, then she tried painting herself, and she loved it from the first brush stroke on.
“You know you can ask me anything, Caia. What is it?”
I looked at her, studying her expression as she kept her eyes on her painting.
“Do you ever wonder about what we’ll do after we’re done with school? I mean…Sly is still here when he
could’ve gone to college. Why didn’t he leave at eighteen?”
Wavel pursed her lips and turned her head to look at me. “He wouldn’t have learned anything important in
college. I heard him talk to Dad. He wants Sly to help him.”
“Help Dad with what?” I asked, frowning.
“You know…with his patients. Dad said that people would listen to Sly. He’s smart and…convincing. He
could get more people to come here. To talk to Dad.”
“How is he supposed to do all that if he never leaves the house?”
“I asked myself the same thing but apparently, he does it online. I don’t know a lot about it. Actually, I
know nothing about it. I only heard them talk about it once, and when they noticed I was listening, they sent me
to my room.”
I watched her closely. I believed everything she was saying, but I found it odd that they kept it all a secret.
We knew what Dad was doing was sketchy. We just didn’t know the details or what went on when we really
weren’t listening.
Leading a cult wasn’t illegal.
Dad wasn’t breaking any laws.
None we knew of, at least.
“Does Mom know more?”
Wavel shrugged. “I really don’t know, Caia. We shouldn’t be worrying about this too much. Maybe once we
graduate this summer, Dad will tell us more.”
I nodded but I doubted he’d tell me more. Nobody trusted me in this family.
I nodded and turned back to my painting, looking at it with critical eyes. I was good at realism, but this
painting needed to be worked on more.
“Wavel?”
“Yes?”
“Do you ever feel lonely?”
She was silent for a while, then she turned to face me with a small smile. “No, not really. You?”
I shook my head. I never felt lonely. Only misunderstood and ignored. “No.”
“Good. Because you’re not alone. You know that, right?”
“I know.” I smiled tightly and we both continued to paint. There was classical music softly playing in the
background. It was relaxing, and it was nice not thinking about anything else for once.
My painting was starting to come together nicely, and when I was happy with the result, I set the palette
and brush down, and sat down on the couch behind me.
I watched Wavel paint. She was into abstract art, and her way of expressing herself through art had always
fascinated me. Her brush strokes were always elegant and soft, and none of her paintings were ever too dark.
She loved soft pinks and greens, and though I didn’t think those colors went together, she made it work
somehow.
“I’ve met someone,” she said, breaking our silence.
“How? Where?”
“On the internet. Now, I know what you’ll think…it’s not safe to meet someone online, but he’s not a bad
person.” She turned to face me with a smile, and I frowned.
“I’m confused.”
Wavel laughed softly. “You know that website Mom showed us where we can do some extra work for
school? There’s a forum where you can ask for help if you need any. He asked a question and I answered, and
then he sent me a private message. We started talking and…I really like him.”
I needed a moment to wrap my head around everything she was saying. It all seemed sketchy to me. “How
do you know it’s a guy?”
“Well, his name is Jack and his profile picture is a guy. I’m hoping he’ll ask for my phone number so we can
text and maybe call each other. He’s a really nice guy.”
“Where’s he from?”
“Vancouver. Not too far away. It’s only an hour flight from here.”
I nodded. “So…you write to him a lot?”
“Yes. Every day. Mostly at night because he’s not online during the day. He makes me laugh, you know? I
know you probably think it’s strange but I really think this could turn into something bigger.”
I still wasn’t sure what to think about all that but it made me wonder one thing I had been curious about
forever. “What about Sly?”
“What about him?”
“I thought you liked him.”
Wavel furrowed her brows. “I do like him. He’s our brother.” She trailed off and studied me, then her eyes
widened. “Why would you think that I like Sly like that? Caia, we’re siblings!”
“No, I know! I just—” I sighed. “It always seemed that you two had a different kind of bond. I mean, you do.
He loves you but he doesn’t love me. And I know you don’t love me as much as you love him.”
“Caia, don’t say that. That’s not true. I love you just as much as Sly. And just as much as I love Mom and
Dad.” She looked worried when she kneeled in front of me and grabbed my hands. “Are you okay? Do you need
to talk so somebody?”
Yes.
Desperately.
“No.”
Idiot.
“You know you can talk to me about anything, Caia. You’re my twin. I owe you, and if I can help you with
something, I’d be more than happy to. Are you really okay?”
I looked at our hands and nodded, smiling tightly. “Yes, I’m okay. But if I ever need to talk, you’ll be the
first one I’ll come to.”
“Promise?” She held up her pinky, waiting for me to hook mine around hers.
“Promise.”
But that promise wasn’t valid. I had broken it right in that moment. Because more than anything, I needed
to tell her just how dark and fucked up my thoughts were.
And all those thoughts included one person.
Sly.
Chapter 5

CAIA

Today was our eighteenth birthday.

It was all about Wavel.
Moving on.
Chapter 6

CAIA

Our library was located on the ground floor of the house, with big, curved windows letting in lots of natural
light. There was a suspended walkway above, allowing us to look down into the library through the glass dome,
and I often found Sly standing there, watching Wavel when she was reading.
He was standing there again, and by simply looking at his expression, I knew Wavel was down there.
He adored her.
Sometimes he made it seem like he was obsessed with her.
He was. Why was I even questioning it?
It was clear as day, and he didn’t hide it.
I stood at the end of the walkway, observing him closely. He was resting his forearms against the railing,
with his fingers locked and his head hanging low.
He had been standing there for almost fifteen minutes.
I had been standing there for that long as well.
I couldn’t help myself. I felt left out whenever Sly put all his attention on Wavel, and I just needed to be
there too. Even if he hated it.
“This is why I adore her so much,” he said, his voice low. “She’s graceful without trying. She’s the most
perfect thing to ever exist on this planet.”
He was talking to me, but he wouldn’t look at me. He kept his eyes on her. Always on her.
I wasn’t surprised he had noticed me.
He always did. The only difference was that whenever he noticed me, he didn’t care. Instead, his eyes lit up
whenever Wavel looked at him.
My body tensed as I let his words linger on my mind. I fisted my hands and swallowed hard as I dared to
take a step toward him. “How can you say that about her without thinking the same about me? I’m her twin. I’m
your sister too.”
Sly shook his head as if the facts I had just uttered were made up and untrue.
“You’re different.”
“Isn’t that a good thing?” I asked, sounding hopeful.
“Not in this case.”
Of course not.
I walked over to him and stopped by his side to look down at Wavel. She was on the couch, lying on her
stomach with a book in front of her. Her feet were in the air and crossed at the ankles. She was wearing a white
satin dress that barely covered her, and her long, wavy hair was falling gently down her shoulders and back.
He was right. She was beautiful. But I looked the exact same. “If it was me down there, you wouldn’t know
it.”
“I would know. Do you really think I can’t tell you girls apart? I don’t even have to look at you. Your scent is
enough for me to tell which one of you is who.”
I frowned and moved my gaze to him. “That’s creepy.”
“You know what’s creepy? You following me around like a damn obsessed stalker. That’s fucking creepy
and I wished you wouldn’t do that shit.”
“You’re a hypocrite,” I muttered.
“Say that again.”
“You’re a fucking hypocrite. You do the same with Wavel. You follow her around. You watch her. At least I
get something out of it. You don’t.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that she will never notice you. Not the way you want her to. She doesn’t love you the way you
love her.”
Sly turned his head to look at me. He hadn’t expected me to say that, and he suddenly wasn’t as confident
as before.
“And why the hell would I believe you?”
“Because she told me.”
“Liar.” He shook his head and turned to look down at her again.
 “Why would I lie? We talked and she told me she doesn’t love you that way. It would be strange anyway.
You can’t be in love with your sibling.” Now I was the hypocrite. But I didn’t care. If this was one way to make
him feel like shit, then I would run with it.
“Shut the fuck up, Caia. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I knew all too well.
But just like him, I didn’t want to accept the truth. I couldn’t be in love with him. Even if he loved me back,
it wouldn’t be normal.
“It’s immoral, Sly.” I was testing him now. If he would’ve been the one telling me all these things after I
admitted being in love with him, he would’ve said worse. “And by the way…she met a guy.”
Sly looked at me again with a serious expression. “Stop fucking around, Caia. Go play.”
Go play.
“I’m not a child,” I shot back with a raised brow.
“I want you to leave me alone. You’re talking shit and for no reason at all.”
“I’m not talking shit. She told me she met a guy online. His name is Jack and they have been talking to each
other for a while now. She likes him. And she doesn’t love you. She was appalled when I asked her if she loved
you back.”
“Why would you even ask her that? God, Caia, you’re a fucking psycho!” He ran his hands through his hair
and paced the floor with a stressed expression.
“I’m telling you what she told me. I don’t want you to get hurt. You can’t love her. It’s not okay to love a
sibling like that, Sly. Maybe it’s best if you talk to someone about this. I think you might be sick—”
“I’m not sick!” He wrapped his hand around my throat and pinned me against the railing as his voice
echoed around us. “Stop trying to manipulate me. You’re sick! And lonely. But that’s not my fucking problem so
stop messing with me, you hear me?”
His fingers and thumb were digging into the sides of my neck as I held my breath. He was staring into my
eyes, and I knew without him having to say another word that he was upset and angry.
Someone had to tell him the truth. How else would he ever understand that Wavel was not the right sister
for him?
She would never give him the attention I was giving him. She would never look at him the way I looked at
him. And most importantly, she would never love him the way I loved him.
Chapter 7

CAIA

“I will have another group meeting later tonight, and I will be holding it in the library. I would appreciate it if
you kids don’t interrupt or bother us. It’s an important meeting,” Dad explained, keeping his eyes on me because
this was only a warning for me.
“Yes, Dad,” we all replied.
“I’m so proud of you, my love. You’ve come so far. It feels like yesterday when you had your first patient,
and now there are so many people who want and need your help. You’re an incredible man, Keagan.” Mom was
the least credible person on the planet. She was practically drooling on him, but she wasn’t fooling me with her
words.
She was jealous of all the people Dad talked to.
Just like I was jealous of how much attention and affection Sly gave to Wavel.
Huh…maybe Mom and I weren’t so different after all.
“Thank you, darling.” Dad reached across the table to touch Mom’s hand. “I will be in my office before they
arrive. Sly, please join me in there before you head to your room.”
“I will,” Sly replied with a nod.
We continued to eat, and I found myself watching Sly as he observed Wavel. It was the same every evening.
He watched her. She ignored him. And my jealousy grew.
“That frown between your brows will leave a nasty crease, Caia. Relax your face,” Mom said with a
disgusted undertone. She didn’t have to hide it. I knew every little thing I did bothered her.
“I’m not frowning,” I argued, raising a brow at her.
“There is no reason to lie, sweetheart. Why are you making that face anyway? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Caia, your mother just said that there is no reason to lie in this house. What’s on your mind? You’ve been
acting strange lately.”
“Lately?” Sly laughed.
“Sly…” Wavel sighed, shaking her head slowly. “That’s not nice.”
He shot her a glare, and for a split second I believed his obsession was gone. But just like a puppy, his
emotions switched, and his expression softened. She had him wrapped around her little finger and it showed.
God, I wish he would react to me the way he reacts to her.
“So?” Dad nudged. “What’s on your mind?”
I turned my head to look at him and shrugged. “Nothing I want to talk about.”
“You know we’re here if you need us, right?”
“She knows,” Wavel replied, looking at Dad with a gentle smile. “And she promised me she will come to me
if she ever needs to talk. I will be able to understand her best. We’re twins after all.”
“You’re the sweetest, Wavel. She’s very lucky to have a sister like you. And we’re very lucky to have you
too,” Mom cooed.
I wanted to throw up.
Punch her in the face.
Stab her.
Relax.
She’s not relevant.
There was silence again, and I let the anger inside of me grow. I would keep it inside for the rest of the day,
and for the first time in what felt like forever, I wanted to sleep it all off.
Shut down my brain for once and not think about anything.
“Mom, Dad, I’ve met someone,” Wavel said, breaking the silence.
We all looked at her, and I glanced at Sly to see his reaction. I had told him about Jack, but he wouldn’t
believe me. Now he was learning about Wavel’s little crush the hard way.
How amusing.
I pursed my lips and listened to the conversation.
“You did? That’s wonderful. Tell us more,” Mom encouraged.
“His name is Jack.”
 I raised a brow at Sly, waiting for his reaction. He looked at me, grimaced, and shook his head.
“I met him online. We’ve been sending each other messages for a while now and he asked me for my phone
number today, so we’ve been texting ever since. He’s really kind and sweet, and he asks so many questions. He’s
really interested in me.”
“How old is this guy, sweetheart?” Dad asked.
“Sly’s age. So, twenty.”
“And where is he from?”
“Vancouver. And he’s in college. He studies economics.”
“Sounds like a smart guy,” Mom stated.
“He is. You’d like him. He loves books and he also golfs. I know you played golf too, Dad.”
Dad nodded. “I did play golf. I was hoping to start playing again and bring Sly along. Do you think that’s
something you’d enjoy doing, son?”
No.
“No, I don’t think so,” Sly replied.
“Well, if I ever get to meet this Jack guy, I will make sure to get out my clubs and take him to the golf
course.”
“Jack would love that! We have talked about meeting up soon. Though, I would have to go visit him first
because he’s busy with classes, and he can’t leave the city,” Wavel explained.
Mom would never let her go to Vancouver alone, but Dad would. And in this house, Mom rarely had
anything to say.
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. I have to get ready for tonight.” Dad got up from the table and brushed his
hand over Mom’s head, thanking her for dinner. “It was delicious as always, darling. Sly, please come to my
office when you’re done.”
Dad left the dining room and headed upstairs while we finished our dinner in silence.
Something about Wavel’s new friendship with Jack didn’t sit right with me. Not because I believed that it
wouldn’t work out between them. But Wavel wanting to go to Vancouver felt off. Dad had yet to allow her to go,
yet the idea of her traveling up there left a heavy feeling in my chest.
My intuition never failed me, and it wasn’t going to the next time either.
Chapter 8

CAIA

I was sitting on my bed when I heard Sly and Dad argue in his office. Their voices were loud, but I couldn’t
understand much. I did hear Wavel’s name being said a couple of times, but I couldn’t make out the context of
their conversation.
Sly sounded angrier than Dad, and I knew this was about Jack. Sly was jealous. I could see it in his face at
dinner. He hated how Wavel talked about Jack, and how much she adored this guy without ever meeting him.
It was a win for me seeing Sly so angry, yet I didn’t want him to feel that way. I had to make him feel better.
I needed him to know that Wavel wasn’t meant for him anyway. I was.
I waited for him to come out of Dad’s office, and as he walked by my bedroom door, he looked inside but
dismissed me in seconds before heading to his room.
I pursed my lips and sat there for a moment longer before getting up and walking down the hall to Sly’s
bedroom. I knocked, then pushed open the door to find him sitting on his couch, facing the television.
All our rooms were spacious. Maybe a bit too spacious. And we all had the same incredible view from our
bedroom windows. But only I seemed to appreciate the view.
“Sly? Can I come in?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.
“Sure.”
I closed the door behind me and took a few steps to stand in the middle of the room. I looked around, then
rested my gaze on the back of his head. “What did you and Dad talk about?”
“Nothing you need to know about, Caia.”
Of course.
I pursed my lips and looked around again, trying to find something to talk about. But nothing interested me
enough to spark a conversation. I wanted to talk about Wavel. About how he felt now that she was into someone
else.
“I heard you will follow in Dad’s footsteps. Is that true?”
“Where’d you hear that from?”
“Wavel. She said she heard you talk to Dad about it.”
Sly shrugged. “I’m not sure I want to become like Dad. He’s a fucked-up man with fucked up ideas.”
That surprised me.
Sly adored Dad, and he never said anything negative about him. But the way he was speaking about him
now made me wonder for how long he had thought about Dad in that way.
“Do you really think that?”
“Why would I say shit like that and not think it? He’s not a good man.”
Interesting…
I walked around the couch and sat down next to him. He had pulled up the sleeves of his sweater, letting
his forearms show. He was tense, and the veins pushed through his skin. It was safe to say that working out in
our home gym almost daily paid off.
“Does Wavel know you think of him that way?” I asked.
“Why are you pulling Wavel into this?”
“Because you usually don’t tell me things without having told Wavel beforehand. Actually…you never tell
me anything. I’m surprised you admitted to all that to me.”
He turned his head to look at me. His eyes said a lot, but I couldn’t make out a specific emotion. A spark of
amusement then appeared, and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. I don’t
trust you. You’ll run to Wavel and Mom, and then you’ll tell Dad. Just…forget it, okay?”
“I’m not a snitch,” I stated, dropping my gaze to my hands as I picked at the skin around my fingernails. “I
don’t care if you don’t like Dad. I don’t like him either.”
“That’s not a secret. You hate him. And you hate Mom. God, you fucking despise Mom, and you’re lucky
she’s not smart enough to realize it.”
Great.
So my feelings toward my parents weren’t hidden.
Then again…I had never tried to hide them.
The people on TV talked as we sat there in silence. I let his words linger, letting my mind drift off until my
thoughts became too dark. There were things I wished I could say to my mother’s face. Things that would upset
and anger her. Things that would make the rest of my family hate me more than they already did.
I got rid of those thoughts with a shake of my head, then I faced him with a smile, hoping to change the
subject. “Wanna watch a movie? I read a spoiler-free review of a movie that came out a few months ago, and it
said it had amazing plot twists.”
“I don’t know, Caia. I feel like being alone tonight.”
He didn’t sound too convinced, and after today, I didn’t want him to be alone. “It’s a psychological thriller
with a hint of horror. I’m sure you’ll love it. I can make us cheesy nachos.”
I usually didn’t insist on things but when it came to Sly, I gave it my all to end up spending time with him.
We rarely did things together, and the last time we spent time together was a long time ago. And even then, the
time was spent preparing a gift for Wavel for when she was released from the hospital.
“We can ask Wavel if she wants to join us.” It was my last hope to at least get a chance to spend the night
with him. Even if I wouldn’t be alone with him.
Sly ran his hands through his hair and shook his head. “No, she doesn’t like movies like that. Besides…I’m
damn sure she’s busy texting that jackass.”
Nice wordplay.
“So…we’ll watch the movie?”
He sighed. “Sure. Whatever.”
That was good enough for me. I smiled brightly and got up from the couch. “Great. I’ll make the cheesy
nachos. I’ll be right back.”
“Bring me a beer too, will you?”
“Of course.”
Anything for you.
Anything.
Always.
Chapter 9

CAIA

Sly had been patiently waiting for me to get back to him. When I walked into his bedroom, he was already
comfortably sitting on the couch, facing the TV, with a blanket covering his legs. He had changed into his
nightwear which was essentially a black, satin button up shirt. He looked handsome in it.
He looked handsome without it too.
He was overall the most handsome man to ever walk this earth.
I set down the food and drink, then got comfortable on the couch next to him. Sly had no intention of
sharing his blanket with me, and though I was cold, I wasn’t going to beg for it. I pulled up my legs and tugged
them under me.
“I hope you like the nachos,” I said with a smile.
He gave a quick nod, then handed me the remote to put on the movie. I did a quick search and found it on
one of the three streaming services we had, and after pressing play, I put the remote back down and leaned back.
We sat there in the darkness of his room, watching the movie in silence.
I had lied to him. I had seen the movie already. But it was as fucked up as my mind, and I wanted to watch
it again. This time, with Sly sitting next to me.
I saw myself in the protagonist, and I loved how crazy she was. She didn’t show it, and the people around
her never figured her out. Not really. They knew she was messed up in the head, just like my family knew I was
too, but no one would help her. They only helped each other.
I related to that.
A lot.
And I hoped that maybe Sly would understand that I was trying to send a message. Maybe if he realized that
the girl in the movie was just like me, he would finally help me get better.
Or better yet…give me what I’ve always desired: his devoted attention and love.
I kept peeking over to him. He looked tense. His brows were furrowed, and with his hands he was gripping
his blanket.
I didn’t say anything at first. The movie affected him, and I hoped he would just look at me. Tell me what
was on his mind. But he stayed quiet and kept his gaze on the TV.
The jump-scare didn’t get a reaction out of him either, and I decided that I had to be the one to say or do
something to get him to notice me. I was sitting right there, but it seemed as if Sly had forgotten about me.
My eyes moved from the screen to his hands on his lap, and when they gripped the blanket tighter, I
reached over and placed my hand on his.
Finally, he turned his head and looked at me. He looked confused. “What?”
“Nothing. I just…can you hold my hand?”
His frown deepened, and while he was questioning my request, he gave in with a sigh. “Are you scared?”
“A little,” I lied. “That girl kinda creeps me out.”
“Yeah…same,” he muttered.
His fingers curled around mine as he turned his head toward the TV again. We continued to watch the
movie, but all I could think of was the way his hand wrapped around mine made me feel.
The palm of his hand was pressed against mine, warm and soft, and yet strong. I didn’t think it was his
intention to hold my hand so tightly, but I was glad he did.
My heart was beating loud in my chest, and I knew my cheeks had turned red. The way he made me feel
with the simplest touch was incredible, and I wished he could make me feel this way more often. But most days,
I wasn’t even visible to him.
I would enjoy the moment while it lasted. The movie was going to be over soon though, and I knew the
second the credits rolled in, Sly would let go of my hand.
But that dreadful moment didn’t come. Because before the movie ended, Sly fell asleep. His hand was still
in mine, still holding mine tightly. His head was resting against the back rest of the couch and turned toward
me. With his eyes closed I could see exactly how long his lashes were. Way too long for a guy. Then again, Sly’s
facial features were too perfect to be real.
I looked down at our hands. It felt good having his fingers interlocked with mine, but it wasn’t giving me
the satisfaction I needed. If he were awake and into me, would he touch me though? For now, I had to take
matters into my own hands and get what I wanted from him myself.
I turned to face him and kept holding his hand while placing my other on his thigh. I squeezed gently but
that didn’t get a reaction out of him.
Luckily.
I moved my hand further up, watching his face closely as my fingertips touched his crotch. My heart was
racing and my pussy tingling. I had thought of moments like this before. I had fantasized about him many times
before.
I was still a virgin because, well…growing up in this house and being home-schooled didn’t give me many
opportunities to meet boys. I didn’t want to meet boys anyway. I wanted Sly and Sly only.
Whenever I thought of Sly at night, I used my fingers to play with myself. I had gotten good at making
myself come, but I knew that having his fingers touching me that way would feel way better.
He was still not reacting to my touch, and I got braver as I cupped his cock over his satin pants. The thin
fabric allowed me to feel his soft tip, and his semi-hard shaft. It twitched, and I carefully gave it a gentle
squeeze.
Still nothing.
How was he so sound asleep?
I pressed my lips into a thin line as I started to rub his cock, feeling it getting harder under my touch. His
body was relaxed, and his lips were slightly parted. He was enjoying this. But he was also asleep.
If he were awake, he wouldn’t be enjoying it.
I kept stroking his cock through his satin pants, hoping not to wake him. My excitement was growing
constantly until a loud shout coming from the library made me jump.
My hands weren’t on Sly anymore when he woke up from the noise. He looked around, and when his eyes
met mine, he frowned. “What’s going on?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. It was probably one of Dad’s patients.”
Sly looked to the TV and sighed, then his eyes dropped to his crotch. He had a boner, and he was visibly
confused.
“What the fuck did you do to me?”
“What?”
“Did you fucking touch me, Caia?”
“What? No! Why would you even think that?”
“Because you—”
“SLY!” Dad’s voice echoed through the whole house. “Come down here, son.”
He nudged me away and got up from the couch, and without saying another word, he left the room, leaving
me alone once more.
Chapter 10

CAIA

I didn’t follow Sly downstairs. I stayed in his bedroom and looked around, eager to find something I could take
to my room. I was already missing his presence, and I knew when he came back upstairs, he would send me to
my room.
My body was aching, and there was wetness between my legs. Touching Sly that way made me feel a certain
way, and though I knew it wasn’t okay to touch him while he was unconscious, I couldn’t ignore the little voice
in my head that convinced me to do it.
Sly wasn’t as upset as he seemed anyway. He had connected the dots and knew that I had touched him, and
while he got angry, he wasn’t angry enough. He liked it. Unconsciously. Deep down he had enjoyed my touch.
I got up from the couch and walked over to his bed where I picked up one of the two pillows, and before I
got caught stealing it, I left his bedroom and locked myself into my own room.
The men downstairs were arguing in the library when I walked down the hall to my bedroom, but I ignored
them. As much as I wanted to know what was going on, I had other things to take care of first.
I stood in front of my bed and lifted the pillow to my face, pressing it against me to smell his scent. I
breathed in deeply, taking it all in as my pussy ached. I pressed my thighs together, loving every little spark that
moved through my body like electric shocks.
His scent put me in a euphoric state. My mind was spinning and my heart racing. My legs were giving in,
and I got onto the bed before I fell over.
I got onto my back and placed the pillow over my face as I pushed my left hand into my panties. I ran my
fingertips through my folds to get them wet, then I found my clit and started circling it.
I pressed my right hand onto the pillow until it got harder to breathe. The darkness surrounding me
suddenly turned into a bright light. I fell into a daze, with colors and sparks surrounding me. It felt like the
fourth of July, only that I was about to suffocate with Sly’s pillow while making myself come.
You’re sick.
You’re going to die.
But I had this whole situation under control. I wasn’t going to die while playing with myself and sniffing
my brother’s pillow. But I was going to push this as close to the edge as possible.
My fingertips moved faster over my clit, and every time I flicked them against it, I got one step closer to my
orgasm. My toes curled and my legs tensed. I was close, and my mind drifted off to Sly, imagining his mouth on
my pussy.
I cried out his name, but my voice was muffled by the pillow covering my face. I didn’t want anyone to hear
me anyway. A few more flicks of my fingertips, and I was finally pushed over the edge. I moaned and my body
shook, then I held my breath and pressed the pillow harder onto my face, bringing myself to a form of climax I
had never experienced.
I went to hell and came back to life after pulling the pillow off my face. I took a deep breath, stared up at
the ceiling, and I smiled. It was the first real smile in a long time. And if Sly accepted that he was meant for me,
I could smile more often.

***

There was a knock at my door the next morning. Wavel’s soft voice called out to me, asking if she could
enter. I rubbed my eyes and rolled over, tugging Sly’s pillow under my chin. I wrapped my arms around it and
took another sniff. I couldn’t get enough of it.
“Caia, are you awake?” Wavel asked again.
“Yes.”
She opened the door and stepped inside in her pretty white satin dress. Her hair was up in a ponytail,
showing off her beautiful face.
My beautiful face.
Yet, I never felt pretty with my hair up.
“Good morning,” she said, smiling sweetly before her eyes widened and filled with excitement. “I have to
tell you something.”
“What is it?” I watched her come closer and moved over to give her some space to sit.
 She was ready to tell me what she was so excited about when she noticed the pillow pressed against my
chest. “Why do you have Sly’s pillow?”
Of course she would recognize it. Sly had navy blue pillowcases, whereas mine were grey.
I shrugged. “I took it.”
I didn’t give her an explanation, and she luckily didn’t ask any further questions.
Her frown turned into a smile again. “Remember how I said that I want to go visit Jack? Well, I asked Dad
again and he said I can go to Vancouver next weekend. I’m so excited!”
I furrowed my brows and watched her closely. “Dad said yes?”
“Isn’t it so exciting? I’ll finally meet Jack. He’s such a sweet guy, you know? He asks me how you and Sly
were doing. He really cares about my family.”
“What did you answer?”
“When he asked me about you?”
I nodded.
“Well, I told him that you’re okay. Because you are okay, right?”
“Sure. Yes. I’m okay,” I told her with a tight smile.
Wavel looked at her hands with a soft expression. “There’s just something I’m unsure of.”
“What is it?”
“I’ve never travelled. Well, not by myself, anyway.”
I wanted to offer going with her, but I couldn’t be bothered leaving this house when I would have Sly to
myself. “I know you can do it. You’re independent and smart. You’ll get to Vancouver safely.”
“I know. I mean…deep down I know I will make it there safely. I just can’t imagine being away from home
for so long. I will miss Sly, Mom and Dad, and you.”
Last.
Always last.
Never first.
I did not matter much in this family.
I dug my fingers into Sly’s pillow, needing an outlet for my anger. Wavel didn’t hate me. She just cared
about the others more. No matter how many times she said that I was important to her because I was her twin…
I wasn’t her number one.
“It’ll be fine. You’ll have a great time with Jack.” I sat up and stretched, keeping the pillow on my lap. “Hey,
what was all that noise last night?”
“Do you mean down in the library? Apparently, one of the guys saw a picture of us and wanted to come see
us upstairs, and Dad told him he couldn’t. Then he freaked out and started shouting, so Dad called Sly
downstairs to watch Dad handle the situation.”
“How do you know all that? Were you downstairs?”
“No, but Sly told me earlier at breakfast.”
Of course he did.
And of course, they had breakfast without me. “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“I knocked a few times, but you didn’t reply, so I let you sleep.” She got up from the bed and brushed her
hands over her dress. Then she smiled at me with a tilt of her head. “Come on, let’s go downstairs. I’ll keep you
company while you eat.”
“Okay. Give me a minute.”
She left my room, and I kept sitting there with my arms around the pillow. Once Wavel would go visit Jack,
and Sly and I would be alone, maybe then he would realize that he didn’t need her. Maybe being jealous of Jack
would finally get him to understand that I was the one he should love.
At least I cared about Sly’s feelings.
Wavel didn’t.
Otherwise, she would’ve understood a long time ago that Sly wanted to be with her.
Chapter 11

CAIA

Before I could take a bite of my toast, Mom whined about my sleeping habits. My lack of sleep didn’t bother her,
and neither did the fact that I slept whenever I felt like it. It bothered her that she often cooked for five, but only
four showed up to eat. It was the effort she had to put in for me when I, apparently, didn’t appreciate it.
“She must’ve been very tired, Mom. Otherwise, I’m sure Caia would’ve eaten breakfast with us this
morning,” Wavel told her.
“Then she should’ve slept during the night and not stayed up too long.”
They were arguing about me while I sat there in silence, eating the breakfast my mother prepared for me
with so much love.
I tasted her anger in the burnt toast, and her bitterness in the freshly pressed orange juice. If she could, she
wouldn’t cook for me at all. She didn’t care if I ate or not. And to be fair…I didn’t care if she cooked for me. I
could make my own food, but if I were to take anything out of the fridge, she’d freak out.
She planned all the meals beforehand, and nothing in the fridge was allowed to be taken without her
permission.
Just like the cheese I used for last nights’ nach—
“And that was the last time you take things out of the fridge without asking, do you hear me? I needed that
cheese for tonight’s potato gratin. Now I’ll have to go to town.”
As if it were a huge effort. She didn’t work. She never left the house other than to go grocery shopping
anyway.
“I can go buy it for you if you have other things to do today, Mom,” Wavel suggested.
Mom thought about it, then she shook her head. “Thank you, darling. You’re very sweet. But I think
someone else should be so kind to offer what you just offered.”
She took another stab at me. And another. And another.
And none of them hurt.
No matter how hard she tried, nothing she ever said would hurt me.
I was immune to her hate.
I rolled my eyes, then lifted my gaze to look at her. “Fine. I’ll go buy the cheese.”
The conversation was over, and Mom left the kitchen. Wavel sighed, and I expected her to say something
about the situation. Instead, she picked up on the conversation we had upstairs in my room.
“I’m so nervous to meet Jack. What if he doesn’t like me once he sees me in real life?”
It was a stupid question to ask. How could she be so insecure when she was clearly a beautiful, smart, and
sweet girl?
I furrowed my brows and thought about an answer. I couldn’t find the right words, and I was glad when Sly
took the ones I truly wanted to say right out of my mouth.
“You should worry about other things. Doesn’t matter if he likes you if he’s a serial killer.”
Wavel looked horrified. “What do you mean?”
God, she was so naïve. Maybe that sweetness was a weakness after all. Not that I didn’t have tendencies to
be naïve…but at least I was smart enough not to meet up with a stranger that I met on the internet.
“Have you ever heard his voice? Actually talked to him?” Sly asked as he leaned against the counter.
“I have. He sends me voice messages all the time. He’s a sweet guy.” She sounded confident in her
statement, but her eyes told us otherwise. “You can’t just call him a serial killer, Sly.”
“And you can’t just call him a sweet guy when you’ve only ever talked to him over the phone.”
Something in me was lightening up. All that jealousy I carried inside of me was slowly vanishing, and it felt
as if my feelings were floating over to Sly, going right into his chest.
He was jealous of Jack, and he wasn’t good at keeping it to himself.
Unlike me.
I was good at bottling up my feelings.
Sly shook his head. There was disappointment in his eyes. “You know no evil, do you?”
“Why would I assume the worst in people?” Wavel asked. It was a valid question. Why would she assume
the worst in people? Why would anyone?
“Because there’s bad people in the world. People who act all nice and kind, and then they end up fucking
you over. I’m not okay with you going to visit that guy, but I’m not going to stop you. You might get a good
experience out of it or not. Visit him. I hope you’ll come back with a smile and not with tears.”
We let Sly’s words linger as he walked out of the kitchen. I agreed with everything he said. And for some
fucked up reason, I liked the idea of Wavel coming back home heartbroken. Hurt. Shit, and I would not have an
ounce of remorse if that were the case.
I finished my food and drank my coffee, then washed it all down with water. The bad taste from Mom’s
anger lingered in my mouth though.
“What do you think, Caia? Am I being too naïve?”
I looked at Wavel and shrugged. “I think you should go with your gut.”
“And what if I’m wrong about him?”
“Then you know not to trust your instincts. It’s cruel, but you’ll learn more about yourself that way.” My
advice wasn’t one I would’ve given myself. I was speaking without using my brain. But whatever I just said
seemed to have been enough for Wavel.
“Thank you, Caia. You’re right. If my instincts are wrong, it means that I have to get to know myself better.
But if they’re right, then…I know I can trust myself.”
Yeah.
Whatever.
I gave a tight smile and got up from the table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go buy cheese.”
Chapter 12

CAIA

I had no driver’s licence, and my old bike was rusty, so the only way to get to town was by foot.
It was raining, again, but I didn’t care. I was putting on my red raincoat and black rainboots when Dad
entered the foyer. He studied me with a tight jaw and narrowed eyes. “Do you think you’ll ask your mother the
next time you want to use something from the fridge?”
Of course, he came to lecture me.
“Yes, I will, Daddy.”
“It’s not the first time you’ve been disrespectful toward your mother.”
The corners of my mouth curled downward, and I grimaced at his statement. I hadn’t been respected much
in this family either, but when I did it, it was a crime.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
I had no reason to defend myself. Anything I said would be taken out of context and twisted up so much
until I started to believe it myself. So…I stayed quiet.
Dad looked outside, watching the heavy rain fall. “I would drive you to the store, but I think this is a good
way to teach you a lesson.”
Cruel.
Heartless.
My dad wasn’t a father to me.
Only to Sly and Wavel.
“Okay.”
I stood there and took it all without a fight, and I waited for him to finally let me leave.
He eyed me up and down, then he finally turned to leave. “Be safe,” was all he said.
Not that he really cared. If something were to happen to me while I walked along the winding road all the
way to town with this heavy rain falling, nobody would care. Not just Dad.
“Fuck you,” I muttered as I grabbed my wallet from the side table. There wasn’t much inside. Just the ten
dollars that Mom gave me to buy the cheese. I pushed the wallet into the coats pocket, then headed outside to
leave.
The first few minutes that I was walking felt good. The cool air surrounding me somehow made me feel
calm, and the sound of the rain between the trees had a soothing effect on me.
But the further I walked, the colder I got. The splashes from the passing cars didn’t help either, and when a
car slowed next to me, I imagined it being a worried citizen, wondering why I was walking here alone.
I didn’t expect it to be Sly.
But there he was, sitting in Dad’s large SUV, with the window rolled down. “Get in.”
“Why?” I asked, wondering why he came after me.
“Because you can’t walk to town in this weather. It’s cold and dangerous. You’ll either get sick or get run
over, and we both don’t want that, now do we? Come on now.”
Both of those scenarios sounded fine to me.
If I got sick, or better yet, run over and hurt, maybe then he would actually care about me.
“Do you mean that?” I opened the door and got in, not caring about the seat getting wet. “You don’t want
me to get run over?”
Sly frowned as he looked onto the road ahead. “Why the fuck would I want you to get run over, Caia? Jesus,
sometimes I feel like you’re seeking attention.”
I am.
I want your attention.
Only yours.
God, why don’t you love me?!
“I’m not. It’s just not usual for you to say nice things like that to me.”
“Fair enough.” At least he acknowledged it. He didn’t have to sugar-coat it.
“Why did you come?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Because I needed to get away from that house.”
Bullshit. “Or away from Wavel.”
 He huffed out a laugh. He didn’t have to say yes. I knew that was the reason why. “Fuck…she can’t shut up
about that guy. It’s fucking annoying, and she’ll get her heart broken.”
I pursed my lips. “Maybe. Or she’ll find the love of her life in him.”
“No, she won’t.”
Because I’m the love of her life, I could hear him say.
He wasn’t.
God, he was delusional.
Just like me.
That’s why we belonged together.
“Well…we’ll see when she goes there. Either way, it’ll be good not having her in the house for once,” I
admitted.
“Do you even hear yourself when you speak? Why would you say shit like that?”
“What? It’s not like all of you wouldn’t say the same about me if I left for a few days,” I shot back, glaring at
him.
“You’re assuming shit that’s not true, Caia. Stop with that. Have you still not asked Dad for help? You
should talk to him about whatever issues you have.”
This time it hurt.
“I don’t have issues.”
“Then why the fuck do you act so fucking strange and say shit like that all the fucking time?”
I stared out the window, with my chest rising and falling as my heart pumped hard inside of it. I felt my lips
tremble, but I didn’t want to cry. “Maybe if I’d be treated like a normal and loved family member, I wouldn’t
have to act this way.”
“We treat you like anyone else in this family. Toughen up if you can’t handle it.”
They didn’t treat me the same and he damn well knew it. I could hear it in his voice. He wasn’t confident
saying those things to me.
My body tensed, and my hands fisted in my lap. I didn’t give a response. I didn’t need help. Not from Dad. I
needed him. Yet, here I was, letting him blame me for the way I was getting treated by them.
Maybe I should find an online friend and leave for a weekend.
Or a week.
Better yet…forever.
But I would miss him.
Only him.
Chapter 13

CAIA

I had lost Sly in the store. I wondered off after grabbing the cheese, and I ended up in the beauty aisle. I wasn’t
much into makeup, but I did care a lot about my skin and hair. Mom always got us these expensive, natural-
ingredient shampoos and creams, and I truly believed that they were the reason for my clear skin and shiny hair.
We were never exposed to any chemical-filled things, and even our food was always the most organic and
expensive type, but I still enjoyed looking at all the other products. Just to see what customers were offered.
I put the anti-aging cream back onto the shelf and turned around to face the perfumes. Mom had bought
Wavel and me perfumes when we turned fifteen, and though we never had a reason to actually wear them, we
did put them on sometimes.
Ever since, Mom kept buying the same perfumes without asking us if we wanted to choose one ourselves.
Wavel had always been happy with hers.
It smelled perfect. Just like she was.
It smelled of the sweetest, creamiest peach pie with a hint of elegance. Not sure what kind of smell elegance
was though.
Mine smelled of caramel. That was it. Just caramel.
I liked it, but I never got complimented on it.
Wavel’s perfume was sitting on the shelf in front of me, and I reached for it to take a sniff. I wasn’t wearing
mine today, and I decided to spray some of it on me.
“That’s a lovely scent, isn’t it?”
I turned to the elderly woman standing next to me. She smiled at me, pointing at the perfume I had just put
back on the shelf.
“Oh, yes. It’s uh…it’s a bit too sweet for me if I’m honest.”
Lying to nice elderly women now, are we?
“I think I’m going to buy that for my granddaughter. That scent is just as sweet as her. She’s fifteen. Do you
think she’ll like it?”
I took a deep breath, taking in the scent that was now lingering on me. I shrugged. “Sure.”
“Would you be so kind and hand it to me?” she asked, pointing at the perfume.
I reached for it and gave it to her with a tight smile. “Hope she likes it.”
“Oh, I know she will. This perfume will be perfect for my sweet Ava.” The woman left, mumbling to herself.
I sighed and decided it was time to find Sly. He hopefully hadn’t left me in this store. My raincoat was
dripping all over the shiny floor, and my boots squeaked with every step that I took.
I finally found Sly and walked up to him, showing him the cheese. “Got it. Let’s go home.”
Sly looked at me and nodded, and when he took a step closer, his full body tensed. He stood still, his head
was lowered. He was smelling me, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
Never had he gotten this close to me, and I was enjoying every second of it. I closed my eyes for a second
before he pulled back and looked into my eyes.
His intense gleam warmed every single inch inside of me. I curled my toes and pressed my thighs together,
needing that ache to stop. I wasn’t about to let him turn me on in a store by simply looking at me. Though…the
idea of doing something naughty did sound fun.
“Is that your perfume?” he asked, keeping his voice low and his eyes on mine.
“Yes,” I lied. He never even noticed my perfume. But he noticed Wavel’s. Although, he didn’t know it was
the same. Shit…I need to steal it from her.
“I like it,” was all he said before stepping away.
Something had shifted in that moment.
He saw me.
He had always seen me. But in that moment, he truly saw me.
And he smelled me. And liked it.
What kind of drug was in that perfume?
I felt a shift of energy. It was strange, but something told me that Sly had finally realized that Wavel wasn’t
his only sister. Or the only girl he could like.
I was the same as Wavel.
 We looked the same.
And from today on out, I would smell like her as well.

***

“It was supposed to teach her a lesson, son,” Dad argued, shaking his head in disappointment. “Next time
you just leave her be.”
I stood at the top of the stairs and listened to their conversation in the living room. I could only see Dad’s
face, but Sly’s tense back told me enough about how he was feeling.
“Walking all the way to town and back in the pouring rain just to get cheese is not teaching her a lesson. If
anything, it teaches her that walking in the rain gets her wet and hiking along a road with no sidewalk could get
her hurt. Or worse, killed.”
I was surprised by his words defending me, but I was more surprised by Dad’s laugh. “Since when do you
care?”
Sly didn’t reply, but I wasn’t mad at him. He had defended me already, and he had acted differently around
me today. But I was mad at Dad.
I had never been this angry at him.
“Next time, don’t do shit like that when I’m trying to teach her a lesson. Go to your room. I have things to
do, and tonight, we’ll have another group of patients over. I want you there with me this time.”
I went to my room, not wanting to listen to their conversation any longer. Even if Sly had my back, he
would stop caring about me as quickly as he started to.
I couldn’t trust anyone in this house. And the worst part of it all was that I couldn’t trust myself either.
I’ve had Mom on my radar for years, wanting to do things to her that would cause outrage, but Dad just
moved up to that first spot.
I needed to calm down.
I locked myself in my bathroom and filled the tub with hot water, and once I got in, I sunk into it, letting
the water surround me until my lungs begged for air.
Chapter 14

CAIA

I skipped dinner tonight.

I hadn’t been hungry, and I was still angry at Dad.
I got out of my room, and I headed downstairs to hopefully find something to eat. There was a fifty-fifty
chance that Mom had put leftovers for me in the fridge, and I was surprised—and pleased—when I found a plate
with food in the fridge.
I took it out and pulled the plastic wrap off, then I placed the plate into the microwave, and heated up my
food for a minute.
The potatoes with the melted cheese smelled delicious, and the steak was perfectly cooked. I sat down at
the table and ate my food in the moonlit dining room.
It was past midnight, and it seemed that Dad’s patients had already left. The house had been silent for a
while, but I knew I wasn’t the only one still awake.
I took my time eating my dinner, and once I was done, I put the plate into the dishwasher. Opening the
fridge back up, I found freshly made lemonade in a pitcher. I poured myself a glass, and as I drank it, I heard
Dad’s voice coming from downstairs. He was still in the library.
I didn’t know who he was talking to. Probably to himself, though. Or he was making a phone call. But there
were no other people down there.
Sly was in his room. I knew that because his door was closed, and he never closed his door unless he was in
there.
Mom and Wavel were asleep too.
I listened to Dad’s mumbled voice as I spaced out, staring at the lemonade.
Thoughts that I shouldn’t have had crossed my mind, but the way Dad treated me earlier made me have
those intrusive thoughts.
Pee in it.
Teach him a lesson.
Just pee in the lemonade and have him drink it.
I stood in front of the fridge and stared at the pitcher for ten full minutes, fighting my thoughts.
As strong as I was, sometimes I couldn’t win against myself.
Fuck it.
He deserves it.
I filled a glass halfway with lemonade, then went to the bathroom. I set it down on the counter to pull down
my pants, and after positioning myself backwards over the toilet, I held the glass between my legs and peed into
the lemonade.
I grinned.
My pee matches the lemonade’s color.
God was I spiteful.
Vicious.
I was sick.
Once I was done, I headed down to the library where I found Dad sitting on the couch by himself. He was
still mumbling, but when he noticed me, his voice trailed off.
“Caia. You should be asleep.”
I pursed my lips. “I’m not tired. I was hungry and ate the food Mom left for me, and then I heard you and
thought I’d bring you a glass of lemonade.”
He watched me as he put the book aside. He sat up and sighed with a shake of his head. “I was hoping to get
something else from you, Caia. An apology.”
I didn’t owe him shit.
If anything, it was him who needed to apologize for sending me to buy cheese in the pouring rain.
And for everything he said to me.
For every word that hurt me deeply, yet he brushed them off as if they were nothing.
He didn’t deserve an apology. He deserved to drink this lemonade and choke on it.
And die.
 GOD! I WANT HIM DEAD!
My fingers gripped the glass tighter, and if I were strong enough, I could’ve broken it in my hand. Maybe if
I got hurt by getting shards of glass in my hand, someone in this family would bother to care about me.
I hadn’t hurt myself in a while, but I knew nobody would care anyway. I wasn’t worth giving attention to.
Never had been.
“This is my apology,” I told him, smiling sweetly. “I left it on the counter for a little while because I know
how much you hate cold beverages because your teeth are so sensitive. It’s the perfect temperature.”
I took a step toward him and held the glass to him, waiting for him to take it.
He studied me carefully before reaching for the glass. “I don’t know where your mother and I went wrong
in raising you, but I’m certain that most of the issues you have come from within. You’re different than your
siblings, and maybe you should look inside your mind and understand yourself before you become difficult for
us to handle.”
Everything he said should’ve hurt me. His words should’ve been enough to collapse and cry, but all he was
doing was proof to me that I was right all along.
I was a no one in this family.
Unloved and unwanted.
Wavel had always been their priority, and Sly was their first-born. And I was just…there.
My jaw clenched as the anger inside of me grew, and though I had so many things to say to his face, I kept
it all inside and watched as he took a sip from the lemonade.
Watching him drink the whole glass satisfied me enough to just accept his cruel words.
He set the glass down with a scowl and a crunch of his nose. “Tasted better when it was freshly squeezed,”
he muttered.
I wanted to tell him what he had just drank.
I wanted him to throw up from disgust.
I wanted him to tell me again how fucked up I was.
And I would believe it. Because I was fucked up.
And sick.
“I’m sorry I am your daughter and that I’m such a burden to this family,” I whispered.
And suddenly, I felt nothing.
No anger.
No hate.
Nothing.
You might as well be dead.
No.
There is one person who could save me, and I would do anything in my power to get him to be mine.
Mine.
ALL.
MINE!
Chapter 15

CAIA

I spent the last couple of days in my room, and whenever the others were asleep, I snuck out to eat and drink. I
didn’t want to face any of them.
Not even Sly.
I needed to stay away from him to clear my mind, but the longer I didn’t see his face, the more painful the
distance got.
It was dark when I decided to leave my room, and I headed straight to Wavel’s. I hoped she would be
asleep. I needed to borrow something from her room.
I silently walked over to her bedroom door and opened it, and after making sure she was asleep, I went
inside and tip-toed over to her closet.
Looking through her clothes, I found the white satin dress she so often wore. The one that made her look
even more beautiful than she already was. It was her princess dress, and I wanted to look just like her.
I wanted to be like her.
Sweet.
Gentle.
Kind.
Lovable.
I looked over my shoulder to check if she was still asleep. Of course she was. Nothing would wake her from
her beauty sleep.
I took the dress off the hanger and went into her bathroom to find the perfume. Ever since Sly had looked
at me with those intense eyes at the store a few days ago, I couldn’t help but wonder how he would react if I not
only smelled like Wavel, but also wore the same clothes. If me wearing that perfume had such a strong effect on
him, how would he react if I wore Wavel’s dress?
I was going to find out.
I grabbed the perfume and left the bathroom again, holding the two stolen items close to my chest as I
walked past her bed.
“What’s it like to sleep so deeply?” I whispered as I looked at her, questioning my sleeping habits.
Maybe if you weren’t so sick in the head, sleep would come more easily.
I shook my head at my thoughts. I couldn’t sleep even if I were in a coma.
I left her room and went back into mine to change into the dress I stole from Wavel’s closet, and once I had
it on, I sprayed on some of her perfume until I smelled just like her. I looked at myself in the mirror and ran my
fingers over the soft fabric of the dress. I looked just like her, but everyone could still tell us apart because like
my mother always said: beauty started from within, and just by looking into my eyes, people would see the
difference between Wavel and me.
Fuck her.
Fuck everyone in this family besides Sly.
He was the only one who mattered, and I was going to make him mine. I would do whatever it took and
more.
Sly’s bedroom door was closed but I could hear the television. He was either watching TV or he was asleep.
Either way, I was going in there.
I knocked softly, then knocked again when there was no response, and after a moment of silence, I entered
the room. Sly was asleep, and I made sure to be as quiet as possible as I closed the door behind me.
He was lying on his back, with his left arm behind his head, and his right hand resting on his stomach. The
covers were only reaching his hips, leaving only a minimal glimpse of his white boxers.
I watched his chest as it rose with every breath he took, and every time he breathed out, I saw the muscles
flex under his skin. The TV was bright, and I decided to leave it on to see him better. The moon wasn’t bright
enough tonight to help light up the room. It was raining but not heavily, and sometimes in the distance,
lightning struck.
It was perfect outside.
It was a perfect night to seduce him in his sleep.
I walked over to the side of his bed and stood there, never taking my eyes off him. He was so goddamn
beautiful.
Reaching out my hand, I ran my fingertips along his chest and stomach, and when I reached his hand, I
placed mine on his, gently sliding my fingers through his.
His hand flexed under mine, and I held still until I was sure that he wouldn’t wake up. I licked my lips
when my eyes moved to his crotch, and I remembered the feeling of my hand cupping his cock. It had felt
amazing, and I wished I could’ve put my mouth on it too instead of just my hand.
I wanted to do things to him that would make him feel good, and I wanted him to do the same to me. And
while I wanted him to be awake for this, I knew he would push me away the second he realized what was
happening.
I needed to ease him into this.
Biting my lower lip, I moved my hand from his, then climbed onto the bed next to him. I knelt by his side
and watched him. Simply watched him.
His face was flawless.
I traced my fingers along his jaw and down the side of his neck, feeling my lips tingle with the urge to kiss
him there. I needed him so badly.
Leaning over him, I moved as close to him as possible without touching him. My face hovered over his as I
held my breath and thought about my next move. He was making me nervous. He wasn’t even touching me, but
my heart was beating fast.
I took in every inch of his face, letting my eyes wander from his closed eyes to his straight nose, and finally
down to his full lips. I placed both hands on either side of his head and swung my right leg over his body. I
didn’t lower myself onto him and kept holding myself up on all four at first, but it didn’t take long before I had
to put my body on his.
I lowered myself onto him, gently pressing my body against his. I held my breath again as he moved his
arm and rested it next to his body.
He didn’t wake up, and if I kept being this gentle and careful, he would stay asleep.
But he furrowed his brows the second I had that thought, and with fear in my eyes, I stared right back into
his.
Chapter 16

CAIA

We were face to face, and our hearts beat loudly. I held my breath, unable to move. Sly’s eyes stared into mine
before they dropped to my lips, and though his body tensed at first, he relaxed soon after, and his face softened
to my surprise.
“Wavel.”
Oh.
It worked.
Shit…it fucking worked!
He thought I was Wavel.
I took a deep breath and smiled gently. “Yes,” I whispered before biting my lower lip.
“What are you doing?” he asked quietly as his tired eyes watched me closely.
I didn’t want to talk too much. My voice didn’t sound much different from Wavel’s, but I wasn’t as
articulate as she was. I could say things that would make him realize it was me.
I kept my voice low, and my words limited. “You’re angry with me.”
His brows furrowed. “Angry? What are you talking about, baby?”
Baby.
He never called me baby.
My jealousy was back, even though it was me lying on top of him and not Wavel.
“About Jack. I know you don’t like that I’m talking to him.”
I was blossoming in my new role. If this was what it took to get close to him, I would change my whole
fucking personality for him. I would become Wavel so that Sly would like me.
His eyes moved between mine, and for a moment I thought he would call my bluff. But his expression
softened again, and he lifted his hand to cup my face in the gentlest way. In a way he would only touch Wavel. “I
can’t say I like that you’re talking to him. I’m your brother. There won’t ever be a guy I will be accepting of.”
I wanted to ask if he felt the same about me, but Wavel would never bring up my name in a conversation
like this. Even if she would never admit to it, Wavel loved Sly’s attention, and she didn’t want to share it with
anyone. I mean, who would? I was on a mission here, and once I had his undevoted attention, I wouldn’t want
to share it.
I studied him, but what I was more focused on was his touch. His thumb caressed my cheek gently, making
my heart race even faster.
“That’s why I’m here. I want you, Sly. I know it’s not right, but I’ve only ever wanted you. And that’s why we
must keep this a secret, okay?”
He nodded as a smile touched his lips. “Okay. Fuck…I’m not dreaming, am I?” he asked with a chuckle.
I pursed my lips to stop from laughing. “No, you’re not dreaming.”
I ran my fingers down the side of his neck and licked my lips as I leaned in closer to him. I didn’t want to
keep talking. I wanted to get closer.
Sly seemed to want the same. He cupped my face with both hands and pushed them into my hair, tangling
my strands around his fingers.
His cock was getting hard underneath me, and I pressed my hips against his to feel his hardness. I was
nervous for what was about to happen, and as his lips came closer, I closed my eyes and let him take over.
Please don’t stop.
Please don’t push me away.
My toes curled next to his body as I felt his breath against my lips, seconds before his lips touched mine.
His kiss was soft but determined, as if he had planned to do this for months. Well, he probably had thought
of kissing Wavel many times before.
And there it was again.
That stupid jealousy.
I furrowed my brows but quickly relaxed when he deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into my mouth. A
moan escaped me, and he moved one hand to my ass, pressing me down onto his body. His fingers dug into my
skin, and another moan left me when our gentle kiss turned into a heavy makeout.
The fact that this was working almost led me to believe that I was the one dreaming. But this was very
much real.
I was making out with Sly.
My brother.
The one I’ve always wanted to be loved by.

SLY

She was everything I ever wanted. I was desperate to have her. Needy. Obsessed. God, I had been obsessed
with her ever since we were little.
As a little boy, I couldn’t stay away from Wavel. I was always where she was, and whenever I couldn’t be, I
would throw a damn fit.
Then she got sick, and I was the one who suffered the most. Besides Wavel, of course. But I hated seeing
her like that. I was angry and worried sick, but I kept it all inside to not upset her. My presence always made her
smile, and whenever I stepped through the hospital room’s door, she would ask me to stay and never leave her
side.
Ever since, I made sure to be by her side and give her everything she needed, but when she started speaking
about that Jack guy, I took a few steps back. I didn’t want to ruin it for her, though I was jealous. So. Fucking.
Jealous.
She must’ve noticed how I felt. Why would she be here otherwise?
I gripped her ass tighter with one hand while cupping the back of her head with the other. I pulled at her
hair and tilted my head to the side to push my tongue deeper into her mouth.
She tasted so damn good. My addiction grew, and I knew after tonight, nothing would be the same between
us.
I didn’t care why she changed her mind about Jack, but I was damn glad that she snuck into my room
tonight. My dick was harder than it had ever been, and I wanted to be inside her so badly. I knew being her
brother and having those feelings was wrong, but fuck…I wanted nothing more than to fuck her.
To love her.
And to show her that she didn’t need anyone else other than me in this lifetime.
Chapter 17

CAIA
I didn’t want this to stop. His hands were on my body, holding me close to him, and his mouth kissed me in a
way I would never forget.
I couldn’t believe he fell for it. I felt bad, and I hated that he believed that I was Wavel, but I wouldn’t ruin
this for me now. Not when I had him kiss and touch me like this.
Tonight was the first time Sly couldn’t tell which twin he was talking to, and when he broke the kiss, I
thought he had finally realized that I was, in fact, not Wavel.
We looked into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. The smile on his lips told me that he still didn’t know
it was me, and I was able to relax again. I smiled back, gently brushing my thumb along his jaw.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispered. His words sent shivers down my spine. At this
point, anything he said would make me love him more.
But he doesn’t love you back.
He loves Wavel.
He’ll hate you even more if he finds out.
I was ready to take that risk, but nothing would compare to this feeling.
“Then why are you stopping?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
He chuckled and moved underneath me, sitting up and making me straddle his lap. He leaned back against
the bed’s headboard and cupped my face in his hands again. “Because as much as I want to keep going, I want to
take it slow. I want this to be special.” He brushed his thumbs along my cheeks, taking in every inch of my face.
“We can’t risk anyone finding out about us.”
I nodded. Although, the idea of our parents finding out about us sounded fun. They’d get angry, and I’d give
anything to upset them.
Especially Mom.
“Okay,” I whispered.
His eyes lingered on my lips before he kissed me one last time, then he made me get off his lap to stand up
with me. He stood in front of me and held my hands, then he leaned in and rested his forehead against mine.
“Let’s do this again. Tomorrow. But not here. Meet me in the library at midnight.”
I nodded, biting my lower lip. “I’ll be there.”
His eyes were back on my lips. “Fuck, I love when you do that,” he muttered. He wrapped his hand around
my neck and kissed me one last time before he nodded toward the door. “Go. Before I change my mind and
regret not rushing things.”
“I wouldn’t mind,” I told him.
He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Go, baby. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I left his room with an ache in my chest. I missed him already. Missed his touch. His lips. God…his mouth
was perfect.
He was perfect.
And he would soon be mine.

***

“What is my dress doing in your room, Caia?”

I turned to the side to look at Wavel as she picked up her dress off the floor. I had taken it off before getting
into bed with the intention of getting it back to her before she noticed. Guess she had noticed. She practically
lived in that dress.
“That’s strange,” I said with a faked, surprised tone. “I didn’t even notice it down there.”
Wavel frowned as she stood back up, and she eyed the dress carefully, making sure it wasn’t ripped or dirty.
“Did you wear it?”
“Why would I do that?”
“Caia…” She sighed and pulled the dress close to her, hugging it as if it were sacred. “I won’t be upset if you
wore it. I just wished you would’ve taken better care of it. It’s all wrinkly.”
“But I didn’t wear it,” I argued, lying straight to her face. I was feeling vindictive. I had finally gotten closer
to Sly, and things would get even more intense from today on. I knew this war between us was one-sided, but I
couldn’t stop being angry and jealous.
 I wanted to have Sly to myself, and while I managed to get him alone last night, I knew it wasn’t going to be
easy to have him to myself forever. Our parents and Wavel were still here, and the only way to get rid of them
was to leave this place.
My plan was to convince Sly to run away with me. I had come up with that plan just last night before falling
asleep with a big, fat grin across my face. I made out with Sly and felt his hands all over my body, and soon
enough, I’d feel him inside of me.
Wavel tilted her head to the side and looked at me with worried eyes. “You lie when you’re not feeling okay.
Do you need help? Do you want to talk?”
I frowned. “I’m fine. And I’m not lying. I didn’t wear your dress.”
She studied me as she lifted the dress to her nose. “Well…it doesn’t smell like you. I guess I was wrong. I’m
sorry I assumed that you did.”
“It’s fine. Do you need something from me?”
She shook her head and pointed her thumb over her shoulder. “Breakfast is ready. I thought I’d come wake
you before you miss it again. You can’t skip breakfast every day, Caia.”
“I don’t skip it. I eat when you guys aren’t around.”
“And that’s not very nice. I know you’re mad at Dad for making you walk to town to get the cheese, but you
can’t hold a grudge for so long.”
I raised a brow at her. “Do you think it was correct to send me to town in that weather?”
“I think it was right that he as a father wanted to punish you for what you did.”
Punish me.
Right.
Because I fucking killed a guy, apparently.
“I used the last bit of cheese for my nachos. I didn’t commit a murder.”
“I know. But you still should’ve asked Mom for permission.”
I wouldn’t argue with her anymore. Not about something so silly.
“Whatever.” I moved the covers off my body and got out of bed to put on a sweater. It was big enough to
reach my mid-thighs, but I still put on a pair of leggings to keep warm. I put on socks at last, then I followed
Wavel downstairs to have breakfast with my lovely family.
The only thing that kept me sane was Sly’s presence.
I smiled at him, but he didn’t even look at me.
His eyes were on Wavel.
Always on Wavel.
But it was my mouth he had kissed last night, and my body he had touched.
And it would be me by his side for the rest of his life.
Not Wavel.
Chapter 18

SLY

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but she wouldn’t even look at me. She kept her eyes on her breakfast, with a
gentle smile tugging at her lips.
She was thinking about me and what we did last night. I had told her that we had to keep it between us, and
that no one was allowed to find out. And while I hated that she didn’t even look at me, I was proud of her for
pulling through and keeping it to herself.
“It’s very polite of you to join us at the table again, Caia. Did you finally come to terms with the way your
father is educating you?”
I had to be honest. I didn’t fully agree with the way Mom and Dad treated Caia at times, but she never tried
to make an effort to be a good daughter either.
I looked at Caia but moved my gaze back to Wavel in an instant, not wanting to miss one second of her
beauty.
“I’ve come to terms with the fact that in this house, nobody cares enough about me to come check on me
when I don’t show my face for days. I could’ve been hanging in my closet, you know?”
“Caia!” Mom’s gasp was loud and echoed through the whole house. “How dare you say something so…
gruesome?”
I had to give it to Caia. She had no filter on that mouth, and she turned every serious conversation into one
that nobody wanted to be in. She said things that sent shivers down people’s spines, and she knew damn well
how her words made people think. Only problem was…we were those people, and with time, her words stopped
fazing us.
“Am I wrong?” Caia asked.
“Yes!” Mom argued, but even I could tell that she was lying. Shit, our parents were assholes.
Dad cleared his throat and changed the subject as if Caia’s words were never spoken. “Wavel, sweetheart,
have you decided what time you want to take the plane to Vancouver?”
I was all ears.
I shifted my gaze to Wavel, watching as that soft smile broke into a grin.
What the hell?
“There is a flight departing at six on Friday. If the price is okay, I will take that one.”
She’s going?
Is she fucking with me?
My body tensed. “You’re going?”
Wavel smiled at me and nodded. “Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I go? I’m so excited to finally meet him. I’m
nervous for sure, but it’ll be a great experience for me.”
Nothing.
There was nothing in her eyes, yet there was so much heat in them last night.
What the fuck is she trying to do?!
“You’re kidding me, right?”
Wavel frowned, tilting her head to the side. “I don’t understand…I thought you were happy for me, Sly.”
“Happy? After what we’ve done last—” I stopped myself before I could finish the sentence. I tightened my
grip on the knife I was holding.
“Easy there, son. We said she could go, and we’ll support her in her decision to meet Jack. Besides, it’s time
for her to explore the world. She’s always wanted to, and now she’s getting a glimpse of what it’s like,” Dad said,
sounding prouder than ever of his favorite child.
It was no secret that Wavel was our parents’ favorite. She always had been, and I’ve often wondered if it
were the same if she hadn’t been sick. I’d never know.
I looked at her again, feeling betrayed and played with. She was watching me closely, trying to understand
why I reacted that way. Was she drunk last night? Shit, no. I didn’t smell any alcohol on her. Then how the fuck
was she acting like nothing happened?
Heat and anger rose inside of me when the realization hit me. My eyes shot to Caia, and I stared her down
until my gaze burnt through her.
It was her.
 She snuck into my room.
She got on top of me.
She rubbed her fucking body all over mine and kissed me.
I kissed her.
FUCK!
I slammed my fists onto the table and got up, pushing my chair back, slamming it against the wall behind
me. “GODDAMMIT!”
“What’s gotten into you?” Mom asked, trying to calm me.
I had to get away from them.
From Caia.
“Leave me alone,” I warned them before I walked out of the dining room and up the stairs. I locked myself
into my room and slammed a fist into the wall, letting out a loud shout before sinking onto my bed and
rethinking everything I allowed to happen last night.
Chapter 19

CAIA

Oops.
My plan didn’t work out.
Then again…I never truly believed it would.
It was naïve of me to think that it wouldn’t come to light. Then again, I never believed that Sly would be so
stupid to not recognize me. But he hadn’t, and now he was mad.
“What’s gotten into him?” Mom asked, worried.
“I believe he’s jealous,” I stated bluntly, earning glares from everyone. I widened my gaze and held up my
hands. “Gosh, don’t have to be so judgemental.”
“I think he’s just upset that Wavel is growing up and exploring the world and new possibilities. It’s normal
for a big brother,” Dad explained. “Why don’t you go talk to him, Wavel?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I told them. “If he’s upset because of Wavel, I don’t think she’s who he
wants to see right now.”
They were silent, then Mom spoke, and her words were arguably the most surprising ones she had ever
outed in my presence. “Caia might be right. We should let him be for a while until he calms down. I say we
finish breakfast and then spend some time together in the family room. We’ll check on Sly later.”
I didn’t care about what they would do, but I had to go talk to him. Make sure he wasn’t mad at me.
Although, the way he reacted was proof enough of how he felt.
I got up from the table, leaning against it with the palms of my hands. “Please excuse me. I don’t feel so
good.”
Nobody stopped me, and nobody cared to ask what was wrong. Even if I was fine, I’d expect at least for
Wavel to ask if I was okay. But she didn’t ask. The second I left the kitchen, she continued to talk about Jack. He
was her priority now, and I didn’t matter anymore. Not that I ever did.
I walked upstairs and headed to Sly’s door. I leaned in to possibly hear him, but there was silence. I lifted
my hand and knocked softly, calling out his name. “Sly, can I come in?”
Nothing.
He didn’t respond.
He was ignoring me, and I deserved it.
Still, I just wanted to help and make sure he was okay.
“I’ll be in my room if you need to talk,” I said, pausing before adding, “This is Caia, by the way.”
It was best for me to leave him alone for a while, and so I left without saying another word. I went into my
room and watched TV, missing lunch once again. I planned on not showing up for dinner either that evening,
but I was hungry, and whatever Mom was cooking downstairs smelled delicious.
Of course, I would never admit that to her face. Then again, the last time anyone complimented her cooking
she answered with a nonchalant, “I know.”
I sat silently at the table, listening to Wavel go on and on about how amazing Jack was. She told us that she
had been talking to him on the phone all afternoon, and Dad kept questioning her about him.
I spaced out at some point. Wavel tapped my shoulder to get my attention, and I lifted my gaze from my
empty plate to look at her. “Yes?”
“I asked if you would like to come to the library with me to read. It’s been a while since we last did that.
What do you think?” Her smile should’ve been enough to convince me, but I just didn’t feel like reading tonight.
I wanted to be with Sly and hopefully get him to forgive me. I had to come up with a good apology first.
“Not tonight. I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh, that’s fine. Another time then. Maybe when I’m back from Vancouver.”
I gave a tight smile and nodded. “Sure.”
“Promise?” she asked, holding up her pinkie.
I looked at her hand and pursed my lips.
Sure. Why not.
“Promise.” I hooked my pinkie around hers, then let go before getting up from the table. “I’ll be in my
room.”
I left the dining room and headed upstairs, and I found Sly’s bedroom door wide open. I frowned, peeking
inside to see if he was in there. “Sly?”
He didn’t reply, and so I took a step inside his room to make sure he was okay. “Sly, are you in here?”
His bathroom door was closed, and I figured he might be in there. I stepped closer, placing my hand on the
door, and leaning closer to press my ear against it. “Sly…can we talk?”
Still nothing.
I sighed and tried to open the door, but it was locked.
“Leave.”
“But—”
“Leave, Caia!”
“I just want to talk!” I argued, raising my voice like he did.
The lock turned and the door swung open, and I was faced with the angriest expression I had ever seen on
Sly’s face. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, he wrapped his hand around my throat and
dragged me into the bathroom, pushing me against the floor-to-ceiling window next to the tub. His body pressed
against mine as his fingers dug deeper into my neck, and his eyes darkened, staring right into mine.
“You don’t get to talk to me. Not for a long time, understood? You fucked with me and now I will fuck with
you, and the way I do it will be a million times worse.”
His attempt to make me feel small and scared worked but only for a little while. Because while he was
threatening me, his hand around my neck was all I could think about. It was all I felt in that moment.
He was taking my breath away.
But I didn’t need air to live.
I only needed him.
Chapter 20

SLY

She was enjoying this.

I was choking her, and she was fucking enjoying it!
Her eyes were filled with desire, and her body kept pressing against mine. But that was not the reaction I
wanted from her. I wanted to scare her. To show he that I was not one to be messed with.
But Caia took this as an opportunity to get close to me once again. I should’ve stopped and pushed her
away. Told her that she was fucking sick in the head.
But she would call me a hypocrite.
Because while she enjoyed this moment, I had enjoyed our making out last night thinking she was Wavel.
I was just as sick in the head.
My knuckles turned white as I tightened my grip, and when the lust in her eyes slowly faded, I finally let go
to let her breathe.
“You need to get your head checked,” I spat. I turned away and ran my hand through my hair, pacing the
floor in front of her.
“I know.”
I laughed. “Yeah, you do, don’t you? Shit, Caia…you know everything. Yet you’re the most clueless person
on earth.”
“I’m only as clueless as you are,” she whispered, sounding out of breath.
I stopped and looked at her with a raised brow. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“You tell me all the time how sick I am, but you’re just the same. You liked kissing me. I know you did.”
My hand was around her throat again. “I did not fucking like it!” I hissed, staring deep into her lustful eyes.
Damn her.
And damn her for looking exactly like Wavel.
“You did.”
“Caia.”
“You did. You did. You did!”
I pressed my fingers harder against the sides of her neck, but it didn’t do what I hoped it would. It only
made her more excited.
I decided to loosen my grip before she passed out, but I stood my ground and lowered my head to stand face
to face. “If I liked it, it was because you fucking tricked me. You tricked me into thinking you were Wavel. The
one I truly want.”
She shook her head, and she dared to smile.
Motherfucker.
“You liked it, and you want to kiss me again.”
Her words lingered in the air, and they stung my skin like million little nails.
She was right.
She was speaking the truth, and I wasn’t man enough to admit it.
I shook my head and dropped my head, turning it to the side to avoid her gaze. “You’re a manipulative little
shit.”
“Maybe. But so are you. And Wavel. And Mom and Dad. It’s in our blood.”
And again, she was right.
If Wavel hadn’t been so set on meeting that Jack guy, I would’ve tried to get close to her too. And I
would’ve taken the same road as Caia.
We were good manipulators. We learned from the best.
I looked at her again, cupping her jaw with my left hand, and resting my right on the glass next to her head.
I let my eyes wander all over her face, taking in every inch of her beauty.
I couldn’t deny it. She was as beautiful as Wavel, but I had never seen Caia the way I saw Wavel.
It was Wavel’s sweetness. Her calm nature. She made me feel things I had never felt before. Things Caia
could never make me feel.
But I could use her.
I didn’t have to look beyond her looks.
 I could have her in my bed, fuck her, and call her Wavel.
I wanted to shake off those ideas, but they stuck with me. I made them my priorities. I was about to use her
as my personal toy, and I did not give a flying fuck about how it would make her feel.
“Is this what you want?” I asked quietly, hovering my mouth over hers. My lips graced hers, and her breath
hitched as I pressed my body against hers. “Why so shy? This is what you want, no?”
She nodded, licking her lips. “Yes.”
I tensed and stopped myself from tightening my grip on her jaw. If I wanted this to work, I needed to take it
easy.
Though, Caia didn’t want easy. I knew she didn’t want easy.
“You’ll play by my rules,” I told her with a tight jaw. “You hear me?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t know if I liked how obedient she was or not. She was too into this for my liking. Then again, I
would get just what I wanted by doing this.
If we did this, I would finally get what I wanted. At least a part of it. Having Caia in my bed and my dick
inside of her would be enough to satisfy that sick desire deep inside of me, and I would leave the rest to my
imagination.
I wouldn’t see Caia while I fucked her.
I would see Wavel.
Only Wavel.
Always Wavel.
Chapter 21

CAIA

His face was so close to mine, and I felt his breath against my lips, making me as eager as ever to want him.
I knew he wasn’t changing his mind because of me. He had understood that what happened last night was
all because he believed I was Wavel. And now that he got a taste of her, he wanted more.
But he couldn’t have her, and I was the next best thing. That alone should’ve made me jealous, but I was
the one standing here with his hands on me and his body pressed against mine. Not Wavel.
So, fuck it. I was going to play along.
Let him believe that I was Wavel.
He’d soon enough feel the same way I felt for him.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I asked in a whisper, keeping my eyes on his.
His grip tightened around my jaw, and his body tensed just seconds before his mouth covered mine.
I moaned in surprise although I had seen it coming. I’ve missed his lips since last night. The lips I’ve been
wanting to kiss for so long, and now that I had it, I was amazed that I had managed to get him this close.
I wouldn’t call myself a mastermind, but it did take time and a lot of planning and scheming to get what I
had now.
My lips melted into his, and he took over quickly, showing me exactly how he wanted to be kissed. He tilted
my head back, pressing the back of my head against the window, and he turned his head to the side, deepening
the kiss with passion.
I lifted my hands, needing to touch him, but he grabbed my wrists and pressed them against my stomach.
Fine.
No touching.
Not yet.
His tongue slid across my lips and into my mouth. I held my breath as his kiss turned wilder, and when I
adjusted to his roughness, I decided to play along.
I curled my tongue around his, tasting him, and then I tasted blood. A sharp pain sliced through my body,
making me cry out.
Sly had bitten my tongue, and I stared up at him wide-eyed as I held my hand in front of my mouth.
He watched me as he slowly lowered my head, and he looked pleased with the blood dripping from my lips.
“My rules,” he reminded me, and I slowly nodded, letting him know that I was still in this.
I wasn’t backing down.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
And I wanted the pain.
His eyes lingered on my mouth as he licked his lips. “Open your mouth.”
I did without hesitating while the blood pooled between my bottom lip and teeth.
Sly lowered his head and placed his hand around my neck again before he leaned in closer to dip his tongue
into my mouth. He took a sip, flicking his tip to drink up all the blood in my mouth.
I kept my eyes open to watch him. God, he looked even hotter with my blood staining his lips. His eyes had
gotten so dark that they finally matched his soul. And mine.
We were made for each other, and he was starting to understand that.
“Tastes too damn good,” he muttered, wiping his thumb across my lips. “You’re a dirty little slut, hm? You’d
let me do anything to you.”
“Yes. Anything. I’m right here,” I told him, smiling gently. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
“Mhmm, but that doesn’t mean it’s okay to do whatever I want with you. My thoughts are sick and twisted.
But…I guess I’m not the only one with thoughts like that.”
He wasn’t and he knew it.
“We’re both sick and twisted,” I assured him, my smile turning into a grin. “And Wavel could never meet
your needs.”
His hand was back on my throat, gripping tightly until he took my breath away. “You are Wavel. I told you
how this goes. You’re Wavel. I’m going to fuck Wavel. I’m going to love Wavel. Tell me your name,” he
demanded, looking as crazed as he sounded.
 I straightened my neck to try and breathe. I was unable to speak, but I still tried. “Wa—”
“Tell me your name!”
“Wavel!” I croaked out. “My name is Wavel.”
His grip and eyes immediately softened, and he let his hand slide along my neck. “That’s right. Your name
is Wavel. You’re my sweet Wavel.”
He leaned in to kiss me one last time, then he took a step back to look me up and down. “I want you by the
indoor pool tonight. One a.m. Be there.”
Without giving me a chance to reply, he stepped aside and opened the bathroom door. He sent me out with
a nod, and when I was out the door, he closed it behind me.
I stood in his bedroom for a moment, letting everything that just happened sink in before I left.

***

I stared at the clock for the rest of the evening until it was time to head downstairs to our indoor pool. Sly
hadn’t asked me to put on my bathing suit, so I didn’t.
I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs, straight past Dad’s office and the library. It was one a.m.,
and no one else was up, and my eagerness to be alone with Sly grew with each step I took toward our indoor
pool.
We used to spend most our time in there when we were little, but swimming had never been something I
liked doing. I was down here mainly to watch Sly in nothing but his swim shorts. That was my reason to be
there.
I pushed open the large door and went inside, immediately being hit by the steamy air lingering in the air.
I remembered breathing in this air extra hard to make my throat hurt, with the sole goal of getting a sore
throat, to then whine about it, and get Sly’s attention.
“See, I’m sick now too. Will you take care of me like you take care of Wavel now?” I used to ask him, but
Sly never said yes. He didn’t even offer to bring me a cup of tea with honey, or cough syrup. He simply did not
care about my health. But now…I was all he wanted.
I looked around the oval-shaped room, finding Sly sitting on the other side of the large pool. He was
looking at me with narrowed eyes as he leaned against the white tiles behind him.
He was wearing boxers and a shirt, but his feet were bare.
I stood by the other end of the pool and looked at him, waiting for him to give me instructions.
“Take off that dress,” he demanded, his raspy voice echoing against the walls.
I started to undress but stopped when I remembered that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. It shouldn’t
have been an issue because letting him see me naked was all I’ve been desiring. Still, I got a little shy.
“Undress,” he challenged with raised brows. “Don’t tell me you’re pulling back now.”
“I’m not. I’m just—”
“Then undress.”
I hesitated, then I finally pushed myself to take off the dress until I was standing there naked.
He watched me, letting his eyes wander all over my body. He took in every inch, and when he looked
pleased with what he saw, he got up from the bench to walk over to me.
I held my breath until he was standing next to me, and he sent shivers down my spine when he brushed
back my hair to expose my collarbone and shoulder.
“You look beautiful, Wavel,” he told me in a whisper. There was an agonizing undertone in his words, and I
knew he used it on purpose. He must’ve been aware of the way he made me feel when he called me Wavel, but I
would get over it.
It hurt, but I was still the one being so close to him. Not Wavel.
And it would never be Wavel.
Chapter 22

CAIA

“You look beautiful, Wavel.”

His words taunted me as he traced my collarbone with his fingertips. He was standing so close that I could
feel his breath against my cheek, and instead of turning my head to look at him, I kept staring straight ahead
onto the untouched water.
“Aren’t you going to thank me? Didn’t Mom and Dad raise you to be kind and respectful?”
I dropped my gaze and nodded. They did teach us that, but unlike Wavel, I wasn’t as polite. I had no reason
to be.
“Thank you,” I whispered, finally daring to look at him.
His hand cupped my throat, and he tilted my head as he leaned in to kiss my lips. I hadn’t washed out my
mouth after he had bitten down onto my tongue, and the taste of my blood still lingered on it.
I closed my eyes and took in this moment, unsure of when he would kiss me again. It seemed that he liked
kissing me, but with Sly I never knew when he was done liking something.
If he realized how much I liked kissing him, he might stop doing it all just to punish me.
His tongue slipped into my mouth and curled around mine, leading our kiss into a slow and passionate
makeout. His fingers dug into my skin, but not hard enough to choke me.
I was able to breathe in between our kisses, but something told me that I soon wouldn’t have that privilege.
He broke the kiss, letting out a sigh as he leaned his forehead against my temple. “I hope you still love me
after this.”
Whatever he wanted to do with me, I would love him more no matter what. I finally got what I’ve always
wanted. I wasn’t sure he understood how obsessed I was with him, and anything he did to me would fulfil every
little desire and dream I ever had about him.
“You couldn’t make me hate you even if you tried,” I told him.
He chuckled with a shake of his head. “Yes, I could. But let’s not argue about that. On your knees.”
His demand came suddenly, and he stepped aside to give me the space I needed. I got down on my knees,
still facing the pool.
When I rested my hands on my thighs, I looked up at him, waiting for further instructions.
He took my chin between his finger and thumb, tilting my head back a little more. There was something in
his eyes that I couldn’t quite make out, but I knew he liked what he was seeing.
I smiled, then bit my bottom lip. I was suddenly feeling confident. “Will you do dirty things to me now?”
Sly laughed and kept taking me in with his dark blue eyes. “Not just dirty things, baby. I will do things to
you that will make you question why you let me get this close.”
No matter how often he said that, I would never question or regret anything we’d do. I was sick in the head,
and I was letting him play with me, use me for his personal pleasure, and make me act like my twin.
I would let him hurt me.
Hell, he could kill me if that’s what he desired.
Anything to make him happy.
“You can do whatever you want to me, Sly. I’m all yours. I’m your Wavel.”
He placed his thumb on my bottom lip, then pushed it into my mouth to press it down on my tongue.
“Suck,” he demanded.
I wrapped my lips around his thumb and pulled it deeper into my mouth, sucking on it slowly while
keeping my eyes on him.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he whispered, watching my mouth closely. “Use your tongue, baby. Twirl it around
my thumb as if it were my dick.”
I curled my tongue around his thumb and sucked harder. I had no fucking idea how to suck a dick, but this
was a great way to practice. I would learn many things from him.
He pulled out his thumb and pushed his fore and middle finger inside my mouth instead. He pressed down
on my tongue, telling me to keep it there before he pushed them deeper into my mouth.
I had an untrained gag reflex, and my tongue automatically moved, blocking his fingers from sliding deeper
down my throat.
He muttered a curse and gave me a serious look. “Open your mouth. Keep it open and stick out your
tongue.”
I did everything he said while still looking up at him.
His fingers slid onto my tongue again until his fingertips touched the back of my throat. I gagged and
coughed but caught myself before I gained another hard glare from Sly.
I wanted to show him that I could do this and wasn’t backing down when I couldn’t do it the first time. I
would try again and again, until I was able to please him without struggling myself.
I felt his two fingers spread at the back of my throat, and I started to panic when my stomach started to
twist.
“Focus. Relax your body.”
It was easier said than done. I closed my eyes and arched my back as I gagged once more, but I straightened
up again, and stared up at him with tears in my eyes. “I can do it,” I mumbled with his fingers still in my mouth.
“Good. Because it’ll be my dick you’ll suck next.”

SLY

A single tear rolled down her cheek after I pulled my fingers out of her mouth. I kept looking at her as I
held out my hand, and she placed hers in mine gently. I guided her hand to my boxers, making her cup my dick
over the fabric. “You like how it feels?” I asked.
She nodded with her gaze still locked on mine. “Yes. I like it a lot.”
“But you already know how it feels, don’t you? You touched me while I was asleep,” I taunted, recalling the
night we watched a movie and I fell asleep. “You dared to touch me while I was unconscious. Aren’t you
ashamed, Wavel?”
No, she wasn’t ashamed.
Because Wavel would never be so damn disrespectful.
Caia would.
But she wasn’t Caia.
This was Wavel.
My sweet, beautiful Wavel.
Not Caia.
Not. Caia!
“I’m not ashamed because I know you liked it,” she replied quietly. A soft smile touched her lips, and I
started to question why I didn’t just accept who I had kneeling before me.
Caia was no different from Wavel when it came to looks and mimics. It was the sickness inside Caia that
made her different.
I wished Wavel was this sick and twisted.
But she had been through enough in her life already.
I had to get my thoughts straight. Caia was the one who deserved to be treated this way. I would use her.
Fuck her hard. But I would never love her.
Chapter 23

CAIA

There was conflict in his eyes. I could tell that he was trying so hard to see me as my twin, but he couldn’t see
past the fact that Wavel would never be this dirty.
It would take a while until he would finally realize that it’s been me all along. That I was the right one for
him and not Wavel. But for now, I would play al0ng. Act like I was Wavel and not myself.
He pushed my hand away and stepped closer to me, standing with his boner right in front of my face. I
looked at it and grinned, unable to stay serious in this situation.
“Dirty girl. You want it in your mouth?” he asked as he cupped the back of my head with his hand.
I nodded, looking up at him with lustful eyes. “I do.”
He pressed my face against his crotch, making me feel his hardness against my cheek. “Say it. Say you want
my dick in that sweet mouth, baby.”
“I want your dick in my mouth. I want it so bad,” I breathed, furrowing my brows as my need and
frustration grew.
He pushed my face harder against his dick, rubbing it against me. “Open your mouth,” he demanded, and I
did before he pressed his length to my mouth.
He gripped my hair with his hand and moved my head back and forth, making my lips slide along his shaft.
His boxer’s fabric rubbed on my lips, making them feel sore. It didn’t hurt, and I knew anything we’d do without
our clothes on would hurt more.
At least, that’s what I hoped for.
“Fuuuck. I’ll fuck this mouth so good, baby. You made me so damn hard. I need to shoot my cum down that
pretty throat. Will you let me?”
He didn’t have to ask. He’d do it regardless of my response anyway. I still nodded.
“Good girl.” He pulled my head back and pushed down his boxers, and I watched as his length sprang free,
standing up straight right in front of my face.
God, it was beautiful.
“Like what you see?”
“Yes. I want it,” I said, eagerly reaching up to wrap my hands around its base.
Sly sucked in a breath. “Don’t fucking touch me without asking,” he warned, gripping both my wrists to take
them off his cock. “Put your hands behind your back. Keep them there.”
I did as I was told, but I didn’t like where this was going. I would let him do whatever he wanted, but I
needed to touch him.
“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” he demanded.
He was stroking his dick slowly, rubbing his fingers over his tip every time he reached it. I could’ve watched
him for days on end while he did that.
I kept my hands behind my back, and tilted my head with my lips parted as I looked up at him.
His eyes moved all over my face, and a pleased smile curled at his lips. “Beautiful. Let’s see how deep you
can take me.”
I was getting impatient.
My excitement rose as he guided his tip to my lips. He slowly slid his cock along my tongue, and I wrapped
my mouth around it. I didn’t move, letting him be in charge. I had no real clue of how this worked anyway. I
wanted him to tell me how to do this and how he liked it.
To my luck, Sly would tell me exactly how he liked it.
“Open your mouth wider, baby. That’s it. Let me choke you with my dick.”
I held my breath when his tip hit the back of my throat, and I looked up at him with teary eyes, trying my
best not to cough.
His hands cupped my head on either side, and he held me there steadily, thrusting his hips back and forth
in slow motions.
“Fuck, yes. Keep those pretty eyes on me while I fuck this hot little mouth.”
I gagged whenever he pushed too deep, but I managed not to choke on my own spit or the fact that his
literal tip was deep down my throat. I was a quick learner, and I wanted to please him. My skills would soon be
good enough for his liking, though even now, he seemed pleased with the way I made him feel.
 “After I fuck your pretty face, I want my dick in that virgin pussy. That’s what you are, no? A virgin?”
I nodded my head. Of course, I was still a virgin. I was saving myself for him. Then again, it wasn’t like I
had options.
“Good. I’ll make you bleed. I’ll have you mark me with your blood. I’ll have you taste that blood on my dick.
Are you ready for that, baby?”
I wanted to reply with words, but I couldn’t, so I nodded instead.
“Of course, you are. Because you’re a dirty little slut. My dirty little slut.”
That’s what I’ve been wanting to hear.
That I was his.
He owned me.

SLY

Her eyes widened when my dick started to throb inside her mouth. I was close, and she knew it. I kept
fucking her mouth, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust, and holding her head in place with one hand
at the back of her head, and the other cupping her throat.
“You suck like a pro. Hard to believe you’re still a virgin.”
The gleam in her eyes when I complimented her was hard to miss. She loved when I praised her, and
though it only helped her ego grow, I would keep praising her. It made her more confident, and the things I
wanted to do to her weren’t easy for her to handle when there was no ounce of confidence in her.
I thrusted harder, then abruptly stopped when my cum filled her mouth. I groaned, pressing my hips
against her, and holding her head still, practically shooting my load down her throat.
She had never done this before, but she swallowed my cum as if it was the most normal thing for her to do.
“Thaaat’s it. Fuck…such a good girl,” I muttered, gripping her hair at the back of her head tightly.
She gagged when too much cum pooled at the back of her throat, and she pulled back to cough, bending
over the edge of the pool. Strings of my cum mixed with her saliva drooled from her lips to the water, and I
watched her struggle before grabbing her hair and pulling her up again.
I went down on one knee and moved as close to her as possible, tilting her head back, and getting face to
face with her. While we both knelt there, I reached between my legs to stroke my dick, needing it to get hard
again before I fucked her pussy.
Her cheeks were red, her lips swollen, and the tears rolling down her face met the mess around her mouth.
“You enjoyed that, hm? Such a dirty slut, letting me fuck this mouth hard. You have no idea what you’ve gotten
yourself into.”
I wanted to make her regret this so damn badly, but even if she asked me to stop, I wouldn’t.
She was my sweet little toy, and the only way to get rid of me was if I threw her away like a doll that’s been
outgrown and tossed aside.
Chapter 24

CAIA

I wanted this night to last forever. The way he talked to me made me wish it was only his voice I could listen to
for the rest of my life, and the way his hands felt on my body was proof that no one else could ever make me feel
the way he did.
Electric shockwaves moved through me with every single touch of his fingers on my skin, and he only had
to breathe in my direction to make my heart go wild.
I was perfect for him, and soon he’d realize it.
“I want you to lie on your back with your head hanging over the edge.”
I dropped my gaze from him to the edge of the pool, needing a moment to envision what he wanted from
me.
“Like this,” he said, grabbing my elbow and turning me around so my back was to the pool. I was still on my
knees, but he made me sit before instructing me to lie on my back.
My hair dipped into the water, and I rested my neck on the edge. I kept my eyes open, looking over the
water upside-down.
It was a strange position and slightly unsettling, knowing I would be getting even closer to the water once
Sly made his next move.
I heard him move, and when he placed his hands on my knees, he made me spread my legs to settle
between them. I wanted to look up at him so badly, but my neck was already getting stiff from the unnatural
position I was in. I kept breathing slowly, making sure to stay calm and collected.
“Fuck me,” he muttered, his fingers sliding up and down my inner thighs. “I’ve been dreaming of this pretty
pink pussy for years.”
His words made me want to clench my thighs, but he kept them apart with his elbows pressing against my
knees.
My breathing hitched when his fingertips grazed my folds. I hadn’t shaved, but I didn’t have much to shave
anyway. My pubic hair was light and soft, and slightly curled, and I liked the feel of it more than when I shaved.
It was my preference, and I hoped Sly liked it that way too.
I bit my bottom lip as he caressed me gently, and I moaned softly when his fingertip brushed over my clit.
“Can’t believe this sweet pussy is virgin. Mind if I check?” he asked.
“Check what?” I asked, confused.
“Check if you’re a virgin. I wanna see if I’ll actually be the first to make you bleed.”
He wanted to see if I still had a hymen. Technically, I should still have that piece of tissue surrounding my
vaginal opening because I hadn’t had sex yet, but I also knew that in many cases, a hymen simply tears during
other activities.
How did he know about hymens anyway? We didn’t have sex education because our mother who home-
schooled us clearly didn’t think it was necessary. So maybe Sly did some research on the internet.
“Oh,” I breathed, unsure how to reply.
“Don’t really have an option. I’ll check regardless.”
I’d let him do whatever he wanted anyway.
“Keep your legs apart,” he ordered.
His hands moved along my thighs before I felt them on my hips. He moved his body closer until I felt his
hardness press against my pussy before he slid his tip through my folds.
I closed my eyes to enjoy every moment. With Sly, and in this house, there was no guarantee that things
would last. But it was late at night and everyone else was asleep, and I was hopeful enough to get through the
night with him and end up not being a virgin anymore.
He moved away again, and I cried out, needing him to touch me again. “Please,” I begged, trying to lift my
head to look at him.
“Don’t move or beg or I will stop immediately.” He was warning me, but he was bluffing. He wouldn’t stop
this unless it was truly necessary. He was liking it too much, and I kept quiet so he would continue.

SLY

I was kneeling between her parted legs, looking down on her naked body. I had always found it hard to
believe that my sisters were twins and were supposed to look identical. But they did. There was nothing other
than Caia’s sick mind that differentiated them but having her before me like this didn’t give my mind an
opportunity to tell them apart.
It was Wavel on this floor before me, and it was Wavel’s virginity I was about to take.
I ran my fingertips along her calves, then across her knees, and back down her thighs. I didn’t have a type
when it came to women, and I’ve had my fair share of beautiful girls in my teenage years, but the twins had legs
for days, and I started to prefer them. Though they were tall, I was still towering over them with a head and half
more body length.
I admired her pubic hair as I pressed my thumb against her clit, making her arch her back in pleasure. The
soft noises coming from her never failed to make my dick twitch. My body responded to every little moan
coming out of her, and at first, it was hard to wrap my head around the fact that this was not the twin I’ve been
wanting to be with.
Caia and I weren’t meant to be.
She had a crazed obsession with me, and, frankly, that freaked me the fuck out.
But she was right. I was a hypocrite. Because the obsession she had for me was the same I had for Wavel.
But I didn’t have to admit it.
Not to myself. And especially not to Caia.
“Keep your legs parted,” I ordered as I pushed apart her folds to expose her entrance.
She whimpered as I kept her folds parted with my forefinger and thumb. With my other finger, I gently slid
into her wetness, amazed by how tight she was.
“It won’t be easy to finger this pussy. Let alone fuck it with my dick,” I told her, warning for what was yet to
come.
But Caia was relaxed. She didn’t even flinch when I used a second finger to push into her.
“Have you fingered yourself before?” I asked, looking up to her exposed neck. Her position couldn’t be very
comfortable, but she didn’t mind.
“No,” she whispered, surprising me.
It could’ve been a lie, taking into consideration how relaxed she was with my fingers inside that tight pussy.
But I didn’t question it any longer. It didn’t matter anyway.
I moved back on my knees to lean closer and get a better look at her entrance. I was a sick bastard for
wanting to check if she was still a virgin, and though I knew it wasn’t guaranteed that I would see her
virginity, I still wanted to look.
In the end, games like these fed my delusion, and I would do anything to deceive my mind into believing
that she was mine.
Chapter 25

CAIA

It was unclear what he saw while he pretended to be my private gynaecologist, but I could hear it in the deep
breath he took that he was satisfied with whatever he saw.
“And? Am I still a virgin?” I asked.
“You’re untouched. That’s for sure.”
I felt him move, and with his hands resting on either side of me, he leaned over the edge until I could see
his face. He observed me, and I lowered my gaze to keep my eyes on him.
“I want to try something,” he said, and I was all ears. “I want you to dip your head into the water until it
covers your eyes and nose. I just want your mouth over the surface.”
I needed a moment to understand what he meant, and the more I imagined the position he had in mind,
the more excited I got.
“Okay,” I whispered, biting my bottom lip.
I let him guide me from there.
He moved, placing his hands on my hips, and carefully pushing me further over the edge of the pool. My
head broke the surface, and I closed my eyes when the water covered half of my face. I kept my mouth open to
continue to breath as my nose dipped into the water as well. It was hard not to accidentally breathe in the water
through my nose, but I focused and made sure that wouldn’t happen.
The water covered my ears, and I only heard him partially as he spoke to me. I understood him when he
asked if I was okay, and I told him that I was. It was a strange position for sure, but more than that, it was
dangerous. I could easily get the water down my nose and drown. But I loved the thrill of it. This was nothing
new. I often got into the bathtub to try and see how long I could hold my breath.
I would go as far as to say that I loved having near-death experiences, and I had a feeling that Sly was going
to try and make me have one too. He was feeding my sickness, and he was making me love him even more than
before.
I felt his hands move from my hips to my tits, and he cupped them gently before squeezing them hard. He
pinched my nipples and pulled on them. The water splashed against my ears, but I could hear him groan and
mutter while he played with my tits.
My body was no different than Wavel’s, and I knew that was what kept him from seeing me. But I hoped
that after tonight he would see that it wasn’t her he needed.

SLY

I wrapped my left hand around her throat and dug my fingers into her skin to hold her there. She kept her
mouth open to breathe, and I needed to make sure not to drown her. The position she was in should’ve made
her nervous, but it didn’t seem that way. On the contrary, it seemed as if she was enjoying this. Her body was
way too damn relaxed, and it made me wonder if she had already been fantasizing about something like this.
She probably had.
I rubbed my dick with my left hand. I was rock hard and ready to slam into her tight pussy, but I feared that
one dip inside of her would make me explode in an instant. I had to be careful. I didn’t want this to be over too
quickly.
I didn’t even get to taste her. I was so damn eager to be inside of her that I left out my favorite part of sex.
But once I was done fucking her, I would get a taste.
I guided my tip to her pussy, sliding it through her wet folds before gently pushing against her entrance.
She was tight, but even with the pressure she must’ve been feeling, she didn’t even flinch.
I smelled her arousal, and I felt her pussy clench every time I dipped my tip into her. I took it slow, needing
to keep myself under control.
I looked up to check if she was still doing okay, but nothing had changed. Half of her face was still in the
water, with her chin sticking up into the air. Her lips her parted, and her chest rose and fell slowly.
Shit…she could’ve been asleep for all I knew.
This girl amazes me more and more.
I tightened my grip around her neck and placed my other hand on her hip, holding her in place as I pushed
into her with force. It felt like a fucking dream at first, but I quickly regretted not going slow. The shockwaves
rushing through my body from the tightness pressing around my dick were immense, and I stopped moving to
adjust to this newly found, addictive sensation.
She moaned in delight as I cussed, once again making it seem like she was used to this. I knew she wasn’t.
She couldn’t have been. Not with the blood staining my dick.
I pulled it out to ease the tension, admiring the mark she had left on me. Goddammit, I can’t let her be the
death of me.
Chapter 26

CAIA

He was taking his time fucking me. At first, the pain was immense, but the more he moved, the pain slowly
turned into pleasure, and I made sure to relish every bit of it. The way he moved and groaned made me believe
that there was more of this to come, but in case this was the last time he was inside of me, I wanted to cherish it
forever.
His thrusts were hard, and every time he slammed into me, water splashed into my mouth. I managed to
keep breathing, but every now and then, I swallowed the water tasting of chlorin.
Our pool was clean, but I knew Mom and Dad liked to have sex in here. I caught them once. I watched
them. It was gross because I was their daughter, but I still watched. I just couldn’t look away. Then again, I
wouldn’t have looked away even if it weren’t my parents having sex.
Sly’s grip on my throat tightened, and he pushed my head fully under water. I wasn’t sure if he intended on
doing that, or if he simply didn’t realize it, but I didn’t fight it.
I was forced to hold my breath, and I challenged myself to hold it until I couldn’t anymore. I was good at
this. I’ve done this many times before. Though, the times I did it, I wasn’t having sex.
With every thrust of his hips, his cock pushed deeper into me. I felt every inch of him inside of me, and
nothing had ever felt this good. In addition to how he made me feel, the lack of air in my lungs made this whole
situation better. I was on the brim of suffocating, drowning, but all I could think about was dying with him
buried deep inside of me.
I had finally gotten what I’ve always wanted, and though he didn’t feel the same for me yet, I would die
happy.
I was still conscious when I felt his thumb circle my clit. As much as I wanted to have an orgasm, I knew I
couldn’t get to one. Even if Sly tried his best to make me come. My head was spinning, and my thoughts were
blurry, and all I was keeping focus on was whether I was still alive or not.
He continued to fuck me hard, but then he suddenly stopped and pulled me up until my head was out of the
water. I took a deep breath, keeping my eyes closed as air finally filled my lungs.
“Shit, are you okay?” he asked, cupping my cheek with one hand. “Look at me, baby.”
My head kept spinning, and his words started to sound far away. I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn’t. I
felt like I was dreaming, and I didn’t want to leave that state.
“Shit, baby, stay alive,” he said with a chuckle. He found this amusing. Perfect. I was not only letting him
play with me, and use me for his pleasure, I was also entertaining him while doing so. How could he not fall in
love with me after this?
“You’re so fucking tight. Fuck, I’m about to come in this wet pussy.”
I wanted to beg him to do just that, but I couldn’t use my voice. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t open
my mouth to speak.
His thrusts were fast and hard, and I felt his cock throb inside of me, waiting patiently for his cum to fill
me. But it wouldn’t come to that. He pulled out, and I finally managed to look up at him. I was still breathing
fast as I watched him rub his cock with his hand. He was jerking himself off, and for some reason, that turned
me on more than having him inside of me.
All his muscles flexed as his arm moved fast, and I kept admiring him before I watched him release his load
onto my body.
“Fuck, yes…Ah, shit…perfect. Caia, oh fuuuck.”
My ears didn’t deceive me this time. He said my name, and my heart exploded in my chest. He had
acknowledged my presence. He knew it was me lying here and not Wavel. It was me he marked with his cum.
I watched him as the last few drops landed on my stomach, and when he lifted his gaze, there was a spark
of contentment in them. He enjoyed fucking me, and it was going to happen again. I was sure of that.
“Look at you,” he said, admiring every inch of my body. “Covered in my cum. You like that, baby?”
I nodded, smiling up at him.
He dipped his fingers into the puddle of cum on my belly button, then he smeared it across my belly and
over my nipples. I bit my bottom lip as he played with his semen.
“Of course. You’re a dirty little slut. And you’re sick. Shit, I could’ve drowned you.”
“I wouldn’t have mind.”
 He laughed with a shake of his head. “No, you wouldn’t have minded me killing you. God, you’re a fucking
psycho.”
He left me lying there on the cold tiles. He got up and grabbed his boxers off the floor, putting them back
on before looking down at me again. “Don’t tell anyone about this.”
I wouldn’t.
This was our secret.
I shook my head and slowly sat up, needing a moment to adjust and get my head to stop spinning. Once I
was standing, I looked at him and smiled, feeling my cheeks glow bright red. “You called me by my name.”
“What?”
“You said my name when you came. You said my name. Not Wavel’s.”
“Don’t start messing with me now,” he warned, staring me down with darkened eyes.
“I’m not messing with you. You said my name. I heard it, Sly.”
“No!” He took a step toward me to stand right in front of me, glaring down at me. “I didn’t fucking say your
name!”
“Yes, you did! And you fucked me, not Wavel! ME!” I said loudly, getting way more emotional than I
wanted.
His hands gripped my shoulders, and he shook me as he shouted at me. “Shut the fuck up! I fucked Wavel.
You’re Wavel! I would never fuck that sick little bitch!”
He moved his hands off my shoulders, and he pressed them against my chest instead, pushing me back
with all the force he carried inside of him. I stumbled back and fell into the pool, having to hold my breath once
again.
This time, I felt like breathing in.
After the words he shouted at me with so much anger, all I wanted to do was drown.
But even if I drowned, my passing wouldn’t change reality.
Sly fucked me, and he loved it.
And he was a fucking coward for not admitting it.
Chapter 27

CAIA

I didn’t sleep last night. After Sly pushed me into the pool, I stayed in there, floating on my back, and staring up
at the stained-glass dome. It was another rainy night. One I would never forget.
I had never been this angry with Sly. What I was feeling was nothing near the jealousy I felt all these years,
and it was the first time I didn’t want to be around him. At least not for a little while.
He took my virginity and took me for granted, and he used me for his pleasure, which in the beginning I
had no issues with.
But the longer I floated, and the more I thought about it all, the clearer my thoughts became, and I realized
that what he used me for was not okay.
I should’ve been ashamed of myself for letting it come this far, but I had no right to take back everything I
orchestrated. I had wanted to be with him. I wanted him to take my virginity. I wanted him to see me.
But all my efforts were wasted.
I was angry at myself.
I was angry at Sly.
But most of all, I was angry at Wavel.
Why did she have to grow up sick? If she hadn’t been sick, Sly would’ve never been so obsessed and
protective over her. I would’ve gotten a fair share of his unconditional love. But I was left with nothing, and all
because I wasn’t sick.
She should’ve died. I wanted her to die.
I wanted her gone and I wanted to know what it was like to be seen by him. I wanted to know what it was
like to be the only one he cared about.
I wanted Wavel dead.
I wished she was never even born.
My skin was wrinkly when I got out of the pool, and after picking up my dress, I walked upstairs, not
bothering to dry off first. I left small puddles of water all over the floor on my way to my bedroom, and when I
stood in the hallway, I turned toward Sly’s door, feeling nothing but anger at the idea of him.
My first impulse had been to go in there and mess with him the way I had messed with him before. I
wanted to make him suffer. Make him feel what I was feeling. But I decided to let him feel my anger in a
different way. I would ignore him. Let him understand that I wasn’t his toy, no matter the fact that we were
playing his game. His game was boring.
I spent the rest of the night rereading one of my favorite books. It was a book I kept hidden from my family
because I knew they wouldn’t approve of it. I bought it online after stumbling across an author who dared to
write love stories that most readers would stay away from. The book was about a daughter and father who fell in
love in the comfort of their home—which also doubled as the headquarters of a cult. Almost like our home.
Kiplyn—the heroine in the book—was like me in a way. She had her issues, but she was also fearless and strong-
minded. She didn’t take shit from anyone, and she followed her heart, no matter how warped it was. That was
the magic of fiction. You could see yourself in a character, no matter how fucked up their actions were. I felt
close to Kiplyn even if she wasn’t real, but I knew that if she were, we would’ve been best friends.
Around eight, I heard my parents walk around downstairs, and when the smell of bacon reached my
bedroom, I got up and decided to join them for breakfast. I was in a good mood this morning.
“Good morning, darling,” Dad said as he saw me walk into the dining room.
“Oh, that’s a nice surprise. Joining us for breakfast for once, are you? I almost mistook you for your sister,”
Mom said in her usual mocking tone. She hated me.
“I’m hungry,” I told them, sitting down at the table in my usual spot.
I wasn’t expecting them to talk to me while we started on breakfast, but to my surprise, they didn’t keep
their mouths shut.
“We’re taking Wavel to town this afternoon to buy her new clothes for her trip to Canada, and while we’re
down there, we will go eat at a restaurant for dinner.”
Mom wasn’t saying all this with the intention to ask if I wanted to tag along. She was telling me that today,
I would be home alone, and that I had to cook and eat by myself.
“Sly will stay here, so you two can order in,” Dad added.
 Normally, the idea of being home alone with Sly should’ve excited me. Not this time.
“Why isn’t he coming with you?”
“We don’t want to bore Sly by dragging him along to all the clothing stores,” Mom explained with a laugh,
making it sound like I asked the dumbest question.
“And Dad won’t get bored?” I asked, raising a brow.
“I have to make sure my angel doesn’t buy things that are too revealing. We don’t want her to look like a
slut when she goes to visit her boyfriend for the first time, do we?”
Boyfriend? Is that official now?
“You do know that they will have sex no matter what she’s wearing, right?”
“Caia,” my mother warned with a disgusted expression. “Wavel is a good girl. She doesn’t think about such
things. It’s him we’re worried about. We don’t want him to think that she visits him just to have a fun time.”
This conversation was ridiculous.
I furrowed my brows and laughed. “Don’t you think that if he only wanted sex, he would have asked a girl
that lives in his area?”
Mom and Dad looked at each other with question in their eyes. Then Dad shook his head. “Some men are
horrible humans. It wouldn’t surprise me if he went to great lengths just to have sex with my daughter.”
Was he listening to himself? Jesus, how stupid were they?
“It’s Wavel who’s taking a flight to Vancouver, not the other way around. He’s not going to great lengths, at
all.”
“And there we have it,” Dad said, throwing his hands into the air. “See, he even makes her take the flight. I
tell you what, Alanis. If that boy turns out to use our daughter for sex only, I will fly over there myself to teach
him a lesson.”
I must’ve been having a fever dream because this fucking conversation didn’t make any sense. Were they
actually that stupid?
“Why see what happens when you can prevent it from happening?”
Sly walked into the dining room with messy hair and no shirt on. All he was wearing were his boxers which
he had on last night. His hoarse voice was an indicator that, unlike me, he did get sleep last night.
I watched him for a moment but remembered that I was ignoring him. I looked at my food and continued
to eat.
“Sly, son, we’re taking Wavel to town today. You’ll be home alone with Caia. You can order in tonight.”
“Fine.” He didn’t sound too pleased. Did he not want to be alone with me? With the three of them gone, he
could live out his biggest fantasies. He could take me to Wavel’s room and fuck me in her bed. He could make
me moan his name while he moans Wavel’s.
“Our princess is sleepy this morning, it seems,” Mom said with a smile. “She deserves to rest. She’s always
reading and studying.”
It was always Wavel this, Wavel that. Everything she did was precious, and everything she touched turned
into gold. But Wavel wasn’t a saint, and neither was I.
Because if I had the strength to, I would’ve already gotten rid of her to be this family’s sweetheart.
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I hid in my room most of the afternoon, wanting to avoid Sly. I could hear him walk around the house, going up
and down the stairs multiple times, before there was silence again.
It was close to six p.m. when I started to get hungry, and after making sure Sly was locked in his room, I
headed downstairs to see if there was something to eat in the fridge. Dad insisted that we’d order in tonight, but
I didn’t feel like doing that. Not if it meant having to speak to Sly to order the food.
I opened the fridge and looked inside, only to find that there was nothing I could turn into an actual meal.
Great. There wasn’t even cheese I could melt over tortilla chips. That would probably make mom angry again.
I sighed and closed the fridge, and my heart skipped a beat when I noticed Sly standing in the doorway. I
turned my head and held my hand to my chest, frowning at him. “You scared me.”
He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He had put on clothes since I last saw him this
morning, but his hair was still messy.
“You ignoring me or something?”
That wasn’t a question I wanted to answer. I turned away to see if I had more luck finding something in the
pantry. Cornflakes would do. Or a can of ravioli.
“Caia, I’m talking to you.”
Damn. He called me by my name. God, what was his deal? He confused the shit out of me.
“But I’m not talking to you.”
I opened the pantry and stepped inside, finding nothing but cans of tomato sauce and flour. My stomach
growled, and I placed my hand on it to stop it from making any more noise.
“Mind explaining why you’re not talking to me?”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I turned to face him. He stood in the pantry’s doorway,
blocking my exit.
“Yes, I do mind,” I told him. I fisted my hands at my side, looking up at him with a tilt of my head.
He studied me carefully, and I saw all the thoughts rushing through him. His eyes told me a lot, but I was
never able to actually read him. He wasn’t happy with me, that was for sure.
He sighed and lowered his head, and he took a step toward me when he looked at me again. “You’re being
too sassy for my liking. Did you forget about what I told you? Whose game we’re playing here?”
I shook my head. “I didn’t forget. I’m just not sure I want to keep playing this game.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s boring. And one-sided.”
Sly chuckled, lowering his head again as he spoke. “That’s how my game works. I make the rules, and you
follow them without complaining.” His eyes met mine again. “I thought we established that.”
I took another step back as he cornered me in the pantry. His hand came up to cup my face. I turned my
head, hating how easily he made me want him when I was this mad at him.
“I don’t want to play anymore,” I repeated, standing my ground. Not that I could move anyway. I was stuck,
and there was no escaping him now.
His fingers wrapped around my throat, and he pushed me back until my back hit the shelves. My gaze
locked on his, and I swallowed hard as his grip tightened.
“That’s too damn bad,” he muttered. “You wanna know why it’s too damn bad, baby? Because no matter
what you want, it’s me deciding for you. You gave yourself to me to be used. To be someone I’ve always longed
for. And you will keep being that someone until I get the real deal. You don’t get to decide shit. You do as I say,
and you give yourself to me whenever I want, wherever I want. Am I clear?”
Normally, everything he said would’ve turned me on. But this time, I wanted to punch him in the face for
the words he spoke. My body tensed, and I clenched my teeth. “You’re an arrogant asshole.”
“Am I?” he asked in a teasing tone, laughing right at my face. “Yeah, I guess I am. But you’ll have to live
with that. You put yourself into this situation. Gotta deal with the consequences.”
I tried to avoid him as he leaned in, but I couldn’t move my head in time before his lips covered mine. He
kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth, but I didn’t kiss him back. I wanted to bite his tongue the way he
had bitten mine. I wanted to hurt him. Make him bleed. But as angry as I was, deep down I was enjoying this,
and something kept me from hurting him.
 I was weak. God, I was fucking weak even when I tried my hardest to be strong.
Maybe he was right. Maybe I needed him to use me because I was useless otherwise.
His fingers dug deeper into my throat, taking my breath away once again while he continued to kiss me. I
slowly melted into him against my will. I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest, feeling his muscles flex
under my touch.
“I could kill you right now,” he whispered into the kiss, surprising me with his words which made me feel
more confused about my feelings for him.
I should’ve been angry at him, but I couldn’t keep that act up. He wasn’t talking to Wavel right now. He was
talking to me. Caia. And he was saying what he had probably always been thinking.
“Do it,” I whispered back as he pulled back to look at me. “But it won’t change the way I feel for you, Sly. I
love you.”
He slowly shook his head as a sinister grin appeared on his lips. “I know. But I don’t love you. I love Wavel,
and the second I take that mouth again, she’s who you’ll be in my eyes.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming at him. He was cruel. Heartless. But only in my
presence.
His mouth covered mine, and my initial attempts to fight back vanished. He had me wrapped around his
finger, and he was controlling me, manipulating me.
And the sad part of it all? It was working.
Wavel had to go. She was in the way, ruining my chances of ever being with Sly. Without her around, Sly
would’ve already been in love with me.
Wavel had to go.
I would kill myself before murdering my twin, but I was silently manifesting for something to happen to
her that would make her disappear.
It was sick to have those thoughts, but the universe wasn’t usually on my side, so I wasn’t too hopeful that
anything would happen.
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His kiss deepened as he dipped his tongue into my mouth. He was cupping the back of my head with one hand,
and the other moved all over my body, touching every inch with his fingers and palm.
His body was pressed against mine, and I could feel his hardness on my lower stomach. No matter how
angry we were at each other, we could never deny the sexual tension that lingered between us. We were
attracted to each other. Didn’t matter who he saw me as. He was attracted to me.
Sly broke the kiss, dropping his hands and running one through his hair, and he looked like he was battling
with his own thoughts, unsure of what to do with me next.
I stood there in silence and watched him decide his next move, and the waiting gave me time to catch my
breath from that passionate kiss we just had.
“Come,” he said, reaching for my hand, and pulling me back into the kitchen. Once he had me standing with
my back against the kitchen isle, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up, making me sit on the counter.
His hands moved up my thighs and under my dress, and a grin touched his lips when he noticed I wasn’t
wearing any panties. “Just how I like it. Spread those legs.”
I did as he said and leaned back onto my elbows while keeping my eyes on him. He pushed my dress up to
my hips to expose my bare pussy. There was a pleased gleam in his eyes as he took in the view. He liked what he
was seeing, and I didn’t even need him to tell me with words. His admiration was enough for me.
“I’m fucking hungry, so I’m going to eat this pussy.”
Yes, please.
I bit my bottom lip and looked at him impatiently. I needed his mouth on me.
“Fucking needy little slut,” he muttered as he ran his hands along my thighs. His fingers moved along my
folds, then he soaked them in my juices by sliding them through my slit. “I want to hear you say what a needy
slut you are. Look at me.”
I lifted my gaze from his hand to his eyes, biting my lip once more. My pussy was aching, and it was almost
painful. “I’m needy,” I breathed.
Sly shook his head, chuckling. “Not what I told you to say, baby. Repeat after me. I’m a needy little slut.”
“I’m a needy little slut,” I told him, sounding way too small for my liking. I needed to be confident. I was
confident. But in that moment, it didn’t seem like I was. “I’m your needy little slut.”
A smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, and my body reacted when he slid one finger inside of me. “Yeah,
you are. And you want my mouth on this wet pussy. Fuck, baby, you’re soaked. And you’re soaked just for me. I
could smell that arousal from a mile away. Even when you’re mad, this pussy can’t keep from getting wet.”
Everything he was saying was true, and though I wanted to fight him on it, I didn’t. It would only make him
mad, and ruin this situation. I wasn’t about to give up on having my pussy eaten out.
“OH!” I cried out when he added one more finger, and I moved my hips to meet his thrusts as the sound of
my wetness filled my ears. “Oh, that feels so good, Sly.”
He went down on one knee and kept moving his fingers in and out of me as he kissed the inside of my
thigh. “I’m going to make you feel even better, baby.”
My heart was pounding in my chest, and my eyes were glued on him as he trailed the kisses closer to my
pussy. My clit was aching, and my walls squeezed around his fingers tightly.
His mouth finally covered my pussy, and he started to flick his tongue against my clit in fast motions. I
cried out again, throwing my head back as my legs started shaking. He had a magical mouth.
“AH!” I saw fireworks even before feeling an orgasm creeping up, but I was close. His fingers pushed deeper
into me, and I clenched my pussy around them, loving how rough they felt. I was sore from last night, but the
pain was nothing but pleasure.
“Please,” I begged, reaching for his hair, and pushing my hand into his locks. I pulled at his ends, looking
down at him again. “Please make me come.”
His groans helped me move closer to the edge, and after a few more flicks of his tongue, he finally pushed
me to my climax. I moaned out his name, being as loud as I possibly could. No one other than him could hear
me this time.
“Fuuuck,” he muttered.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, breathing heavily. “Again.”
 He chuckled. “Fuck, no. It’s my turn to get off.”
He got up and pushed down his pants. His hand wrapped around his hardening dick, and he rubbed it while
pushing his two fingers back inside of me. “I told you before, you don’t get to decide shit. I make the rules. I
made this sweet cunt come, and now I will fuck it hard.”
“Fine.”
He raised a brow. “Fine? Shit, baby, you really like to mess with me, huh? Shame, really…I could stop this
any second.”
“But you would never.”
“No?” He laughed with a shake of his head. “Guess you don’t know me well enough, baby.”
I did know him better than he thought I did, and I was only messing with him because my pussy was aching
so hard that I couldn’t think straight.
I kept my mouth shut as I watched him jerk his cock, and when he pulled out his fingers, he held them to
my lips. He pushed them into my mouth and pressed down on my tongue, making me taste myself.
His tongue came out to lick his bottom lip, and I watched as he bit down on it, with his eyes locked on my
mouth. “Fucking beautiful. I love those lips around my fingers, but I love them more when they’re wrapped
around my dick. I want that pussy squeezing my dick though.”
“Please,” I mumbled with his finger still in my mouth.
“What did I tell you about begging?”
I furrowed my brows and sucked his fingers harder. No begging. Fine.
He stepped closer and pulled my ass closer to the edge until his tip was pressing against my entrance. He
grabbed his base and ran his head through my slit, wetting it, and teasing me.
His tip touched my clit, and his length was pressed against my pussy, and I moved my hips to make him
slide across my folds.
“Needy. Such a fucking needy cunt,” he groaned.
I cried out and lifted my hand to grab his wrist, pushing his fingers deeper into my mouth until they hit the
back of my throat. I wanted to choke on them, but I also wanted to stay conscious to feel him fuck me hard like
he had promised me.
“Mine. This needy fucking cunt is all mine.” His voice was raspy and low.
He guided his tip to my entrance and pushed inside me slowly. Painfully slow. I wanted to tell him to go
faster, but I was too busy deep throating his fingers. I look at him through my lashes, hoping he would see just
how needy I was. When his gaze locked on mine, a devilish grin appeared on his lips. He knew exactly how I was
feeling. He did it on purpose. He was driving me crazy on purpose, and I hated and loved it at the same time.
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It seemed impossible, but her cunt was tighter than it had been last night when I took her virginity, making her
bleed all over my dick. My tip was inside of her, and she clenched around it like she was holding on to dear life.
I looked at her face and saw her watching my dick with hooded eyes. Her lips were parted, and her chest
was rising and falling slowly. She was needy, but she was patient too. She wanted my cock inside of her, but she
also wanted this to last forever.
I couldn’t do forever. I needed a quick fuck to get the edge off before I lost my damn mind because of her. I
didn’t like to admit it, but she drove me fucking insane.
“Spread your legs wider,” I told her, pressing my elbows against her knees to keep them apart. “You gotta
fucking relax, baby, or I’m going to hurt you. My cock is too fucking big for this little cunt.”
“I am relaxed,” she breathed, meeting my gaze. “You’re just so big.”
Yeah, I was, but it couldn’t have grown overnight. Fuck, unless she was turning me on so fucking much that
my erection was larger than usual. I wasn’t going to give her that satisfaction by telling her how she made me
feel.
“Just relax,” I repeated with a growl. I grabbed my base and took a deep breath before slamming into her
with one hard thrust.
She cried out and threw her head back, moaning my name loudly. She had been loud last night too, but
down by the pool, nobody could hear us. If the others were home, they would’ve heard us, and she wouldn’t
have minded being heard.
“Goddammit,” I cursed, unable to move. I had to get used to her tightness. Last night it had seemed easier
to fuck her. She was still extremely tight, but not as tight as now. Shit…last night I had fucked her out of rage. I
wanted to teach her a lesson. I wasn’t as focused as I wished to be. This time, I was actually in the right state of
mind to realize what was happening.
“So goddamn tight. Look at me, baby. I wanna see that pretty face when I fuck you.”
She lay back on the counter and looked up at me with eyes filled with emotions. Her hands gripped the edge
of the counter, and her hips moved up, pulling my cock deeper into her.
I grabbed her hips and held her still. I couldn’t have her move. Not in that moment. I was still adjusting to
her cunt. “Keep still. You’re not ready for me to move.”
She definitely was. But I was too big of a bitch to admit that I wasn’t. Her walls were squeezing around my
throbbing shaft. I let out a muttered curse, digging my fingers into her soft skin. “Easy,” I said, warning myself.
But I wouldn’t go easy. Once I started to move, it was over for the both of us.
I pulled back, looking down at my length. It was covered in her juices, and the smell of her sweetness crept
up my nose. She moaned, and I slammed into her again, even harder this time.
It was a mistake. I should’ve taken it slow. My balls were aching, and I felt as if I was about to explode
already. I couldn’t come inside her though. I had no condom on, and I was certain that she wasn’t on birth
control.
Well, I couldn’t be sure.
I had to ask.
“You take the pill?” I asked, my words tight.
She nodded.
She could’ve been lying.
Fuck.
“Is that the truth?” I asked, thrusting into her repeatedly.
“I would never lie to you, Sly.”
That right there was a lie. But I didn’t argue. I couldn’t think straight anymore. Not with her cunt squeezing
me. I didn’t feel like arguing, but I had to make it clear to her that I didn’t want to impregnate her. She was
fucked up, and having my kid would only make that sick mind of her sicker.
“I can show you. I take the pill,” she told me. She must’ve noticed my concern.
“Why? You’re a virgin. Why would you need the fucking pill?”
“To keep my period under control,” she replied.
Girl stuff. Nothing I really knew about.
 Fuck it.
I believed her.
In this moment, and with my dick deep inside her tight cunt, I decided to believe her.
I moved faster, making her scream my name and moan loudly, her voice echoing through the whole house.
I kept my right hand on her hips and pushed my other under her dress to cup of her tits. I needed to touch
and squeeze them. I also needed to look at them. “Pull this down,” I ordered, tugging at her dress.
She slid the straps off her shoulders, sliding out of them, and pulling the top of the dress down until her
perfect tits were exposed. They jiggled with every thrust of my hips. My eyes were glued on them, but only for a
moment. She was close, and I looked at her face to watch her come. Something felt different. Her legs were
shaking harder than they had last night, and the frown made her look angry. She was struggling to hold back her
climax when all I wanted was for her to come all over my dick.
“Fuuuck,” I grunted as shockwaves moved through my body, making my knees weak. “Open your eyes.
Look at me when you come, baby.”
Her blue eyes were darker than usual, and all the emotions in them mixed with their beauty. She was so
fucking perfect. I hated to admit it. I hated to admit that I wasn’t seeing Wavel when I fucked her. I saw Caia.
But I could never tell.
It didn’t matter anyway. Because no matter who I was looking at, it was my sister I was fucking. Fucking
either one was wrong.
So fucking wrong.
But I was still doing it.
“GAAAH!” I felt my warm cum fill her cunt, but that wasn’t the only wet thing covering my cock.
Her body was shaking, and her legs wrapped around me tightly, holding me in place as she ejaculated with
me. Holy fuck. She squirted all over my dick.
I breathed heavily with my eyes closed and my head thrown back, and when I looked down, I watched our
mixed juices flow out of her and down the kitchen counter.
“Motherfucker. We made a mess,” I said with a grin, sliding my fingers through her folds to coat them. “I
fucked you for the second time, and you fucking squirted all over me. Fuck, baby…I think you just ruined me.”
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You ruined me.

He had looked pleased when he said those words, and though he wasn’t speaking to me anymore as we ate
the food we ordered, I took it as a personal win.
He fucked me again, and he liked it.
I was one step closer to getting him to love me.
We sat on the couch in the living room with the TV on, waiting for the rest of our family to finally come
home. I wasn’t sure why Sly was still up and waiting for them, but I was awake to see what Wavel bought today.
It wasn’t fair only buying new clothes for one child and leaving the other two out of all the fun, but I
accepted it without a fight. I got something better than clothes today. I got to spend the whole day with Sly, and
I got to have sex with him.
I moved my eyes from the screen to Sly to watch him lean forward and grab his drink. He took a few sips,
and I admired his neck, and the way his muscles moved when he swallowed.
I could watch him all day.
The front door unlocked, and I tore my eyes off him to see Dad walk inside. He was holding two bags with
designer names on them, and the pleased smile on his lips told me that he had made Wavel happy today.
Good for her.
I was happy too.
“We’re home!” Mom called out in a high-pitched voice.
Sly got up from the couch and walk over to the foyer, and I turned around to look at them, observing.
“Need help carrying all this upstairs?” Sly asked Wavel as she stepped inside with four more bags. She
looked up at him and smiled sweetly, nodding.
“That would be great. Thank you, Sly.”
Why was he helping her anyway? He was mad at her. He hated her for not seeing him the way he wanted to
be seen.
“Caia.” My father’s voice caught my attention, and I turned my head to look at him.
“Yes?”
“Clean up the mess, please. I allowed you to order in, but you got to clean up after.”
I frowned. “Sly ate with me.”
He raised a brow and a finger. “No backtalk, Caia. Clean up.”
I rolled my eyes and got up from the couch, grabbing the empty boxes and cans from the coffee table. I got
rid of it in the kitchen, then walked back to the living room to watch my family socialize while I was once again
being unwelcome.
Wavel was gloating over the amazing day she had, and she thanked Mom and Dad for taking her to town
today. She was grateful, but she didn’t see an issue with her being the only one of their three children to receive
all that attention.
“It’s late. You kids better go to sleep,” Dad said, reaching for Mom’s hand. Sly, Wavel, and I kept standing
there while our parents walked upstairs, and silence between us was almost awkward as neither of us spoke.
Sly lowered his head to look at all the bag on the floor, and he picked up another three, clearing his throat.
“I’ll get these to your room,” he told Wavel, and she nodded with a smile.
“Thank you.”
Sly headed upstairs, and I immediately wanted to follow him. I also wanted to tell Wavel about the eventful
day I had. She wouldn’t like what we did. She wouldn’t understand anyway.
“I bought a sweater I know you’ll like. We can share it,” she told me, her eyes as gentle as ever.
“Why?”
“Because we’re twins. We share clothes all the time, silly.” She squatted down and reached into a Ralph
Lauren bag, and she pulled out a white crewneck sweater. She stood up and unfolded the sweater, revealing an
outfit-wearing bear.
I frowned, looking at the sweater with unsure eyes. “A bear?”
“A teddy bear wearing clothes. Isn’t it so adorable? I saw it in the window, and I told Daddy that I needed it.
It’s so comfortable too.”
 “How much was it?” I didn’t live under a rock. I knew Ralph Lauren was yet another designer who sold
overpriced items.
“Six-hundred dollars,” Wavel said, nonchalant. “Do you not like it?”
“I do. But I don’t want to ruin it. You know I’m clumsy. I will probably get ketchup on it or something.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. You won’t ruin it. I got it for the both of us. But I do want to take it to Vancouver and
wear it when I meet Jack. He loves teddy bears.”
Weird, but okay.
“What else did you buy?” I asked, peeking into the shopping bags.
“Lots of things, but can I show you tomorrow? I’m tired. I’ve been on my feet all day.”
“Oh, yes. Sure.”
She picked up the bags and smiled at me before heading upstairs. I didn’t follow her. I wasn’t tired, and the
library was calling me. I needed to hold a book in my hands to fill the void Sly had left.
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I waited in Wavel’s room, and when she entered, I quickly reminded myself that she wasn’t Caia. I was angry at
her for wanting to visit that idiot in Vancouver, and I was angry because she didn’t notice me the way I did.
I had to go easy on her.
“Did you have fun today?” I asked, leaning against her desk with my arms crossed over my chest.
She smiled gently and put the bags next to the others on the bed. “I did. You?”
Yes, I did have fun today, fucking Caia and imagining it was you.
I shrugged. “Just watched TV all day,” I responded.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.
“So uh…what did you all get?”
She looked at the things she had purchased with conflict in her eyes, then she looked at me again with a tilt
of her head. “You really want to see it?”
“Of course. Looks like Dad let you go all out.”
It was stupid to buy all these fancy clothes for a girl that rarely left the house. I had some designer clothes
too, but they were untouched.
“Yes, he did. He’s the best.” I watched her pull the items out of the bags, and before putting each one down
onto the end of the bed, she showed them to me.
I commented on some of them, and as she held up the last item, I wanted to ask if she stole it from a store.
“Dad let you buy that?”
She looked at the red lingerie top in her hand. “Yes, he said it looked pretty on me.”
He saw her in that? Sick bastard.
“Right. And you want to wear that for Jack?” I asked, sounding way more annoyed than I intended to.
She put the bags away and looked at me through her dark lashes, sighing when she noticed my tone.
“You’re not happy that I met someone, are you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t think he’s good enough for you.”
Wavel laughed softly. “But you don’t know him.”
“And neither do you,” I shot back.
“I do know him. I talk to him every day. We even facetimed a few times already. He’s a very sweet guy, Sly. I
wish you would be a bit more understanding.”
I let out a laugh. “Understanding? Wavel, you’re taking a flight to Canada to spend a weekend with a guy
you met over the damn internet. Never thought you were so naïve.”
Wavel furrowed her brows as she looked at her hands. “I’m not naïve. I’m curious. I want to explore.
Experience things. And I can’t do that by staying in this house.” She walked over and stopped right in front of
me, placing her hands on my locked arms. Her expression was soft as she loosened my arms, placing her hands
in mine. “I know you’re just being protective, and I really like that. But you have to understand that I’m not a
little girl anymore. I’m all grown up.”
I kept my gaze low as she spoke to me. My thumbs brushed over her fingers, and when I lifted my eyes to
look into hers, there was a hopeful gleam in them. All she wanted was for me to let her live her life and be happy
for her.
But how could I be happy when she was walking away from me?
“Wavel,” I whispered, pulling her closer to stand between my legs. “I’m damn well aware that you’re not a
little girl anymore. I just wish you would understand why I don’t want you to go.”
She studied me with her beautiful eyes. “Then help me understand,” she whispered, squeezing my hands
gently.
I couldn’t keep her at a distance anymore. I needed her close. Lifting her arms, I placed them around my
shoulder. I grabbed her waist and pulled her against me, pressing her body against mine.
She didn’t mind being this close to me, which didn’t help with my delusion. She wasn’t this close because
she wanted to be. She was this close because I was making her.
I dropped my gaze to her lips, licking my own with the tip of my tongue. “I don’t want you to go because I
thought there’s something between us. I know there is something between us. But you ignore it all. You play
games with me.”
Her brows furrowed, and she shook her head slowly. “I’m not playing games. Sly…I don’t think I
understand.”
“I’m in love with you.”
My words left my lips so easily, I surprised myself.
I studied her as her eyes wandered all over my face. She smiled at first, then her face fell. “Sly…you can’t—”
“Yes, I can. You won’t get it, but I can’t help it. I thought you felt the same, but when you told us about
Jack, I wanted to break things. I’m jealous. I hate that you don’t see me the way I see you. He’s a fucking
random guy on the internet, Wavel. You’re fucking stupid for wanting to meet him.”
“Sly.” She sighed and lowered her head. I was being mean, and I hated myself for that.
“Don’t.” I cupped her face with both hands. “Let me speak. I know it’s not right. I know I shouldn’t love you
like this. I’m your brother. But I can’t help it. You’re naïve. If you weren’t, you would’ve already noticed. I’ve
been watching you, giving you all my attention. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. God, Wavel, I want to be
with you.”
I leaned in to kiss her, but she moved her head. “Sly, we can’t be together. We’re siblings. But I love you
too. Because you’re my brother.” She spoke softly, as if she was talking to a child.
“That shouldn’t matter,” I told her, trying to put my lips on hers.
“But it does matter, Sly.”
She tried to push me away by pressing her hands against my chest, but I was stronger, and I held her to me.
I turned around, pressing her against the desk. My hands were back on her face, and once she got tired, she
stopped fighting me.
I looked into her eyes, taking in the purest color blue I had ever seen. I wanted to swim in those eyes.
Fuck…I never wanted to look away.
“Let me try something,” I whispered, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.
She said my name again, trying to stop me, but I didn’t listen. I held her there and leaned in, grazing her
lips with mine before taking her mouth completely. I moved my lips slowly, afraid to scare her away. But she
didn’t move. She let me kiss her, and I used my tongue to taste her.
I slid the tip across the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth enough for me to slip my tongue inside
her mouth.
She tasted like pure heaven. Just how I imagined.
I became lightheaded as the kiss deepened, then felt empty when she pulled away.
I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “If you kiss him and it doesn’t make you feel this
good, he’s not the one for you.”
She didn’t respond. We stood there in silence. I needed to get away from her before I went too far.
I stepped away and took a deep breath before taking one last look at her and leaving her bedroom.
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The day had finally come. Wavel was leaving, and I watched her all day as she rushed around the house, trying
to find everything she wanted to take with her to Vancouver.
It was almost comical to see my mother follow Wavel around like a little puppy, telling her how excited she
was for her, but sounding as worried as ever.
It would be hell sitting around with Mom whining about how much she misses Wavel. I was not mentally
prepared for that. But at least it would be entertaining.
Dad was saying repeatedly how proud he was that at least one of his daughters was brave enough to explore
the world, but had I been the one wanting to go meet up with a stranger from the internet, they would’ve said
no.
Again, I could do nothing right in this family.
Wavel was wearing the Ralph Lauren sweater with the teddy bear on it, with a black skirt and tights
underneath. The white sneakers she was wearing and the high ponytail with a ribbon completed her schoolgirl
look.
It was fascinating to see how much a girl would change for a boy. If Wavel had her own mind, she would’ve
gone to Vancouver wearing comfortable jeans, a cute top, and her favorite baby blue jacket.
But who was I to judge her? I tried like hell to get Sly’s attention by changing everything about me and who
I was.
Before Wavel left, Mom insisted on having one last lunch together. The taxi would pick her up at four, and
so we gathered around the dining table at twelve-thirty to enjoy what was probably my favorite meal in my
entire life.
Wavel was going to come back, but I couldn’t hold in my excitement to finally have her gone for a few days.
“Turkey, yum!” I said, sounding way too cheerful.
“I’ve made a honey glaze, just the way you like it, Wavel. And the little sweet potato cubes are seasoned
with paprika.”
Just the way you like it, Wavel.
Mom just always had to take the joy out of everything for me.
“Thank you, Mom. It looks delicious! I will miss your cooking over the weekend, but Jack is a good cook
too! He sends me pictures of his meals all the time, and he promised to cook for me.”
“The more you talk about him, the more I like him,” Dad said.
I looked at him and furrowed my brows, then I looked over at Sly who was frowning too. Good. We were on
the same page.
Dad was fucking crazy. And so was Mom.
Wavel was simply naïve. Couldn’t make excuses for her.
I spent the rest of our lunch stuffing my face with food and listening to the others talk. Sly had been doing
the same, and he had been avoiding questions. He wasn’t in the mood to talk about Wavel’s boyfriend. He
looked pissed. As if something had happened between them and he was punishing her now with his ignorance.
That was fine with me. He had glanced at me more than he ever had before.
Around three, Wavel and Mom went upstairs to her room one last time to make sure she packed
everything, while Sly, Dad, and I sat around in the living room.
“I will have patients over tonight, and I will take them to the library. I don’t want to be bothered. Get the
books you need if necessary, but I don’t want to see you creeping around the library tonight,” Dad said in a
warning undertone. It wasn’t hard to believe that Wavel was his favorite. Even with Sly having to step up and
follow in his footsteps once he was ready, Sly would never be Dad’s favorite.
I puckered my lips and observed them, hating how much Sly looked like Dad. Luckily, the looks were all he
inherited from Dad.
An hour went by quickly, and we were already standing by the front door, saying goodbye to Wavel. Her
suitcase was already in the taxi’s trunk, and the driver was patiently waiting for her to get into the car.
“I will miss you, my darling. Call me when you get to the airport and I will guide you through boarding,”
Dad said, holding Wavel’s face in his hands with such tenderness. As if she was a porcelain doll.
“I’ll be fine, Daddy. Jack already explained everything to me. He flies a lot, you know?”
 Of course. Jack was, like, superman. He did everything. He was everything. Jack this, Jack that. Ugh,
enough! Just leave already.
“Alright, then.” Dad stepped back with a tight smile, letting Mom say goodbye.
She pulled Wavel into a tight hug. “Call me if you need anything, okay? And have fun.”
“Thanks, Mom. I will.”
Wavel turned to Sly when she was done being squeezed by Mom, and she smiled up at him with her usual
sweet smile. “I’ll see you soon, Sly. I left a book you’ll like on your bed. It’s only a short one, so you could read it
while I’m gone.”
Sly studied her with spiteful eyes, but she was oblivious to them. It once again proved that I was the only
one knowing what he really felt.
He disregarded her request but pulled her into a quick hug. “Be safe.”
“I will,” Wavel replied, smiling up at him again as he let go. “Jack’s a good guy.”
She kept saying that as if she needed to hear it herself to believe it. She sounded so fucking unsure, yet
excited to meet the man. Whatever would come from their encounter, at least she would have experienced the
outside world.
“I’ll miss you most, Caia,” Wavel said as she turned to me.
My brows shot up in surprise. She was full of shit, but I played along. “I’ll miss you the most too,” I told
her, hugging her for just a moment.
“When I’m back, I promise you can wear this sweater next,” she said, pointing at the teddy bear on her
body.
“Oh, that’s fine,” I replied, sounding as weirded out as I was. I didn’t want to wear that expensive sweater. It
wasn’t bought to be shared. Dad bought it for her and wearing it would only remind me of how little he loved
me.
“Okay, well…” Wavel turned to everyone and smile gently. “I’ll see you on Saturday. I love you guys.”
Mom and Dad followed her to the door and stopped in the doorway, watching their favorite child take a taxi
to the airport. It looked like an incredibly cringeworthy movie scene, and Mom’s tears made me feel some sort
of second-hand embarrassment.
Wavel got into the taxi and waved at us through the window. The heavy rain made it difficult for us to see
her expression, but if I weren’t mistaken, she hadn’t been smiling.
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I stood in Sly’s room, watching him sit on his couch and read. He had let me in but hadn’t said a word, so I stood
in silence, not wanting to bother him.
Half an hour passed, and I was still there, watching him, and I was starting to get bored. I pursed my lips
and walked over to the shelves, running my finger across the book spines. “Want to watch a movie?” I asked,
looking at him on the couch.
“No.”
Fine.
“Can I read with you then?”
“No, Caia.”
I turned to face him, thinking about what he might find interesting to do. “Do you want me to suck your
cock?”
His gaze shot up, and it looked like he was thinking about it.
“You can also fuck me. I don’t care. I’m bored, and I know you are too.”
He sighed and shook his head, lowering it again. “I’m not going to fuck you just because we’re bored.”
“Why not?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. “Are you scared we’ll get caught?”
“No.”
“Then why won’t you fuck me?”
“Because, Caia—” He sighed and ran a hand across his face. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Liar.”
“Whatever.”
“Is it because Wavel’s gone? I don’t get why you’re still so obsessed with her when she made it clear to you
that she doesn’t want you.”
I was being mean, but he needed to wake up. He was hung up on Wavel, and it was keeping him from
fucking me.
Wavel controlled my life even when she was on a damn trip to Vancouver.
“She’ll want me when she’s back.”
“How can you sound so sure?”
I watched him as he turned the page, then he looked up with a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “Because I am. I
kissed her, and I know she felt the same I did. She can have her fun with that jackass in Vancouver, but when
she comes back, it’s me she’ll want.”
The familiar feeling was back, ripping right through my heart.
He kissed her.
He kissed her!
“I don’t believe you. You just want to make me jealous,” I said through clenched teeth. My hands fisted at
my side. “Stop trying to make me jealous!”
“Trying to?” Sly laughed. “I don’t need to try, Caia. You are jealous. Always have been.”
Anger rose inside of me, and I stepped closer to him until I was standing in front of him. “I’m not jealous of
her! I hate her, but I’m not jealous! And you hate her too because she always comes first. We also hate Mom
and Dad because they don’t love us the way they should! That’s why we’re so alike, Sly. We understand each
other. We have the same minds.”
“Fuck, no. I’m not as fucked up as you.”
“Yes, you are!” I was trying not to raise my voice, but my attempts failed. “Otherwise, you would’ve never
fucked me. You took my virginity, Sly!”
“That didn’t mean shit!” He stood up, standing over me with his eyes looking down into mine. “I used you. I
didn’t see you when I was inside you. I saw her, and no matter how many more times I will fuck you, I will
always only see her.”
His words echoed in my mind, but they didn’t make sense. I slowly shook my head. “You’re lying. I know
you see me too. You would’ve never let us go so far. It was my virginity you took, and you own me now. And
when Wavel comes back, I know she will have lost hers too. But not to you.”
The anger in him made itself noticeable by the storm that was building in his eyes. His eyes turned dark,
and I braced myself for the waves to hit me.
His hand wrapped around my throat, and in one swift move, he slammed me down onto the couch, moving
over me. I’ve made him angry, but at least he was still here with me.
“You’re a fucking psychopath. I don’t love you. I will never love you. Get that into your sick brain!”
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to scream at him and tell him that he was just as sick. I couldn’t because his
hand was choking me, but the next thing he did should’ve been enough for him to see that he was just like me.
He reached down with his other hand and opened my jeans, then he slid his hand inside, cupping my pussy
and pressing his palm against my clit.
I started to feel dizzy from the lack of air, but I managed to breathe in when his grip loosened around my
neck. I watched his face as he started rubbing his palm against me, making my clit tingle with so much
excitement.
I moaned, and he lifted his hand to cover my mouth. “Quiet,” he ordered through gritted teeth, staring me
down with his sinister eyes.
God, he was the most beautiful man on this planet. I wondered if he knew that.
My body relaxed, and I continued to enjoy his touch, wishing he was already inside of me. I cried out in
frustration when his hands left my body, but they were on me again in seconds as he turned me around, making
me kneel on the couch and rest my elbows on the backrest. I turned my head to look at him, but he gripped my
hair and turned my head to make me face his bedroom door. “Don’t look at me,” he demanded, and I obeyed for
once.
He pulled down my jeans and left them around my knees before pulling aside the crotch of my panties to
expose my pussy. He muttered a curse, and a hard slap of his hand across my ass cheek sent a sharp pain
through my body.
“Wasn’t expecting you to wear panties. You usually like to present yourself naked under your clothes, don’t
you, slut?”
I nodded. I would agree with anything he said. “Yes.”
He didn’t question why I was wearing panties this time. I didn’t have an answer to that anyway.
I breathed heavily as he slapped my ass again, and I moaned loudly, unable to hold back the pleasure. He
reached forward and held his left hand over my mouth to shut me up while he started to unbuckle his belt with
the other.
Waves of excitement rushed through me, knowing he was about to fuck me again. I couldn’t get enough of
him, and this only proved that he couldn’t get enough of me either. The jealousy I had felt just minutes before
disappeared. It didn’t matter anymore if he had kissed her or not, because it would be my pussy he was going to
fuck again.
I arched my back and wiggled my ass, showing off my needy cunt. “Please,” I mumbled against his fingers.
“Fuck me.”
“Be fucking quiet! How dare you tell me what to do.”
Gosh…someone’s grumpy today.
I pressed my lips into a thin line to hide my grin. He wouldn’t have seen it anyway, but he probably
would’ve felt it.
He moved closer, and he led his tip to my slit, sliding it through it before pressing against my entrance.
“Good fucking thing you’re always so damn wet. You get wet just thinking of me, huh?”
I nodded.
“Goddammit,” he grunted just before slamming into me with a hard thrust.
I moaned, unable to hold back my voice, but he didn’t punish me this time. He started to fuck me hard,
showing no mercy unlike the two times he fucked me before. He was letting out his rage, using me as his
punching bag, and for the first time, he wasn’t calling me by my sister’s name.
“Fuuuck, Caia,” he groaned, making my heartbeat race in my chest faster than it ever did. “This tight cunt
will be sore for days once I’m done with you.”
“Yes, please,” I begged, my voice muffled.
His cock pushed deeper into me with every hard thrust, and I was about to pass out from the overwhelming
sensation when he suddenly stopped. He placed both hands on my hips and held me still while he was buried all
the way inside me. Then, his body shook, and I felt his warm cum fill my pussy.
I wanted to move to try and reach my climax too, but he wouldn’t let me. He was being selfish, and for
some strange reason, I found that insanely hot.
 I gave up and let him shoot his load into me, and after his groans extinguished, he pulled out breathing
heavily.
I let myself fall on the backrest, turning my head to look back at him. His pleased expression gave me
enough satisfaction in that moment, but I knew I would have to get off somehow before my body started to
complain.
“Pull up your pants. Don’t clean yourself. I like the idea of my cum drying on your pussy and inner thighs.”
His wishes were my commands.
No matter how dirty and sick they were.
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“Wavel hasn’t picked up her phone yet. She surely has landed in Vancouver already. It’s almost eight,” Mom said
in a worried tone.
I watched her as she played with her fingers and nervously shook her leg, seeming restless.
“Relax, Alanis. She probably forgot to turn off airplane mode on her phone. I’m sure she’s already been
picked up by Jack,” Dad told her, attempting to calm her.
“But what if something happened?”
“Nothing happened, Alanis. Our girl is fine.”
“And she’s probably keeping her phone on airplane mode to avoid you so she can actually enjoy her
weekend,” Sly said, defending Wavel unexpectedly.
I stayed out of the conversation.
I didn’t really care about Wavel.
All I cared about was the fact that Sly’s cum was still on and inside of me, and I wished I could smell it.
Mom and Dad ignored Sly’s suggestion, and Dad got up from the dining table with a loud sigh. “My patients
will arrive any minute. Kids, please go upstairs. Alanis, Wait for me in the bedroom.”
Mom was obedient, ready to head upstairs without putting up a fight. Sly and I, on the other hand, we
didn’t move.
“I would like to watch a movie in the living room,” Sly said, not really asking for permission.
“Me too,” I announced.
Dad looked at us, then sighed again. “Fine. But when my patients arrive, I want you to not say a word to
them. Am I clear?”
We both nodded.
“Do we have snacks?” Sly asked, looking at Mom because she was the cook of the house.
“I don’t think so, darling. I haven’t had a chance to go get groceries,” Mom replied.
“How about we go get snacks and groceries now? We can’t watch a movie without snacks,” he reminded us.
Mom looked unsure. “Now? It’s late…”
“No, it’s fine. Go get groceries if it means I get the house to myself for a while and can work with my
patients in peace.” Dad pulled out his wallet and handed it to Mom. “Make sure the fridge is full for the next few
days. Stock up.”
Fun.
A late-night trip to the grocery store with Sly and Mom.
I followed Sly and Mom to the garage, and once we all sat in the car, we drove out onto the road and
followed it to town.
The rain was heavy, and the wind blew the trees’ branches into every direction.
“Such horrible weather conditions can’t be good for airplanes, can they?” Mom asked in the passenger seat,
seeking an answer from Sly by looking over at him.
“It depends on the altitude, Mom. I’m sure Wavel’s fine. Planes can endure a lot.”
Their conversation died down, and the radio was the only noise in our ears other than the rain slamming
onto the car. Rainstorms were so calming. They helped with the storms raging inside of my head.
“What the hell is that?” Sly muttered, slowing down the truck before stopping on the road.
I moved to the middle of the back bench to look ahead, and every time the windshield wipers moved over
the glass, I caught a glimpse of something big lying in the middle of the road.
“Looks like a deer,” Mom said, leaning forward to try and get a closer look. “Someone must’ve hit it while it
crossed the road. Shame they just left it lying there.”
Sly sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “I need to move it. I almost didn’t see it, and I don’t want the next
car to hit it.”
Sly was compassionate and helpful when he wanted to be. That was mostly the case with strangers though,
and rarely with his family.
“I’ll need help. It’s huge, and it’ll probably be heavy,” he said, hinting for us to get out of the car with him.
We weren’t wearing raincoats or boots, but we were on a quest to get that animal off the road, so we didn’t care
about getting wet.
 I was drenched the second I stepped out of the car. Sly had left the headlights on, and as we moved closer to
the animal, we studied it, unsure how to handle it.
“Grab its back legs, I’ll pull from the front,” he told us.
Mom and I walked around the animal, and as she leaned down to grab one of its legs, I noticed its eye
twitching.
“Wait,” I said, holding out my hand to stop her. “I think it’s still alive.”
“It’s dead, Caia. Come on, help us,” Sly said, reaching down to grab the deer’s front legs.
“Shit!” He stumbled backwards as the deer jumped up.
Mom and I jumped, startled by its sudden movement, and we watched the deer skip across the road and
down the steep slope leading into a ditch.
I was fascinated by how majestic that animal was, and I followed it, stopping right at the edge. I looked
down, hoping to get one more glimpse at the deer, but what I saw instead made my heart stop.
I froze, unable to move. I didn’t blink, no matter how hard the raindrops hit my sensitive eyelashes.
Sly called out to me, but I didn’t take my eyes off the horrifying scene down in the ditch. Nothing around
me sounded the same anymore. It was as if I was drowning myself, and the water filled my ears, making every
sound surrounding me muffled.
They came to stand beside me, and the agonizing scream Mom let out shook me to my core when she saw
what I was seeing. It was loud again. The rain was hitting my face in a punishing way, and Mom wouldn’t stop
screaming.
She just wouldn’t stop.
Until there was nothing.
Silence.
Darkness.
A void.
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Wavel never made it to Vancouver.

She didn’t make it to the airport either.
In fact, she didn’t even make it two miles away from our house. It turned out the taxi she was in came off
the road after hitting that deer. It didn’t hit it hard enough to kill it, but the deer kept lying there. Almost as if it
knew we were going to town that night, and it wanted us to know about the accident.
Wavel died only a few minutes after leaving the house, and we had no idea. She had been dead for almost
five hours before we found here in that ditch. She had been thrown out the window, hitting a large tree, before
the taxi slammed into her. As if the first part of her death wasn’t already enough.
The taxi driver didn’t survive either. He was still inside, and he got trapped, unable to get out of the car. He
was crushed to death, just like Wavel.
It didn’t rain on the day Wavel was buried. Surprising, really, because the rain never seemed to stop in our
town. Mom said it was a sign from Wavel. That she was the one making the sun shine on her funeral, and to tell
us that she was okay.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to believe her. All I knew was Wavel wasn’t coming back, and I felt guilty, thinking
her death had something to do with me and the way I wished she were dead.
I pushed that guilt away, telling myself that it couldn’t have been my fault. If there was a God, I was the last
person he or she or it would’ve listened to. I was a nobody with no fate in anything and I had a sick brain. I
didn’t deserve to be heard by a higher power.
I stopped thinking about the night Wavel died because it didn’t help my mental state. I needed to let it go,
just like Mom and Dad had.
The evening after the funeral, Mom cooked a big meal, and we sat at the table, eating in silence. And after
the funeral, Mom was already cleaning out Wavel’s room. Dad got angry at first, not understanding why Mom
would get rid of everything Wavel ever owned, but when she told him that she simply didn’t want to have
anything to remind her of Wavel in the house, Dad changed his mind and agreed, then he helped her get rid of
everything.
All of her clothes, her school stuff, and her furniture was taken to the basement. I didn’t even get to claim
some of Wavel’s clothes.
I guessed I would be a big enough of a reminder that they used to have two daughters. At first I thought
maybe Mom would hate me for still being alive while her favorite daughter was gone, but she didn’t seem to
mind. She smiled at me and talked to me since Wavel’s passing, which I never would’ve expected.
She even kissed my forehead once, and she asked me what I wanted to eat for dinner a couple of times.
When Wavel was still here, the kind of attention mom was giving me now was all I wanted. I just wanted to
be seen and included, but I wanted it to be that way with Wavel around.
Months went by, and my parents never said Wavel’s name ever again. It was as if they had forgotten about
her. As if all the years they spent loving on her never existed.
During all this, Sly was the one who had the hardest time accepting Wavel’s death. That didn’t come as a
surprise. The night we found her lifeless body was the night Sly stopped talking.
He locked himself in his room often, and whenever he came out, he sat around us in silence. I didn’t blame
him. He loved her. Not the way we loved her. I needed a moment, but I was finally able to admit that Sly would
never love me the way he loved Wavel.
There was one thing that stopped right after her death. I wasn’t jealous. Not anymore. Because there was
nothing left to be jealous of.
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It's been five months, and I still missed her.

I thought about her a lot, and wondered where we would be if she were still here. She never got to meet
Jack. Breaking the news to him wasn’t easy. He didn’t believe Dad at first, but after a long phone call, Jack
accepted it and apologized, thinking it was his fault Wavel died.
It was no one’s fault. No one could’ve seen that coming. He felt bad that it wasn’t him taking the flight to
Seattle, instead he made Wavel take the trip.
Mom invited him to come spend a few days with us, but Jack never actually came. He wouldn’t come. Why
would he? He wouldn’t find Wavel. Only a broken family that acted like nothing ever happened.
Well, I wasn’t broken. I was upset and worried.
Worried about Sly because he still wasn’t speaking to us. He sat with us most dinners, but most of the time
he was locked in his bedroom.
He lost some weight, and his hair was growing without direction. It was longer than usual, but he kept
shaving his face which told me that he was looking after himself in some way.
It was a Sunday, and Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room, each reading a newspaper in silence. I
sat with them for a while, but decided I finally needed to check on Sly. I couldn’t keep living around him, acting
like I didn’t care about him. Like I didn’t still love him.
I headed upstairs, passing Wavel’s empty room before stopping in front of Sly’s bedroom door. I stood there
for a moment, leaning against the door with my eyes closed. Then, I finally lifted my fist to knock. “Sly?” I called
out to him softly. Saying his name almost brought me to tears. I missed him so much. “Sly, will you let me in?”
I waited for him to respond, but when he didn’t, I decided that maybe he wasn’t ready to talk yet. I sighed,
sliding my hand along the door, and turning back around to leave.
The lock turned just as I took a step, and I looked back again to see Sly standing in the open door. His eyes
looked sad, but the curl at the corners of his lips told me that he was trying to smile.
“Come in,” he said, letting me hear his perfect voice.
It was then that I couldn’t hold back my emotions. A sob bubbled up in my throat, and I held the back of my
hand over my mouth, trying not to cry. But it was too late. Tears streamed down my face, and my body started
shaking. “I miss you, and I miss her,” I cried, hoping I wasn’t pushing him away by saying that.
He watched me with pain in his eyes. Seeing him like this made me want to run away, but I decided to run
into his arms instead.
“Please don’t shut me out again. I can’t live without you, Sly,” I sobbed, pressing the side of my face into his
chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist, holding on to him tightly.
He wasn’t hugging me back at first, but when his arms finally came around me, my body relaxed
immediately. I let out another sob, unable to control my emotions.
“Shhh, you’re okay. Please don’t cry,” he whispered against the top of my head.
He had changed. All this time he spent by himself and not talking to us made him change, but that didn’t
mean he would finally let me get close to his heart.
Even if that had been my goal all my life, I didn’t feel like pushing him that far. Not when we were both this
fragile.
We stayed there with our arms around each other for a long time, and when I finally calmed down, I turned
my head to look up at him. I sniffed, trying to find the right words to say. “I couldn’t stay away any longer, Sly. I
hated seeing you so…so broken.”
He looked down at me with gentle eyes. His expression had softened, which kept me calm. His hand moved
from my lower back to my waist, then he lifted one hand and cupped the back of my head, sliding his fingers
into my hair. “I needed time to think about what happened. I sometimes still can’t wrap my head around her
being gone. She’s all I think about.”
I kept my eyes on him, and I was glad the jealousy I had worked so hard for to get rid of didn’t reappear
after hearing his words.
“I know. She’s all I think about too.”
I studied him, trying to figure out how to keep this conversation going. I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted
to be with him. Spend time with him.
 I didn’t want him to feel alone anymore.
“It’s okay if you say no, but would you like to watch a movie with me?” I sounded desperate, but I was just
hopeful.
“Okay.” He smiled, surprising me with his response.
“Okay?”
“Yeah. Let’s watch a movie.”
I reacted before he could change his mind. I grabbed his hands and pushed him into his room. “What movie
do you want to watch?” I asked, walking over to the couch with him.
“You choose.”
It took me a minute to find a movie that wasn’t upsetting to us, and which would make out situation worse.
I decided to go with a comedy we had both watched already, knowing it would make us feel good…and maybe
even laugh.
I kept looking over at Sly, wanting to make sure he was okay. He seemed relaxed, but I knew deep down he
was struggling.
I wanted to reach out and hold his hand, and I wanted to hold him. But I wasn’t brave enough to do that.
Sly could read my mind though. It was something he had always been good at, although I wasn’t sure he
knew.
He turned his head and looked at me with a gentle expression, then he reached for my hand and pulled it
into his lap. He locked his fingers with mine, then placed his other hand on top of mine. A smile tugged at my
lips, and I let him hold my hand as we continued to watch the movie.
Minutes before the movie ended, a sob escaped him, and it made me turn my head to look at him. He was
staring straight ahead, and when I looked closer, I noticed his teary eyes. His left hand lifted to his face, covering
his eyes, and I immediately moved closer to give him a big hug.
I rested my forehead against the side of his head, with my arms resting around his neck. I didn’t know what
to say to him to make him feel better. I didn’t think there was anything I could say anyway, so I stayed quiet and
kept holding him as he cried silently, leaning against me.
With time, his emotions affected me, and I started crying too. He moved, pulling me onto his lap and
wrapping his arms around my waist. I pressed my body against his while straddling his lap, and we both hid our
faces in each other’s necks.
“You’re the closest I can be to her. Be my Wavel. Please.”
He was begging me for something I wasn’t sure I could give him. I had been his Wavel before, but it fucked
with both our heads. If I could, I would make him be my Wavel too, but that wouldn’t work out, and he would
never do it for me.
I couldn’t accept this.
Wavel was gone and she wasn’t coming back, and now he was asking something so big of me. He wanted to
use me again, and I wasn’t sure my heart could take it.
I swallowed hard, unsure about my answer.
I couldn’t lie to him, but I didn’t want to upset him. He was sad enough, and if me helping him meant to
have him back the way I did before Wavel’s death, then I would do it for him.
“I’ll try my best to be your Wavel,” I whispered, hoping my answer was enough.
He hugged me tighter, and I closed my eyes, wishing our lives were easier.
Chapter 38

SLY

I knew it was wrong to expect her to act like her dead twin sister when she was hurting just as much as I was,
but it’s been five months, and the void I felt because of Wavel’s death was still there.
I couldn’t get my mind off Wavel. I wanted to be alone, and so I stayed away from my family. It was hard to
admit, but I was relieved when Caia knocked on my door earlier. I knew she had been wanting to check on me
before, but I kept ignoring and getting out of her way.
Then, when she was in my arms, all the negative emotions that I bottled up inside of me finally had a way
to escape. Holding Caia made me realize how important she was to me. But again…I would never admit to that. I
wasn’t ready to.
It shouldn’t have surprised me that she agreed to being my Wavel again. She had agreed to it before, and
because she wanted to please me, she did it again.
I should’ve thanked her, but I wanted to keep sitting there in silence, with her in my lap, and our arms
around each other.
The movie ended a while ago, and when my stomach growled, Caia leaned back to look at me with worried
eyes. “You haven’t been eating a lot lately. I can get you something to eat if you don’t want to go downstairs,”
she offered.
Had she always been this sweet and courteous? Yes. I just never looked past the way she looked. She was
never really Caia to me. She was just someone I used for my own pleasure. And the craziest part was that she let
me use her.
I shook my head, resting my hands on her thighs. “Thank you, but I’ll come with you. I’ve locked myself up
here for way too long. Are Mom and Dad downstairs?”
She nodded, looking pleased with my decision. “They’re in the living room. They’ll be happy to have you
around for a while.”
I studied her, noticing that her face changed between Wavel’s and her own. I was never able to tell them
apart, but my brain was playing tricks on me, letting me see Wavel, then Caia, then Wavel again.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said quietly, lifting my hands to cup her face.
She knew my words weren’t meant for her, but for Wavel. Yet, she played along because it made us both
feel good. “Thank you, Sly. Now, let’s go get you something to eat.”
Before she could get off my lap, I held her to me and leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips moved gently
against mine, and I deepened the kiss by tilting my head to the side and dipping my tongue into her mouth.
She melted into me, and I dropped one hand to her hip, pulling her tighter against me. I’ve missed her body
on mine, and I missed those sweet lips.
When I broke the kiss, I smiled at her before helping her up. I reached for her hand and kept it in mine as
we headed downstairs. Once we reached the living room, Mom and Dad turned their heads to look at us. Their
eyes went to our interlocked fingers, then they lifted to our faces. Dad nodded, acknowledging me, and
understanding that I was finally coming back out of my shell.
Mom smiled at me, putting down the newspaper. “Can I get you something, sweetheart? There are leftovers
in the fridge.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll get it myself.”
She nodded, then looked at Caia before her gaze dropped to our hands again. She was allowed to judge, but
I wasn’t going to justify myself. I needed my sister close.
“Okay. We’re going to bed soon. We’ll come say goodnight in a bit.”
I nodded before turning and walking through the dining room and into the kitchen with Caia. She let go of
my hand to open the fridge. “Sit, I’ll warm this up for you.”
She was being so damn caring.
If Wavel was still alive, Caia’s behavior would’ve been sickening. I’d be annoyed with her kindness and
would’ve probably shouted at her to stay away from me.
It was different now. I needed her. She was slowly guiding me out of the darkness, and I knew in the end I
would be grateful for it.
I couldn’t express my gratitude yet. Not before I was back to who I was before.

CAIA
 I sat next to him in silence while he ate. Mom and Dad had come to say goodnight earlier, and once they
left, I got up and opened the fridge to take out the small bowl of chocolate mousse.
“There’s dessert. Chocolate mousse,” I told him in a cheery voice. I didn’t want to step too close to him, but
I decided that being cheerful was better than being depressed.
“Sounds good,” he said with a tight smile.
I hadn’t expected him to kiss me earlier, but I figured he really needed it. I was his Wavel again, and even if
I still had to wrap my head around the fact that he wasn’t in love with me, I played along to keep him happy.
I grabbed a spoon out of the drawer and sat back down next to him. Once he was done eating his dinner and
dessert, I grabbed the plates and put them into the dishwasher.
“Are you ready to go to bed or do you want to watch another movie?”
“You’re acting like my personal nurse.”
I turned to look at him with a frown, then I laughed softly. “I’m just looking out for you, Sly.”
“And I don’t know why you do it when I give you nothing in return.”
His words lingered on my mind for a moment. I slowly shook my head. “That’s not true. I do get something
in return.” I walked over to him and stood beside him, placing my hand on his back, and rubbing along it gently.
“I get you. I get to be close to you. I know you think I’m crazy and obsessed, but you have no idea what being
near you gives me. Especially now.”
He was looking at his hands with a crease between his brows, letting my words sink in. Then, he nodded,
turning his head to look at me. “Yeah, especially now.”
I smiled gently, glad he understood. “Now…do you want to watch a movie or go to sleep?”
“Sleep. I’ve not done that a lot lately.”
It was strange, and it seemed like our roles had switched. Since Wavel’s death, I found comfort in sleeping.
It was the one time of day I got to shut off my brain and not think about all the bad things.
“Okay, let’s go sleep then.”
“Will you come sleep in my bed tonight?”
I stopped, thinking about my answer for a moment. “Do you want me to?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Okay. Then, I’ll sleep in your bed tonight,” I said with a soft smile.
We went upstairs to his room, and while he went to brush his teeth and get ready for bed, I undressed to
my panties and t-shirt, and crawled under his covers.
When I talked about not being crazy and obsessed, I was lying. I was still obsessed with him I was simply
taking a step back and not showing how I really felt. I was playing a role. I was his Wavel, and Wavel would’ve
never acted as crazed as Caia used to.
The thing that kept me sane was the fact that I was still the one getting his attention. I was the one he
kissed earlier, and I was the one he would keep kissing in the future. I didn’t care how long he wanted to use
me.
Sly came out of the bathroom with only boxers on, and I watched him as he climbed into bed next to me.
He lifted the covers and got under them with me, and with one hand on my waist, he pulled me to him. I slid my
leg between his and rested my hand on his chest.
We didn’t speak as we held each other. He kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes to seize the moment.
Things would soon get better for him. I knew they would. With my help, and with time, Sly would slowly go back
to normal.
Chapter 39

SLY

It’s been two weeks of having her in my bed, and I started to see a change. Not only in myself, but also in the
way I saw her. Yes, I still missed Wavel, but whenever I looked at Caia, my mind told me to stop playing games
with her.
It wasn’t her fault Wavel was gone, although I had been wanting to blame it all on Caia before. But I kept to
myself and let reality hit me. Wavel’s death was no one’s fault. It was a stupid freak-accident, and nobody
could’ve done anything about it. Sure, maybe I could’ve been persistent and not let her go to Canada, but at the
time, I loved her too much not to let her go.
I imagined her going to meet Jack—who actually turned out to be a nice guy—and when she returned, she
would confess her love for me. I still remembered that kiss in her bedroom days before she left, and I knew that
if she ever came back, I could’ve changed her mind and made her love me.
I thought about that a lot, then concluded that Wavel and I were never meant to be. Caia and I, on the other
hand, had a special bond I never knew existed.
Or…I knew it existed, but I never wanted to accept it.
It was early in the morning, and I held her close to my body, with my arms wrapped around her, and her
head nestled into my chest. I had a lot of time to think about things, and whenever I hit a dead-end, Caia
appeared in my mind, helping me out.
I had been watching her a lot while she slept, and I often sat there in silence as she read a book. Although
she looked just like Wavel, and my heart still tried to find a way to keep making me see her, Caia was the one I
was slowly falling for.
I reflected on things I should’ve dealt with years ago. I never saw Caia as my sister. I saw her as someone
who was simply there. As a little boy, I had always promised my parents that I would be the best big brother on
the planet, but when Wavel fell sick, it was her I was set to protect.
Caia never got any of the love and protection I gave to Wavel, and only now I started to realize how fucked
up that was. As a little kid, it didn’t occur to me to mind that maybe Wavel wasn’t the only one needing all that
attention, but now that I was older, and now that Caia was the only sister I had left, I minded. I minded a whole
fucking lot, and I wished I could turn back time and give them both equally as much love.
Maybe then, things would’ve been different. Maybe then, Wavel would’ve still been alive. And maybe then,
Caia and I wouldn’t have turned out sick in the head.
I brushed through her long blonde hair, loving the silky feel against my fingers. I pressed a kiss to her
forehead and pulled her even closer. Her body pressed against mine, and as she moved, I lowered my head to
look at her face.
Her eyes were still closed, her lashes brushing against her cheekbones. Her lips were slightly parted, but
she was breathing through her nose, slowly, and way too quietly.
I had learned to listen to her in the past couple of days, and the first night I lay awake next to her sleeping
self, I had to check if she was still breathing because she did it so quietly.
Caia was beautiful and so damn calm, but I knew inside of her raged a storm. One she kept to herself ever
since Wavel died. I knew she was doing better with me by her side, but I unlike her, I never asked her if she
wanted to talk about it. I wasn’t ready to ask her. Soon, I would ask her.
I watched her closely, never taking my eyes off her pretty face. She was flawless. Her cheeks were flushed,
probably from the heat we were generating under the covers. Her eyes slowly opened, and the tip of her tongue
came out to wet her lips. I kept my eyes on her until her gaze met mine, and the small smile she gave me made
my damn heart melt.
“Hi,” she whispered, closing her eyes again because they were too tired to stay open.
“Hey,” I whispered back, lifting my right hand to cup her face. I brushed my thumb across her cheek and
pressed another kiss to her forehead. “Caia…”
Her head turned, and she looked at me wide-eyed. She hadn’t expected me to call her by her name, but she
was pleased that I did.
“Yes?”
I studied her closely. There were things I wanted to say to her, ask her. But most of all, I wanted to be
inside her. My questions could wait.
 “Nothing.” I leaned closer and turned her head to the side, kissing her neck. “I need you,” I breathed.
“I need you too,” she replied, relieved to hear my words. “I love you, Sly.”
She told me she loved me many times before, but I never said anything back. I had wanted to when she was
still Wavel to me, but even then, it didn’t feel right.
Now, with my mind and ideas of her slowly changing, saying that I loved her didn’t seem so out of reach. I
was going to say it, but I needed more time.
I kissed her neck and made her turn onto her back. Sliding my hand down to her stomach, I lifted her shirt
and placed my hand on it flat. Her breathing got faster, and a moan escaped her when I moved my hand higher
to cup her tit. I squeezed it gently and moved over her, sliding my leg between hers.
She parted them for me, and I pressed my dick against her crotch, feeling the heat coming from her wet
pussy.
“I need to be inside you,” I told her. “Will you let me?”
“Yes. Always,” she replied.
Of course. Because she loved me.
“I promise I will love you back. I promise I will, but I can’t right now. Not yet,” I said, sounding as desperate
as I felt. I wanted to love her so bad, I wanted her to be mine, and I wanted to see that glow in her eyes when I
tell her that I love her. I couldn’t say those words to her yet.
“It’s okay,” she whispered, sliding her hands into my hair. “It’s okay. You don’t have to love me yet. I know
you’re not ready to, but I’ll be right here, waiting,” she promised.
She was too damn good for me.
Maybe that was the reason why I was never able to let her in. I feared these big feelings. Of finding true
love in the one I had pushed away all these years.
Caia was the one for me.
All I had to do was be patient with my heart and mind, and to let them accept what I truly felt and wanted.
I pulled down her panties and my boxers before rubbing my cock and sliding into her with ease. Her body
was willing. She wasn’t rejecting me. On the contrary…she was sucking me in.
I fell into a trance-like state as I thrusted into her, with her nails digging into my back, and her legs
wrapped tightly around me hips.
I groaned as her pussy continued to squeeze my dick. It was easy reaching a climax fucking her. Old me
wouldn’t have let her come, but the idea of having an orgasm at the same time made my heart race. I needed it,
and I wanted her to feel the same as me.
“Sly, please,” she begged, tilting her head back and exposing her neck to me. I placed kisses to it, sucking
and nibbling at her soft skin as I kept thrusting into her tightness.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, slowing down my movements but slamming into her harder. “Come, baby. Let me
feel that pussy squeeze my dick.”
She moaned, sounding so damn sexy. Caia was always so fucking sensual and aware of her body. It once
made me wonder if Wavel was the same, but I stopped thinking about that a while ago. I didn’t miss the idea of
having sex with Wavel. I simply missed the idea of having her around.
Caia’s legs shook, then they tensed, and her body stilled. “AAH!”
I didn’t even try to hold back. I shot my release into her, burying myself deep into her. My cum filled her as
my dick throbbed, and with my arms giving in, I let myself fall on top of her. We breathed heavily, and we gave
each other the time we needed to come back down from our high.
After a while, I broke the silence. “We should talk about this with Dad. About us. About Wavel no longer
being with us. Maybe he can help us.”
Caia’s breath felt warm against my neck. “He’s not a real psychologist.”
“I know, but he’s the closest thing to one. And we can’t talk about this to people we don’t know. What we’re
doing is illegal, and I don’t want to risk having a stranger call the cops on us. Dad would keep it to himself.”
At least, I hoped he would.
But I needed to talk about this.
About everything.
Caia was quiet for a while, then she let out a sigh and nodded. “Okay.”
I turned my head and kissed her cheek. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be good for us,” I whispered, pressing another
kiss to the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes moved to mine, and a small smile touched her lips. “Okay. I trust you.”
Chapter 40

CAIA

We stayed in bed for hours before we went to take a shower together, and after getting dressed, we headed
downstairs to find Mom and Dad sitting at the dining table, eating breakfast.
“Morning, kids,” Dad said.
“Morning,” I replied, looking at the food on the table. “Can we join?”
“Of course.”
I looked at Sly and smiled, nodding to the chairs before us. We each pulled one back and sat down, and as
Dad poured us some orange juice, I reached for the slices of freshly baked bread in the middle of the table.
I placed one slice on Sly’s plate, giving him another smile. I wanted to assure him that I was okay, and I
hoped he was doing okay too. He wasn’t smiling, but his face was relaxed and his eyes bright. He wasn’t angry or
upset. Maybe the past days of being by his side had helped a little.
Things felt strange between us. Our family wasn’t what it once was, and although I never really liked the
way it had been, I wasn’t so keen on what we’d become either.
I changed too. I wasn’t as angry as I once was, and while it felt good not living in a constant bubble of
negativity, I missed the comfort of it.
Mom and Dad were talking to me, and Sly wanted me by his side. I wasn’t a burden anymore. I was being
valued as a family member. It was something I always wanted. To be seen by them. But I knew it was only
because Wavel wasn’t here. They had lost the one person they always put first, and now that she was gone, there
was a void to fill.
I could never fully fill that void. Maybe by looking like her. But never by becoming her.
It had worked for Sly. At least for now it worked.
“Dad.”
“Yes, son?”
I looked up from my plate to follow their conversation. It’s been weeks since Sly last talked to them, and I
could see it in Dad’s face that he was pleased to have his son finally talk to him again.
“You’re a psychologist,” Sly stated, taking a moment to think before continuing. “Caia and I need a consult.”
I moved my gaze to Dad, looking just as surprised. “A consult? Son, you know I don’t do those type of
consults. I’m not a doctor.”
“Yes, you are. You hold meetings every week with people who need your help. Now, Caia and I need your
help, so I need you to help us.” Sly sounded desperate, his voice shaky. He was gripping the knife tightly in his
hand, and his body tensed. I reached out my hand and placed it on his thigh to calm him.
I didn’t expect him to ask Dad for help.
Dad ran his fingers through his hair with a heady sigh. “What do you need help with?”
“Getting over Wavel’s death.”
“Can’t you talk about that with your mother?”
Sly’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the knife tighter. “I don’t want to talk about that with her. I want
to talk to a doctor, and you are one. I don’t care what kind of doctor you are and what kind of people you help.
Your two kids who are still alive need your help, so you help them.”
It was an order, but Dad still looked unsure. He sighed again, shaking his head slowly. “I’m not going to be
much help, Sly.”
“Then try.”
Dad looked at Mom, silently asking for help, but she stayed quiet.
“Fine. We’ll talk.”
Sly nodded, then we continued to eat in silence. While Mom started to clean up in the dining room, Sly and
I followed Dad to his office. We never spent much time in there. We never had a reason to, but Dad wouldn’t
want us in there either.
“Sit,” he told us, pointing at the two leather chairs in front of his desk.
“How come it’s taken you so long to want to talk about the accident?” he asked Sly who raised a brow.
It was a stupid question. Shouldn’t he know that everyone dealt with death differently?
“Because I wanted to process it first. And now I would like a doctor to help me deal with the pain and
aftermath of losing my sister.”
 “I’m not a doctor.”
“Then why the fuck do you call yourself one? And how the fuck did you and Mom move on from Wavel’s
death as if you didn’t care?”
Valid question. I had asked myself the same.
Dad cleared his throat and leaned forward, resting his elbows onto the desk. His gaze was lowered, and I
could hear him think. At least he was trying. He could’ve shut us out.
“It might not have seemed like it, but it was hard for your mother and me to move on from what happened,
but we decided not to let that ruin our lives. We love and miss Wavel with all our hearts, but she would’ve
wanted us to be happy. That’s why we keep living without thinking about her not being here anymore. We found
that reading newspapers and doing Sudoku puzzles help distract us. Maybe you can find something that will
help you take your mind off it too.”
“Do you still think about her?” Sly asked.
“Of course. And you know we go visit her grave every now and then. But we don’t let her passing affect our
lives.”
“But, how?” I asked, needing to be part of this conversation. “How can you not let it affect your lives, yet it’s
what has defined our lives so immensely.”
Dad looked at me, and for the first time in…forever, I felt seen by him. “Wavel has defined our lives even
before she died. She was our little angel.”
His words made an emotion I had worked so hard for to disappeared spark again. Stupid jealousy. I was
never their angel. I was the devil. The one that sat on one side of someone’s shoulder with a pitchfork in hand. I
wasn’t loved. Not by my parents, and not by Sly.
I dropped my gaze and played with my fingers, wishing I could leave the room. I didn’t want to sit there and
listen to him talk so passionately about Wavel when he never in his live felt the same about me. I was Wavel’s
twin, but even if I weren’t, he should’ve loved me just the same.
Sly touched my hands, surprising me with his gesture. I looked up at him and saw him smile with a
determined gleam in his eyes. My heartbeat fastened, realizing he was about to say something that could change
this family forever.
“There is something I’ve been doing to distract myself. I’m spending more time with Caia. We watch
movies, read books, and I’ve been watching her paint. She doesn’t know, but I have. I used her at first. When
Wavel was still around, I used Caia to be closer to Wavel. I’ve always wanted to be closer to Wavel, but she was
such an independent girl. So confident. So selfless. I failed at any attempt to get closer to her, and Caia was the
next best thing.”
I listened to his words carefully. They made me angry and jealous, but I stayed calm. I needed to because I
knew where this story was going.
“What are you talking about, son?”
Sly squeezed my hand, and I turned it around to slide my fingers through his. His palm pressed against
mine, and I looked down to avoid Dad’s critical gaze.
“I’m talking about my love for Wavel. I was in love with her. Always had been. Since the day she got sick, I
knew I needed to protect her. I needed to love her, and that’s what I’ve been doing for years. She was the love of
my life, until she wasn’t. She left me, died in a fucking accident, and I never got to make her love me. I was
obsessed with her, Dad.”
Jealousy.
Stupid jealousy!
Dad cleared his throat and chuckled nervously. “Well, I take it that’s a bit much for brotherly love, son.
You’re exaggerating.”
“No, I’m not. I was in love with her. I wanted to kiss her. Sleep with her. Hell, I wanted to start a family
with her,” he admitted, laughing. “Shit, I did kiss her. A few nights before she left, I kissed her, and I told her
that if she kissed that Jack guy and it didn’t feel as good as kissing me, she should’ve become mine. But she
never kissed him. She never even got to meet him in person. God, what a fucking shitshow!” He laughed, and I
started to feel uncomfortable. I hated the way he talked about Wavel even though she was long gone. He said he
used to love her, but I didn’t think he was already over her. He still loved her, and it made my heart ache.
“Son, do you need me to make an appointment with a real psychologist?”
“You are a real psychologist, so you listen to me!”
“Sly—”
 “No, Dad, you listen to me now!”
I swallowed hard, wishing I could pull my hand away from his. But he was holding mine so tightly.
“I used Caia. Made her play a role so I could live my darkest fantasies about Wavel. I made Caia be my
Wavel. We had sex. We’re still having sex. I always thought I was going to end up with Wavel, but now that I
don’t have her anymore, I had to move on. And Caia was right here.”
He turned to look at me, but I didn’t dare to meet his gaze. I didn’t want him to see my pain and anger. And
I especially didn’t want him to see my jealousy. He hated when I was jealous.
“I couldn’t love Wavel anymore, but I think I’m falling in love with Caia instead.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. Hearing him say those words was all I ever wanted, and now that I
heard them, I wanted him to take it back.
“You can’t be serious,” Dad whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. “Are you trying to mess with me? Is
that it, son?”
“No, I’m not messing with you, Dad.”
“Caia,” Dad said, sounding as helpless as ever. “Caia, please tell me he’s lying. You two haven’t…”
“Yes, we have, and we’ll continue to,” Sly replied.
I kept quiet. I didn’t know what to say.
I didn’t even know what to feel anymore.
Chapter 41

SLY

Caia sat on the side of my bed with her head low and her hands in her lap. I watched her closely as the silence
surrounding us got louder. We left Dad’s office after he asked us to leave, and before Caia could walk away from
me, I pulled her in here.
I knew my words were hurtful, but I thought that once she heard how I felt, she would be happy. She
wasn’t. She was upset, and I knew it was because of what I said about Wavel.
I knew I wasn’t an easy person to understand, but I hoped that she out of all people would be the one to
comprehend how I felt.
But shit…sometimes I didn’t understand myself. Just a couple of days ago I didn’t know what my heart
wanted. Twenty minutes ago, I admitted to be falling in love with Caia in front of Dad, and right now, I wanted
to confess my unconditional love for her.
My mind was all over the place, but I always listened to my heart first. I couldn’t betray myself.
“Caia,” I said, keeping my voice low.
She didn’t look up, but her brows furrowed, and I knew she was listening.
“I’m sorry. I know you’re angry, and I know the things I said weren’t nice to hear, but I had to say them.” I
kept my eyes on her, wishing she would look at me. “Caia, hey…”
I pushed off the desk I was leaned against and crouched down in front of her, placing my hands on her
knees and caging her in, in case she wanted to run.
“Caia, look at me. Please,” I whispered, trying to find her eyes. Strands of her hair fell over her face as she
turned her head, and I reached up with my right hand to tuck them behind her ear. Her eyes finally met mine.
“I understand that you’re angry. That’s fine. What I said in there was hard to hear, but it was hard for me to
speak my mind. I need you to talk to me. What’s on your mind?”
She studied me closely as her eyes took in every inch of my face. She played with her fingers, and I placed
my left hand on hers as an attempt to calm her. “Talk to me, baby.”
“You told him we had sex. What if they kick us out?”
I frowned. “They won’t kick us out. We’re their kids. They must accept what we have.”
“How? You saw the way Dad looked at us. He was disgusted. Mom will be too. They’ll hate us.”
I tensed, clenching my jaw and I already regretted what I said next. “Nothing new to you.”
Her face went pale, and I wanted to kick myself in the balls for saying that so damn boldly. But sadly, it was
the truth. Mom and Dad never loved Caia. Not even now that Wavel was gone.
Tears stung her eyes, and she looked away again. “One more reason why they should kick me out.”
“But they won’t. I won’t allow it. The thing is, Caia, they hate themselves too. Do you think normal people
without issues live so miserably? Mom and Dad are sick people. They’ve been living in this house all alone
before we were born, and they rarely go out. They don’t see other people, other than Dad’s patients, but those
are sick people too. They had us and made us sick too. The way we live…the way our family works, it’s not
normal. It’s never been healthy, and nothing will ever change here. They won’t kick us out. They made us this
way, and now they have to live with the consequences.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. I hated that I was making her cry, but she had to learn the truth. I had been
oblivious to what was really going on in this family for years, but then I started to realize things.
Her gaze lifted to mine, and I finally got to see her beautiful eyes. She looked unsure, but determination
soon took over. “Do you really love me?” she asked, straightening up her back as she sobbed.
“Yes, I do. I love you, and it turns out that I’m just as obsessed with you as you are with me. I think I have
been all along, otherwise I would’ve never made you play my twisted games. If I’ve never loved you, I never
would’ve made you be my Wavel.”
“I’m the next best thing to her,” she whispered, dropping her gaze to her hands again. “How can I believe
you? I look just like her. You still have her. She’s still here because of me somehow.”
“No, she’s not. Wavel’s dead.”
“BUT I LOOK LIKE HER!” Her words echoed in my room, and I was taken aback from the rage her voice
carried. “How can you look at me and not still see her? How can you say those things to me without thinking of
her?”
“Because she’s not here, Caia!” I raised my voice to make a point, but I startled us both with it. I sighed and
lowered my head, needing a moment to collect my thoughts. I looked at her again when determination hit. “I
can understand why you don’t believe me. It wasn’t easy for me to accept it, but I can’t change how I feel. I love
you, and if you don’t believe me, I will prove it to you. I will show and tell you that I love you until you believe
me.”
She looked at me with eyes full of worry. She was scared, but most of all, she felt alone. She had been by my
side all these years, and lately, she had been doing everything she could to make me feel better. She was being
protective and helpful, while all those years I had been disregarding her.
“I love you, Caia,” I whispered, hoping my voice was loud enough for her to hear and understand my words.
“I love you, and you’re all I see when I look at you. You, Caia. I. See. You.”
A heavy sob escaped her, and I caught her as she let herself fall into my arms. We knelt on the floor,
holding each other as we cried. I couldn’t hold back my emotions, and it was time for me to let go.
“You’re all I want. You’re mine, and I will remind you of that every day. I’ll love you until you get sick of
me, I swear.”
“I could never get sick of you, Sly,” she mumbled into the crook of my neck. “But I need you to prove to me
that you meant every word you just said. Prove it to me, Sly.”
I knew what she meant. Caia didn’t want to take my word for it. Instead, she wanted me to show her.
I turned my head and pressed kisses to her neck, moving my hands along her hips and waist, before
wrapping one arm around her and making her lie down on her back.
I moved over her, unbuttoning my pants and sliding them down my hips with my boxers. With one hand, I
pushed up her dress to reveal her naked pussy underneath. Earlier this morning after we took a shower, she
didn’t go back to her room to get fresh underwear. She simply slipped on her dress and went on with her day.
My naughty girl.
I was pleased to find she was already wet between her thighs, and I slid my fingers through her slit, wetting
them, before pushing them into her pussy.
She moaned, and I muffled her sound with my mouth, kissing her passionately. Her back arched as I
fingerfucked her tight cunt, and I got impatient with every moan she let out.
Pulling out my fingers, I also broke the kiss to look at her. I held my fingers to her lips, sliding them across
them before pushing them into her mouth to let her get a taste. “Me making you this wet should be proof
enough. You know I love you. You just have to let me.”
Her eyes were on mine as she sucked her juices off my fingers, and when I pulled them back out, she said,
“I need more than just your fingers inside of me.”
I laughed and reached down to rub my hardness. “You’ll get my dick, don’t worry, baby.” I pressed the tip
against her clit, teasing her before sliding into her skillfully. I had learned by now that Caia’s body took me in
without hesitation.
I once heard that women’s bodies could physically reject a man’s without even thinking about it. But with
the ease I slid into her every time I fucked her, I doubted she unintentionally ever tried to reject me.
“You’re mine,” I grunted with a hard thrust of my hips. “Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”
She tilted her head back as pleasure washed over her. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
I moved my hips faster, slamming into her repeatedly. “Fuck, yes, I am. You better remember that.”
I confessed my love to her in front of Dad, and I knew soon enough Mom would know about it too. I
couldn’t be sure about her reaction, but nothing she could say or do would change this love Caia and I had.
I never thought much about life and how it gave us things, but also took from us without a warning or
mercy. I wasn’t sure if I believed in destiny, and that things happened for a reason. But if that were the case, I
sure as fuck hoped that whatever the reason for Wavel’s death was, that she was happy wherever she
disappeared to.
I would miss and think of Wavel forever, but it was Caia I was with now, and I would do anything in my
power to never let anything happen to her.
To us.
Epilogue

CAIA

It took our parents exactly two weeks before they asked us to sit down for tea with them. In that time they didn’t
talk to us, we lived in this house as if we had a schedule. Sly and I only went downstairs to eat when Mom and
Dad weren’t there, and we only ever went to the library when we were certain that they were upstairs.
Sly and I went out more. He took me on dates to restaurants and to the movies, and whenever we went out,
the world around us disappeared. It was only him and I, and anyone else didn’t matter. We had become an
actual couple. We held hands and kissed in public, and it was my favorite thing when he put his arm around my
shoulders while walking around town.
We talked about going on trips. Now that Mom had stopped teaching me, and graduating high school didn’t
seem to matter anymore, Sly and I had time to do things we never got to do. He promised he would take me on a
trip soon, which made me super excited.
I sat next to Sly on the living room couch, watching our parents sit uncomfortably opposite of us. Mom had
made tea and cookies, but they were untouched. I wasn’t hungry anyway. I needed to be hungry for later. Sly
was taking me out on another date.
My hand was in Sly’s lap with our fingers interlocked. He rarely let go of me. Even at night, his arms were
around me constantly, and when we were in the car, his hand was always on my thigh. I kept mocking him,
telling him how obsessed he was with me, and he always agreed.
“So?” he asked, raising a brow at our parents. “What is it you wanted to talk about?”
Dad cleared his throat and moved his gaze from us to Mom, giving her a tight smile. “Alanis…” he said,
wanting her to be the one to speak.
Mom couldn’t look at us. She was avoiding us, just like she had been for the past two weeks. But she had to
look at us. I couldn’t have a conversation with her if she didn’t look at me.
She finally lifted her gaze and looked at us. She looked unsure, but most of all, she looked disgusted. “So…
this thing between you two..." she stopped, trying to find the right words. “Is it serious or are you just doing this
to punish us?”
“Why would we want to punish you?” I asked, sincerely.
“Because.” Mom looked at me, trying not to grimace. “We’ve never given you the attention we gave Wavel.”
At least she was aware of that.
I smiled tightly and looked at Sly, squeezing his hand gently before looking back at Mom. “We’re not doing
anything to punish you. We love each other, and our love has nothing to do with you or Dad.”
Sly’s thumb caressed the back of mine. He was silently agreeing with my words.
“And you expect us to accept this?” she asked.
“You must,” Sly replied boldly. “Like you said, you’ve never given us the attention we deserved because you
were too busy loving on Wavel. If you want to make up for that, you accept and respect our relationship.”
They sat there in silence for a while, letting Sly’s demand linger. Mom was the one who didn’t look pleased.
Even though Dad had gotten out of our way too, I felt as if he had already accepted our relationship.
I looked from him to Mom, waiting for her to give a response. She looked away, arrogantly tipping her head
back. “Well, I cannot promise you that I will ever understand why a brother and sister would ever want to be
like…this, but I won’t stand in your way. I just don’t want to see you do all that nasty stuff. Hearing you is
enough.” She muttered the last part, and Sly chuckled, making me purse my lips to hold back a laugh.
“That’s fine,” I said.
Dad leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, rubbing his hands together. “I’ve been thinking
about your relationship, and how easily I’ve accepted what you have. I believe you have unresolved trauma, and
you’re trying to push it aside by acting like this.”
“Acting?” Sly asked.
“Unresolved trauma?” was my better question. “You blame it on our unresolved trauma when you’re the
ones who traumatized us.”
“Yes, and we acknowledge that we were the ones who damaged you. Don’t we, Alanis?”
Mom kept looking away. She just couldn’t keep eye-contact. I wasn’t surprised though. I never took her as a
strong and confident woman. She was weak. Always had been.
She confirmed just that when she started crying.
 “Please excuse your mother. It’s not easy for her to see you two so intimate.”
“We’re holding hands. We’re not being intimate,” I stated.
“But we will be tonight, so if you can’t handle the idea of that, you should probably talk to someone about it
to resolve that trauma. Dad’s a psychologist. You should talk to him about it.” Sly was mocking them now, which
he never would’ve done while Wavel was still around. But he did it to show how much he loved me. He was
being protective, and he wouldn’t let anyone give me shit for loving him.
I squeezed his hand again, smiling gently, and he gave me a reassuring nod. Nothing and no one could ever
come between us.
Not anymore. Not with Wavel gone.
Dad sighed, turning toward Mom with a smile. “What I’m trying to say is…if this is the way they deal with
their trauma, we should probably let them. We may have lost our Wavel, but we can’t stop being their parents
because of that. Sly and Caia are our children too. We neglected them, and we won’t be able to ever give them
that time back and be better parents.”
Dad admitting to them being shitty parents was amusing. Good thing he acknowledged it though.
Dad leaned back with another sigh. “I say, we let them live their lives. They’re old enough to make their
own decisions. We’ve never intervened in their lives before, and we shouldn’t do so now.”
There was silence again, and though Mom was still inaudibly crying, I could see the acceptance slowly
filling the space between us. They didn’t have to say anything else. They wouldn’t anyway.
Our family had never been normal, and it was stupid to assume that any of us would’ve turned out normal.
Even if Wavel were still here, things would’ve never turned out normal.
I still missed her, but I was thankful for one thing. Wavel’s passing stopped the jealousy I felt all my life.
She wasn’t the centre of attention in this family anymore. No one was. And that’s what brought me joy and
contentment.
I had missed out on so much because of my parents, and now, thanks to Sly, I would see the world and
experience new things.
But most importantly, I would experience the love I’ve always longed for.
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