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Elizabeth believes herself to be a good girl.
She never curses or cries, she doesn’t talk back or tell her father ‘no’, she doesn’t even go out unless specifically told to. She’s always, always the first to be at her fathers call. Right there beside him, listening to whatever words or demands he had, and of course - she’d be the one to blissfully obey him no matter the reason. The perfect daughter.
That’s what she thinks she is. That’s what she strives to be for her father. Even when it hurts, or when she dares to doubt or second-guess him— how much of an idiot do you have to be to do that!? Her father is an amazing man! She has absolutely no reason to ever disobey or doubt him when he’s just done oh so much for this family. Wouldn’t want to be a ungrateful brat like her stupid brothers after all.
Actually, just brother now. A bit of an accident happened not too long ago that resulted in one less brother of hers.
Sometimes she can still remember the moment all sound in the restaurant came to a pause, the look on Michael's bloodied face when he witnessed Evan’s completely mauled head. But! Elizabeth was still being a good girl! because she tried to stop him. She told Michael over and over again to stop bullying the poor boy, he’s the one that wouldn’t listen. He’s the one that got him killed.
Michael murdered their brother. He’s a bad guy.
He’s supposed to be a bad guy.
So why?
So why is he still getting all the fucking attention from Daddy?
Elizabeth wasn’t even allowed to see her baby brother in the hospital. Instead she sat in Uncle Henry’s car, sobbing as the grotesque image of Evans smashed head lingered in her mind. She was even able to recall pieces of his defiled brain oozing onto the floor. And Gods, the smell was wretched. Just thinking about it made her want to throw up.
But Michael got to see him. Daddy let him see the mess he made of his own brother. She wants to believe it was some sort of cruel punishment, that making him see the remains of his brother was to shove it in his face that he did this. But no, no, that couldn’t be it. As much as she wants to believe that, her father was far too happy with Michael for that to be the case. Elizabeth truly wonders what Michael has that she doesn’t. At home, Elizabeth noticed her father didn’t seem upset at all. No tears, he didn’t even show any sign of distress or anything that would hint to him being sad at the least. He looked content.
Well, if Daddy isn’t upset about something then it must not be very important. Elizabeth took this as a sign to feel the same. Her father knows best, and if Evan dying didn’t seem to mean anything to him then it mustn’t matter much.. right?
So Elizabeth stopped caring. Threw away all her feelings in favor of her beloved Daddy. She thought if her father noticed she was just like him she’d get praised - maybe.. maybe that's asking too much of him. He’s a busy man and shouldn’t need to take the precious time out of his day to do something as silly as tell her what a good girl she is - as much as she so desperately wants that. Just being seen by him is enough. Something, anything that will let her know he notices her.
And yet,
She still got nothing in return.
It’s all Michaels fault. It has to be. He killed Evan on purpose so he could get everyone to feel bad for him and bask in their pity. It’s sad that everyone plays into it - everyone but Elizabeth. She suspects he knows this.. And that's why he just won't leave her alone! Not one day goes by without her feeling those glares he gives her when he thinks she doesn’t notice. When she perks her head up, he quickly turns his head and nervously scratches the back of his neck or twiddles his fingers. Elizabeth groans in annoyance in her head; What’s his problem, huh!? Probably thinking something awful, I bet. The way he looked at her felt like saccharine all over her body - It made her cringe in disgust. Unlike when her father would roll his eyes over her for just a moment, that makes her whole day, even though as fleeting as it is - that’s what made it extra special, the fact she craved it so and would only earn it momentarily.
Sometimes Michael had the nerve to walk up to her and ask so timidly, “Would it be okay if we slept together tonight? Like.. how we did before? You don’t have to..”
What kind of question is that? Does he want her completely defenseless next to him? Is he planning on stabbing her while she sleeps next to him? Was killing Evan not enough? What a monster. But if she tells him no, then that might make him mad and he’ll do something terrible..! So Elizabeth obliges, hesitantly of course. Then he gets that stupid little sparkle in his dead eyes that irritates her to no end. What’s there to be ecstatic over? His kill-little-sister-plan coming through?
She needs to make sure to relieve herself every time before though because in the middle of the night he ends up locking her in such a tight embrace she can’t even get out of the bed. His arms would drape over her small figure and hold her close to his chest, she could feel his face nuzzle into her hair and.. God, she swears he sniffed her hair a few times while he was at it. At times he would mutter under his breath something like “You're the only one I have left.” or “I’m not gonna let you leave me.” —Weird way to try and strangle someone in their sleep, but she was more occupied with thinking how wonderful it would be if she could sleep next to Daddy instead.
She’s stood by his bed before, simply watching his chest rise up and down (usually passed out drunk, still loosely clothed) and that one piece of hair sticking out of his head twitch now and then (cute!) . She’d stand there, considering what would happen if she climbed next to him in bed. Realistically he probably wouldn’t be too happy and would scold her in the morning after forcing her out, but getting an earful from him was a treat in itself. Elizabeth is definitely the only child in the world who would get excited from being reprimanded by their father.
But she likes to imagine a scenario where she would wake up with her father hugging her as close to him as he could, to feel her own heartbeat against his and his skin making contact with her own!— There’s no way she would be able to control herself in that moment. She’d already be ripping off his pants and grinding herself against his hard cock, awaiting for him to wake up so he could grab her by the waist and slam her body down on his dick. She’d endure the pain of his large cock stretching out her little hole - no type of pain or discomfort would ever stop her from becoming one with her father, to feel every inch of him thrust in and out of her desperate cunt and fill her with his hot cum, ride him until she’s completely milked him of every drop, all so she can make sure he gets her pregnant.
Of course, not that it would ever happen. Just another silly fantasy of hers she keeps hidden away, along with all the other ones that are.. far more explicit than that.
And it seems like it’s another night where she’ll need them. She stayed up late again, waiting for her father to come home so she could tell him about all the good things she did today! But when he came in he didn’t even glance at her before heading off into his room. If it were Michael instead he probably would have taken a second to sit and listen. How unfair.
It’s nothing new though. Elizabeth trotted back to her room in disappointed silence, making sure to close the door before plopping onto her bed and groaning into her pillow.
It’s not fair at all. Why can’t he just give her a second of his time? She knows he has more important things to do, that’s why she doesn’t demand anything of him - the least she's asking is for him to just look at her, dammit.
“Michael is seriously the worst!“ Elizabeth kicked her feet on her bed, cursing her older brother despite him not having done anything. “Always getting all of Daddy’s attention, always on his good side - even though HE’S the one causing Daddy problems.. THAT STUPID PRICK!”
She slammed her fists into her bed, yelling into her pillow.
“Everything would be so much easier for me and Daddy if he were DEAD.” She perked her head off her pillow, turning to her side to face a worn-looking yellow rabbit plushie, her Bonnie toy that's quite fondly reminiscent of her father.
“Hmph..” Her hand reached out to grab the plush toy, pulling it into her arms. “Y.. Yeah. Wouldn’t it be nice if Michael was gone? If he.. left, maybe. Then it would just be you and me.” Elizabeth stared at the plushie's lifeless bead eyes, caressing it as she sat up. “You want that too, right? Cause you love me?”
“Of course I do, Elizabeth! I love you the most! In fact, I’m kicking Michael out of the house for being such a nuisance to us.” Elizabeth puppeted the plushie, imagining she was speaking to her father. “Also, I’ll quit drinking and talking to random nasty women for you since I care about you way more. You’re the only woman I need in my life, after all.”
“Really!? Is that true? Hehe~” Elizabeth’s face lit up with a grin, embracing the plushie as tight as she could. “I love you so much, Daddy! I’m your special girl, right?”
She sat there, hugging the plush and nuzzling into it as her mind wandered off elsewhere. She imagined sitting in her fathers lap, his hands caressing her body anywhere they could. Her chest, midriff, hips, slowly moving down to her thighs, letting out breathy whimpers every time he’d give her a squeeze. A scenario that would only ever happen in her fantasies, knowing this only made her ever more desperate.
“Hah.. I’m your special girl..” She murmured, slipping the plushie downwards as she leaned down to lay on top of it. She pictured the feeling of the plushie against her crotch as her fathers clothed boner, instinctively rutting against it from just the thought. Usually she’d prefer to use her fingers, even if they wouldn’t satisfy her half as much as if it were her fathers fingers - or better yet his cock. But recently she feels as if she doesn’t want anything to enter her body if it isn’t her father. Makes her feel somewhat dirty as if she was betraying her Daddy for allowing something else inside her body, like she’s committing some sort of sin or cheating on him.
Elizabeth lazily humped her plushie, thinking of how after grinding on his hard dick for so long he’d take control and bend her over his bed, sliding himself inside her little hole with ease. She whimpered at the thought, grinding down faster on her toy in a desperate attempt for more friction. She wants— needs to feel him so bad, just once would be enough to satisfy her forever, to just once have him rail her until she breaks and put a baby inside her. She grunted, the feeling of insecurity creeping into her mind. This would never happen. He doesn’t even give her the time of day, why does she think she has a chance? He doesn’t care. Not at all.
With a shaky sigh, her mood was killed immediately. She shifted around uncomfortably, still slick and wet between her thighs. She felt empty - not emotionally, though. Her sad hole twitched, a longing, empty feeling overwhelming her. Despite everything, she still wants her virginity to belong to her father. Maybe she’ll just have to die a virgin—
Out of the corner of her eye she noticed her door was cracked open. Odd. She remembered closing it.
Elizabeth flung out of her bed and swung open the door, being met with no one else but her brother.
Michael.. wait, what?
“What the hell are YOU doing!?”
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, nearly too stunned to speak. His eyes shifted to the side, frantically trying to avoid eye contact.
“I.. can.. I can explain— “
Her eyes looked down to see a tent in his pants, softly gasping in shock and disgust. Was he watching her and getting off to it!? This is..!!
“YOU PERVERT!” She squealed. “What’s wrong with you!? What if Daddy knew about this, huh!? You’d be in BIG trouble if I told, wouldn’t you!?” She crossed her arms, enjoying the thought of telling on him and destroying his perfect son facade. Her father would definitely get rid of him then. That’s what he gets for being a creep!
Michael flinched at her voice raising, pushing himself inside her room and covering her mouth with his hand before she could make any more noise - wouldn’t want to wake up his father after all..
“N.. noo, no no. You’ve got this all wrong, Liz. I’m not like that at all, I swear! This isn’t what you think it is! I was.. just..” He fucked up this time. Michael knows this. There’s no way he’s gonna get out of this one without divine intervention. She already hates him enough, he doesn’t need his sister knowing he watches her masturbate for his own sick pleasures. With that then there really won’t be a chance in hell he could mend their relationship - he knows she’d never return his.. disgusting feelings for her, but that’s okay as long as he’s at least still able to have her beside him.
But who is he kidding? As well as this is going he can say goodbye to that.
He slowly removed his hand, attempting to untense his body. “I heard weird noises coming from your room, and I just— I just got concerned is all. So I came to.. check on you..”
Elizabeth tilted her head and furrowed her brows, staring. He looked.. genuinely desperate. Was this another pity gaining scheme? He’s good at that, but she couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. It was like she was looking at a sad puppy that got caught doing something bad. That wasn’t what was bothering her the most though. It was something else, but she just couldn’t put her finger on it. She wasn’t necessarily disgusted by the fact it was her brother considering she’s quite shameless with her attraction to her own father, the whole thing isn’t very taboo to her. The disgust is just because it was him of all people - but that’s not it. It could be because he’s probably been doing this for a while now.. no, that’s not it either. Maybe it’s because.. Hmm.
Has he always looked so similar to William?
Elizabeth’s breath hitched.
“..Are you mad at me? I don’t blame you at all for that! But, ah.. please say something at least— Oof!”
Before Michael could realize it he was pushed on top of her bed. He isn’t sure if she’s strong or he’s just weak.
“Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Daddy?”
His pupils shrunk. In that moment, Michael understood the pain of a knife being pierced and twisted into your heart, over and over again.
“Don’t say that.” He trembled, just a twinge of anger in his voice.
The only reason why he didn’t lose it right then and there was because he was absolutely captivated with the enamored look in Elizabeth’s eyes. Something he doesn’t see unless she was daydreaming about their father. A look she would only give him in his dreams.
“Oh but it’s true, Michael! You.. You look exactly like him. I can’t tell the difference at all.” Elizabeth pushed him back so he was forced to lie down, crawling on top of him so her legs were sitting on each side of him and pulling down her brother's pants to be met with his hard cock springing out. Her eyes widened, as did Michaels at her sudden assertiveness.
Michael knew exactly where this was going. It’s disgusting. It’s just plain wrong. A brother and sister shouldn’t be sharing their first together, or even be doing stuff like this at all. He’s ashamed. But he doesn’t want to stop her. She’s doing this for her sake, because this is the closest she’ll ever get to getting intimate with her father. She isn’t doing this because she wants Michael. He isn’t stupid, he knows this, and it fucking hurts.
But it’ll make her happy. He’ll get to have her instead of some random guy or even worse their own father - unlikely, but he’s still paranoid. Maybe it’ll even ease the tension in their relationship. Or he could always use this to his advantage, slowly get her to understand that their father is a piece of shit and he’ll treat her far better then she could ever hope for then run away together—
Maybe not the last part. Yet.
“Hey..” She breathed out, holding up her skirt to reveal her panties. She rubbed the wet spot on them against his dick, cheeks flushing a cute red as she flashed him a smug smile. “My heart is thumping so fast I think it’s gonna burst. Are you excited too, Daddy?”
Michael isn’t sure if he wants to throw up or fuck the shit out of her.
He’ll need to quickly learn to block that out. He reached out his hand and fumbled to strip off her panties, earning a giggle from Elizabeth.
“You’re so forward! You don’t wanna play at all first?” She took his hands and helped him slip them off completely. “That’s okay. You wanna be inside me as soon as possible because you love me so much, right?” She purred, setting herself above his cock.
For a second, she hesitated. She acts confident, but it’s still her first time after all, she couldn’t help but feel just a bit nervous - and a bit of guilt. Her virginity was supposed to belong to her father, not.. him.
“Liz.. if you’re having second thoughts we don’t need to do thiii— shit!” He yelped after she slammed herself on top of him. He slipped inside her so easily, that’s.. lewd.
Elizabeth bit her lip, tears threatening to form. This is happening. It’s really happening. She’s not a pure little girl anymore, her first step into becoming a woman now belongs to her brother. But oh how easy is it to imagine it’s her Daddy instead.
“You’re.. big!” She managed to peep out, unmoving as she tried to ease herself to his size. Michael noticed her struggle and sat up, softly placing his hands on her hips.
“You’re doing good, Liz. Take your time, I got you..” Michael said, her face flushed. She isn’t used to this kind of gentle praise at all.
“Sh.. Shush! I’m fine! I know what I’m doing!” She exclaimed as she began to move her hips, letting out little grunts and whines. God, he’s bigger than she expected, but that’s more than okay. Everytime her hips rocked her rhythm would get more aggressive, earning soft moans from Michael that for some odd reason made her want to go even harsher.
It must not have been enough for him though - Michael squeezed her hips and started to bounce her himself. She was startled, but welcomed it nonetheless.
“Oh!” She squeaked. “A-Aren’t you in a good mood?”
He wasn’t trying to say she was going too slow - he just thinks she looks beautiful bouncing on his lap like that. In fact it’s been a while since he’s been this close to her, she’s grown quite a bit. And to be inside of her after all this time - if he isn’t careful he’ll get addicted and will never be able to go a day without feeling that warm, soft pussy of his sisters.
His pace started to get quicker then hers - she couldn’t help but let out sobs of pleasure at the aggressive tone, not being able to keep up at the pace he was at with how hard he began to slam her down on his dick. With a particularly hard thrust, she felt his cock pulse inside of her. She clenched hard. Michael cursed under his breath, he felt like he could have came right then.
“Ah! Ah! Ahn!” She yelped with every sharp thrust, squeezing her eyes shut. Michael noticed a small trail of blood leak onto his dick and it made his brain go into a frenzy. It was a symbol that it was him who took her virginity - that she belongs to him. He would have preferred to take it on their honeymoon, to have ravished her in white, frilly lingerie and a cute veil.
“ Daddy!! I love you! I love you so much!” But there was the painful reminder that this isn’t real. He’s doing it to make her happy, not to become one with each other out of love. In her mind, she’s having sex with William, not him.
His grip on her tightened, she began to get into the rhythm of his rough thrusting and started moving her hips on her own again. Her hands trembled and latched onto his shoulders, bobbing up and down his dick as hard as her little body could manage. Again, her soft walls tightened around him. Hard. That was Michael’s last straw. He cried out a moan, coating her insides with his hot semen, filling her to the point he could see it leak out of her pretty pussy. He could feel her release herself on his dick, making it throb in reaction.
They sat there, holding each other and panting in ecstasy. Elizabeth was the first to recover, quickly removing herself off his dick and flopping onto her bed. Michael could feel his cock twitch, already missing her warmth.
“..Now get out of my room, Michael. And don’t ever talk about thi— Mmph!”
Michael pinned her hands to the bed, leaning in to press his lips against hers. It was violent, rough - not a type of kiss she thought his timid self would pull on anyone. His tongue slipped past her lips, forcing himself inside her mouth. She struggled - at least tried to frantically thrash her arms around to escape his grasp. When he pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting their tongues went with him.
“You..!!” She broke out of his grasp and hit her hands against his chest weakly. “You idiot! That was my first kiss and you stole it!”
“I want you to scream my name.”
Elizabeth paused. Is this seriously Michael right now?
“It’s not..” He moved his hands over to her legs, spreading them open and lingered his hand over her pussy. He spread her pussy just enough to see her hole as some of his cum drooled out. “It’s not very fair to me that you're yelling out his name. I’m the one fucking you.” He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, making her wince. “Not him.”
“W-Wait..” She stammered. “Wait a second, you wouldn’t dARE— NGH!”
He rammed his cock right into her womb, holding her from the hips so he could lift her to thrust into her easier - it’s convenient she has such a small structure, he feels like he’s fucking into a little doll. A very pretty, fragile little doll. He could see soft bruises forming on her sides from his manhandling, it only drove him crazier, mercilessly drilling into her core.
“Nnhhh..!!” Despite her cries, she wasn’t fighting it at all. This felt even better than before. “Da.. Dad—“
Michael growled and slammed against her cervix as sharp as he could, making Elizabeth cut herself off with a scream.
“ Daddy isn’t fucking you. I am.” His cock twitched inside her at the sight of her tears falling, becoming a drooling mess from his dick. “Come on, moan your big brother's name. You can do it.” He leaned into her ear, soft yet still held a dominant tone.
“Nnnoo! No wayyy!” She whined, covering her flushed face with her arms. She doesn’t know where he gained this sudden confidence from, but it’s getting her all embarrassed.
“I’m not stopping until you do.” Michael removed his hands from her hips and pulled away her arms, holding them against the bed - there’s no way he’s gonna let her cover up when she’s never looked more beautiful, being ruined by her own brother. She clenched around his cock, sobbing every time he’d abuse that sensitive g-spot of hers. “ Go ahead, cry it out. We’ll have to get married anyway since I stole your first kiss.” He teased, knowing that’ll fluster her even more
“No! I’ll never marry you! Never ever!” She cried. Her pride just wouldn’t let her - and she’s just so ashamed of herself for enjoying getting fucked by another man. She can't even imagine it as her father anymore, it’s just Michael now. Her mind feels guilty, but her body is only twitching and squirming in pleasure, she could feel her heart pounding, a tingly, euphoric sensation form in her stomach. She’s getting fucked by her brother and adoring every second of it; something she never expected to happen even if they were the last two people on earth.
“ MICHAEL! MichaelaAHH!” She sobbed, grabbing her sheets as tight as her strength could. “M-Michael! Nhah! Fuck—! BIG BRO!” Her final cry before her body spasmed, squirting and making a mess all over his throbbing cock.
“Elizabeth..” He breathed into her ear, drilling into her one last time before unloading himself deep inside her womb. She twitched, whimpering at the warmth filling her up.
“Fuck.. bloody fucking hell!” Michael cursed, mostly at himself as he pulled out of her. “Did I hurt you, Liz? I’m sorry! I really am, I don’t know what came over me. I didn’t want to—“
She was dead asleep. He must have really tired her out, even he was lacking the stamina to handle something like that.
Michael hummed, relieved she was at least peaceful right now.
He wonders what this will bring tomorrow morning.
Awkward. It brought immense awkwardness.
Not a single word was exchanged between them in the morning, in fact not a word was spoken at all between them for the whole day. Even if sitting in the same room, or standing next to each other, their lips were zipped tight. The closest they got were cold glares one or the other would give.
The first one to break the painfully awkward tension was Michael after he realized their father would be home late tonight.
“Sorry.” Was all that was said in the living room as Michael stared at the back of Elizabeth, but honestly Michael didn’t know what he was apologizing for. Everything, maybe?
“Shut up.” Elizabeth deadpanned. “You came inside of me twice.”
Is that why she didn’t say anything? She’s upset about that of all things?
“Uh..” Michael nervously scratched his sleeve. “I.. I know. I couldn’t help myself. It won’t happen again.” Of course, Michael meant that as in they won’t ever be doing that again as much to his dismay.
“I know it won’t be happening again— Because we have these, moron.” Elizabeth turned to face him, holding up a condom. “Found these hiding in Daddy’s room!” She excitedly said as the condoms unfolded, revealing there were 12 of them all together.
Michael physically recoiled. His heart skipped a beat. “S.. Seriously?”
Elizabeth smiled. “I don’t wanna get pregnant yet, you pervert.”
