The Ends Ch. 11
After dinner was finished, Thomas invited Charlotte to his place for a nightcap, which she politely refused citing that she was tired from her necromancy but that he was welcome to stay the night. Nemesio didn’t seem to react at all to this invitation, which made Thomas beam brighter. Nemesio under control, he never thought he would see the day. Yet, there it was in plain view. Charlotte grabbed the chain and led her brothers up to her room.
Barnabas heard his father’s bedroom door slam and knew that likely meant that he too became fed up with the cunt. He poured over books and pondered. It seemed that she could, perhaps do this without special training if she were in possession of an amulet or a talisman of some sort that was enchanted for that sort of magic. He pulled off his glasses and set them aside and rubbed the bridge of his nose. That felt so good he started to rub at his eyes, rubbing them deeper and deeper, like an itch he didn’t know he had was now being satisfyingly scratched. Certainly he realized that rubbing your eyes was bad for you, but sometimes it felt entirely too delicate and exquisite to pass by.
That was when he saw it, in the almost firework brilliance of his optic nerves making patterns in the backs of his eyelids as he rubbed the heels of his hands against them. The stone. That stone she’d been lugging around ever since they found Nemesio. The one she claimed to contain Nemesio’s soul. Of course! He was an idiot for not realizing it sooner. What was that piece called anyways? He thought about it, the strain of his wanting to remember what that thing was called evident on his aging face. “The Heart of the Phoenix,” he said to himself as he sighed with relief at remembering.
He flipped further and faster through his texts, examining indexes, running web searches. There were a lot of people looking for the stone, but few implied why. Who would advertise its properties if they wished to acquire it? He certainly wouldn’t. He went back to his texts. There were several mentions of the stone, but nothing conclusive. Just that it was powerful, that it had supposedly belonged to a real Phoenix and was brought from the flaming bird as it began to burn. It didn’t sound very convincing so much as a story built around a stone that flamed. He rubbed his own temples as he thought about it. Where could he get more information on this?
He stood up and straightened his pants and pulled his glasses back on. He would ask his father, at least he should know where it came from, and there would be the start to his examining the trail and find out exactly what this was doing. And if not, he would beat his sister until she explained it all. But for now, he wished to know more about the stone. He knew with many talismans, once they had found an owner, trying to take it away was extraordinarily dangerous. He would not fall into that trap if he could help it. He simply needed to know more.
Thomas followed his sister into her room and watched her remove the bag from her body and set it aside, Nemesio stood waiting for an order. “Sit in that chair, brother,” she said to her zombie. Thomas leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands and gave her a sweet and soft kiss and then ran his fingers down the back of her neck and pulled her to him in a warm embrace. “Oh, my sweet sister. This is wonderful, so wonderful. We can take over the Order now. Father will be exposed as being an impotent fool, as we’ve always known he was. I am so happy,” he purred to her as he kissed the top of her head.
Charlotte couldn’t help but titter a little at him. He was such a cornball, how had she ever fallen for that? But still he was so beautiful and warm. She leaned back in his embrace and said, “So I take it you’re not worried that what happened to Nemesio will happen to you?”
Thomas shook his head, “No, you wouldn’t do that to me, you love me and I love you. What we have is real. Nemesio never treated you well. He didn’t love you like I do; no one ever will love you as much as I do. And you know that, don’t you?” he asked her as he pulled her to him again.
Resting her head on his chest she asked him quietly, “You don’t think I’ll rip off your sex and replace it with a tampon then? Provided I didn’t just kill you and leave you for dead completely…”
“I don’t think you would. Not to me, but I think it’s wicked and brilliant that you did. It makes me love you all the more. Now that you stand up for yourself, you’re just so much more beautiful, Charlotte. And if we take over the Order, take over all of this, we can be together whenever we want, not just when Barnabas and father aren’t paying attention,” he whispered to her.
These were words she’d waited so long to hear, she was overwhelmed. Her anger at him started to quell, she did not feel the bloodlust that had driven her before. She leaned into his touch and he lowered his lips to hers and pulled her into another kiss. This one was more passionate and he pressed his erection to her gently, making her aware of his need. She whimpered a bit at that and let her legs fall open a bit more. He moved his hands down her shoulders and over her chest and squeezed through the white broadcloth to toy with her nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them gently before pinching.
Charlotte pulled her brother forward by the front of his shirt, dragging him back to the bed. She twisted her hand around his tie and whirled them both around and tossed him on the bed in front of her. With a decisive yank, she pulled the tie free and tucked her hands inside of his shirt, between the buttons. She gave a hard pull to the shirt, the buttons flew off in various directions and she leaned down to kiss Thomas roughly. He was a bit surprised, he’d never known her to be so forceful and it made him ache to take her. He wanted to throw her down on the bed and yank her panties off and fuck her hard up the ass like he would those privileged teens. But this was not the time for that. This was the time to romance her, give her the control.
He wound his hands up in her hair and pulled her back a bit, releasing one hand to start to undo the spare buttons that she’d done up with her shirt. He released her hair with his other hand and jammed his hand down the back of her shirt and unsnapped her bra and pulled the garments off of her and tossed them to the side. Times like these he really could appreciate that his sister was half his age. The beautiful perkiness of her tits, her flawless complexion. He pulled her down to kiss her again.
Charlotte’s hands moved down his body, scraping with her nails as her fingers sought out his trousers. Her fingers were deft as they pulled his pants and buckle open with ease. Her long pale fingers slid down the elastic of his boxers and she started to work them down. Thomas raised his hips so that she could remove them easier and she tossed them aside. He knew what she was going for, and he longed for it, but he wanted to taste her as well, to feel her writhe and moan against him. He pulled her back up to him and unfastened the button on her wrap skirt and snapped off her thong and tossed them both aside.
She relaxed as he rag dolled her around his body, turning her around so that her legs straddled his shoulders, her sex in his face as his was in hers. First she leaned down and breathed gently over his sex, and then dragged her warm pink tongue up and down it. The point of her tongue encircled the head of his member and then she leaned back and blew on it. He pushed her head down on it, begging not to be teased as he opened his own mouth, working his tongue through her folds as his hands spread her opened from cunt to ass exposing both her holes as he let his tongue move up and down between them, tasting all of her.
Charlotte cupped her teeth with her lips and formed a protective suction around his sex while one hand moved to the base of him to steady him. She twisted her rounded fingers up and down, following up where her lips had been as he let him feel the ridges inside of her mouth. She moaned as he licked her, feeling him narrow down to her opening. He let his tongue move inside of her, widening her gently, pulling the rapidly gathering moisture from her and pulling it out. He moved his fingers to her clitoris, rolling them over her hardened knot of nerves, gently at first and then working harder.
Her body started to pulse and shudder against him, he could feel her sex pulling at his tongue, begging to be filled more and deeper. He pulled her up as he slid out from under her, keeping her on all fours. She whimpered a little at the loss of his cock in her mouth but soon moaned in pleasure as he pushed inside of her from behind. Softly manicured hands grabbed her breasts and pulled her back onto him, he squeezed hard as he slid in and out of her his body pulsing with the pleasure of taking her. He couldn’t help himself, but had to grab her long red hair in fist-fulls and yank it back, pulling her up to her knees. She leaned against him, as he kissed and bit into her neck, one hand ravaging her breasts, the other moving down to taunt her clitoris again.
Just as she started to think she could take it no more, Nemesio stood and started to kiss at her breasts, running his hands up and down her sides. His cold tongue made her muscles and skin shy away from him, trying to avoid his repulsive deadness. She looked down at her brother below her, could see the insects running through his hair, a patch of skin that had fallen off exposing his larvae ridden skull and finally she cried out. “Oh… my… fuck!” she called as she closed her eyes and leaned back against Thomas, a mixture of sex and revulsion pushing her over the edge and letting her body jolt and spasm against Thomas and Nemesio.
Feeling her let go, Thomas released after a few moments, after riding the cusp of her orgasm he found he could hold back no longer, and shoved her forward onto Nemesio, breaking his neck as she toppled against him. Landing on the floor on top of her dead brother, she could feel things moving just under his skin, and felt that skin give way beneath her, bloated and stinking of rotted flesh. “Oh shit!” Thomas screamed as he realized what he’d done and pulled her back up off of it. Charlotte turned and snuggled in against Thomas as Nemesio lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
Running his hand down her back and under her bum, he pulled her up off of her feet and slid her under the covers of her bed. He climbed in next to him and pulled her to him. “I love you Charlotte. Come home with me. We will keep Nemesio safe. I will keep you safe. We will take it all over. It will be all ours,” he said to her.
“I love you, Thomas. I will move in tomorrow. But now I need to sleep,” she said to him, resting her head on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat. With the rhythm of it she slowly fell asleep. Thomas ran his fingers through her hair, thinking about how it would be so easy now to take over the Order now. His sister had power. Real power, and that trumped all paperwork takeovers. He closed his eyes and imagined the next bit Order meeting… where he would interrupt and show what his sister could do. Or better yet… after he figured out the source of her power… what he could do with HER dead body.