Page 54 of Borrowed
“Toby!Mmm.Don’t stop.Oh, Toby.Love me.”
His fingers didn’t stop.I was covered in blood, covered in the love of my brother by the death of our Mother.
“I want more.”
Toby smiled against my back, and his fingers stopped.
I watched him in the reflection on the altar.
In the thick pool of blood.
“You want it all, my twin?”
I whimpered, feeling his dick press into my thighs.“Yes–Yes–Yes!”
“Turn around.”
I did.
Toby looked like the pictures on the pretty glass.He was glowing in the black mist.
Mother’s eyes were still open.Still watching.I waved at her.
“Are you ready, Sister?”Toby said, grabbing one of the candles from the pews and walking over to me.
My eyes got wide.
Like saucers.
Fire.
“Fire is where we began, Sister,” he whispered, leaning down to me on my knees.“Fire caused us pain.”
His shirt was gone, the black fabric discarded into the crimson wave under me.
“Toby?”I said.
Waiting, watching.
Like Mother.
“I burned,” he said, tipping the candle onto his skin, the fire searing his flesh like crisp chips.“Burn with me, my twin.”
I was scared, but I smiled.He tipped the candle over my body, and the wax fell onto my skin.It looked like glue.Smelled like it too.
“Oh fuck!”
So much love.
“Burn with me, Tabby.”
I whimpered, watching the wax drip over and over onto my body.I was coated.
Encased.
Preserved.
Like a tomb.
