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Jack thought he had recovered. Thought he had broken free of his sister’s mental control. But he quickly finds that isn’t the case when he finds she has become rich, powerful, and owns a mansion full of mind-broken, naughty slaves at her committed to her will.
What will he do when he finds she’s been waiting for him? Is he doomed to fall into her incestuous, lust fueled clutches again, now that she has grown even more powerful than before? Or might things not be exactly what they seem?
Brother Reclaimed: The Collected Series
PROLOGUE
JACK FELT HIMSELF fall into dreaming, feeling the old memories flowing back into him. He could sense what was coming, and dreaded it. So much time and effort spent keeping these old thoughts from his mind, but it was no good. For the past several days, they had been coming back to him, heedless of his desires.
The dream resolved itself, filling him into the body of his younger self. He was in the kitchen, his older sister Alice sitting on the counter next to him. He was holding his phone, showing her pictures while she did what she did best: tease the ever living fuck out of him.
Alice snorted, grabbing the phone. "That's the girl?"
"What do you mean, 'That's the girl?' Of course that's her. Look at her!"
"Oh, I’m looking. I see a too-thin waif of a girl with a look on her face that could sour milk."
Jack narrowed his gaze at her. "'Waif?' Are you my sister or a time-traveler from the 1800s?"
Alice laughed, rocking back on the counter. Jack didn’t want to notice her large, firm breasts that bounced lightly with each movement. He didn't want to stare at them as she pushed a lock of raven hair behind her ear, looking away while he gawked at his sister's tits straining the fabric of her red halter top.
He didn't want to, but that's what he had done, and the dream played out without regard to his wishes, and he was helpless to feel the uncomfortable stirring her ample bust caused in his loins.
"I'm just saying you have horrible taste in women," Alice said, continuing to tease him with her eyes as she slid his phone over the counter to him. "This is really the girl you’ve had your eye on?"
"I mean," he mumbled, taking back his phone. "She's the only girl who agreed to go to prom with me..."
Alice let out a long sigh. "You have nothing in common. She doesn't read. She watches fucking hallmark movies. And she thinks gaming is immature."
"None of that ma--"
"And," she interrupted, prodding him with her boot. "I know for a fact you don't even want to go to prom. You've been calling it dumb and boring for weeks."
"But that was before I knew there was a girl who would actually go out with me."
Alice ran a hand over her face, emitting a low groan. "My brother is a moron. Whatever did I do to deserve such a fate?"
"Oh shut up," Jack said, poking her. "Not everyone can be too cool for everyone and everything."
"It is a hard life I lead, I know," she said, sliding off the counter and facing. "Don't go to prom. It's dumb and you hate it."
Jack didn't want to continue. He didn't want the dream to go on. He knew what was coming. No matter how hard he reached for the training his therapist had given him, it was no help. The event loomed over him like a rising wave, the inciting incident for the past five years of his troubled life.
"Alice... I'm a fucking senior who hasn't even gone on a date yet. I don't really have an option here."
Alice stared at him, hands on her hips, her dark brown eyes staring into him. "You always have a choice, bro. What do I have to do to convince you this is as dumb an idea as you already know it is?"
Jack remembered the annoyance he felt at her. The frustration. The desire for to just lay off him. He willed himself not to say what he was about to, but he went onward with the grinding inevitability of time.
"I don't know... let me play with your tits?"
Alice blinked. "What?"
He felt himself go red. Felt the regret immediately grip him. He didn't know where the words had come from. Hadn't even known he was thinking them until they slipped out.
And despite his embarrassment and shame, he found his eyes falling to his older sister's bosom. They were a feature he knew she felt both pride and fondness over. They were large, firm and almost improbably perky. She worked out considerably to ensure she could maintain her posture, and it showed in the confidence and poise with which she held herself.
Alice knew the affect it could have on men and women alike. She had confided in Jack how much she liked it. She had been seemingly oblivious, however, to the fact that they worked their magic on him as well.
The silence that stretched on was torture. He would have gladly jumped out the window to escape the startled look on her face.
The words tumbled from his stammering mouth. "Uh... Th-that was a dumb jo--"
"Deal," she said, cutting him off before he could take back what he said.
The dream dissolved, melting and reforming around Jack. He wanted this next part least of all. It was counter to all the work he had done for the past five years. Work to forget these memories. To lock them away.
Jack was sitting on Alice's bed a few feet across from his sister. They were both red now, both surprised that they were actually going through with this. Why didn't they stop? The thought plagued Jack as the dream flowed on.
Alice pointed a finger at him. Her normally unflappable voice cracking just slightly. "I want the proof first. Cough it up."
He gave her his phone. On it was the text calling things off with the waif. She had responded by calling him a pitiful nerd who would never get anywhere in life, especially with another woman.
"Charming," she said, letting the phone drop to the bed.
Jack was shaking with nervousness. Nervousness, and something notably more shameful. He didn't want to think about it, but it was impossible to ignore. His cock was rock hard, pushing painfully against the cloth of his jeans.
And Alice saw it clearly. She didn't comment. She didn't tease. But every so often, Jack would catch her eyes lingering on his bulge, which did not help it.
"Ok," she said with a long breath, her fingers resting on the tasseled fringe of her halter top. "I'm not about to renege on a deal."
Jack's heart was hammering in his chest. He felt so nervous he could puke. Nervous their mom would walk in. Nervous one of them would come to their senses. Her fingers hooked the cloth and slid it up slowly, teasingly.
Her breasts slid out from under the halter in an avalanche of smooth, creamy flesh. They were large, firm, and pert, with pink areolas and nipples that were sized just right for them. Staring at them, Jack felt his heart and his cock throb in a strangely synchronized rhythm for several seconds.
He didn't know how much time passed with him staring at those perfect tits, but it was his sister's laugh, that same teasing laugh she had even tinged as it was with nervousness.
"Well, little bro?" Alice said, raising her arms above her head, clasping them together at the elbows. "You bartered for more than a peep show, you know."
"Yeah... yeah," he said, shuddering, too afraid to move.
She cocked her head, then scooted towards him. "Here." Gently, she took Jack's hands and placed them on her tits. He felt the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh as he caressed her large, supple breasts. He hadn't expected them to be so heavy, so firm, and so pleasantly pillowy all at the same time.
He wanted to moan. To groan. To cry out in pleasure, but he dared not make a sound. His sister's brown eyes were boring into him, and she smiled with a strange mixture of amusement and excitement. What they were doing was wrong. They both knew it, and they both should have stopped. Instead, only made them want it more.
His sister let out a small giggle. "They're not eggshells, Jack," she said, her voice an octave lower than normal. "You can squeeze them. They won't pop."
Jack did, unable to help himself. He groped Alice's tits, letting his fingers sink pleasingly into her flesh. The sensation of her skin in his hands was so pleasurable, the weight and fullness of her tits so satisfying to play with, that he couldn't resist.
He grew increasingly aware of his sister's breathing, the way her chest rose and fell with increasing depth. The way her eyes fixed on his as he played with her breasts.
"Here," she whispered, her voice almost a purr, watching him intently as her hands slipped over his. "Do it like this..."
He did. He squeezed, massaged, and pinched her tits in time with her movements, her eyes never leaving his. Understanding slowly sank in that she was showing him the best way to touch her. The best way to pleasure her. This thought, in that moment, had almost been enough to make him cream his pants.
In his dream, Jack knew the cost that one night would ultimately cost him. Knew the damage it would bring. But to his shame, even with what he knew, he could not keep from losing himself in that moment. Even after five years, the memory of his sister's flesh remained seared into his mind, no matter how hard he tried to erase it or how deep he tried to bury it.
Alice let out a small, satisfied moan. He felt them drawing closer together, pulled as if by an inexorable gravity. He barely noticed, his attention so fixated on her breasts, his fingers, and the sensations of her body.
They kissed. It was just once. A lighting of her lips on his, the slightest hint of her tongue, its presence known only by faintest taste of salt and sweetness.
It was with reluctance from both of them that her sister drew his hands away from her. When she spoke, her breath came hot and deep. "I think... I think that's enough."
"Yeah..." he said. "Y-yeah..."
The dream faded as a wide as an impish grin spread across his sister's narrow, fey-featured face. He felt himself waking as her sister’s last words from the memory echoed out to him.
"Well, Jack. Who knew this is all we needed to get you to do the right thing..."
***
CHAPTER 1
JACK STIRRED FROM his spot in the reclined driver's seat of his compact sedan. He stared at the roof of the car, the last traces of the dream fluttering about in his mind. The touch of his sister's breast. The shadow taste of her tongue. Her smell. Her heat. It left his fingers tingling and an uncomfortable tightness in his jeans.
He sighed and checked his phone. Another two messages sat unread from his mother. "Come back right this instant!" read one. "You don't need to do this, Jack. She's dangerous to your mental health. If you won't listen to your therapist, then listen to me!"
She had called as well, but he had put his phone on silent before setting out. Normally, any of the two dozen messages she had sent so far would have been enough to make him turn around. But this was different. This was something he had to do.
Just below the stream of messages from his mother was a much shorter exchanged. Three messages, all just a few minutes apart.
"Alice. I'm leaving for Seattle next week. I want to talk. JUST talk. I think it would be good to clear the air before I go."
"Of course. I would really like to see you again, Jack. Need my address?"
"Yes."
Three messages, and Jack's hand still shook as he reread them. He closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath to steady himself. When he opened them, he was staring at a new notification. It was the timer for the new meditation app his therapist had sent him, glowing with a cheerful looking "S" on his notification bar.
He glanced out the windows to see the French Broad River flowing off in one direction, and the Blue Ridge Mountains stretching off in the other. In the distance was downtown Asheville, a cluster of high rise buildings nestled in the mountains. He had parked a short ways outside the city, choosing to rest before finishing out the trip.
Taking out his earbuds, he sat up in his seat and opened up the meditation app. The strange "Somnus" brand glowed on his screen in blocky letters before dissolving into a simple interface. He had special meditations assigned by his therapist that ticked off with each one he did. Easy.
He loaded up the one assigned for today and slipped in his earbuds. The soothing music of the app's meditation session played, allowing his mind to drift. His breathing grew deeper, more regular as the music built up in volume. It was a low melody filled with pleasant ambient sounds.
The session passed in no time and all, and when Jack opened his eyes, he saw he'd been meditating for a full half-hour. He nodded in satisfaction as a cheerful green check-mark flashed next to his completed assignment, informing him his next assignment would be ready tomorrow.
Of all the weird treatments his therapist had taken him through, this one had been both the simplest and most effective. She sent it to him a few weeks ago, something to help with the anxiety as his long distance move for university loomed near.
The truth was, he had felt better than he had in a long, long time. Good enough to handle leaving home. Good enough to finally face college. And, despite his mother's objections, good enough to face his sister one last time before he left for good.
He nodded to himself as he checked the map one last time. Twenty minutes out. His modest sedan took off up the hill, the city and the mountains behind welcoming and foreboding in equal measure.
***
AS JACK NEARED his destination, he checked his phone to make sure he had the right address. Each neighborhood he passed grew steadily more affluent, and he was seeing fewer "homes" and more what he could only describe as "compounds."
Finally, the winding road ended in a final gated property, the property that his phone showed as his destination. Jack leaned over the steering wheel as he peered through the gaps in the steel fencing at the residence given to him by his sister. "Fuck me," he said.
What he saw wasn't exactly a mansion, but it was definitely in a different category than any home he'd ever been near. It was a large, three-story house with a white stone facade and black shutters covering tall, wide windows. It sat back from the road on a long driveway, with landscaping so immaculate the emerald grass seemed to glow in the sunlight. The French Broad River ran alongside the property, a small dock poking out over it a way in the distance.
He drove slowly in through the open gate, passing up the drive to park in the circular drive in front of the home. The entire time, he watched the house for movement, but could see nothing through the thick black shutters covering the windows.
There was a luxury car parked in front of a garage affixed to the side of the house. A black BMW, its gleaming hood reflecting in the midday sun as if it were a polished piece of obsidian. There was someone underneath the car, the lower half of their overalls sticking out from under the hood. As he neared, he saw them pull slide themselves out from under it and rise as they watched him approach.
It was a tall, dark-skinned woman with a mass of thin braids tied together behind her head. She pulled a cloth out and wiped her hands as he nervously stepped out of his car.
“Um... Hey there,” he called out. “There isn’t a person named Alice who lives here, is there?”
The tall woman leaned back against the car, crossing her arms. Jack could see her ice-blue eyes looking him up and down, her full lips set in a lazy smile. “Oh yeah,” she said in a sensual, sonorous tone. “She’s in there.” He jerked her chin back towards the mansion. “Just head on over and knock. Don’t mind Misty. She’ll help you out.”
“OK,” Jack said slowly, the woman’s casual attitude not helping his nervousness. “Does Alice... work here, or something?”
The woman chuckled, stowing the rag in the pocket of her coveralls. As she stood, Jack felt certain she was easily taller than him. Stronger than him, too, judging from the tone of her well-muscled arms poking out from her rolled-up sleeves. “Sure. Though I doubt in the way you’re thinking.”
She gave him a last look, and, satisfied with what she saw, knelt back down and returned to her spot underneath the car. Jack considered calling to her again, but ultimately decided against it. With a long, deep breath, he made his way towards the house.
Despite the shutters, Jack felt like he was being watched as he approached the front door. There was no doorbell, just a brass knocker adorning the center of the door. Jack knocked a few times, then took his phone from his pocket. There were another two missed calls from his mother and one more text message.
"Jack, you don't have to do this. After what she did, you don't need anything from her. Just let it go and come back."
Jack sighed and put away his phone. His mother didn't understand. He needed to see her one last time. Needed to show her—show himself—that he had grown past what she had done to him. He reminded himself of the directives his therapist gave him. Ignore the body. Ignore the feelings. They were only the remnants of her sister’s control. They had no power over him.
He drew himself up at the sound of several locks clacking open. on the door before it slowly swung open. Standing in front of him was a very attractive woman in a tight, alluring maid’s uniform.
"Good afternoon, sir," the maid said in a polite, lilting voice. "We've been expecting you."
Jack swallowed the lump in his throat. He hadn't expected there to be a housekeeper, much less one so beautiful. She was tall and slim, with long blonde hair and a tanned complexion. Her bright blue eyes looked out at him through a thin pair of glasses.
Jack blushed and looked away from the woman. "Thank you."
The maid stepped aside and gestured him in with a slight bow. For a moment, Jack considered turning right around and walking back to his car. He couldn't bring himself to do it, though. He had come this far.There was no choice but to go through with it.
Jack stepped past the maid to the house's grand foyer. A beautiful chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room and reflecting on the polished marble floor.
Jack mouthed the words "Jesus fucking Christ" as the maid walked by.
"I'll inform Mistress that you're here," she said pertly.
Jack stared at the woman as she ascended the marble staircase. "Mistress?" He shook his head. Things were just getting weirder and weirder.
He looked around the room, his nervousness mounting. Surely her sister didn’t actually live here? How could she have amassed enough wealth to afford such a fancy home? The only way he could think was if she had married some sugar daddy. The thought gave him a strange and uncomfortable feeling in stomach.
Down one hallway, he could see the edge of a kitchen, its lights bright and inviting. Through a curved arch was smaller living room where a lit fireplace set into the wall around a wide, comfy couch made of red leather. A beautiful piano was in front of the fireplace, its polished surfaces shimmering in the fireplace light.
Standing there, a sound slowly drew Jack’s attention from warmly lit room. From a narrow passageway edged in shadow under the stairs, Jack heard the soft sound of voices. He furrowed his brow as he strained to hear, edging towards the noise.
The passage with a series of wooden doors on either side, ending in a larger metal door that was stranger than all of them. As he neared, he could hear the voices more clearly. Jack stopped, heart pounding as he realized what he was hearing wasn't words. They were moaning. Soft moans that rose and fell as he stood at the entrance. His eyes widened as the voice let out a sudden cry that was thick with pleasure.
"Uhhnnn... Yeessss......"
Jack's eyes went wide at the sound. Backing away from the corridor.
"Hey there, brother," a voice carried down from the floor above. "I'm glad you came."
***
ALICE WALKED SLOWLY down the stairway, her attire equal parts elegant and scandalous. Her raven hair was up in a bun, showing off her long neck and the long line of her back. She wore a black bustier that pushed up her ample breasts and hugged her slender waist before melting down into a tight skirt that hugged her thighs.
Her heels clacked on the stairs as she descended them. As she neared, he could see her makeup, dark red lipstick and cobalt eye-shadow that emphasized her smoldering brown eyes. None of it changed the creamy complexion of her skin, nor the smile that was always too close to a smirk to be anything but mischievous.
After five years, there was so much that was different. And so much that was the same.
Alice pointed at him with a long, slender finger. "Let me guess. You're wondering about the house."
Jack laughed, and it sounded a little less nervous than he felt. "My running theories involve rich dead husbands or cracked bank safes."
"Too easy and too boring," she said with a dismissing shrug of her bare shoulder. "Though I appreciate you not jumping to high-class brothel or human trafficking ring."
“I would have gone with ‘professional assassin’ before either of those.”
Alice chuckled. "Awww. My brother knows me, even after all this time."
He turned towards her as she passed him. "You look different, Alice."
"And you look exactly the same. Do the changes bother you?"
He felt the question tug at something deep inside him. "You know what I think, Alice. That won't ever change. That... that was the problem."
"That last sentence is the only one I disagree with."
He stared at her playful smirk, now more striking with her crimson lipstick. He forced himself to look away. "I'm not starting that with you. That's not what I'm here for."
"Ok." Alice put her hands behind her back and leaned against the living room arch. "What are you here for?"
"I," he said, and then his ears pricked at the sounds, the women’s voices, from the corridor rooms perking up again. His eyes shifted towards the passage. He pointed towards the corridor. "OK, that's the second time I've heard that. What is... what?"
Her grin grew slightly. “I’ve got some medical, training, and break rooms back there. For the staff. And guests, occasionally. I believe Sarah’s in there now, taking some… personal time.”
She paused. "I could elaborate, but that seems an awful lot like something you're 'not here for.'"
"What? Wait... How many... what are they..." he felt the ideas and images poised at the edge of his mind, and forced them away. "Never mind. You're right. I’m not here for that."
His sister nodded, the amusement clear in her eyes. "Sure. You were... saying something before the horny noises distracted you?"
It was so hard for Jack to look at her sister. All this time, and it was still like nothing had changed for her. That coy smile. Those smoldering eyes... Her voice. Her body.
Her body that he had caressed and kissed every square inch of. Flashes of his dream flickered in his mind. Flashes of their ill-fated beginning. Of how she'd shown him how to touch her. Of their single kiss, a kiss he could still feel tingle on his lips.
Jack rubbed his temple with one hand, trying to coax away the ache that was springing up there. "I was... uh... going to ask how you've managed living here. It's... a lot."
She ran a hand along the smooth, white and black marble. "I had to do something when Mom kicked me out. By some twist of fate, it turns out that thing was extremely valuable to the right people."
"You're not sounding less like a professional assassin, you know that, right?"
"Maybe," Alice said with a chuckle, "but I like to think what I do is more interesting than that."
"I'm sure it is." Jack shook his head. "But a mansion? Servants? People don't just up and get that kind of money, Alice."
The servant—Misty, the woman outside had said—slipped by him to whisper something in his sister's ear. She nodded in response, then looked at him. "You really want to know what I do?"
Jack could feel the shadows of how the mischief in her smile used to make him feel. It was a stark contrast to the trepidation it now inspired in him. He knew he should focus on what he was there to do, but something in him cared. More than that, something in him felt worry. What had his sister gotten herself into?
He let out a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah. I kinda do."
Alice's smile grew and gestured for Jack to follow her. Together, they passed through the living room to an expansive dining room with a long table at its center. On the wall was one of the largest TVs Jack had ever seen. More strange was that one corner of the room held a bank of computers like none Jack had ever seen before, with screens positioned on the walls and held up by metal arms.
Two women awaited them next to the table. One stood wearing a sheer white blouse showing off the gentle curves of her breasts and a pair of black pants that hugged her shapely ass. The other sat with her feet up on the table, her dark falling over one eye. She had on a tan leather jacket and a thin, tight shirt that clung to her petite frame. She grinned at Jack as they approached.
The other one bowed slightly as they approached. "Mr. Salinger is on hold for you, Mistress."
Alice's walked to the woman and stroked her pale cheek gently. “Thank you, Nell. How long have we had him on hold?”
"Approximately ninety minutes." the woman said primly.
"Excellent." She glanced down at the other woman. “Are we ready?”
The woman turned her tawny face up to Alice and twiddled her fingers. “You kidding?” she said with a slight accent Jack couldn’t place. “I’ve handled harder sessions in my sleep.”
The other woman, Nell, arched an eyebrow. “Are you referring to the times you nodded off on the job, Rosa?”
“If you don’t want me napping on the job, find me harder work to do.”
Alice chuckled. “The time will come, Rosa. For now, let’s do the assignments we’re given.”
Rosa sighed, then rolled off the chair to her feat and seated herself at the corner computer bank. Nell gave another prim nod, then moved away from the table, her attention on a clipboard in her hand.
Jack leaned over to his sister as he watched Rosa type in a series of commands causing several of the screens to light up. "How many people work for you here?"
She nudged him away with a push from her hips. "Enough. Now hush. I've got work to do."
Jack watched in confusion as his sister took a seat in a plush leather chair. He felt the assistant's eyes on him again. He turned to see the Nell’s gaze focused squarely on his crotch. Her leering stare lingered for several seconds before she looked away, a shadow of a smile on her lips.
Alice let out a contented sigh, crossed her and laced her fingers. "Put him through Rosa."
“Here he comes,” she said, pressing a final key on the computer. The massive screen flicked on, and the large, balding face of a man appeared, his pink skin glistening slightly with perspiration. Jack could see the edge of a tie and business suit rising from the bottom of the screen.
Alice's expression had become something Jack didn't recognize. Her features became tight and controlled, her narrow jaw set tight. The mischief so often in her eyes had shifted to something much closer to malice.
"Well, now," she said, her voice low. "If it's not my fourth most disgusting little piggy. How are you doing, pig?"
The man visibly shivered, and Jack saw a faint, scintillating glow cast upon his sweat-speckled face. His eyes seem to glaze over as he spoke. "Thank you for... for speaking with me, Mistress. I've... not been able to stop thinking about you since we last spoke..."
"I know you haven't, piggy," Alice purred. "And you're going to pay for each and every filthy fantasy you sully my existence with."
Jack watched, dumbfounded. He never in a million years could imagine his sister doing this, even after everything she had done.
"So tell me, piggy," she asked, leaning forward in her chair. "What have you brought for me today?"
The man's breathing became shallow. He wiped his face with a damp cloth. "I've m-made the deposits as you instructed, Mistress. One hundred to our mutual friend. Twenty-five into yours... and I've u-uploaded the p-pictures."
Alice arched a brow as she drew a sleek-looking phone from a pocket on the chair. The image that appeared there mirrored one of Rosa’s screens. He couldn’t fully make it out in either place, but there was a lot of bare flesh shown. His sister frowned.
"These are blurry, pig."
"I-I'm sorry, Mistress. The man you sent came only minutes before my wife was due home. I didn’t have enough time..."
Alice rolled her eyes. "You're assuming I care, piggy. I'm sending two men this week. I want pictures of them both fucking your fat, disgusting hole or I'm sending your wife the entire collection I’ve amassed of your escapades."
"Yes, Mistress."
"And I expect thirty in my account next week for wasting my fucking time."
"Y-yes, Mistress."
The man was panting now, his mouth slack and eyes in a haze. The glowing pattern reflected on his countenance seemed to shift and pulse. Jack couldn't understand it. It sounded like Alice was blackmailing this man, and he looked like he was about to come right there on the call.
"And don't you dare cream your pants while you look at me, pig. You know the rules. You cum for your special friends, and nowhere else. Understand?"
The man shuddered again, beads of sweat dribbling off his nose and down his cheeks. "Yes, M-m-mistress."
"Good," she said, and like a languid panther, uncrossed her legs and rose from her chair. "And remember, we love this. Don't we, piggy?"
"I love this," the man whimpered. "I l-live, for your attention. I live for your abuse."
Alice let out a throaty chuckle as she tapped on her phone. "That's right, you do. Now go make me some more money, you worthless, fat bastard."
Before the man could reply, Alice signaled Nell to cut the feed. Alice closed her eyes and took in a long, deep breath, letting it out slowly. When she turned back to Jack, the cruel countenance she had borne for the man had dissolved, and her normal, smiling face returned.
She spread her hands out. "Ta da."
Jack stared at her in disbelief. "How... how can you do something like that?"
"Because they pay me ludicrous amounts of money?"
He stepped back from her. "You're doing to them what you did to me. I saw it in his eyes! You're still fucking doing it!"
Alice stood looking at him for several seconds before her eyes shifted to her servants. "Nell, Rosa, could you give me and my brother a moment alone?"
Nell nodded, as did Rosa, after a moment. "Of course, Mistress."
Alice turned to Jack as the women walked briskly away. She lid herself up on the table, crossing her legs in a smooth motion. It reminded Jack of how she sat on the counter in his dream. "So. What is it you think I'm doing to them, Jack?"
"You're fucking with their heads," he said, feeling suddenly lightheaded. He put a steadying hand on a nearby chair as he felt the memories from his dream, that dream and others, flickering back.
He could hear his therapist's voice as he clenched his eyes against the memories. "Memories. Feelings. Emotions. They do you no good, Jack. After what she did to you, it’s too hard to say what’s real and what’s not. Push them away, Jack. It’s the only thing you can do."
His therapist's guidance, guidance that had held over almost five years, seemed to do little for him there in front of his sister. He forced his eyes open to see Alice watching him. Her smile had faded. She looked worried.
"You all right, Jack? Maybe you should sit down."
Jack reflexively stepped away as she moved towards him. "It's not just him," he said. "These women you have here. There's something wrong with them, too. Is there... is there anyone you've not brainwashed? Is that what they pay you to do?"
Alice said nothing for a long time. He could see her thinking. Could see her eyes soften as he looked at him, looking like they had so many years ago. Like they had when she had asked him...
"Everything she did to you was a lie, Jack. Do you really think you would have done what you did if she hadn't violated your mind?"
"It is what they pay me to do, Jack. That and more. Whatever it is you're thinking I do, I've probably done worse. What's more? I've enjoyed every minute."
Her eyes drifted from his. "And I wouldn't have been able to do any of it without you."
Jack's head hurt. The ache in his temples had flourished to a pain that rested behind his eyes and crept up his skull. "You're worse... worse than I could have imagined..." he said, almost stumbling before catching himself on the side of the table.
He felt Alice's hands at his side, trying to steady him. He pulled away from her.
"She abused your trust, Jack. Made you feel things you didn't actually feel. Think things you didn't think. It's why your sister is so dangerous. It's why you need to listen to what we tell you."
He staggered slightly before finally catching his balance. "I was just your fucking practice dummy!"
Alice shook her head. "That's not true. You are the only person I wouldn't do that to."
Jack could feel his heart beating against in his chest. "They showed me what you did! I'd still be broken if Mom hadn't gotten me help."
Around him, Jack could see others around the room. The dark-skinned woman. The maid. More of Alice's 'help'. How many did she have? How many minds had she broken like she had broken his?
"Please, Jack. Just calm down a minute."
"I never should have come. They were right! They were all right!"
Jack's head was swimming, his vision a blur. No matter where he turned, his eyes always settled back on her. There were tears in her eyes, and he couldn't understand why. Was it a trick? Some other part of her fucked up mind control?
She was saying something, but he couldn't hear. Everything seemed to grow more distant. Memories fought for purchase in his head, seeming to have equal say as his senses. He saw his sister in front of him, in her extravagant attire. He saw her five years earlier in her halter top, smiling and teasing him. Saw her naked and perfect, the vision he had spent years pushing away, now back and vivid as ever.
Jack was only vaguely aware he was falling. He felt something shift, and then a blurry, shifting ceiling lay in front of him. A voice echoed in his memories. Not his therapist this time, though.
"Are you sure you want this, Jack? It's what I've wanted for myself, but you... well, just are you sure?"
As darkness fell upon him, he remembered. At the time, he had been. At the time, he had wanted nothing else.
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