"I need to go after him." I sat up, not bothering to clean myself, and threw the robe over my shoulders.

"No, stay Sean. We can try again, in a little while..." Marg clung to my arm. For a second, I paused, tempted to remain with Marg. On one hand, I felt I owed her the pleasure I hadn�t given her during our first coupling. But then, I reminded myself that I would not even be in the house as a guest, if it had not been for the generosity of Marcus. "I can�t, Marg. But I�ll come back...as soon as I can."

She released me, a pout on her face. "You won�t get through to him, you know. You�re just wasting your time. Don�t you see? He never knows what he wants. And even when he thinks he does, he decides against it later. If there�s one thing you can count on, it�s that he�ll never be pleased...because no one can change what has all ready been done to him."

"What are you saying?"

"I�m saying that he hates everything and everyone, because he hates himself...his face..." Marg was sitting on the bed, a frown on her pretty face. She clutched her discarded nightdress against her chest.

"You certainly know quite a bit about him, considering you�re just a servant." Jealousy flashed threw me, but not as I would have predicted. I wasn�t irked by the fact that she was close to him, but because it seemed that he�d chosen to confide in her. Maybe, he loved her? But then, if he did, why this tawdry display?

"That�s because I�m not his servant, you idiot. I�m his sister." Her words were hissed between gnashed teeth. My mind reeled with this new bit of information. I�d been duped, and I wanted to know why.

My face contorted with disgust, "That�s just...sick."

"Yes. And you�re just the sort of upstanding gentleman that should be judging others, aren�t you?" Marg smiled cynically. "Go. Go after him if you must. You�ll see that I�m right."

I spun on my heels and stomped out of Marg�s room, much as Marcus had before me. I didn�t want to hear anymore from her. It was Marcus I wanted to pose my questions to. Marg was his sister, and yet he�d wanted to see her properly fucked. I wasn�t sure what bothered me most, that or the fact that he had actually touched her. Marcus had fondled her breast in front of me. Or maybe it was even worse than all of that. Maybe my anger had more to do with the fact that the entire twisted episode excited me even more now that I knew the true nature of their relationship? Sweet Jesus, I thought, what have I gotten myself into?

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"Marcus!" Up and down the narrow corridors I went, calling his name; hoping he�d respond. I�d knocked at almost every door on the second level, before I finally came to the room that belonged to Marcus. It was off by itself at the far end of one hallway. I knew it was his at once. Could hear the crackle of flames and the snap of burning wood emanating from the fireplace within. I knew he�d probably heard me beckoning to him � that he�d chosen to ignore me. Unhindered by this, I rapped at his door. "Let me in."

The sound of my own voice impressed me. It was strong, confident even. Clearly not the voice of a beggar. "Goddamn you, Marcus... She�s your sister!"

These words grabbed his attention. I listened as Marcus crossed the room, his steps heavy and quick. He yanked the door open and appeared, his pasty white face grimacing from behind a shroud of dark hair. "And?"

The word he spit out was one meant to challenge me. I fought the impulse to slap him across the side of his face that remained unblemished. "Why? Why would you tell me to be with her? Why were you angry that I couldn�t restrain myself?"

"Please, Sean...just go back to her. Stick your member in her all night long. Be my guest. It doesn't matter." The man shrugged as if he hadn�t a care in the world, and then retreated into his room. He flopped down on a cushioned chair that had been set in front of his fireplace, leaned his cheek against one hand and stared at the leaping flames. Without an invite, I walked in and shut the door behind me. "I thought I was your guest."

My response was a snicker. But I was tired of being ignored, tired of the confusion swimming through my head. "I want an answer."

"We all want things, dear boy. We just don�t always get them." Marcus glanced up at me briefly, and then turned his attention back to the fire. "Hrmpf. I can�t believe she actually told you. She must like you more than she liked the others. Perhaps you bolstered her pitiful self-esteem, when you couldn�t wait more than thirty seconds to drop your seed."

"Others?" My stomach lurched and I fought off the urge to vomit. "You mean..."

"You didn�t think you were special, did you? Oh...no...wait...you did, didn�t you?" Marcus shook his head with regret. "I�m very sorry. What a horrible misunderstanding."

"Why? Why would you do this to me or anyone else?" Weakened, I lowered myself down to the floor in front of his chair, facing him on my knees. I wanted to be able to see the expressions that crossed his face, should he decide to answer.

"It was merely a means to an end." Marcus shifted his icy blue gaze, resting his eyes on me at last. "I ruined her, Sean. Years ago. Now I�m doing my penance. Believe me, if this isn't Hell then I do not know what is."

"What do you mean, you ruined her?" I crawled closer, placing my hand on his knee to offer reassurance. "Tell me? You slept with her, didn�t you?"

"Marg is not to blame. It was all my doing. I was desperate. It happened shortly after my accident, when I was sure no one would ever want me again. She cared for me, kept me alive when I had no will to go on."

"It was an accident; do not think yourself condemned." My grip tightened. I felt sympathy for him; although I knew I would have been well within my rights to rage. But my anger had always been a curious thing. Aside from my mother, I'd never held a grudge against any person long. This time, it had simmered almost as swiftly as it'd been ignited.

"Oh, but it was no accident. You are youthful only in years, you should know better. One doesn't accidentally have intercourse. Besides, it wasn't just once. We carried on for some time, until we were finally caught. Would you like to see?" Marcus bent forward in his chair and took my hand in his. I foolishly thought he was referring to his scarred face. Thought this was the atrocity he meant to show me.

"You don�t have to remove your mask, not unless you are certain that you feel comfortable enough in my presence." His hand felt soft and smooth against mine, as if he hadn�t done a single laborious chore in his entire life. Spoilt, Marg had called him. "Your scars do not concern me. Marcus, I think you are simply beautiful. Truth be told, I have wished for your lips on mine from the first moment we met, when you patted me kindly on the head out in that dirty street."

"I wasn�t referring to my burnt flesh, Sea...though I can assure you, there is no beauty on this face, nor in this body. This is something else, something equally disturbing. Come with me, let me enlighten you."

"I am not so sure thatI can stand another of your surprises tonight, Marcus." It seemed to me that each time I was asked to follow him somewhere; I did so to my own detriment.

"You�ll need to put on a pair of pants and some shoes." Marcus ignored my hesitation and stood. He went to the large wardrobe against his bedroom wall and began searching out what he deemed appropriate clothing. When he�d come across a pair of dark trousers, he tossed them over to me. "Put these on for now...and these shoes."

As quickly as I could, I shrugged off the robe. Very much aware that Marcus was watching me dress. Suddenly, I felt shy before him; even though he had seen my nakedness once before. It was different now, the two of us alone in his quarters. I was no longer a slave to my own heated desire and therefore, no longer brave. In my haste, I nearly tripped trying to step into his pants.

"Sean, you are by far the sweetest boy I�ve ever met." His voice was sincere, but wistful. "You�re perfect, yet there isn�t a vain bone in your body, is there?"

Carrying a thermal undershirt in his hand, Marcus drew near. He put his hand on my shoulder, and let it linger for a moment, and then ran it down my chest. In response to his unexpected touch, goose bumps rose on my flesh. My nipples tightened into hard, dark nubs. Seeing this, Marcus brushed his knuckles over one small peak. "Let us see if you still want to kiss me, after I show you what I�ve done."

"We have all done things that we�re not especially proud of, Marcus." My throat was tight, mouth dry. I wanted to ask him about the possibility of a kiss, and forget all else. Wanted to know if he might truly fancy me, as I did him. And if it turned out that he did, then I wanted to know if he feared it would be morally wrong to act on such feelings. The reality that he�d all ready done the unthinkable, in the eyes of society, made me hopeful that he wouldn�t care about other perversions. Mine in particular.

"You think?" He asked huskily, still caressing me with the back of his hand. "Then you should know, I�m a much more demanding lover than my sister."

I gasped, feeling a slave to my hormones. Never before had I found myself so rapt in physical pleasures. But it wasn�t just this man�s body that I desired. It was much more. There was something about him, something morbid and frightening that I found myself painfully attracted to.

"Ready to go?" Marcus removed his hand, and though I didn�t snatch it in my own, I wanted to feel it back on my chest. I wanted to feel him, to be as close to him as possible. If I thought he�d have allowed it, I�d have wrapped my arms around him tightly and refused to go anywhere. I wanted to convince him that the past didn�t matter, and in the process perhaps persuade myself of this too.

"I suppose..."

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Together, we made our way down a steep staircase into the bowels of the spacious old house. The air grew colder as we descended, and a moldy scent filled my nose. I grabbed the tail of Marcus� shirt, afraid I might trip and fall or worse yet, that he�d try to disappear on me. I didn�t want to be left alone in the vast darkness. There was only one lantern, and it was Marcus who used it to light our way. As much as I found myself attracted to the man, I�d learned fast that he could be unpredictable. And he could lie.

Once we reached the end of our plummet, Marcus grabbed my arm and escorted me through piled storage crates and pickled foods, rusting tools and racks filled with bottled wine until we at last came to an entrance way, one that had no door. He turned to me, before we stepped into the small room on the other side. "You should prepare yourself. You�ll undoubtedly find this disturbing."

"Just go in. Let�s have this over with." I wanted out of the dismal place, was sickened by its rank smelling air and chilled by its temperature. Butterflies swarmed in my stomach. "I�m not as easily shocked as you might think."

Marcus held my gaze fixedly for a minute, then nodded and ducked into the adjoining room. I followed.

I do not know what I expected to see within the confines of those four walls, though I knew it was some atrocity. However, I thought myself calloused to unpleasant sights, as I'd lived in the most wretched part of the town. I couldn't have been more naive. Never had I imagined that I would find myself staring down into a rickety cradle full of bones. Infant sized bones with a a dainty doll-like skull and hollowed sockets for eyes. The maggots had gnawed the last of its flesh. Now the sad heap laid swaddled in a drab pink blanket. Bile climbed my throat and threatened to choke me. I gagged, then staggered backwards into Marcus.

"This...is my daughter Amelia." I turned and stared up at him in horror. The room was dimly lit, but even without much light I could see the deadpan expression on Marcus� face. "She died a few hours after she was born. I�m not exactly sure what caused her demise, though I have every reason to suspect she was never meant to live. There are solid reasons why siblings shouldn�t mate. Margie has never gotten over the loss. In fact, she still comes down here every day...to sit beside this goddamn cradle."

"Ohjesus...jesus..." And then it dawned on me; the purpose of my being there, in the house with Marg and Marcus. "Is that why... Are you telling me that you brought me here to impregnate your sister?"

"Well yes, that was the plan...initially." Marcus took hold of my elbow. "Now, I�m not sure."

"I need to get out of here." I pulled my arm out of Marcus� hand and bounded from the room, leaving the wretched heap of bones behind me. Silently, Marcus followed.

The memory of the tiny corpse, haunting me like the remnants of a bad dream, I wandered back towards the staircase. When I found it, I sat on one of the bottom rungs. Tried to clear my head enough to comprehend all that had happened. "But...why? Why was your sister dressed as a servant? Why trouble yourself with such a facade?"

"Men find it easier to take advantage of lowly women. We figured that, this way, no leech would bed her for financial gain...or interfere with any possible child." He exhaled noisily, "I�m sorry that I involved you in all of this. If you want to leave, you can go. I won�t stop you."

"What? Leave now that the deed has been done, as you had planned all along? What if she�s with child? MY child?" Incensed, I spit out my words. "I�m not going to walk away. I won�t do that, no matter what Marg wants."

"What about what *I* want, Sean?"

"And what is it you want, Marcus? To raise someone else�s child as your own?" Tears stung my eyes; they threatened to spill out over my cheeks and humiliate me further.

"We don�t know that there will even be a child." Marcus put his lantern on the dirt floor and crouched down in front of me. "Do you still think I�m beautiful?"

"I think you�re beautiful, warped and cruel. Lucifer was quite beautiful too." Sitting there, I scowled at Marcus through hot tears. Hating him and wanting him all at once.

"And what of your nature, Sean? What does it say of you, that you can lust after a man? In your own way, you�re every bit as warped as I." He rested his hands on my thighs, letting their heat burn through my trousers. And then, he leaned in close. So close that his lips were nearly brushing against mine as he spoke. "I�m going to show you what it is to know a man. Then, you may decide where and to whom you belong."

I heard myself make a pitiful noise, something between a whimper and a squeak, as Marcus licked at the tears trickling down my cheeks. I parted my lips - wanting him to kiss me, wanting to feel his full lips against my skin. Anywhere, everywhere...it didn�t matter. But instead of complying and giving me the kiss I sought, he moved to my neck. There he sucked at my flesh and bit into me with his teeth, hurting me without a hint of mercy. "Arrrgh, Marcus...Marcus that hurts..."

"This is nothing, friend. When I'm done with you, you will be bruised in places you never imagined." Marcus whispered in my ear, his hands sliding up the back of my shirt. "Mmm. Your skin is soft. You�re just a little boy, aren�t you? Playing at being a man?"

Body limp, I was torn upward on to my feet. I struggled to maintain my balance. "Kiss me? Please? Please..." His mouth covered mine, his strong lips sucking at my tongue, drawing on it as I imagined his mouth would draw on my cock. And wonder of wonders, I could actually feel his mouth on my cock as if he were doing just that.

Marcus pressed his hips to mine, letting me feel his arousal against my own stiff organ. The man felt big. I was just a bit frightened, as I wondered what he might do with such a sizeable organ. But then, that was also part of the thrill. I reached between us to touch it with my hand. "You like that, Sean? Take it out. Hold it for me."

My hands were shaking as I unfastened his trousers, even more so when I reached inside and guided his fat prick out. I wrapped my fingers around it, as I did with my own when in need of release. "Oh...you're sticky...as stiff as me...I didn't know..."

Growling, Marcus took possession of my mouth again, backing me up against an old tool bench. I jerked on his shaft, only pausing to let him strip off my shirt, my hand sliding nice and easy now that he was coated in his own dribbling fluid. Faster and harder, I pumped until he slapped my hand away brusquely. "Not like that."

Marcus took a step back, treating me to a view of his glossy, bright red cock. Gazing down to watch himself, he ran a finger over his length, and then dipped it into the drooling slit at the tip. "Wrap your lips around this?"

He offered his finger, and I accepted. I had never even tasted my own cum, yet there I was ready to feast on his. I slurped and moaned, letting the taste of his salt coat my tongue. Marcus twirled his finger inside my mouth, and then drew it back out. His blue eyes darkening, all ready glassy.

After that, everything seemed to happen quickly. Marcus spun me around, and pushed my chest flat against the cluttered tool bench. He expressed no regard for my discomfort. My pants were shoved down around my ankles, leaving my ass prone and exposed. Behind me, I heard Marcus draw in a sharp breath. "My..oh my... You look very obscene, Sean."

I was glad he couldn�t see my face, I knew it was scarlet. When he clutched the cheeks of my ass and spread them wide open, I thought I might just die of humiliation. Marcus bent down behind me, grazing my ass with his teeth. Holding my breath, I waited for him to bite me. The suspense was agonizing. Part of me wanted to beg Marcus to be gentle, but I did not dare. It wasn�t difficult to imagine my protests encouraging him to be even rougher. So I laid there panting, my swollen member nudging against wood. But he didn't bite me. Instead, he leaned in close and smelled me like some animal. Then, he covered my pucker with his mouth. Sucking and prodding at it with his tongue, lapping until I could feel my clenched hole opening beneath his ministrations. It was such blissful torture, I thought I might scream. Like a mantra I sobbed, "ohgodohgod..."

My legs were threatening to buckle beneath me. I stretched my arms out and grabbed the edge of the tool bench for support. If he continued to eat at me as he was doing, I would lose it. Again. I'd be a disappointment to him. "Marcus, stop...please...if you don't I won't be able to stop myself. I can't..."

Chuckling quietly, as if to himself, Marcus stood. He began to stuff the head of his prick between my sore cheeks. I was slick with his saliva, so it was without much effort that the spongy head popped through my ring of muscle. The rest of his meaty cock followed. He stabbed deep into my ass with one hard shove; nearly blinding me with the intensity of my pain. My virgin hole was stretched wide and torn. God he went deep, so deep I could feel him in my gut. I couldn�t help but scream. "Stop, ohjesus...it hurts."

Marcus' slapped his sweaty hand over my mouth to stifle my cries. "It will get better, if you relax."

Undaunted by my suffering, Marcus pounded his fat prick into me, over and over again. His violent thrusting rocked my entire body. Then, very unexpectedly, something happened. Amidst all of the unspeakable anguish, Marcus reached a place deep inside of me -- slammed into my abused hole and hit...the perfect spot. I thought I might pass out.

Behind me, Marcus grunted. "Oh...Sean...ohyes...."

His prick grew even fatter, and then I felt him climax. Felt the powerful bursts of hot semen washing over my insides. The sensation sent me careening over the edge. My prick pulsed without ever feeling his touch and my seed spewed forth, splattering over the dirt floor below.

When it was over, neither of us moved for a long moment. In truth, I think we were both shaken by what we had just done. Marcus rested his chest against my back, his lips finding my neck and kissing it gently. "Are you all right?" "Sore, but well. Are you disappointed?" Asking this question was relatively easy, when I didn�t have to look him in the eye.

"Disappointed? In you? No. Not at all." His heart was beating fiercely against me. I found this, as well as his words, a small comfort. Marcus gave the back of my neck a final brush with his lips, then eased out his semi-erect organ. In its absence, my hole was left puffy but slackened, a mixture of blood and semen leaking down over my perineum and dangling sack. I felt dirtier than I ever had in all my days on the street. I�d just given myself over to a man who cared nothing for me, or for anyone else. What was wrong with me? That I would sink so low � think so little of myself? It was no consolation that I had been given what I thought I wanted, because in actuality I had wanted much more.

"I would like to stay with you tonight, Marcus. May I?" Feeling vulnerable, I squatted and grabbed the trousers that were tangled around my ankles.

Marcus considered, and then nodded reluctantly. "I suppose you may. Just don�t set your expectations high. I'm not about to become a foolish romantic. I cannot. If it�s coddling you seek, then you should seek it in my sister's room."

Though Marcus was granting my request, his remark stung. My emotions were as raw, as he�d made my body. Silently, I cursed myself for acting like such a child. If there was no part of Marcus that felt for me, he wouldn�t allow me to stay in his room. I blinked my eyes rapidly to keep my tears from spilling over the brim of my lids. Then, wordlessly, I followed Marcus back up the stairs and into his bed chamber. Keeping my body rigid, in an attempt to keep the muscles around my hole constricted. Not wanting to soil the borrowed trousers that I wore.

To Be Continued...