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“Don’t say that–so loud–” Colin’s little sister begs him, her eyes flicking quickly, back and forth, between him and the door.  Going by logic, he should be caring a lot more about this marriage, given the securities that it’d give to the family–shouldn’t he be more worried?  Be taking more precautions, at the very least?

“A-Ah,” is all she manages to voice, the exhalation all breathless quivers as she follows Colin’s command.  It has only taken him two seconds to destroy the symbol of her and her husband’s consummation–her lingerie– and she can only wonder what that means for her, and his, future.  The panties are hanging in shreds upon her hips, their lacy scraps parted enough to no longer be proper barriers over her dripping sex.  Her pink petals are lubricated with her desire.

“I-I’m doing this for the family–big brother–” she gets out, her voice a whimper, high and breathless.  Amelia has already made a mess of herself–her slick is slowly running down the length of her creamy inner thigh.

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"Is that what you tell yourself?" he asks harshly, stopping to survey her face. She obviously wants this, in every way. Still, is that truly what she believes? "You are doing this to get away from me. To be safe from me. Why, Amelia?" Had he become more like his mother than he even noticed? Did he repulse her now?

The thought has him dropping her back onto the ground so that she lands on her feet. Slowly, he backs away and he knows he's wearing his emotions. Unable to mask them. He's ashamed. Zipping up his pants, he begins to turn from her. "Fix yourself, you look like a whore." For once he's not even proud of that.

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“Col–” his younger sister gasps, letting out a sharp breath as her shoulder blades are pinned to the wall. Her many, ruffled skirts are gathered in his hands to be moved away and expose her sopping sex.  The only thing separating her now from his intentions is the snow-white pair of panties, hugging her form above her garter, lingerie that the Baker has clothed her in.  

“The door,” she pants, looking desperately over at the entranceway where anyone could walk in at any moment.  The rough clink of Colin’s belt as he rips it open makes Amelia press her knees together in an attempt to keep herself from dripping into her brand new panties.  “I’m–to be–married–in half an hour–” she whimpers softly, flushing from the neck up, her small, delicate hands clinging to his shoulders for dear life as he mans her, undoes her.

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"What does marriage mean to me, hmm?" He doesn't have to feel her to know that she's ready. She's always ready. "What does this farce of a marriage mean to me?" He doesn't bother undoing her garter belt. No, he just rips her panties to shreds. He doesn't give a fuck that the door is unlocked, he had nothing to hide.

"Open your legs wider," he orders her as he unzips his pants. His cock is straining against his underwear, but soon he'd be home. "Spread for me, love." While waiting for her to do as he bids, he lets his hands travel to her bottom. Watches her beautiful face and prays she misses her fucking wedding.

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She can tell how farcical his grin is, and that makes her all the more uncomfortable.  This should have been her happiest day, a glorious day.  Instead, she’s become a pariah to her family.  Amelia wants to declare that she’s saving them, giving them the amenities that they could not have hoped to find otherwise, but in reality all she would be able to say would be that she missed them all, terribly…

“Find what funny?” she’s forced to ask, out of curiosity and out of indulging her older brother.  He has the walk of a panther, and it makes her insides clench.  

“I…I do need one thing, brother.”  She busies her hands for a brief moment by brushing down her dress, making sure the pearl hairpin the Baker has gifted her will stay in her bourbon locks.  “I have no one to give me away at the altar.”  It is clear what she is asking of him.  “Can you…can you do me the honor of giving me away?”

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Colin stares at her, stopped no more than a foot from her. What a mistake. Grabbing her roughly, he begins to hoist up her many skirts. "I was going to say," he grunts, pushing her back into the wall, "I think it's funny you're wearing white."

The kisses he rains down upon her face and neck are fevered. Like he's forgotten where they are, but he hasn't. He can't. That just fuels his fire, the excitement in him. The rage. "Give you away," growling as he yanks his belt open. "You want me to give you away?" His voice is pressed below her ear, breathing wetly onto her skin. "No," his growl deepens.        "I won't."

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The only thing that could steel Amelia’s nerves right now was the thimble of brandy resting upon the table and the thought of her family waiting in the chapel.  The women fluttering around her are relations of the Baker; she does not know any of them, and Amelia has never felt more alone in her entire life than she does now.  No father to give her away, and no mother to weep over her gown.  It is only the dowry, that and the many other financial gifts which make this all worthwhile.  She has sold herself in a sense, but was there ever really any better fate for her?

Perhaps she isn’t paying attention, but it’s impossible to notice when all the fluttering stills.  Amelia looks up and realizes that all the women have left.  And in their place stands her brother.

“–C-Colin.”  She doesn’t know what to say.  Is he angry? Or happy that she’s found a way to solve their problems? She stands there in her white wedding gown, as white as the flour with which the Baker makes his bread.

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There were a lot of things Colin wanted to say to his younger sister. Some of them weren't too fair, or too appropriate but he's entitled to it. Staring at her with his hands in his pockets, he smiles. A giant fake one. "Congratulations on your happy day, love," he says with faux gusto. "Is there anything you need?" He wanted to stain her gown with blood.

Who did that baker believe himself to be, to take what is his? Colin would curse him. Make him feel as if he was walking on glass for the rest of his life. Make him die every day for an eternity, until he loses his mind. Make him vomit at the touch of any woman, so that he'll never lay his hands on Amelia.

His sweet Amelia.

"I find it funny," he says after a moment of silence, stalking toward her.

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The sun was shining far too bright, like it sought to burn Colin's skin from his face. What an odd day to shine so bright. Like it was mocking him. Stepping into the church almost burned as much, but the Holy Ghost held no true power over witches or else Amelia would be burnt to a crisp by now. Oh, she played her part well.

His siblings fell into step behind him, all silent as if they could feel the rage burning inside of him. They were good children, and the only upside to this unfortunate event was that they would now be well fed. "Don't speak to anyone." It was a warning, not an order. It was easy to tell they were different from how they spoke. They were out of time. Using archaic terms and outdated phrases, it would be easy to set them apart. He hears a chorus of 'yes, sire's behind him and smiles.

The church smells of burnt wax, and sweat. It was packed full of voyeurs, awaiting the spectacle. Soon, the baker would be married to the pariah. He nods at a few guests, finding their seats easily. They were the closest to the altar on Amelia's side of the church. Once his sibings are seated, he excuses himself to use the restroom. Only, he heads towards the dressing chambers instead. He doesn't knock, stepping inside and nodding for the maidens assisting his sister to leave. "Amelia."

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The blood is slow and congealing in her veins.  Amelia knows before she feels it that she’s ruined everything. All they’ve ever had is each other, and the house, and Mother, and Mother is so frightening that half the time, Amelia wishes she didn’t exist.  In one smooth move, she has driven a knife into her brother’s heart, into his back, the way he would have expected the police to do it.  Not his own sister.

Everything they do is tainted.  She’s tainted.  There’s been this hope since Amelia was little that she could somehow escape the curse that hovers around their broken family, but she knows that she would have to give them up first in order to do that.  And she would rather die in Colin’s arms than live with the knowledge that she had left him behind somewhere, choking on her dust.

“Don’t say things like that.”  It’s a shaky whisper, and only after a few seconds does Amelia realize that it’s come from her.  She takes one step forward, then two, then four, and finds herself straddling her brother on his pauper’s throne, prying the whiskey out of his grip and setting it upon the desk.  She sits firmly against the front of his trousers, nothing between them but the fabric of his pants and the soft cotton of her own underwear.  “Don’t ever say things like that.”  Amelia is damning herself, she knows.  The silken wetness of her petals tells her that her body could care less.

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Colin is torn between giving in, and burying himself in her delicous cunt or making her leave himself. Neither win out, but he can't do this not tonight. Gripping her thighs, he whispers to her. "You can't just make it better with what's between your legs, love. I'm not that easy to please, and this won't be easy to forget."

Carefully, he pushes her off, electing to ignore the wetness on his trousers. Her cunt will still be there when he's feeling better. "Why would I want to give you pleasure tonight, love?" he asks rather coldly. "So you can change your mind in the morning? I don't think so." Sniffling, he finishes his whiskey. She had to give herself time to think. He couldn't stand it if she began to doubt them again, he'd rather it be over now.

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When she arrives in the room, the first thing Amelia sees is the shattered glass remains of the lamp that had once stood stoutly upon the desk.  It had been their mother’s favorite, once upon a time.  She bites her lip and directs her gaze towards Colin.

Amelia is stunned by the questions pouring from his lips. And guilt immediately floods her veins, heavy like a drug, the worst drug.  Colin did clothe her, he did feed her.  He fed all of them, as the oldest, and she knows that it has put a strain more awful than death upon him.  His voice as he reminds her how he tends to her physically when she asks for it is an immediate aphrodisiac–her muscles clench inside.  Her lips part just the slightest bit.

“You’re not hard to love at all, brother,” she whispers, a tremor to her own voice.  Amelia can feel the warmth of Colin’s breath upon her face.  “I love you, I love you, and I love you–but it’s…how can we?  You…you are first and foremost my brother.  We…it’s illegal.”

She adds, her face blanched at the thought, “and I think that Liam…L-Liam’s caught on already.”

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Her declarations of love soothe the sting almost immediately but her expression when she suggests their brother knows, that ruins everything. The legality of their love was one issue, they were witches for God's sake. Them breathing was fucking illegal, and he didn't give a shit about the law. But her expression... He moves away.

"You love me, and you're ashamed," he says numbly, staring at the massive bookshelf beside the door. "You're disgusted by what we do. By how I love you." He unbuttons his top few buttons, trying to get some air. He felt like he was suffocating, like she was smothering him. "Liam doesn't care, he's never said a word but you... You're ashamed." He hadn't expected this from her, not once had she... Blinking back tears, he turned his back on her. He was their patriarch for God's sake and she shouldn't see him cry. Not ever.

Resolutely, he says, "I won't touch you ever again. I'm sorry I made you feel shame, love." He pours himself another glass of whiskey before sitting back down. Everything in this room is old, and suddenly he's ashamed of it. Ashamed of how they've been living. Not about loving her, no, but not loving her in a way she would be proud of. "You may leave."

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Amelia keeps her eyes fixed upon Liam’s golden halo of hair, lets her fingers run through its silken strands as a means of soothing herself.  Despite her best efforts, a lump still forms in her throat– it’s true that she doesn’t earn her keep, not like the rest of them.  She doesn’t go outside, even though on multiple occasions she has tried; her brother has never let her, telling her to keep and clean house inside, where she would be safe. Safe from what?  He has never let her find out. The drag of his knuckles across her spine is a sensation that strangely brings a shuddering chill down Amelia’s back.

“Oh, Liam,” she murmurs softly, with a small smile meant to reassure.  They have a difficult enough family life as it is, there’s no need for a rift or squabble between the older siblings that will frighten or sadden the young ones.  “Take a rest,” she says instead, urging him with that same smile onto the bed, helping him pull off his worn boots, slinging his coat on the back of a chair.  “I’ll wake you for supper.”

Making sure that Liam is settled and comfy in the confines of the bed is a soothing, domestic  task that puts Amelia’s mind at ease for a few precious moments.  She doesn’t like the look of disapproval on Colin’s face, and it haunts  her thoughts.  It isn’t long before she heads to the study, knowing who will be waiting for her there.

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The moment he steps into his study, Colin knocks over the nearest piece of furniture. Fists shaking with anger at his sister's behavior, he stares down at the lamp he just destroyed. What was she thinking? After all he's done for her...

He waits for her arrival patiently, knowing she had no choice but to come to him. When the door opens, he stares at her from where he's seated, knees slightly apart as he sips on a glass of whiskey. "This is my fault," he says gruffly, wiping below his bottom lip. "I treat you like a princess, and I see why that was my mistake."

Setting his glass down, he stares at it for a moment before meeting her eyes. "I take good care of you, don't I Amelia? I clothe you, and feed you." He was genuinely hurt, it showed in his eyes. This wasn't a mind game. "I hold you when you need comfort, and fuck you raw when you ask me to." Standing up, he moves closer to her. Not intimidating, slightly hunched so that he maintains eye contact.

"So tell me Amelia," he says softly, toe to toe with her. His voice is unwavering, hands hovering by her cheeks but not touching. He didn't trust himself. "Am I so hard to love?"

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She can feel it, like a worm burrowing into her brain, like roots gripping down upon the tissue, and she wants to rip them off, rip them out and away from her–but she can’t, and the longer time passes, the less she wants to, and tears are dripping in a slow stream down Rachel’s cheeks.

She can’t scream.  Her body is pliant, is accessible–her lips part for his tongue when he samples her, her hands open for gripping his arms, and her legs rub against his, needing oh-so cherished friction–but her heart feels like it’s splintering, and her eyes–they’ve never been so distant.  Trying to abandon the body that has failed them.  She’s trying to leave before it’s too late.  Trying to leave the sinking ship.

AM I SO HARD TO LOVE?

Flashes of men, of so many men.  Tall men, short men, angry men.  Divorced men.  Married men.  Gay men.  Unhappy men, pulling at her clothing.  Jubilant men, staring down at her pink flesh before they rip into it.  Each of them screaming, into her hair, into her skin, “AM I SO HARD TO LOVE?”

Rachel’s eyes are bowls, wet and empty.  This man–she had been a fool to hope.  To try.  Things like love are luxurious to her.  They’re not things for her.  She had been so foolish to hope.

“Why?” she asks, and her voice cracks, broken, the air gone before she can properly finish the word.  And her hands hold his, caress them, and her legs twine with his own, and her body gives over like it has so many times before.  And she is heartbroken.

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He's so close to having her, he can taste her surrender. And it's exhilerating, feeling her succumb. Almost there, and then he's sick. It's her voice, so small and defenseless. The way her body slumps with defeat. He's seen this before. He's picked up the pieces of his heartbroken mother.

Letting her go like she was suddenly burning him with her vacancy, he watches her slide to the floor with an empty stare of his own. "Because," he says simply, "I'm tired of being alone." He'd lost track of the years, forgotten his own age. And then she broke into his haze, pulled him out of the soot. Now she wanted to bury him once more? She'd given him such hope, and now he was... Pissed.

He'd never been afraid of becoming his father, not truly and even now he isn't scared. He's fucking furious. Was this his destiny? Was this the only thing he could every truly own? No, fuck that. She would love him, but not like this. She will love him with everything she has.

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Alice scoffs, obviously unimpressed by everything he has to say. "You live in a mess," she says shortly, gesturing to the world around them with obvious disgust. Earth wasn't what it used to be, and Lucifer had been right. "Enjoy it, but don't keep me from doing my job." From her messenger bag, she pulls a loaded manila folder and hands it

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She has the rag, white that’s turned yellow with age, and she’s moving quickly to towel off Liam’s hair, but Amelia still doesn’t miss the look that the two men in the room have just shared.  It’s paralyzing, because  the look in Liam’s eyes is unmistakable–he knows.

Her hands are shaky as she begins briskly rubbing Liam’s blond mop with the towel.  Colin’s hand is a tingling reminder against the dip in her spine.  And Amelia is no longer in the mood to follow suit with their dalliance.  What have they been doing?  What could they have done, if not stopped?

“A-Ah, Liam can help you,” came the soft proposal from his sister’s lips.  Her eyes are intensely trained on her younger brother’s head, avoiding any glance backwards to see a reaction.  “Right, Liam?”

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Colin didn't like being challenged, and she of all people should know that. He hides his clenched fists in his pockets but not before dragging his knuckles across her back on the way. Was she losing her mind? He would fix that.

"Don't be a lazy girl," he says, as if amused. "Liam has been working all day long, and you've done nothing but sit pretty." Their little brother has averted his gaze to the floor, knowing better than to speak up on Amelia's behalf. Colin took care of them, but every year he resembled their father more and more. "It's about time," his voice grows more terse, "you start earning your keep."

Liam doesn't find that entirely fair, it's not like Colin ever gave Amelia a task. He always spoiled her, always said she was different. Why the sudden change of heart? And why try to make her feel bad about it? He waits until Colin leaves the room before speaking up. "That's not fair, Amelia. Don't listen to him." He gives her a small smile. "I can help him."

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           “NEWSFLASH, sweetheart– Daddy doesn’t want you anymore.” 

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Colin's heart is racing, staring as Amelia leaves. Her little ass is so perfectly defined in her dress. It takes everything in him not to drag her back in here and kick Liam out. His eyes shift to their little brother, giving him a half smile. "Were you successful then?" He gets nothing but a scoff in return, but he doesn't care because pretty soon Amelia is reentering the room and she's all he can focus on.

"Amelia, darling," he says, touching the small of her back as she moves to Liam. His brother's eyes meet his, and it's clear that he knows exactly is occuring between the two of them. Good, Colin wasn't ashamed. "Meet me in the study once you're done cleaning this wanker up. I need your help with something."