Let me begin by saying this:
I didn't mean for it to go this far.
When I first started writing this story, I had no intention of hurting anyone — emotionally or otherwise. I wanted to create something exciting, intimate, something that made you feel connected to the characters and their struggles. I never thought I'd be the reason some of you felt genuinely betrayed, angry, or heartbroken by the time you reached the end.
And I'll admit…
As I was writing the twist, there was a moment where I paused — fingers hovering over the keyboard — wondering if I should really go through with it. Was it worth it? Was it necessary?
But then…
I laughed.
Because deep down, I already knew the answer.
Yes. It was worth it.
Because I did it on purpose. 😈
It all started around 2AM — that cursed time when the mind strays into dangerous territory. I sat there and thought:
"What if I just ruin everything? What if I take the path no one wants, just to see it all fall apart?"
And I did.
I saw the warning signs in your thoughts — the silent fears that started bubbling as early as Chapter 11.
"Please don't let someone else have her."
"Protect her."
"Don't do it."
Oh, I read those pleas — and let me tell you:
I enjoyed every single one of them.
Because in that moment, I decided:
I will destroy your favorite girl.
I will make her fall, break your expectations, and leave you staring into the void.
And what's even darker?
That wasn't the original story at all.
No — the real plan was different. It was soft and steamy. A tale of two lovers navigating forbidden passion, stealing kisses behind closed doors, touching hands under the dinner table, getting caught in the bathroom — just barely escaping discovery. It was supposed to be a story about them, against the world, sneaking through danger with hearts pounding and bodies burning.
It was going to build toward summer break, where they'd finally get real time together — free from eyes, free from rules, free to be in love.
But instead…
I woke up in the middle of the night with a wicked idea.
And I let it consume everything.
So yes… I'm sorry.
But at the same time?
I'm sitting here, laughing my ass off. 💀
See you in the next story — maybe I'll be kind next time.
Or maybe… not.
— Your ever-smiling villain of the pen.
I will do this till last chapter
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Chapter 16:
Despite Mikey's douche move this time around, I managed to forgive him, though from then on I got my money up front. My cousins, including Todd, a few weeks later, turned out to be some of my best customers, although they were by no means my only ones. Faith was a popular piece of ass, and she was mine to sell one piece at a time.
It wound up being a pretty great summer for me, and I think Faith enjoyed it too. I was able to quit my job, as I made more money pimping her out than I could have working. I could have made a lot more by being less discriminating, but I cared about my sister and didn't want to risk her getting hurt. I didn't let her go with just anybody, only friends and family. I also took cues from her. If it looked like she didn't want to do someone or something, I usually refused on her behalf, and if she didn't seem to enjoy it, I told her I wouldn't let her do that again. Plus, absolute secrecy was a condition of anybody getting pussy. I didn't want anybody outside finding out what my sister was doing and ruining her reputation. So, you see, I was being pretty responsible with her.
That's why I say what happened wasn't all my fault. It was a little my fault. But Mom, Dad, Samuel L. Jackson, the people I pimped her out with, and Faith herself for agreeing all share in the blame. It wasn't all me, no matter how guilty I felt over what happened.
What happened was Faith missed a period, in the last week of summer. I should have seen it coming, taken better precautions, but she said she was on the pill, and most people didn't want to use a rubber when fucking her. I sure didn't.
I think it must have been because she missed a pill one day. That can throw your whole body schedule off and you're not perfectly safe for a whole month after. Or maybe she just got a bad batch, and it was ineffective. They say no form of birth control is 100%. But a home pregnancy test soon confirmed that she was pregnant.
It was anybody's guess who the father was. Odds are, just by sure volume of cum pumped into her this summer, it was mine, but it could have been a dozen other guys. There was even an outside chance it was Fred's dog... the pooch had certainly dumped enough spunk in her, while we watched, to breed a whole litter of half-ginger puppy-kids. I know people say cross-breeding like that is impossible, but when you've managed to get your own sister as your willing sex slave, you start to believe anything's possible.
Even though it wasn't totally my fault, I was pretty vocal about my apologies, sobbing like a baby at first in her lap, until I calmed down and we were able to discuss it. She seemed to be the rational one, but I think she was just still numb from shock. She didn't want to keep it, since she knew it would ruin her life. I told her I'd pay for the abortion. Luckily in our state parents don't have to be notified. I took Faith to an abortion clinic, and we got it done. She was a bit broken up afterwards, and in pain after the anesthetic wore off, and we didn't discuss sex, or much of anything, for a few days. I figured she hated me for what I'd forced her to go through. I wouldn't have blamed her one bit.
Finally, I decided I couldn't take the silences, and would rather she told me she hated me if that was what she felt. I went into her room to talk to her. Since I usually only came into her room for one reason, she asked if I wanted to fuck her.
"No," I said. "Don't worry about that. Because of what happened, I'm releasing you from the rest of the deal. School'll be on again pretty soon anyway."
"A bet is a bet," she said firmly. "Until school starts up again."
"Then I'm not going to order you to do anything until time runs out. You've already been through enough. I never wanted to hurt you. So the bet's over."
"Okay," she said finally. "Thank you." We sat there a while, quietly, and then she said, "The next time we do this, can we use condoms more often? I don't want to go through that again."
I was a little stunned. "Next time? We're not going to be doing it anymore."
"I liked it though. I don't think we should do it while school's on, but I thought I could be your slave again next summer," she said.
What? I thought she'd wanted the whole slavery thing, but could never be sure if it was actually that she wanted, or if she just went along with that for the sex. She never admitted it so openly before, or given any hint she'd want to do it after the summer was over. "Next summer," I repeated.
"Only for the slave thing. With school and everything, I just think it could get too crazy. But you can still touch me anytime you want."
"You want to do it again next summer." I was a little slow.
"Maybe over the Christmas break, too," she added as though she was uncertain on that point. "But definitely next summer."
I'd be a fool to turn that down, but I had a rare moment where brotherly concern completely outweighed my baser instincts. "Let's not go too crazy, okay? A lot can happen in a year. You could get a serious boyfriend. You might regret we'd done it all. You could start to hate me. By next summer, you probably won't even want to do it again."
She grinned at me. "Wanna bet?"
The End
And that how the story end but i have released new story and i promise that there would no ntr in that story and i will post more stories like this in future so stay tune with you Moody author who fuck thw whole story just for fun 😊 😊