Chapter 8 Nightmare

• The next morning I woke up to a bright light from the window. Thinking about last night made me think it was just a dream.
• Yes, a nightmare!
• My throat felt dry, as if it was exhausted from screaming continuously like the events in the nightmare. As I got up to reach for the glass on the nightstand, the weight on my body threw me violently into the realization that last night was not a dream.
• I found a big arm hugging my stomach. My gaze shot up to my right side. A pair of eyes opened slowly. Revealing her perfect alluring obsidian.
• "You're awake, huh?" said Calvin's hoarse voice.
• I looked out the window. The window was visible with its bright blue clouds. I daydreamed about what happened last night, was it really not a dream?
• Calvin was violent with me. He whipped me like an animal. He slapped my limbs hard.
• He bit my skin in many places. My whole body was moist from his sweeping tongue.
• She didn't let me sleep. The last time I looked at the clock, it was three in the morning. It was only at dawn that I fell asleep.
• "You're not dreaming, baby," Calvin said. His husky voice suddenly gave my body a strange sensation. I turned my head. Our eyes met.
• We shouldn't be like this .... I'm your sister! There's no such thing as siblings of different genders sleeping together naked!
• Under the blanket, I realized my body was unclothed. While Calvin looked topless, somehow waist down.
• "Do you still want to lie again after last night?" Calvin asked.
• I shook my head faintly. Calvin smiled. His hands pulled at my waist, making my breasts press against his hard chest. I looked up to see his face.
• "What time is it? Shouldn't we have breakfast with mom and dad?" I asked trying to melt my own nervousness.
• "No, we don't. Let them have their own breakfast," Calvin said.
• Calvin's anger at my lie was easily assuaged, even if he had to make my body bruised first. Once he was satisfied, he would talk as if nothing had happened. Just like now.
• "Then, how long are we going to be like this?" I asked.
• "Until I give up," Calvin replied. Not the answer I wanted to hear.
• "I mean, you're not worried about being late for work?" I coaxed him, merely to get him to leave the room.
• "No, I'm not. I'm not an employee, honey," Calvin insisted.
• Well, I knew~ he was the managing director, under our father's authority.
• "Ah!" sighed Calvin suddenly. I froze in my tracks. Realizing something.
• "Oh Clara dear, you're building up my pride," Calvin said grimacing. Without him even saying it I already knew, because as soon as I accidentally nudged him, the soft object instantly pierced my sensitive area outside.
• I pulled my hips away. Giving distance from the erect Calvin. Fortunately, the boneless object was encased in a cage. Otherwise, it might have come into direct contact with my skin.
• Cup!
• Calvin kissed my lips briefly. Then he pulled back the covers, put his clothes back on, and walked out of my room. Only then could I breathe a sigh of relief seeing him.
• "Hah~"
• Not wanting to laze around in bed, I got up to sit up. I got off the bed. Now my body was displayed in front of the standing mirror. My entire skin seemed to have a fading reddish rash. There was also one on my small cherry. Calvin had twisted them there last night.
• Glancing at the nightstand, there was the ointment Calvin used on me. Even though he molested me last night, he still took responsibility by gently smearing each of my wounds.
• I turned around, looking at my back area. It was exactly as I imagined. My back had many red traces from Calvin's bites to the slashes of his belt. Of all my reddened limbs, only one was still safe from Calvin's target.
• I looked down. Since last night, my black panties had not moved. Although I remember, in between the action, I felt wet from the sensation. This is strange. Am I going crazy?
• It seems like my brother's madness is starting to rub off on me. How can one's own sister get wet from one's brother?
• Looks like I need some refreshing!
• ***
• After I finished bathing and dressing, I left the room. The dining table was already empty. My parents had gone back to their daily routine.
• "It's a wonder you didn't join us for breakfast," Carey said. We meet on the first floor. He was sitting on the couch watching soccer.
• "Calvin didn't join us for breakfast either. Are you two up to something?" Carey suspected.
• Having breakfast together was something we had to do every morning while our parents were at home. Even if one of us wasn't present at the table, Dad would usually send the waiter to force us to eat breakfast.
• So it was natural for Carey to ask. I also realized something odd. "There wasn't any plan. Why didn't anyone wake me up earlier?" Wondering. This is how I feel now. How strange.
• "I don't know," Carey replied with a shrug.
• "Didn't you send the maid to my room?" I asked again.
• "I did. But the maid came back and whispered something to me. I don't know what the message was, and then he started breakfast ignoring you two," Carey explains.
• "Who was the waiter?" I need to know. If the waiter knocked on my door, and Calvin was still in my room, what exactly had happened? Did Calvin say something to the maid? To the point that he didn't care about us.
• "Erisa," Carey replied as she continued watching the soccer program.
• I nodded. Then I went to find Erisa. She was a waitress in her thirties. Ten years younger than my mother. That Erisa has been working at our house for quite some time. If I remember correctly, she's been here for five years.
• "Erisa," I called out. The maid was chatting with another maid. As soon as I arrived, they dispersed. Except for Erisa, who stayed put.
• "Yes, miss?"
• "Is it true that you came to my room this morning?" I asked to the point. I suddenly saw a streak of panic in Erisa's expression. Why?
• "N-no, miss," Erisa stammered. I didn't just believe her.
• "Tell me the truth," I pressed.
• Erisa looked down. She didn't speak right away. It made me anxious. "Erisa, did my brother threaten you?" I wondered.
• Erisa looked up in surprise. "No, miss, that's not true at all!" she quickly denied.
• "Then why?" I urged. "Erisa, tell me. I won't tell anyone if I find out."
• Erisa seemed to glance around in a wary manner. I was getting more and more suspicious of her. She must be hiding something I don't know about. "S-I did go to Madame's room to wake her up at the request of the great lord. However, Mr. Calvin told me that the two of you didn't come to breakfast. I then reported it to the great lord. The great lord didn't make a fuss about it anymore," Erisa concluded.
• "That's it?" Astonishing. Erisa nodded. "That's all. Thank you, Erisa, for your courage," I patted her on the shoulder and left.
• The question now was directed at Father. I was curious enough to figure out the weirdness in my mind. I've known my family for years. Therefore, if there was anything even the slightest bit strange about them, I would immediately wonder about it.
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