Brotherly Love - Secrets Revealed - Chapter Four
Brotherly Love
Chapter Four ~ Secrets Revealed ~
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr
6th October, 2009
All Rights Reserved
(Authors Note: This story takes a very cruel, violent and dark twist, for which I apologise to the more gentle-minded readers, and the use of the profanity is not the sign of a weak mind, but is used purely and simply to convey great emotion of a negative aspect. There is violence described, and once again, this is an integral plot integration, not designed to upset or offend â€" but is necessary to set the 'scene' for the final chapter. Once again, I apologise if anyone is offended or put off by the darkness of this story â€" it is intentional for the climatic ending)
Kelsie gasped, hearing the floorboards creak, as one or both parents approached down the hall, and as fear sank its cold, clammy (same meaning, different words?) - she squealed in fright, before she could clap a paw to her muzzle to stifle her fear. Thudding footsteps come racing down the hall, and her door was violently thrown open - revealing a large, anthropomorphic buck standing in the doorway. Kes, still inside Kelsie, and still clutching his beloved sister by the hips, could only squeeze his eyes closed and begin to sob helplessly, knowing that his secret love for his beloved sister - had finally been revealed.
"Dad - its not what it looks like - " Kes squealed, as he struggled to unlock his grasp on Kelsie.
"Get the FUCK away from my daughter!" Snarled the buck, as he advanced, then savagely grabbed Kes by the ears and violently threw Kes back against the dresser.
Kes screamed as his hips crashed into the dresser, then he crumpled to the ground. Kelsie twisted her lithe form about, then as she rose, the elder buck snarled and his left paw flashed out - and his claws gouged five long slashes across Kelsie's muzzle and cheeks, which instantly welled with blood.
"Dad - please - its - " Kelsie shrieked, her paw flying to her wounded muzzle, as her eyes filled with tears. "PLEASE STOP IT!"
Enraged beyond any semblance of control, Kelsie's father slapped her hard enough to send Kelsie crashing down onto her bed, where she lay stunned and shaking, crying hysterically and staring up her father through a haze of salty, stinging tears.
"You..slut!" Kelsie's father roared at her, then savagely struck her across the snout again, snapping her head to the side - making a fine spray of blood spatter across Kelsie's bed cover. How, Keslie - how could you?"
As Kes rose, his rage growing like a branding iron left in a white-hot fire, he clenched his paws and growled, but as quick as the young buck was, their father was older, wiser, and a lot stronger. He spun about - then savagely backhanded Kes across the cheek - dropping the young buck to the floor.
"Get the fuck out - before I kick your fucking head through your ass-hole..." Raged their father.
Crying hysterically, Keslie fled into the bathroom and slammed the door behind her, throwing the bolt and leaning heavily against the door - praying to the God's that her father - who she had never seen so enraged in her life - would manage to control himself - before he went too far....
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"Leave him be, you ass-hole - ENOUGH!" Kelsie's mother shrieked, as she stood between her husband and the sobbing, bleeding buck who lay curled in the foetal position on the hard, timber floor.
With a snarl of bestial anger, Kes' father spat on the floor, then twisted himself about and stormed from the room, slamming the door to his study hard enough to splinter the door frame. Kneeling beside her son, she rested a trembling paw on his shaking shoulder, and Kes screamed and flinched - fearing the savage beating to continue. Cassandra cried, looking at the blood and deep scratches from her husband's sharp claws, that marred Kes' once beautiful muzzle, throat and arms. Kes had tried to defend himself, but he had failed abysmally and blood gushed from his nose - almost as much as the tears flowed from his eyes. Cassandra cradled her injured son to her pouch, rocking him and stroking his bloodied, torn ears as gently as she could.
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Three hours later, Kelsie crept timidly from her bathroom, looking at her disarrayed room and then throwing herself on her bed, clutching her favourite plush-toy to her chest and bursting into fresh tears. Her muzzle was patched as best Kelsie could, and as the salty tears began to seep through the makeshift bandage she'd applied - it brought fresh pain to her already over-fired nerves. Kelsie's ears trembled, as she heard the timid footsteps approach her bedroom door - then through her tears, she looked at her mother, who gazed back with a look of fear, misery and thousand other conflicting emotions - and Kelsie just squeezed her eyes tightly closed, and rolled over, burying her muzzle into her pillow and sobbing hysterically - knowing the bond between daughter and mother - had been irrevocably shattered.
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Cassandra paused outside Kelsie's room, listening to the heart-wrenching sobbing coming from within, before she steeled herself and walked in, closing the door softly behind her. Kelsie raised her tear streaked eyes, then buried her muzzle back into her pillow again - her grief insurmountable and the terrible guilt she felt could was unrelenting. Cassandra paused, then walked to her daughters bed, and sat down beside her, before gently placing a paw on her daughters back.
"Kelsie - we - I need to talk to you." Cassandra whispered, her voice begining to crack with the emotions that consumed her.
A part of Cassandra wanted to cradle her daughter to her pouch, and whisper soothingly to the terrified and distraught young Doe - but another part - a part Cassandra had never known - wanted to thrash the fur off Kelsie, until she was unable to even cry. Fortunately, the inner battle between compassion and aggression was won by Cassandra's love for her errant daughter, and she again touched Kelsie's back with a trembling paw.
"Go away!" Kelsie wailed, her cries muffled by the soft, feather-filled pillow. "You hate me, you know what I done and you hate me for it! I was wrong - I admit it - what I done with my brother was inexcusable - and I accept my punishment!"
"Kelsie, honey - please - I just..." Cassandra's voice broke, and she bit back her tears, before bringing her voice back to normality. "Kelsie - I...why? Why did you let him do that to you? You've always been such a kind, gentle Doe - yet allowing Kes too - "
"I did it, don't you understand me mother?" Kelsie squealed, her paws clutching the bed quilt and kneading it between them. "Kes was innocent - I was the one who first made the advances - who encouraged him - who...willingly and eagerly accepted him as my lover!"
Cassandra's eyes widened, and she felt as if Kelsie's words were a physical slap across her muzzle - so hurtful and stinging were they.
"I did it mother - don't you understand? Kes was scared - we both were - and we knew it was wrong, but he - he was always so gentle - willing to do anything I asked...so yes - I'm responsible - if anyone should be punished, its me - not Kes!"
"You - " Cassandra whispered, shock settling over her like a blanket.
"Yes - me! I encoraged his advances - hell - often, I'd be the one to take advantage of him - he is such a gentle, loving and affectionate Buck. Do you know how many times I fucked him mother? How many different ways, we would lay in this very bed - and he'd take me and bring me to orgasm multiple times? Do you..."
Cassandra slapped Kelsie across the snout - then clutched her hysterically crying daughter and pulled her tight, grasping Kelsie firmly as the young Doe burst into choking, braying sobs of shame, guilt and anger at herself, for what she had done.
"Kelsie - my god, my sweet - gentle Doe," Cassandra moaned, feeling her own hot tears coursing down the fur of her cheeks. "You...no - do you love him - just...answer me that - do you truly love him, or was this just some...childish experimentation?"
"I love him mother - " Kelsie's muffled whimpers come from where her head lay buried against Cassandra's pouch. "I do - I love Kes with my heart and my soul, and neither you - nor my father - can stop that. I'm...I'm sorry mother - but after what father did to Kes - I...I can't stay here."
"Kelsie, please - I...we...need you - please, don't let what your father done - "
"Let? Who let him do what he done to Kes? Who stood up to father and told him he had gone too far? He nearly killed Kes - and for what? Because I found a male - who was everything I had ever dreamed of - who pleasured me in ways I had never experienced, and who - "
Cassandra wept unashamedly, then tenderly caressed kelsie's head again, holding her sobbing daughter tenderly against Cassandra's pouch - rocking her and letting Kelsie cry. Nothing - nothing at all - could be punishment enough, for what Kelsie and Kes had done - but Cassandra knew, that Kelsie would punish herself, worse than anything either she or Pelnak could ever conceive of.
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As Cassandra went to Kelsie's room, Pelnak approached Kes', and he paused at the young bucks bedroom door - then he bit back his own bitter tears, as his paw reached out and grasped the door handle. He paused, then swallowed and bit back his tears - before he gently knocked at the door.
"Kes...its - " Pelnak snuffled, then sighed and gave up any pretences of trying to hold back his grief at what he'd done. "Son...please - we - we need to talk."
"About what - " Kes wailed, from the other side of the door. "So I fucked Kelsie - I've been doing it for years! Did you know that...huh...Dad? Did you know I've mated her, in every way I can - and then a few more you may never have imagined?"
Feeling the white-hot flare of rage building, Pelnak bit it back, finding it a bitter meal - then he opened Kes' door and entered, closing it behind him. Kes looked at his father, then shrunk back against the bed-head, his eyes welling with fresh tears and a look that nearly stopped Pelnaks' heart - for his son no longer looked at the father, with compassion, love and respect - now - he saw his father as some violent, cruel and vicious beast...a look that Pelnak felt turn his blood to ice-water in his veins.
"Son..." Pelnak stammered, then sighed and hung his head.
Kes shrunk back even further, his eyes wide in terror, as Pelnak slowly approached and sat on the edge of Kes' bed, and wrung his paws together, looking down at them and trying to find the right words.
"I - " Pelnak began.
"I did it - don't you fucking realise that?" Kes cried hysterically, his voice cracking. "Kelsie and I have been lovers for years - how you like..."
Pelnaks' resolve snapped like a gunshot, and his paw flashed out again, and savagely struck Kes across his already badly bleeding snout.
"Go on, you fucking ass-hole!" Kes shrieked in rage. "You know you want to do it - so why the fuck don't you? So - I screwed my sister - in every way imaginable, and you know what? I enjoyed every god-damned second of it - I love her, do you hear me? I love her with all my heart, and nothing you or your bitch of a wife - "
Pelnak snarled and grabbed Kes by the ears, twisting them savagely around his fingers - before pulling them back and his other paw grasping Kes by the throat and beginning to squeeze. Kes felt his throat being forced shut, and his clawed at his fathers iron-like grasp, choking and gasping - but Pelnak merely snarled and squeezed even tighter - and Kes began to buck and writhe, as Pelnak strangled him. Just as Kes felt himself about to black out - his tortured lungs shrieking - Pelnak released his grip of Kes' furred throat, then sank his claws into Kes' ears - drawing a torrent of blood.
"You know something," Pelnak whispered, tightening his vice-like grip around Kes' throat. "You're NOT my son - did you know that? You're adopted - Your real mother, was probably some feral Kangaroo, who had the fucking misfortune to be mated with a Dingo! Now, get the fuck out of my house...and never come back, if you do - I'll make what I did to you, seem like a fucking good time...now - walk out of my house - crawl on your fucking paws and knees if you must - whilst you still can...."
Kes was violently thrown to the floor, and for good measure, Pelnak savagely kicked the young Buck in the stomach, making Kes' body fold itself almost in half. Through some incredible inner reserves of strength, Kes got to his knees, then staggered out his bedroom door - and down the stairs. Pelnak blinked, then he crumpled to Kes' bed and clutched his head in his shaking paws, before his emotions flooded over him and he suddenly began crying hysterically - overcome with grief and realising what he'd done - in the white-hot rage that had so enfolded him in its merciless grasp.
"Kes - please...wait!" Pelnak shrieked, his hearfelt grief tearing him apart.
Kes never looked back, as he staggered to the front door - it slamming behind him with a crash. Pelnak would never see Kes again, as long as he lived....
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~ Continued in Chapter Five - The Last Dancer ~