3 comments/ 13955 views/ 13 favorites Cronus: The Anthology Pt. 01 By: cliffhangingtom The characters in this story are fictional and are aged 18 or older. ***** Chapter One: Afraid of the Dark Charlie's Perspective Saturday, December 21, 2002 - 10:24PM Rachel grasped my body closer as the yells grew louder down the hall. My sister was afraid of the dark because that was when the monster came out. I'd be too if her happiness wasn't my concern. When the clock hit 10:00PM, it was my queue to lock my sister's bedroom door. You'd know it's presence by the sound of it's feet as it stumbled across the hardwood floor or the smell of whiskey that emanated from it's body. It had a voice that sounded like our father's, and an appearance much similar to his too. "We have children, for Christ's sake!" Mom's voice traveled through the crack underneath Rachel's bedroom door. "Charlie," Rachel whimpered and nuzzled her head into my chest. I stroked her dark brown hair and whispered back, "It's okay, sweet pea, I'm here. I'd never let anyone hurt you, you know that." She looked up at me and nodded. The moonlight that pierced from between the window blinds illuminated the smile on her beautiful face. "I love you, Charlie," she whispered as she placed her head on my shoulder, and hand on my chest. I glanced at the doorknob, then back to Rachel, and smiled. My hand found it's way to rubbing her back; and it wasn't long before she fell asleep. What happened after the yelling stopped was not something she should have to hear. The commotion went on for a while, and I couldn't stop staring at the light from under the door. I wanted them to come off. But, when they did, I felt tired. I hadn't slept in months, but tonight, I remembered what it felt like to close my eyes for more than a second. Her soft snores were like a lullaby. - Chapter Two: After the Storm Charlie's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 8:02AM "Hey, sweet pea," I whispered to Rachel who fought to open her eyes despite the amount of sunlight shining on her. Rachel finally opened her eyes before she smiled and hugged me. I turned on my side, but not to hug her, to tickle her. As I tickled her tummy, I inhaled the sweetness of the lotion she used every night. "Charlie, stop it, my sides!" she laughed and playfully smacked my arm. I gulped as memories from last night replayed in my head. "I'm sorry," I apologized while I distanced myself from Rachel. A wave of pain washed through me, and it was then when I realized how hot it was underneath the blanket. "Charlie?" Rachel swung her leg over mine and held me tight. "Why's it always so hot in here?" I asked. "I don't know, why is it?" Rachel smiled. Rachel pecked me on the lips and stared at me awkwardly for what felt like minutes. It was almost as if she was waiting for a response, or maybe I had something in my teeth. "Pancakes?" I smiled. My tummy grumbled, so that was my queue to get up and make breakfast, but before I could lift myself from the bed, Rachel pinned me down. "No, don't go!" Rachel pleaded. "He's gone, Rach," I moved her hair from her face and continued, "He's been gone for a while." "Okay," Rachel nodded and moved her thumb in a circular motion on my right cheek before she continued, "Charlie?" "Mhm?" "Nothing," she replied and dropped her head on my chest. I kissed her forehead, and made way in the direction of my room. My bed was untouched besides the corner of the bed I always sat on when I tied my shoe laces, but examining my bed wasn't why I came in here. I walked over to my closet and opened the door. My suitcase had remained exactly where I left it, packed, a couple of weeks ago. I smiled and closed the door before making my way down the hall. This was the worst part of the morning. After the storm, I called it. I expected the living room to be overturned as if a tornado had passed through. Furniture would be broken, and glass would be shattered. Regardless, Rachel didn't need to see it, even though she had many times. She deserved better; much better. I cursed under my lips when I saw Mom in the kitchen who then turned to look at me. She had done a poor job applying make-up on her right eye. "Have you told her about the apartment yet?" She turned back around to open a cupboard. "I was going to tell her during breakfast," I replied. "And when will you two be leaving?" she asked as she placed a frying pan on the stove. "As soon as possible. This afternoon, maybe, hopefully," I said as I played with my fingers. "Good. You hungry?" She looked at me. "I promised Rachel pancakes." I looked down the hall and then back at Mom. Mom smiled and walked over to the pantry to get the pancake mix. She stopped at the stove to groan at her black eye. "You deserve better," she said. "Rachel deserves better," I retorted. I could feel mother smile as I made my way back Rachel's room to tell her the long delayed news. The news I could've told her weeks ago but didn't want her to get her hopes up. Hope is a tough thing to come by. "Rachel, I have something to, oh, gosh, shit, sorry!" I clenched my eyes shut as the image of my sister's naked body, like a hot branding iron, burned itself in my mind. "Sorry about what, silly?" Rachel giggled and yanked my arm just before I could leave in a hurry. "I should've knocked, I'm so stupid!" I apologetically responded. "I would've still let you in. Am I... Am I ugly, Charlie?" "What? No? I mean, no! You're beautiful, Rachel, but seeing my baby sister naked is the last thing I want in my mind!" I stumbled on my words as my eyes started to hurt from the pressure. "You think I'm beautiful?" I could feel Rachel's hands starting to sweat. "Look, sis, I need to tell you something important but you're gonna' need to put some clothes on." Rachel released me from her grip and I began to hear the rustling of fabric. I opened my eyes and was pleased to see Rachel with clothes on. I took her hand and sat on the edge of her bed. "Charlie, is everything okay?" she worriedly said and placed both of her warm hands on my cheek before kissing me on my lips. "Uh-huh, what was that for?" I spoke in confusion. Rachel smiled before she spoke, "What's so important?" "Well, what if I told you we're moving out. Just me and you? An apartment close to our university, you know, the red one?" "What? Really! We are?" Rachel incredulously screamed in happiness and hugged me. "When are we leaving?" I patted her back before I responded, "Make sure you're packed for this afternoon." Rachel smiled before kissing my cheek. "Mom's making pancakes, lets see if they're ready," I stood up and took her hand. We walked down the hallway and I felt Rachel's grip tightening as we got closer to the kitchen. "Pancakes are done," Mom said and turned around to look at Rachel. Rachel released her grip, and I watched as her eyes bulged as if someone punched her in the gut. "I'm not hungry anymore," Rachel paused before she continued, "I'm going to pack, Charlie," I looked at Rachel in confusion as she marched to her room. "Maybe I should've put more make-up." Mom faked a smile. I shook my head and went over to Rachel's room. She was emptying her drawers of clothing into a black suitcase. "Forgot to knock again," I giggled but turned serious and stepped forward, "Is everything okay, sweet pea?" "Her eye, Charlie, her eye!" Rachel whimpered and ran towards me for a hug. By leaving this house, we're running away, but by staying, we're waiting for something bad to happen. "Where we're going, we don't have to hide anymore," I spoke as she nuzzled into my chest, "I can't believe I forgot. In three days, it's Christmas. You could hang out with your friends, they live around the campus, right?" "No! I'd rather hang out with you," Rachel said and stared at me with a pair of eyes that seemed almost foreign to me. "You know there's no TV, right?" - Chapter Three: Two Peas in a Car Rachel's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 11:51AM We took longer than expected to the leave the house. Correction; I took longer. When Charlie said we were going out for lunch, I had to make sure I looked good. I couldn't remember one time where Charlie got mad at me, so I hoped that extra hour of preparation in the bathroom didn't tick him off. "Technically, this is a date," I laughed with joy. Charlie smiled as he moved over to the left lane. "No... it's lunch." "You indirectly asked me out on a date," I insisted. "Brothers don't ask their sisters out," He laughed. My smile slowly deflated like a balloon. I looked away from Charlie through the car window and hoped that he hadn't seen my disappointment, but the hurt I felt right now was so strong that I might as well have been screaming in agony. "Rachel, would you like to go on a date with your big, loser brother?" My smile came back and I giggled as I turned to Charlie, "No, I'd like to go on a date with my big, handsome brother." I felt my brother's right arm for no other reason than fulfill the desire of contact I needed from him. I could have sworn I saw him blush, but that might've been my eyes giving me what I wanted. Ten minutes had passed and we were parked in front of Delilah's, a steakhouse and bar. Charlie and I had only been here once and figured since the food wasn't bad that a second time was worth it. "You look pretty," Charlie complimented me as I fixed my hair while looking into the car mirror. "Just pretty?" I stared at Charlie and bit my bottom lip. Damn it, why did I say that! Why did I do that! "Yeah... I'm kinda hungry, Rach," he said before checking his watch and continuing, "I really enjoyed their burgers the last time we were hear, didn't you?" "Yeah, I did. Lets, uh, go." I said and put up the mirror. Stupid, stupid, stupid. - Chapter Four: Table for Two Charlie's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 12:07PM We walked inside the restaurant and were greeted by a female waitress. Rachel and I agreed on a booth by a window. Rachel held my hand as we followed the waitress who eventually stopped beside our booth. The waitress placed a menu on each end of the table before she said, "There you go." As I took my seat in the very corner, Rachel took her menu and placed it beside mine. "She's a keeper," the waitress smiled as she corrected the glasses on the table. I shook my head and smiled, "Oh, we're not-" "Yes, I am," Rachel cuddled my shoulder. The waitress smiled and said, "Well, my name's Lisa and I'll be serving you this afternoon," and pulled out her pad before she continued, "Can I start you two off with drinks?" "We'll just have two ginger ales, and we're also ready to order." I smiled. "Sounds good, what'll you have?" the waitress replied. "My, date," Rachel's face brightened up as I spoke, "And I will have the supreme burgers." "You got it. I'll get your drinks first," the waitress said before taking our menus and leaving. "So, apparently we're couples," I laughed as I played with my fork. "Is that so bad?" Rachel started to look serious. "Uh," I started to speak but the waitress came back with the drinks. "Here are your ginger ales. The burgers will only take ten minutes," the waitress said and left again. "So," I said. "So," Rachel retorted. "Rachel, is something the matter? You've been acting strange since this morning.. I mean, I know you're not home-sick... I know you'll never be," I expressed in concern. "It's nothing," Rachel smiled, "I'm just hungry," "You know you can tell me anything, right, sweet pea?" I said and gave Rachel a noogie. "Hey, ow!" Rachel laughed. - Chapter Five: Home, Bitter Home Charlie's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 2:22PM Lunch, or the date, as Rachel liked to call it was great as soon as we got our food. I came to the consensus that hunger made us both think and act differently because as soon as we took that first bite, we were back to our less awkward selves. The drive to our new apartment was like every other car ride we'd been in. Driving past our university was something we had never done before, however. Usually, we'd only stray to the far ends of the parking lot when every other spot closer to the exit were taken. Suffice to say, I was happy to go home, especially with Rachel. "Well this is it. Room two thousand and four," I said as we stood in front of the apartment door. Rachel jumped with excitement as she turned the key and pushed open the door. "Wow!" Rachel screamed with joy and inspected every nook and cranny. I already knew what the apartment looked like having been here frequently before and after I made the down payment. "So, what do you think? It's a bit run-down but-" Rachel cut me off and said, "I don't care where we are, I'm just glad you're with me." I smiled and said, "I was thinking the same thing, sweat pea." Rachel placed both her hands on the back of my head and closed her eyes as she pulled my head slowly towards hers. "Rach, what.. are you doing," I said in an incredulous tone. Rachel put her hands back down to her side before she spoke, "Oh, I, I don't know.. I'm sorry." Rachel ran to the bathroom, careful not to make any eye-contact. To say I was confused would just be another excuse to prevent me from thinking about what was really going on with her; or what I thought was going on. - Chapter Six: The Rest Stop Rachel's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 2:34PM "Rachel, please open the door!" Charlie begged. Hearing his voice was always comforting, but now I wish I was deaf. Being a mute would also save me from any more embarrassment. Maybe if I was blind I wouldn't have to deal with feelings I had for Charlie every time I saw his face. You're stronger than this Rachel. You've lived in a house with an abusive, drunk father for twenty years. Well, I've only lived that long because of Charlie. I've always loved you, Charlie. I can't live without you. I can't sleep without knowing you're beside me. What's preventing me from telling him this? Nothing! "Charlie," I looked at the door as I wiped my tears. "I'm here," he responded. You always are. "I need to tell you something, but, but I'm afraid to say it." I felt stupid and childish talking to a door. "Sweet pea, you're worrying me, please open the door." Charlie turned the locked doorknob. I ran my fingers down the surface of the door and closed my eyes before whispering, "I'm in love with you." "Rach? You know you can tell me anything," he spoke again. Damn it, he didn't hear me. "Damn it, Charlie, I'm in love with you!" I screamed and broke into tears. - Chapter Seven: Pointing the Blame Charlie's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 5:55PM I hate bars, especially empty ones. This was the only bar opened in miles; everyone else was at home with their families, with their siblings. Shit, do I hate the quiet! It leaves me time to think, but I don't want to. I'm not Rachel thinks I am. I'm a coward. A coward who drinks. I sounded like my father. My cellphone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out for the first time in hours and was surprised to see twenty missed calls, and thirty-two unread text messages. The last one read: "PLEASE COME BACK, CHARLIE. WE CAN FORGET THIS EVER HAPPENED, JUST PLEASE COME BACK. I LOVE YOU." There are those words again: I love you. Not only was I being a coward but I was also hurting my sister. God, she probably thinks I'm dead in a ditch. God. Why do people always say God when they're at their worst moments? If God had the devil on speed-dial, I'd be in hell right now, but I don't think they're friends. Friends. Friends are hard to come by. The only real friend I ever had was Rachel, and the only memorable moments I would recall was when I comforted her at night when father came home. It was strange. I probably felt more safe than she did. And now, I suddenly felt as if I was alone in the world. Was it because I just upset the only woman I had ever loved in my life? "Sir, are you sure you don't want some whiskey in your ginger ale?" "I don't drink." - Chapter Eight: Broken Line Charlie's Perspective Sunday, December 22, 2002 - 6:31PM The flowers were her favorite: daisies. At least if I stumbled over my words during the apology, she'd know what I meant. I knocked twice before speaking, "It's me, sweet pea." I heard Rachel say my name before the door swung open. I quickly moved the flowers behind her as she embraced me for a hug. "Don't scare me like that again, Charlie!" Rachel cried. I walked inside the apartment like a penguin as she continued to squeeze me, and closed the door. "The flowers are for you," I spoke. Rachel frowned as she wiped the tears from her eyes. I felt like an idiot as I placed the flowers against the wall before returning my gaze to her. I brought my hands to her wet cheeks and looked into her deep brown eyes. She placed her hands on mine and looked at me as if she expected a response, but I was tired of talking. I pushed my lips against hers as my hand stroked the back of her hair. I kissed her tears away and ran my hand down her back. "Charlie," she moaned. I lifted her up and crawled on the bed with her. She locked her legs around my body while kissing down the side of my neck. "I'm in love with you too, Rach," I groaned as she squeezed the bulge in my pants. In seconds we had completely stripped each other of our clothes which was now in one pile on the floor. I moved my hands up her legs, to her smooth tummy, and then her breasts. They filled my hands nicely, and she moaned as I squeezed them. I didn't know we were having intercourse until she moaned in pleasure at the fifth time I pumped my cock inside of her. I could barely breathe as she suffocated me with her warm, wet kisses. It only took a couple more pumps before I came inside her, and she smiled as I filled her with my sperm. I pinched myself on the arm. "What was, what was that for, baby," Rachel exhaustively said. "Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought I would make love to my sister," I smiled and kissed Rachel on her forehead. Rachel giggled, "This better not be a dream." We kissed each other goodnight, and fell asleep. Cronus: The Anthology Pt. 02 NOTE: A change in perspective means a new scene and a new chapter. This is also the final part in the Cronus anthology. It rained every time that bastard called; it was like he had it planned. Whenever it got cloudy, my little sister, Clara, would look out the window and pray to God that it wouldn't start falling. It got to the point where it was no longer a prayer but a plea. But God never listened to her, I did. -MATT- "I want to talk to my daughter.. MY DAUGHTER!" Dad yelled from the other end of the line. I turned from the window to look at Clara curled up on the couch no longer smiling. With her eyes bulged out, she shook her head as if he she heard what he said. "No," I replied nonchalantly. "I made her, I have rights!" Dad demanded. "SON OF A BITCH, you lost your rights when you hit her!" I exclaimed. "Listen to me boy, I put my dick in your momma and out Clara popped," he sinisterly said. I started laughing hysterically as my hand gripped tighter around the phone, "Listen to me. I'm coming over there right now, so leave the door open, that way, it's much easier to KI-" The line suddenly went dead, and I only realized how when I saw Clara holding the cord in her right hand. In embarrassment, I placed the phone on the dining table and said, "I'm sorry you had to hear that, angel." Clara wrapped her arms around me and rested her chin on my shoulder. There was something about her hugs that always made me smile. Maybe it was the shock of how perfectly our bodies molded together. It was a brother and sister thing, I supposed. "We should've done that a long time ago," she responded before groaning as I played with her light brown hair. "You know that'll make him angrier, right?" I explained and released her from the hug. "Maybe you should just take me back there, Matt," Clara broke into tears, "You shouldn't have to protect me, I'm just a burden..." "Like hell you are," I held Clara's hands and continued, "Clara, I don't want you saying things like that. You know it upsets me, because you know how much I love you and want you here!" I wiped the tears off of Clara's face as she nodded in agreement and smiled. "Is it bad that I wish someone's death, Matt?" she asked while looking away from me. "Depends if that person is bad," I responded, knowing full well who she was talking about. "But doesn't that make me bad too?" she retorted. I turned Clara's head to face me and said, "You're my angel, you'll never be bad." I moved my hands from her face to her shoulders and said, "It's getting late, you have school tomorrow." "School starts at one..." Clara's face brightened up. "All right, you pick the board-game this time." -CLARA- "Knock, knock, you girls hungry? I'm quite good at making sandwiches, right Clara?" my brother said on the other side of my bedroom door. "It's okay, Matthy, I ate before I came over," Sabrina expressed in a flirty tone while she twiddled with her hair. It made me angry when Sabrina called him by that nickname. Even if she was my best friend, only I was allowed to call him that. And I hated when she did that thing with her hair every time he talked to her! "What about you, angel?" Matt asked. "I'm okay too, bro," I replied. "All right, then," Matt said as his shadow left from under the gap of the door. Sabrina took my hand and said, "You really need to go out more, Clara... Meet guys, I mean." "I don't want to," I bitterly replied. "Well, I do, and I've had my eye on one for a while," she responded and interlocked her fingers with mine. "Who?" For some reason I couldn't make out, I didn't want to know. "Your brother," she slyly replied and bit her bottom lip. I moved my hand away from her and responded in shock, "Excuse me?" "What? He's kind, handsome.., hot..." "Stop talking," I rudely replied as I felt a pressure in my throat. "We're best friends, I thought you'd be happy for me," she looked at me in confusion. I was completely flabbergasted by her assumption. Like, he's my big brother... His attention should be on me and me alone. "He's too old for you," I attempted to persuade her into reconsidering her feelings. "Only by four years, that isn't a big age gap?" She started to sound like she had already asked him out. "Just stop," I responded. "You know, if he isn't single," she continued. "I SAID, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I leapt on top of my best friend and started strangling her by her throat. I didn't let up as she kneed me in the stomach. I was completely possessed before Matt ran into the room and pull us apart with Sabrina wrapped around him. That bitch had this all planned out! All of this to get into the arms of my only brother! "What the hell is going on here!" Matt said as he caressed Sabrina in his arms. "Oh, Matthy," Sabrina said breathless and continued her charade, "she, she, oh, gosh," "It's okay, Sab, I'll take you home," Matt walked Sabrina over to the door before shaking his head at me in disappointment, "Clara, Clara, you stay here until I come back." Matt had never been mad at me in my whole life, but now, even though he tried his best to hide it, I knew he was mad; and that was the worst feeling. I cried out as they both left. -MATT- "So, tell me again, what happened?" I asked as I overtook an SUV on the highway. "She just went crazy and jumped on me!" Sabrina started to cry again, "Oh, god, Matthy, it was terrible, my best friend!" I felt Sabrina's head rub against my arm and hand on my side. "Don't worry, I'll talk to her," I responded and turned onto Sabrina's street. "I know you will," Sabrina smiled at me, "I wish I had a brother like you." I parked on Sabrina's driveway and put the shift in park. "Aw, shucks," I playfully joked. "Do you, uh, wanna come inside for a bit?" Sabrina squeezed by arm softly. "Clara's probably waiting impatiently right now," I replied. Sabrina leapt over onto my lap and planted kisses all over my face and then my lips. I felt her hands run underneath my shirt before her tongue touched mine. She tasted sweet, but felt bitter. "What are you doing, Sabrina!" I questioned her. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" she replied and kissed down my neck, "Feel my ass." "I, your Clara's best friend, we can't!" It was hard to say anything with what I felt. "Come on." Sabrina licked the side of my face. I opened the driver's side door and took Sabrina with me by hand to her front door. "Mmm, I knew you wanted me," Sabrina fondled with her house key as she rubbed my crotch. I felt paranoid, not aroused. I felt like Clara was watching me, and I didn't know why or how. Regardless, my plan was to push her inside before quickly shutting the door and flooring it the hell out of here. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a man with grey hair who looked like he'd served in the military for twenty years stood before me. "Sabrina, get inside," the man sternly said. Before Sabrina could get out of view, she mouthed the words, call me, before biting her bottom lip seductively. "Right, I'll be going now," I turned around but stopped as I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Thank you so much for bringing my daughter home, have a nice day." -CLARA- I kept pacing back in front in my room. I never left here out of respect for Matt, but too bad he would have no way of knowing. "Damn it, what is taking him so long!" I yelled. Just as I pulled out my phone, it vibrated. I sighed in relief at the thought of it being my brother. But it wasn't. It was a text message from Sabrina that read: "Your brother is a good kisser." I screamed and hurled the phone at the wall before barging out of my room and towards the front door. I breathed eccentrically as I opened the front door hoping to get some air because it felt like the ball in my throat was suffocating me. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Matt walking on the porch towards me before he stood in front of me. I felt like crying at what he had done to me, but I figured I'd do that tonight into my pillow. Instead, I pounded his chest repeatedly and yelled, "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I tried running to my room but he held me still and hugged me. There was little room to hit him more, so I gave up and just stood there, silent. "You know the one good thing Dad did?" he started to say, "He brought us closer." "You kissed her!" I yelled, my voice muffled by his chest. "Damn it, Clara, she kissed me, I never wanted her too!" he expressed. I cried into his chest at not having anything else to yell at him about because I knew he was telling the truth. That, and I knew he would never lie to me in his life. "But that's not all Dad did," he spoke out of nowhere before continuing, "He made me realize I didn't need to love any other woman, because the woman I already loved was you, my little sister." I felt my heart drop to the floor. If there were any wounds, they were healed. Matt lifted my chin up with his finger and touched his lips with mine. It felt like thousands of volts of electricity went through me, so much that I felt like collapsing. But, I didn't want to, so I wrapped my arms around my brother and plunged my tongue down his throat. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hands run underneath my shorts and feel my ass. He lifted me up and I kissed him with my eyes closed before I felt the fabric of our couch on my back. I smiled as I watched him use his mouth to pull down my shorts and panties. "Matt..." I moaned when I felt the wave of pleasure that continuously rushed up and down my body as I felt my brother's tongue inside my dripping wet pussy. "Are you okay with this, angel?" he said as he pulled out his giant, hard cock from his jeans. I nodded furiously and spread my pussy apart with my fingers. I stupidly forgot I had never had sex before until I screamed in pain as he shoved his cock inside me. "Damn it, shit!" he yelled. "No, keep going, I want you, Matt!" I pulled his jeans down to his ankles and pushed his ass into me. I wrapped my arms around Matt's neck as he made love to me. The look on Sabrina's face made me grin evilly but quickly faded at the words that came out of Matt's mouth. "I love you, angel." I felt spurts of his cum hit the walls of my pussy before responding, "I love you too."