WARNING: This story is very different from and much darker than any other story I’ve written. It also contains a very taboo theme which I’ve never written about before. But, first and foremost, this story is a work of pure fiction and fantasy. No one should infer from the fact that I wrote about a very taboo topic that I in any way, shape or form condone in real life what happens in this story!
The last thing Halie could recall before things got fuzzy was sitting in the kitchen of her Tampa, Florida home having coffee and talking with her sister, Anastasia, who had unexpectedly come for a visit. Halie was struggling with the ropes that held her to the bed when the door opened and her sister stepped into the room. Anna wore nothing but a pair of low-cut teal panties. She smiled at the bound girl. “Don’t bother, Halie. I tied those ropes myself, so you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”
A look of confusion crossed Halie’s face as she watched her older sister check the bindings at Halie’s right wrist and ankle before moving to the other side of the bed to check the bindings on the left side. Satisfied, Anna sat on the left side of the bed near Halie’s bound left hand and softly stroked Halie’s left cheek. “You’re looking pretty hot, sweetie,” said Anna, “for someone who’s committed suicide.”
Halie’s face paled and her eyes opened wide at her sister’s words. She mewed from behind her gag and pulled at the ropes as Anna continued caressing her face. “I read all about it on the Tampa Tribune’s website. It was a sad little article. About your car being found near the Sunshine Skyway Bridge in St. Petersburg with your license and purse on the front seat. Alas, no body was found. It also mentioned how the authorities spoke to your sister in Virginia who told them about your recent bouts with depression.” She smiled. “I’m sure they’ve gone through your house and laptop and found the articles you’d read about suicide and bridges as well as the chats we had on Facebook.” Anna leaned over and kissed Halie’s forehead.
“Thankfully, you didn’t really jump from that bridge.” Her eyes hardened as she looked down at her bound sister. “Although I was tempted to have you actually jump. Do you know what a fall from a 200 foot high bridge does to a person?” She shuddered as she thought about it. “I read that you would hit the water at about 75 miles per hour. Some people die instantly if they’re lucky. Others live for a few minutes before they drown. Most bodies are recovered, but some – like yours – aren’t ever found.” Anna's hand moved from Halie’s cheek to her neck. “And yours won’t ever be found, Halie, because you’re going to be here for the rest of your life, tied to the bed or a chair or to a wall in the basement. I’m going to take very good care of you, little sister.” She spoke harshly now. “Just as I’ve been doing since your slut mother married my father 18 years ago.”
Eighteen Years Ago
Halie was a cute and very nervous four year old flower-girl at the wedding. Her mother and her soon-to-be new father were getting married. Halie liked the man who would become her dad because he called her “Hales.” She wouldn’t let anyone else use that nickname for her. She also liked that her new dad had a daughter, Anastasia, who would be Halie’s big sister. Anna – Halie had trouble saying “Anastasia” – was five years older than Halie.
As the wedding began, Halie froze, completely unable to walk down the aisle with her basket of petals even though she had promised her mother that she could do it. Anna shook her head and, with a light laugh, whispered something to Halie before the two girls walked together down the aisle with Halie occasionally dropping petals along the way.
The two girls then stood together near the Justice of the Peace as the ceremony began after the betrothed couple walked down the aisle. The girls listened as the Justice of the Peace asked, “Do you Timothy Dexter Rowe take Sharon Nicole Ramsey to be your lawfully wedded wife?” And, just like that, Halie had a new family – a new dad and a new sister.
The Present
“Do you remember how they met, Halie?” asked Anna as she held Halie’s chin so the bound girl had to look at her. “They met at a fucking bereavement group of all places after your dad died in a car crash and my mom died from cancer. Your mother made him forget all about my mom in less than six months, and a year later, I get a step-mother and step-sister. Just fucking great! And then he goes and adopts you too when you turned six! First your mother stole him from me and then you did it too.”
Halie shook her head and looked fearful. Never had she heard her sister talk like this and never had she realized the anger Anna apparently harbored for Halie and her mother. The venom in Anna’s voice made Halie pull harder at the ropes and cry louder into the gag, but she got nothing for her trouble other than a hard smack to her exposed right breast. Anna followed that first blow with an equally hard slap to Halie’s left breast. “I told you! You’re not going anywhere, Halie!" Anna regained control over herself before continuing. "I took care of you all the time when we were younger – helping you with homework, playing with you when you were bored, babysitting you when they went out! You never had any problems with me taking care of you then so you should be happy I’m taking care of you now!” Anna snickered as her thumb and index finger found and pinched Halie’s left nipple. She dug her fingernail into the little nub, causing Halie to yelp from behind the gag. “Or would you prefer me to find another bridge and this time toss you from it for real?”
Halie shook her head from side to side as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. “I didn’t think so,” said Anna in a much calmer tone of voice. She let go of Halie’s nipple for a second before laying beside the tied girl, reaching across her bound body with her left hand, and gently rubbing Halie’s other nipple. “Even when we got news of the accident, I was still there to take care of you, remember?”
Five Years Ago
Halie and Anna were at their parents’ Key West estate on a Sunday afternoon in late October when the doorbell rang. Halie, who was 17 at the time, answered the door and was surprised to see two men in United States Coast Guard uniforms standing on the veranda. She called Anna to the door and together they heard the news. The day before, Sharon and Tim had set sail in their 50’ sailboat, The Analie, from Key West to the Bahamas. They had apparently run into trouble when a sudden squall struck just as they were crossing the dangerous Gulf Stream. Tim had broadcast a Mayday alert, reporting heavy swells and that sudden winds coming from the north were severely taxing the sails and the sloop’s 70’ high mast. A second and final Mayday made several minutes later reported that The Analie was listing and taking on water. The Coast Guard had quickly dispatched several rescue planes to the coordinates of the Mayday alerts. The planes saw very choppy seas, but no sign of The Analie. When the bad weather subsided, two Coast Guard helicopters went to the coordinates, and, flying lower than the planes, reported seeing oil and debris, but no sign of the ship or any people. The Coast Guard officers promised the girls that all efforts to find Tim and Sharon would be made, but they did not sound encouraging. The area where the sailboat presumably had gone down had a depth of close to 15,000 feet.
After the two officers left, Halie broke down in hysterics, leaving Anna to put aside her own grief to take care of her younger sister.
The Present
Halie stiffened as she lay there on the bed while Anna’s left hand played with her right nipple. Anna’s fingers rolled and rubbed Halie’s nipple. Anna occasionally let go of the now hardened nub of flesh to caress Halie’s breast, opening and closing her hand gently over her step-sister’s fleshy mound. Halie moaned behind the gag, vigorously shaking her head, but Anna was in control and ignored her sister’s pleas. Not only did Anna ignore Halie’s struggles and protests, but she ratcheted up her attention to Halie by moving closer and sucking Halie’s left nipple into her mouth. Anna’s fingers toyed with Halie’s right nipple as her tongue licked and flitted against her sister’s left nipple. The older girl played with Halie like this for several minutes, teasing her captive’s nipples with both her fingers and her mouth. Despite her protests and pleas for Anna to stop, Halie soon found herself involuntarily becoming aroused. Her breasts and nipples had always been sensitive and Anna seemed to know exactly how to treat them. Eventually, Anna lifted her mouth from Halie’s left breast and just stroked her fingers up and down Halie’s bare stomach. “I’m going to take very, very good care of you, little sister,” she said. “I’ve taken care of everything since the accident, haven’t I?” she asked as her fingers moved a little lower towards Halie’s navel.
Two Years Ago
Anna stood with her arm around Halie’s back as they said farewell to the mourners who had attended a memorial service for Tim and Sharon. Under Florida law, a person “absent from the place of his or her last known domicile for a continuous period of 5 years and whose absence is not satisfactorily explained after diligent search and inquiry is presumed to be dead.” Tim and Sharon had only been missing for a little more than two years, but Florida law allowed a judge to declare someone dead in less than five years if there was evidence that the person “was exposed to a specific peril of death.” Anna had persuaded Halie that they should jointly file a petition with the court to declare Tim and Sharon dead shortly after the Coast Guard and the company that insured The Analie each concluded that Tim and Sharon had perished at sea. Additional evidence that the judge would consider in ruling on the petition was that no one had withdrawn money from the Rowes' bank accounts; no one had made any purchases with the Rowes’ credit cards; and no one had seen or heard from the Rowes since they set sail for the Bahamas on that fateful day. Based on all of the evidence and the reports of the insurance company and the Coast Guard, the court declared Tim and Sharon dead.
After the court had ruled on the petition, a memorial service was held so that Tim’s and Sharon’s friends could say a proper goodbye to them, but, more importantly from the girls’ perspective, the declaration of their deaths allowed their wills to be read and their assets to be transferred to the two girls. Tim Rowe had been a successful investment banker and had left an estate valued at close to $60 million. There was also a life insurance policy and a property loss settlement from the company that insured The Analie. Tim and Sharon each had wills prepared by a knowledgeable estate planning attorney. Their wills mirrored each other and each also contained a “common disaster” provision which essentially provided that if they died together, with neither surviving the other by thirty days, then their estates passed in equal parts to the two girls, with one proviso – the girls would not receive any portion of their inheritance from the estates until they reached the age of 25.
At the time Tim and Sharon were declared dead, Anastasia was 25, so she inherited in excess of $30 million immediately. Halie, however, was only 20, so she would not receive her bequest for five more years. Anna, as the older sister, agreed to assume responsibility for Halie’s financial care until Halie turned 25.
The Present
Anna’s hand continued to absentmindedly stroke Halie’s abdomen as she continued to pull at the bindings that kept her tied to the bed. “I know what you’re thinking, Halie,” said Anna with a disingenuous smile. “You’re thinking that no one will believe that you committed suicide, but you’re wrong. We’ve been planning this for years. And I’m nothing if not patient and persistent, sweet sister.” She laughed aloud as her hand stroked lower still, approaching Halie pubic area. Halie squirmed but could not avoid - or stop - her sister’s fingers.
“Do you know what you can do with more than $30 million, Halie?” she asked rhetorically. “You can do almost anything!” She smiled and let her hand rest on Halie’s smooth sex. “You can, say, arrange for your sister to lose her job. Or arrange for her pet cat to go missing. Or for her boyfriend to get caught with a prostitute. Or for her car to be in a wreck.” She stroked Halie’s labia lightly as she talked and, as she saw Halie stare at her with a look of disbelief, Anna smiled and nodded. “You never even saw me, but I was there constantly, making these things happen and then consoling you on the phone, in emails, with text messages, or on Facebook – creating a trail to show that you were depressed by every bit of bad luck that occurred. When they read your emails, text messages and social media posts, everyone will easily believe you jumped from that bridge.”
Anna practically purred as she kissed Halie’s cheek and slid her finger inside Halie's sex. She moved her finger inside Halie slowly and sensuously, teasing the helpless girl, arousing her, making her wet. “Like I said, I’m going to take very good care of you, sister, and you can bet your bottom dollar that you’re going to be taking even better care of me. I won’t always keep you gagged after all. And speaking of your bottom dollar, in a few years, I’ll be petitioning to declare you dead too. Why settle for $30 million when we can have it all?” she asked as she slipped a second finger inside Halie’s sex and began thrusting them together faster and faster. Halie moaned more and more as her sister’s fingers moved back and forth within her. Halie could do nothing to stop it as she felt unwanted waves of pleasure cascade through her body. She was on the edge of an intense climax when Anna withdrew her fingers and licked them clean as she leered down at her helpless captive.
Halie pleaded with her eyes. “Are you begging to be let go or for me to let you cum, Halie?” laughed the older girl. She climbed onto the bed and straddled the bound girl’s waist. Leaning over, she kissed each of Halie’s nipples before flicking them with her tongue. Anna gradually moved herself backwards, kissing a trail down Halie’s stomach, swirling her tongue in the tied girl’s navel and, finally, she kissed Halie’s smooth sex right before she thrust her tongue fast and hard into the spread-eagled girl. Anna’s mouth worked her prisoner’s sex expertly, licking and sucking and probing wherever her tongue and lips could reach. Unable to help herself, Halie was soon arching her body up to meet her sister’s mouth. Anna eventually focused her attention on Halie’s swollen clit, licking it hard. Halie screamed as loud as the gag would allow as a powerful orgasm racked her body, and then she slumped on the bed with tears pouring down her cheeks.
Anna, her mouth covered with Halie’s wetness, looked at her younger sister and smiled. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did, sister. Think of it as a homecoming present.” She licked her lips and grinned. “And, speaking of presents, I have one more surprise for you. I told you that we’d been planning this for years, but you were so lost as my fingers played with you that probably thought I misspoke. Well, sweet Halie, I didn’t. I couldn’t have done this all alone. I had help and he’s been dying for a chance to spend quality time with you too."
The partially opened door to the bedroom was suddenly flung open and an older man, naked and aroused, stepped into the room. “Hey, Hales,” he said, “Long time no see.” Timothy Dexter Rowe then climbed onto the bed between Halie’s spread legs as she closed her eyes in horror and screamed loudly into her gag.
NOTES ABOUT THE STORY:
As I said at the beginning of Thy Sister's Keeper, no one should infer from the fact that I wrote about a very taboo theme that I in any way condone in real life what happened in the story!
Now, the interesting stuff!
The statute mentioned in the story relating to the presumption of death in Florida is accurately quoted from Section 731.103 of the Florida Estates and Trusts Probate Code.
Before writing this story, I spoke with several people who have sailed from Florida to the Bahamas and they have told me that sailing across the Gulf Stream, which is virtually a 45 mile wide river in the Atlantic Ocean that flows north at the rate of 2.5 knots, is difficult for even experienced sailors. Choosing the wrong time to cross it, like in winter, during hurricane season, or when a strong wind blows from the north against the current, makes it a very dangerous place to be. For purposes of the story, I made it even more dangerous by adding a sudden squall to the mix. Ocean depths between Florida and the Bahamas can be as deep as 15,000 feet in some locations.
All facts about the Sunshine Skyway Bridge in St. Petersburg, Florida are accurate. It is 200 feet high and has been the site of too many suicides since it opened in 1987. In fact, it is the #4 bridge in the United States for bridge suicides. Most bodies of jumpers are recovered, but there have been several over the years that were never found. According to the St. Petersbug Times, "Anyone who jumps from a point close to the center of the bridge, hits the water in about 3.5 seconds at about 75 mph. The impact usually breaks bones and ruptures organs. Some live for minutes before they drown." ALL good reasons for NOT jumping off of this or any other bridge!
Finally, a word about the characters’ names in the story. Anastasia is based on the name of one of the mean step-sisters in Disney’s Cinderella. If you do a little research about the name “Timothy Dexter,” you will learn that he was an eccentric 18th-century New England businessman who faked his own death to see how people would react and, after he saw that his wife did not cry at his wake, he caned her for not being sufficiently saddened at his passing. The name Sharon Nicole Ramsey is based upon two murdered women and one murdered little girl – Sharon Tate, Nicole Brown Simpson and Jon-Benet Ramsey.
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I mean, I do like my stories dark and disturbing, and the end kinda left me wanting to hear more!
But it was such an interesting premise and amazingly well written! Great to see the research that you put into it too!
Kudos Rob!
As you saw from my notes with the story, I had a bit of trepidation with the subject matter, but I did like how the story turned out and it received a lot of neat comments (including yours -- thank you).
I've been asked a few times to continue various stories I've written. I considered writing a sequel to Teacher's Abduction but the more I thought about it, the less I liked the idea because I didn't think a sequel would be as good as the original.
I'm glad you liked this one and I really appreciate the nice comment!!!
I want to take my time and give them the attention they deserve.
Have to say I'm so impressed with your writing though
Definitely take your time, but, if you read The Librarian Perils stories, read them in order. I may not write often, but I really try to do a good job when I do.
It sure does seem so, doesn't it?
(And i sent you a note)
Speaking of stories, my very first superheroine peril story will be making its debut on Tuesday. I hope you'll check it out
Thanks VERY much for reading Thy Sister's Keeper, faving it and commenting with such nice words. That means a lot to me (and to any other writer too!)
I was really surprised by the darker yet when step daddy popped in, no pun intended. Great job, a fun read!!!
I'm off topic...
I really enjoyed reading your story. Like previous commenters, I liked the slow build-up and the flashbacks. Poor Halie....she must be terrified, confused at her body's betrayal, and now the step-father....
On the subject of incest. Don't we have some evolved abhorrence to the idea of sex within families? I couldn't do my brother, or take an interest in what he does to his wife, ever! But, should there be a law against it? Is it a source of outrage? If we accept DA as a manifestation of pure fantasy, as we often remind ourselves, it must be OK to write about.
I read some of your exchanges with previous commentators, including
It's not and I wonder what law is valid in DA: German if you write from Germany, or American? Depending on where DA's server is located I guess.
Now, laws apart, there is also another law, and that is one's person ethics. In your story it seems the sister-idea or concept never grew inside Anastasia, but did in her little sister's.
And that is what should count.
What do you think?
Ethics is a personal choice. With regard to Thy Sister's Keeper, the only time my ethics came into play was in deciding whether to write a story with an incest theme. I struggled with it and, in the end, made the relationship between Anastasia and Halie a step-sibling relationship to assuage my own feelings on the subject. Mainly though, I wanted to tell a good store for SoaringSkies0 (Halie).
The thing I hear about incest is it was originally so well spread amongst nearly all human societies in order to avoid consanguinity and help reinforce the species. Whatever, opening up to all varieries of people, to diversity surely is necessary to progress as a group and as individuals.
From function to morality, how indeed can we recognize which is what?
Thans again for answering the way you do