Noel of Sin

by Jodie King

She wasn’t willing to fucking fight for me the way I wanted to fight for her. She didn’t want us the way I did. She shattered me that Christmas, every fucking piece of my heart breaking apart and leaving nothing behind but a hollow, black void in its place.

Ebony isn’t just my sister. She’s my goddamn soulmate. She always has been. She always fucking will be.

The idea of taking her innocence—making her mine in a way no one could undo—consumed me. It was forbidden, dangerous, and utterly fucking mind-altering.

Because in my dark, broken world, Ebony wasn’t just everything to me—she was me.

This thing between us—it’s toxic. It’s dangerous. And it’s gonna destroy us both.

“See, you’re always waiting—wondering when I’ll drag you to the fucking edge again, when I’ll force it on you so you can surrender because we both know you’ll fall. You want to drown in sin, don’t you, little sister? In me and this twisted fucking hunger we’re not supposed to feed but can’t seem to starve.”

“Shut the fuck up before our parents kill us both. You think you can flirt with other guys? Your little cunt is desperate for it, but it will only ever be for me. It always has been and tonight, my bunny, I’m breaking you the fuck in.”

“Good girl,”

“This? This is fucking nothing. I’m breaking you in slowly for your sake, because I love you. But when I’m balls deep inside this perfect pussy, I’m tearing you the fuck apart. Piece by fucking piece.”

“Your tight cunt is mine to destroy, to break in fully, and you’re going to fucking take it. Every agonizing, pleasurable second of it. You’re going to come for me again and again, until we’re both red and raw from the friction. I don’t stop until I think it’s enough. Do you understand?”

“Words, Bunny. Use your fucking words. Tell me.”

I always knew Rook was insane. But this? He’s lost himself, his mind crazed by me, by this. He’s not just fucking me—he’s rewriting me, violating me for anyone else.

He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me violently, my tits bouncing wildly. I sense the pent-up frustration pouring out of him with every thrust. It’s all there—the hunger, the longing, and something deeper, riskier. Love. Distorted, uncontrollable, undeniable love.

“That's my good little sister. Look at you—you’re taking my cock so well. You were always made for me, for this devastation. You were born to be my beautifully, ruined obsession,”

I fucking knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her, but there was one massive difference—I was willing to burn the world down for her, and she wasn’t.

Ebony is darkness wrapped in white silk. Perfect, polished, obedient on the outside to the man who pulls her strings, but beneath it all, there’s a shadow inside her—a shadow that belongs only to me.

“Maybe I’m done hiding, Bunny. Maybe I don’t give a fuck if we both burn for this. At least then, I’ll have you. In life, in death—it doesn’t fucking matter. Beyond these walls, beyond these chains, even in hell itself, you’re mine.”

“You were so much more flawless when you were a fucking mess for me,” I murmur, grazing against the shell of her ear. “You come like a fucking demon but taste like an angel, little sister.”

“You can pretend all you want, act like a prim, proper fucking princess for everyone else, Eb. But for me? I know you. The real you. The dirty you. You’ll always be that little slut—greedy, desperate, wanting nothing more than to be filled by your big brother’s cock.”

“You’ll never fucking escape this. You’ll never escape me. And this Christmas? You’ll see exactly how far I’ll go…”

“To. Destroy. You.”

“I’m not the boy I was back then. I’m a fucking man now. You thought I was rough then? I’m now a man with a seriously fucked-up imagination.

And judging by the way you just handled that Christmas horn thing—oh, little sister, you’re not the sweet, innocent girl I once knew either. You’re a fucking anal slut.”

“I watch you when you’re sleeping. I know when you’re awake. I know if you’ve been bad or good… so be good, for goodness’ sake.”

“But please don’t ever be a fucking good for me. I like it when you’re a bad girl. My naughty list… Fuck, it’s only growing longer for you, bunny. Your name is printed all fucking over it.

“When are you’re going to sit on my knee… I mean, cock.”

I’d murder a motherfucker for my sister, but not in the way you’re supposed to, in a way because she’s fucking mine. Only mine.

The plague doctor mask.

“One, two, the plague is coming for you. Three, four, you better run, you whore,”

Snow burns against my skin as I roll onto my back, gasping for air. He’s there, towering above me, his breathless silence more oppressive than the cold.

“Five, six, you’re gonna take my dick,”

“Seven, eight, I know you cannot wait.”

Now show me what I’ll be eating for Christmas dinner.”

“I don’t want to just hurt you, snowflake,”

“I want to play with you while I'm doing it.”

“Nine, ten, I’m gonna make you come again.”

“Obedience isn’t an option, little sister.. It’s the only way you’re gonna survive me this Christmas."

“Mine to break. Mine to shape. Mine to keep, with no escape.”

“Sink that perfect cunt onto me,”

“Within the cold walls of this metal shell, bunny, there will be no silent night tonight—only an unholy night.”

“I didn’t just fuck her,” I growl. “I destroyed her—for any other pathetic excuse of a fucking man you’d try to sell her off to.”

“I love her,” I say, my tone even, unshaken. “I always have and I always fucking will.”

I didn’t want to fall for the enemy’s daughter, my stepsister. But here I am—weakly, irreversibly, utterly in love with her.

She’s not her father’s shadow, nor the reflection of what he is. She's his opposite, a flicker of warmth in a winter that seeks to freeze me whole.

She’s the one thing in my life that feels steady, even when everything else is shaking.

As long as I have Ebony, I have a fucking reason—something to hold on to when the rest of the world slips through my fingers.

“You’re like the plague,”

“You infect everything you touch—even my fucking soul. You can’t take no for an answer, can you? You had to tear our family apart. You’re always smothering me. Corrupting me. Breaking down every part of me. Touching me. Pushing me. I can’t fucking breathe around you, Rook! Why the fuck would I want to be with you?”

“You think that’s all it was? A fucking game?”

“Why the fuck would I put myself through this—through all this… suffering—just for a fucking body? Yeah, I say fucked-up shit. I do fucked-up shit. A brother shouldn’t say or do half the things I’ve done to you. But one thing has been real through all of it is, I fucking love you, Ebony. You could’ve had that pussy sewn up, locked away, and I’d still choose you. I chase and continue to chase like a weak ass little bitch because I still cling to hope that one day maybe, just maybe, you’d fucking choose me!”