Sibling Revelry (AKA, Julie): Part 10 [Str8, MF, inc]

My step-sister continued staring at an invisible spot on the floor in front of me.

“Stephanie,” I pleaded. “Look at me.”

Her chin drew level as she raised her head; her eyes were last to fall upon me.

It was clear that she was still broken, but I intended on fixing her. While I knew I may not succeed, it was worth trying. The short, cold distance between us in the hotel room had to be lessened before we could proceed.

“Come here,” I suggested, offering my hand as I walked toward her.

Stephanie looked unsure, but when I was close enough she took my hand in hers. I led her to the chair where she sat crying only a few minutes before and asked her to take a seat.

I knelt before her to give her the proverbial *higher-ground* in the conversation. It was my subconscious intention to have her look down upon me. I kept her hand clasped in mine as I spoke.

“This all ends today,” I began. I shot a backward glance at my blood sibling before continuing. “I have an arrangement in place with our sister effective immediately. There will be no more late-night calls demanding you to go places. There will be no more degradation. You will start living a decent, happy existence from here on out. Do you understand me?”

Stephanie’s eyes glistened as she stared at me but said nothing. I sighed and attempted to reiterate my statements.

“Listen,” I said softly. “You are our sister and not….”

“*Sister?*” Julie snorted behind me.

“You will not interrupt me again,” I stated unequivocally. My eyes remained focused on the woman in front of me, but my words were directed to the one behind me. When adequate silence convinced me that I had control of the conversation, I resumed.

“You are our sister. Do you understand? Tell me you understand.”

A single tear streamed down Stephanie’s cheek.

“It’s true whether anyone likes it or not. That’s what family is all about. I need you to say you understand me.”

Stephanie raised the back of her hand to her lips as a second tear slid down her opposite cheek. She nodded, but remained tacit.

“Moving forward, it’s important that we are all on the same page,” I said. “Say the words, ‘I understand. I am your sister’.”

Unable to hold back any longer, Stephanie burst out bawling and apologized.

“I… am… so… sorry,” she sputtered amidst sobs.

The urge to hug her quelled as I reminded myself of the situation. It was key to be compassionate, yet remain steadfast and firm.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I lied. “What’s done is done.”

I turned half-way toward Julie, but intentionally kept her face from view. Stephanie’s crying slowed, but did not stop completely. I continued talking in any event.

“You are not the same person you were all those years ago. I’m not the same person I was back then, either. None of us are those people. Ten years from now, we’re not going to be the people we are right now. That’s the way life goes.”

I felt transcendent in my speech. Words never came easily to me, but I was finding them quickly that very early morning.

“Do you understand?” I asked.

I believed her when she responded.

“Yes, Steven. I understand. I’m… I’m so sorry.”

It was easier to tell white lies than dark truths in the situation. Baby steps, I thought to myself.

“I could accept your apology, but there’s nothing to forgive. What’s done is done. Today is a new day and nothing else matters.”

The faint trace of a smile found its way to Stephanie’s lips. I was glad to see I might have been getting through to her.

“Here’s what you do,” I told her. “Take that hundred dollar bill and go spend it on yourself. Buy anything you want. Save it, spend it, burn it, get some therapy, I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me. Whatever makes you happy. Alright?”

A crooked smile appeared on her face and I almost heard a laugh.

“You’re very pretty when you smile,” I said warmly. “Keep practicing. A month from now when we meet again, I hope to see you beaming.”

Confused, my step-sister wrinkled her brow and eyed me suspiciously.

“Listen,” I said. “I’m not *ordering* you to get together with us again in a month. I won’t say *I own you* ever again. Nobody owns anybody. We’re all free. That’s the deal, okay?”

I didn’t bother checking Stephanie’s visage for a response. I was more interested in Julie and what she thought of what I said. I turned far enough around to look at her.

There were no words, but I could tell exactly what she was thinking and feeling. Torn between losing everything she had worked so hard for over the years, the only thing keeping her from blowing her top was the end result – me.

Looking back at Stephanie, I could see nervous excitement building up inside of her. Before I let her go, I had to remind her that no matter what was said, there would always be someone pulling the strings in this puppet show.

“I can’t have you losing your mind and killing yourself or something like that,” I explained. “Yeah, I saw the videos of you sucking your dad’s cock like a champ. But Cinderella and I here are going to help you get back on the path to righteousness and then. Alright?”

It was obvious by the look on Stephanie’s face and the change in her demeanor that my words had cut deep. She appeared optimistic and hopeful on the outside, but there was a distinct shade of terror lingering behind her eyes.

I stood up and implored Stephanie to do the same while I held fast to her hand. She bounced up out of the chair, but did not look to Julie.

“Okay, sis. You know how to reach either of us and we know how to reach you. We’ll talk to you in a week or two and then hope to see you in a month or so.”

Stephanie nodded her head several times in rapid succession. I imagined she looked like one of those bobble-head dolls they give away at sporting events. I grinned at the thought but held back any laughter.

“Julie and I will work out all the details,” I explained. “We’re going to spend a lot of time together figuring and working shit out.”

Then I added, “There are going to be a lot of sleepless nights between now and the next time we see you. Don’t worry about the two of us. Take care of yourself.”

With the last part, I started walking Stephanie toward the door. She was oblivious to the double-meaning behind *sleepless nights*. I had mentioned for Julie’s benefit anyway.

She attempted to turn and say something to Julie, but I knew that would be detrimental to my efforts.

“We’ll talk soon,” I reiterated, rushing her to the door without trying to seem like I was brusquely tossing her out.

After a quick good-bye, I closed the door and locked it behind me.

As I approached my sister, I could see the conflict brewing inside of her. On one hand, she was furious with me. On the other, she was anxious to finally taste the forbidden fruit of her labors, which was years in the making.

“I can’t tell if you’re ready to fuck me or kill me,” I said.

“Perhaps both,” Julie remarked.

One way or another, she was ready to pounce on me.

“Good,” I replied as I started unbuttoning my shirt.

“I’d going to pretend to give you the illusion of choice, because I’m going to make the decision very fucking easy for you.”

[The eleventh and final chapter will follow]

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