Oh Brother Dear

By Marie Vergara

Loving someone is a risky thing to do. Loving my brother is even riskier. But loving my brother behind our parents back is the riskiest. Although said brother shared no blood ties with me, can I still dare to love him? Is loving him will be worth of the risk?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marie Vergara
• Release date: Jun 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370399420

Marie Vergara

Marie Vergara is an adult romance author. She’s closet-wicked. She may appear sweet as an angel but her mind is, well the otherwise. She’s still pursuing her degree and at the same time a fulltime working as a documentation officer. When she’s not either writing stories, studying exam, or doing office work, she is probably busy with reading fiction or playing with her toddler cousins.

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Oh Brother Dear

Copyright 2018 Marie Vergara

Published by Marie Vergara at Smashwords

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Before the HEA 1 – Cinderella

Before the HEA 2 – Snow White

Before the HEA 1 & 2

Caveman

Caveman 1 – My bestfriend’s father

Are you sure we’re just friends?

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

About Marie Vergara

Other books by Marie Vergara

Acknowledgement

To my parents, for their unwavering supports…

Prologue

Mom?! Mom! I shouted hysterically. The door remained sturdy despite how I kept strongly banging, knocking and kicking it. The tears that flowed in my eyes could already douse a fire pit but still my mother did not heed my agony. Mom, please! Let me out of here! Let me out! I’m begging you!

The groans from outside of my small, dark and terrifying prison were muffled but I could still hear from where I crouched.

The muffled sounds made me shivered. I don’t like it. I despised it. I covered my ears with my palms and forgot that I should call her.

I wanted to get out of here but I wanted that sound to stop even more.

I don’t want to be here.

I was scared.

It was cold.

And it was dark.

Mom! I shouted once more.

I doubt they could hear me.

Faster! That’s it, I heard my mom shouted. The bed creaked from there continuous pumping.

Shit, a man’s voice cursed loudly. It feels good.

Harder! Mom shouted again.

Shit! Shit, the man kept on.

His voice was so loud that it made me tremble.

I went to the other side of the room – the one farthest from the door. I tucked myself to the farthest corner and hugged my feet tightly.

I was hungry.

I was cold.

My voice was hoarse from my continuous shouting.

How could I get out of here? I wish someone will help me.

Mom was busy with whoever she was with at the moment.

The voice from outside became silent. They must be done already. I wanted to hurry to the other side and look at the small hole to see what happen out there. But I forbid myself. I already know what I’ll see. I’ve seen it many times than I wanted.

I know that I’ll see my mom astride in the man’s lap. They will be both naked. The man will support my mom as she kept rocking. His hands will be on my mom’s breast, playing them.

I know what they were doing but sometimes they were still very good to watch. Their faces were full of ecstasy.

It was unfair. From what they were doing, it looked like that it was joyful.

But there I was.

Alone.

Afraid.

Tired.

Hungry.

And crying.

I was good. I followed what she wanted me to do. I behaved.

Seven more days and I will be seven years old. I was counting the days and I was looking forward to that day. By then, I will be a year older. Then another year will come, and I will be eight. I will be older. Mom could no longer push and pull me at her will. I will be stronger. I will learn to defend myself. I will not be alone in the dark prison ever again.

Urghhh! I heard my mom’s muffled shout again.

You want it?! The man’s loud voice followed.

Yes! Give it to me.

Take it! Take my cock in your in your fat ass!

Urghhhh!

I covered my ears with both of my hands but I could still hear them faintly.

You want more?! The man’s booming voice came again.

Yes! More! Fuck my ass harder!

No. I want to spank you instead. You deserve to have your ass spank, bitch!

I don’t know why my mom wanted to be spank in the butt. It hurt. I knew because she spunk me when I’m bad. Sometimes she’ll hit me in the butt, in the hand, or sometimes she’ll slap me, or in the worst case scenario punch me so hard that my bones were fractured. She also pulled my hair if I did not heed her words immediately. I thought she just like pulling my hair because she also pulled the hair of every man she was with.

Ohhhh! They both shouted.

I could imagine them breathing deeply. They were done. I could imagine them moving and dressing. Not long after, they both would get out.

I knew the pattern.

Mom would be back but it would be a while. I don’t know how long. It was just very long. It could be in few minutes, or few hours, or few days.

I was hungry. My stomach was revolting. I could not remember when I last took some food. Mom did not bring me food earlier.

I even cried more. When could I possibly eat again? I’ve been in this room for very long and the only thing to make me aware of night and day was the small sunlight that would pass the hole in the ceiling.

Sometimes when was happy, she would teach me. She was very brilliant. I knew how to count. I was very good in counting. I know the hours and days and years. I know how to write my name. I know the alphabet. Mom doesn’t want me to be dumb.

I wanted to shout but unfortunately I couldn’t. It hurt when I speak. I wanted to knock the door again but I don’t think I can move either and I don’t want to waste my strength since I don’t think I could eat any moment soon. I knew because I’ve done it before. I don’t want to be that helpless again.

I don’t want my Mom. I could live on my own. She’s not a mother. Mother was not supposed to do such horrible things. I knew. I’ve seen my playmates with their parents at the park before Mom don’t want me to get out ever again. I’ve seen plenty.

Once I’m strong, I will get out of here and never come back.

Hello? Anybody here? I heard a shout from outside. It was loud and booming. It must be from a very large man. Anybody home?

I was scared even more. Somebody was out there. The tremble started on my feet but quickly travel to my whole body.

What am I going to do?

We’re from Child Welfare, another voice shouted. She sounded like a woman. Her voice was pleasant to hear. Please open the door!

Should I shout back or not?

Should I answer them?

What if those out there were the bad guy?

What if they’re going to hurt me even more?

Help! I shouted but my voice was small. The mouth always to decide first before the brain, or at least in my case.

Hello?! Anybody?!

The voices outside kept on calling while I tried to gather my voice to become louder.

Help! my voice, though wobbly was far clearer. Please!

Anybody there? the man called again.

Help! I tried again but my voice was swallowed with the man’s voice from outside.

Shh! For a moment please, I think I heard something, the woman ordered. Please give me silent for a moment.

Courage and hope flowed back in my veins. Whoever outside could help me.

Help! I tried again. Get me out of here please!

Someone’s in there! the man said excitedly. Someone’s in there!

Shhhh! Silence! the woman ordered again. Child, please listen, she continued in a mellower voice. Where are you? We’re here to help you.

Should I tell her? Inside. It’s dark, I answered though I knew better than to talk to stranger.

Can you get out of there? she asked again.

No, I answered. I was afraid again. They won’t leave me here alone, will they? I cried, bawling out with my fears.

Okay, calm down, little girl, the woman comforted. We’re here. You’ll be fine.

No! I hiccupped.

You’ll be okay, she said. I’ll treat you with ice cream later, sweetheart.

I hiccupped more. I love ice cream. Those with sandwich?

Of course. Ice cream sandwich. Do you like it? she inquired.

Y-yes. I love it. My tears were still falling but I was not bawling any longer. Y-yes.

Okay, sweetheart. We’re here to help so tell us, is your door locked?

Yes, I answered. Can you help me get out?

Of course, sweetheart. Please don’t be afraid but we’re going to destroy the door, the woman informed.

The sounds of destructions outside were getting louder. Splinters of wood hitting on the floor and walls made those horrendous sounds. I covered both my palms on my ears. The tangy taste of blood flavored my dry mouth. It must have bleed when I bite it hard just to keep from screaming every time there was loud noise.

Not long after, the door that separated me from the other side of the house was unlatched from its hinges. But the woods on its frame were totally splintered. Sunlight shone and everything was bright. I covered my hands to the very bright light hurting my eyes.

Stumping of feet echoed around the room as many people entered. I cowered on the side, making myself the smallest possible.

There were so many of them. Could I ran faster and outwit them all?

What are they going to do with me?

Sweetheart, are you hurt? asked the familiar voice of a woman. I peeked to see. She was so beautiful. Sweetheart, are you well? she repeated. Are you hurt? I’m Elena. What’s your name?

I could not find my voice. I don’t know what to tell her. Should I answer? Bb-b-Barbra, I answered again before I could think further. You’re very pretty, I added the first thing I noticed about her.

Her eyes widen in surprise. I covered my hand to my mouth before I could say anything wrong again. I made myself smaller again and waited for the incoming punch, pinch, or hair pulling.

Mom always hit me if she does not want to hear what I said.

But nothing came. I looked up. Her eyes moist and her lips twitched like mine when I’m holding myself not to cry. Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I’m not going to hurt you, she apologized sincerely. We’re here to help you. We’re from Child Welfare Department, she added and indicated the persons in her back looking at us. That is Garry. He’s my husband, she pointed the man at