Tears streamed down Jackie’s face, her cheeks red from fighting them back. “Scott... “ she cried, “I don’t know what comes over me sometimes.” She held him close to her chest, cradling him, “There are these moments where I just see him in you, and I want to make you pay.”

The huge girl looked away for a moment, struggling to compose herself as she found the right words, “I know it’s not you. I just… I’m not making sense am I?” Scott stared deep into his stepsister’s eyes, as she watched for a response, able to see just how hard this was on her. He shook his head softly, not understanding.

Jackie sniffled, wiping the pooling tears from her cheeks, “Okay, maybe if I say it out loud, and finally tell you everything I’ve been bottling up all these years - it’ll make sense. I just… when you begged me to stop, and said you’d run away, as if that was what I wanted… It was just horrible.” Scott listened intently, still sore from the beating he had just received but dismissing it, realising it ran much deeper than a sibling rivalry. She continued, “Like I became the thing I hated. I became him. I don’t want to lose you, Scott, and I don’t want to hurt you anymore. Even though I like it… sometimes, well… I’m so sorry, little bro!” Jackie cried harder, her tears dripping down onto him beneath her.

“Jackie…” Scott replied softly, wheezing slightly in pain, “I… I don’t understand.”

“Ted, your Dad…” Jackie began, his name sour in her mouth. Scott’s blood ran cold, hearing the name of his father in this context. He hadn’t done something to Jackie, had he? She explained, “He used to… do things to me. It started when I was thirteen. You’d be over at Ethan’s, Mom’d be out on business or with her friends. Ted would be the one to pick me up from basketball…”

Scott’s face was one of pure shock as he listened. He didn’t want to believe that his father would do anything bad to anyone, never mind his sister. He prayed it wasn’t the case, as she continued pouring her heart out to him, “It started as just touching… A lame excuse to get the knots out. The touching turned to more as I got older...”

The long term pain she felt was evident in her glassy eyes, still wet from half-wiped tears. Scott felt sick to his stomach, as the reality of who his father was hit him. “Jackie…” he began, quickly cut off by the girl.

“Your Dad raped me, Scott. He did it for years. And I hated him for it. I hated you for it.” Jackie said coldly, “I hated you just for being his son, the son of the man who… did those things to me. And all the while, you teased me, bullied me, called me fat.”

Scott felt the tears building in his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest as he processed her words. He had been an awful brother to her, it was true. The guilt inside of him hurt more than any pain she had inflicted on him.

Jackie explained further, “Here I was, being raped by my stepfather - your Dad, and I had to deal with all your crap for the sake of our family? So we didn’t get all broken up.” Her expression was neutral now, her face still damp, eyes staring into space as she spoke, “I didn’t want you to go into the system. I was afraid that if I came forward, he’d go to prison. That sort of thing can ruin families, and I didn’t know if Mom would have to give you up to the state or something...”

As if Scott hadn’t already felt overwhelmed by guilt - hearing that Jackie had withheld from coming forward to protect him, in spite of how he treated her, killed him. He began to sob, hard. His tears flooded his face, an ugly wail escaping his lips as he begged for forgiveness, “Jackie… I am s-o sorry! Please, forgive m-me.”

Still deep in thought, as she processed what she was finally letting out after all these years, Jackie dismissed his apology for now, “You didn’t have any other family, Scott! And I was so relieved when he up and left for some dumb slut on the other side of the river. I knew he’d never make the trip, he’s too lazy. I was finally free.” She sighed, reliving some of the relief she had felt back then, “But what was I left with? His son, picking up where he left out with the constant bullying and teasing. You didn’t know, and it’s not your fault that you didn’t know, because I hid it. I hid it better than anyone could have.” Scott continued to cry quietly, overcome by so many emotions at once - anger at his Dad, guilt from his part in it, a deep sadness for what his sister had gone through.

Jackie was starting to get a handle on her emotions, still holding her brother in her arms. She moved onto more recent times, “When the Y-Strain broke out, I started fantasising about what it’d be like to turn the tables on him. He wasn’t around, you were. And when I discovered you got it, I just took all that pent up anger from him and unleashed it on you. As if you were him…”

“B-but it was... like it w-would get you go… ing… Like hurting m-me would t-turn you on. P-please, I don’t mean t…” Scott stuttered between pained cries, unable to even look Jackie in the eye now. Shellshocked and feeling the trauma from her brutalisation, he winced, instinctively tensing to avoid injury if she happened to hit him again.

“Shhh, it’s okay little guy,” Jackie cooed, pressing her finger softly against his lips. “I know it did. It does. Your Dad, Ted, severely fucked me up. You know how you hear stories about people who were abused when they were young, only growing up to do the same thing? That’s because it’s real.” she explained, her words were clear, as if this were something she had already come to terms with, “Dominating you turns me on. Humiliating you turns me on. And so long as it’s not too serious, roughing you up turns me on.”

“S-so… are y-you going to... stop hurting m-me?” Scott asked tentatively, “I’m s-sorry… You j-just told me su-such personal things and I j… I’m sorry. I’m s-still shaken up… I really thought you were going to kill me.”

Nodding emphatically, with tears still in her eyes, Jackie hugged her stepbrother tightly against her heaving, albeit sweaty, bosom. “You have nothing to be sorry about. When you started begging for your life, it all just came crashing down on me. I’m sorry that I hurt you.” Jackie replied apologetically, “I hid all of this from you and Mom to keep our family together. And here I am, becoming the same monster Ted had been to me. And I damn near killed you, for what? Being an annoying stepbrother? You deserve better. And I’m going to be better. I love you, Scott.”

“I… I… love you t-too, Jackie. Are you… you going to stop m-making me smaller?” He said back, looking up at her now.

“Scott, I can’t stop you from getting smaller…” Jackie replied matter-of-factly, “And I’d rather be the one to do it, where you’re safe with me than alone in your room. God forbid you’re out there and it happens, like you stupidly were earlier today.”

“You… you were actually w-worried?” Scott asked back, having flashbacks to Sue as Jackie spoke. Her tone was genuine, he knew that much.

“Of course I was, dummy. I know I’ve been a mega abusive bitch to you. But I still love you, squirt!” She smiled through the wetness of past tears, squeezing him in her arms affectionately.

“Big Sis… C-can I sleep with you tonight?” Scott asked, “I p-promise I won’t sneak away. I just don’t wa… want to be alone.” Suddenly Jackie lifted her brother, pulling her face close to his. Before he could react, she locked lips with him and snaked her tongue into his mouth. The pair passionately made out, Scott melting into her arms as he let her tongue fill his entire mouth and overpower him. She engulfed his whole body in her sweat-covered breasts and torso.

He felt his cock hardening between his legs, much to his dismay. In spite of all this, he was still terrified of getting any smaller. He prayed she would not notice, but they were clasped together too tightly for Jackie not to feel it pressing against her. He felt her lips curl in their kiss, her smile as apparent to him as his erection to her. “Somebody’s getting excited, huh little bro?” Jackie pointed out, pulling his head away from her so he could speak.

“P… please don’t make me any s-smaller! T-today has been… r-really scary for me and I ju-just want to be h-held…” Scott begged, pleading to her with his eyes as she stared directly into them.

“Shhh. It’s okay, little one. We don’t have to make you any smaller tonight. And yes, of course you can sleep with me.” Jackie answered, “Besides, it’s not something up for debate. This is your bed now, here with me, in my arms.” Too tired to shower, Jackie carried Scott in her arms, holding him tightly in her warmth as she got up to turn out the lights.

“I’m so sorry, little bro. I promise I’ll treat you better from now on.” Jackie cooed, as she climbed back into bed with him. She yawned as she lay back, pulling the blankets over them as she wrapped herself around him. Scott sighed, shuffling comfortably against clammy, but soft and warm, skin.

“And I promise not to tease you or hurt you… much.” Jackie said, as she gave him a noogey.

“Hey!” Scott called up to her lightheartedly, ducking away from her knuckles as they brushed across the top of his head.

“Haha, sorry, not sorry bro!” she laughed, “Anywho, I love you squirt!” Bringing her lips down to his head, she kissed it softly, before getting comfortable herself.

“I love you too,” Scott replied warmly, his tiredness already apparent in his voice. Jackie squeezed him tighter as they spooned, both of them falling asleep within minutes.