Eddie couldn’t be more content that he and Sara both shared a lack of commitment to culinary excellence.  A white and red bag of Chic-fil-A, Eddie called it, chicken fries, sat crumpled and tired after the power eating fest the couple had undertaken post sex.  It couldn’t get lots better than this, thought the fully sated man.  He had even just heard a small burp from Sara, after she had finished a decidedly unladylike sized slug of soda.  Sara had actually taken such a large drink, that he had, by habit nearly gotten up to give her a Candy squeeze.  While it had been beneficial to let Candy pop off the planet, he had no intention of letting this perfect woman follow the same path.  Candy could let the drink kill her, but Eddie would go to the end of the planet to save Sara.  The moment of near PTSD awareness shook Eddie to his core.  Jesus Christ.  He was in love and he loved the thought.  He reveled in it, in her beauty, in their near prefect compatibility.

Sara, just the other side of the bag and Styrofoam cups, suffered her own PTSD, or more accurately PTMD (Post Traumatic Mother Disorder) ducking her head as if the hand of her mother would instantly appear in the room and slap her for the offending burp.  Sara cautiously harbored high hopes for Eddie, but some things, never went away, including the whip like reflexes her mother used when rules were broken.  Sara took solace in knowing her mother, when she finally met Eddie would understand Sara’s attraction to his devotion.  

The more pressing problem would be to move Eddie from this dreadful diet of fast food and bring him to quality cooking.  If he couldn’t adapt, she could always visit her sister and have a weekend cooking and chat fest.  Sara rationalized that women had always made those types of compromises for the men they were with, and food wasn’t such a bad thing to adapt to; even the best of men and women, in her past, required adaptation.  She had learned to adapt better than most.  Sara knew it was at the center of her soul to give people what they truly wanted.  Even if she had to eat junk food and burp every day, she would help Eddie have what he really wanted.  

Eddie handed the television remote to Sara, who immediately went to the on-demand screen on the cable system and found a sex show to reward Eddie for sharing the remote.  Eddie seemed distracted to her so she snuggled up to him and whispered, “What’s wrong, Baby?”

Eddie’s face contorted just enough to be noticed, “I had to go to the bank today, to move money into checking.  I’ve always had to worry about money, and I think we should consider looking at our spending or maybe, I should find a real job.”

Sara traced circles on his chest and folded even closer into him, hoping the scent of her hair would calm him as usual.  Sara gazed up to him and said, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Eddie grimaced, “Not a nurse anymore.”

“I don’t blame you.  Ok, then what?”

“I don’t really know what I want to be.  Candy hated that about me.”

“I’m not Candy silly man; you can be who ever or what ever you are.”

He seemed to want to believe her but his voice sounded like a beaten man, “That’s how Candy started out.”

Sara reached up and kissed him.  Trying to foster real hope in his weary spirit, “You do make me happy, you are turning into the perfect man for me and I want you to know, that I see the things you do.”

Sara saw Eddie getting ready to spiral down emotionally, “That’s just sex.  I’ve always been good at that, but it doesn’t pay the bills.”

Sara loathed depression and dug in to combat the moment.  She smiled a bit wickedly and tweaked one of his nipples, “What if sex or something related could pay the bills?”

Eddie groaned, endorphin release filling his face, “How?”

Sara leaned her head in and settled on his chest, “The owner of Power Exchange, the BDSM club woman, do you remember her?”  Eddie sucked in his breath and said nothing.  He looked guilty, as if knowing that Sara knew that he did.   Sara continued, “Her name is Victoria.  She made sex play profitable for her, made it work out for her, and she used to be a police detective.  Being a cop pays the same as a nurse.”

With oiled tits and ass dancing across the big screen TV, Eddie seemed to lose interest, but his expression said, ‘who cared about a woman he could never have?’  His voice said, “How do you know that?”

Sara got up, put on a sweatshirt and grabbed her shoes, “Let’s take a walk.”

Eddie’s response was to settle deeper where he sat, “Let’s discuss this with fewer clothes.”

Sara walked to the door and stared back expectantly. Eddie responded like a Pavlovian dog, sensitive to the potential for making her angry.  He scrambled for his shoes.  The security door slammed behind them, leaving Eddie no real choice but to follow her.  

The lights of Puget Sound blinked in the distance and Sara wondered who might be gazing at them.  This neighborhood was on the seedy side of town and the street worked at keeping its end of the seedy going.  The mist joined them on the crumbling sidewalk and began to blanket the area and people.  Sara felt like she could almost drown in damp from the weather or from the pervasive guilt and lust sweat that was enveloping patrons as they snuck in and out of the area’s porn stores and pick up bars.  Sara took Eddie’s hand as they dodged the night denizens.

Sara strolled with Eddie until she felt the nervousness that vibrated in his hand turn down a notch.  She hated to give information to Eddie when he was chastised or sexually needing.  She realized he couldn’t clearly think in either state of being.  Finally, as he settled into her leading him by the hand she spoke, “The cop, the one that owns the store, she’s sorta been paying my bills for the last several years.”

Eddie apparently didn’t follow anything more than her leading hand, “What do you mean?  Like a girl friend or something?  Is that why we went to the party undercover?”

The mist stayed steady, melding with the emerging sweat from Eddie’s forehead.  Sara could smell his palpable fear and said, “Did you hear about Nick’s law suit against the city?”  Eddie shook his head. Sara tugged him forward and launched into a deeper explanation, “She’s the one who beat a confession out of Nick in the police station.  The city settled for, well, for lots of money.”

Eddie looked like he was trying to remember, but Sara could see that his tumescent state combined with the floating sex trade was winning over his mental processes.  Every window seemed a mix of sex and bars.  

Eddie said, “What did he confess to?”  Sara stopped and held Eddie’s face.  A neon sign for strippers reflected off a window and Sara saw his eyes drawn to the place with growing need.  Sara pulled him toward the door.

Eddie had clearly not been in a strip club with a woman in tow, much less been lead into one by a woman.  His entire being seemed to freeze.  She tugged him toward the door, “Do you know how I said you can be who ever you are?”  Eddie nodded and followed with wanting reluctance.  They walked past a drunk in a doorway, “Nick had a chance; I let Nick be who he was.  He liked young boys; to be accurate, pre-teen to sixteen year old boys.”

That thought was a bit much for even Eddie, because he responded with, “Jesus, even I can’t fuck kids, what kind of sick fuck was Nick.  He did deserve what he got.”

Sara’s face showed genuine sadness, “Nick let his dick make decisions without being careful.”  Sara felt a slippery ooze under her shoe and peered down curiously.  She shook her foot and a freshly used condom leaked hopeless DNA material onto the damp step.  Sara scuffed the shoe on the cement and the latex fell to the ground, waiting for a more helpful conveyance.  

Eddie’s eyes followed Sara’s to the ground and the condom.  He grimaced and Sara, continued, “If people down here can be careful, so can you.  I can stand anything but not being careful.  Victoria, the club owner, the cop, caught Nick.  They built a case without the boy telling them anything.”

Eddie spoke his surprise, “Why didn’t the kid roll on Nick?”  

Sara sensed that Eddie was following her and she knew he did it against his every instinct.  He did it for her.  She surveyed his face in the doorway of a strip club, music thumping, silicone bouncing, naked women doing grocery lists in their heads as they writhed and dozens of men in various states of erection.  He needed to run but he followed for her.  Sara felt her emotions for Eddie move from affection to some form of growing love.  She broke into a smile that everyone on the dank street took to be bi-sexual lust or chemically induced joy. She loved the more unusual moments of life.  

Sara felt like she had done more than enough physical training on Eddie and now it was time to jump into his head.  She started with saying, “About the boy that Nick had the problem with, well, love does amazingly strange things to people.  The boy was fourteen years old.  He really loved Nick.  For the boy, it was the right thing to do.”

As they stepped in the door and found a table, Eddie asked, “So, how did Nick get caught?”
Sara sat near Eddie and they watched the women dance; some girls going through the motions, some trying harder to earn money and a very few of the dancers seeming to love it.   Sara’s face glowed with approval at Eddie’s question, “That is SO the right question, Baby.  Nick was stupid.  He kept the kid in a basement; locked him up.   He made videos, which was fine, but he let them be seen.  He left clues.  He gave the videos to weak men who were prone to vice and were easy pickings for cops.   Cops love to leverage a small violation into a bigger fish.  For the police, Nick was a bigger fish.  He was perfectly suited for a media event, the opportunity to rescue a sexually abused boy.  That made for amazing headlines and high risks for me.  Nick never stood a chance the minute he let a video out of his control.  Also, he should have been smart enough not to hold the kid at home.”  

Eddie nodded as much as his breast focused eyes would allow.  Sara finally felt like she had the necessary crack in Eddie’s brain to make her point and said, “Jesus, I can put up with a lot, but I would have killed him for that and he knew it.”  

In his aroused state, Eddie couldn’t hide that he noticed the irony of what she had just said.  He glanced at her at the killed statement, seemed to founder on the thought but to his credit, he shut up and let her continue.  Sara let the details flow out, “The cops came and he did the smart thing, he shut up and wouldn’t tell them where the kid was.  Victoria was afraid the kid would die.    When Nick wouldn’t give anything, Victoria just lost it.  She beat him almost dead.”  Sara’s voice changed to one of admiration, “It was an amazing amount of damage, but she still didn’t kill him.  I am not sure I would have had the talent to hurt him that much and not kill him.”

Eddie considered this new information, “I bet he kinda liked that.”

Sara grinned at the sophomoric sexual humor and said, “He only liked it from me. Anyway, Victoria got fired, Nick sued, and we got paid, huge. The charges had to be dropped.  In the end, I have a lot of respect for her.  She was so committed to what she felt was right and did what had to be done.  She and I have a lot in common.  I also thought it was ironic and fun that she opened a BDSM club.  She has a lot of style and huge balls.”

A young, sultry, shorthaired, brunette bent and touched the floor in front of Eddie and he ran out of attention cycles in his head, “What’s this got to do with a job?”

Sara allowed Eddie to focus on the jiggling ass cheeks in front of him.  When the girl received her five dollars from Sara and moved on, Sara cut to the chase, “Opportunities come from strange places. But, if you can make money doing something you like, isn’t that better?”

Eddie grimaced, “I’ll need something, some type of work that will pay the bills for me, in time.  I have been thinking about computer classes.”

Sara kept on task, “Are computers what you love?  Do they pay enough or do you want to add to the bank balance and still do what we love?”

She had Eddie’s attention now and he asked, “How?”

Sara said, “Victoria, even being an ex cop, makes money by giving people what they want.  I totally respect that.  You and I have got all of Nick’s money.  Money we got by giving him what he wanted.  We can just keep the system rolling.”

Eddie waved to a server, who sashayed over.  Eddie smiled up to the server, “The lady would like two JDs in separate glasses over an inch of ice.”

Sara almost swelled with pride, “You treat me so well, Baby.”

The waitress left before Eddie asked, “If Nick had done what you wanted, he wouldn’t be dead now would he?”

Sara took Eddie’s hand and interlaced her fingers, “What Nick really wanted was for me to help him end it.  He never felt ok about the boys.  It was a compulsion for him.  He just couldn’t accept who he was.”

Eddie was still at least a step behind, “But I still don’t understand.  Did you want Nick dead?”

Sara said, “What I wanted was for him to have what he needed and in return give me what I needed.  He wanted to be dead but couldn’t kill himself.  He needed us to do it for him.  I think that is why he came to the apartment; to give me no choice but to defend myself.”

Eddie pondered, “How can anyone really know what someone else wants?”

Women danced on stages and Sara didn’t want Eddie to get too wrapped up in his deep thoughts that could be dangerous for one of his proclivities.  Sara noticed his eyes continuing to stray to the brunette who land sharked around the room looking for cash filled fists.  Quickly, Sara moved him to a booth in the back.  Eddie gave into his wandering lust and nearly drooled at the dancer.  The dancer noticed and closed on Eddie and Sara with a purpose.

Sara locked eyes with her.  Sara needed to distract Eddie from seeing the moment between her and the approaching dancer, “So, Baby, what about tying me up works so well for you?”

The dancer and Sara silently communicated, the message to the dancer was, go ahead, play with him, but he is mine, touch him, fine, arouse him, that’s what you are paid for, try to take him from me and I will pull your spine out and crush your skull with it while you die.  The dancer needed the money more than she feared Sara and moved forward as if approaching a pissed lioness.

Eddie was oblivious, and said, “I don’t know, tying you up, is, I don’t know, what ever.”

Sara took Eddie’s face into her hands and commanded his attention.  The dancer stopped.  Sara pointed at their drinks and looked at her watch.  The dancer got the message, backed off to the bar to get another set of drinks even though the glasses were piling up on the table.

Sara continued to hold Eddie’s face, “Nick fucked underage boys, loved beating them and tying them up.  I helped him fill that need but he wasn’t man enough to stay smart.  Tell me what you need.  You love to tie me up and use me, but you don’t like being tied up by me, right?”   She let go of his face and one of Sara’s hands tickled his neck.  Her other hand trails down his thigh. “You can trust me.”

Eddie wanted to run away rather than give up his sin, but there wasn’t any running from Sara.  He readied himself to give confession in a strip bar, “There as a girl, named Mary.  I knew it was wrong.”  Eddie was terrified to give himself over to a story that he had forced deep into his unconscious.  He drank again, as hard as the glass would let him and wondered why Sara was unlocking and throwing open his most devastating Pandora’s Box.  Maybe she wouldn’t think he was as bad a Nick, at least he hadn’t been caught.

Eddie was suddenly back to nineteen years old again, he is in the basement, a combination storage room and concrete block container of dankness.  He told Sara the story as if he was living it.  In front of him sits, Mary, a young, raven haired, eighteen year old girl, tied to a chair.  After years of mounting emotional and sexual abuse, she is now his personal whim fairy; his twenty four/seven sex slave and toy.  She struggles against her bonds and Eddie sees it in full color, scent and sense.  He remembers that she is beautiful, sultry.  She is his.

She is Mary Marks, his sister and her shirt is open and it is glorious.  Today he is frustrated because she wouldn’t unbutton it on command.  She would have to learn, yet again.  One button hangs from a detangling thread and her bra hangs open from the front clasp.  Her breasts are large for her age and so firm.  Her nipples taunt him.  To Eddie, this means she wants him.  His hands play roughly with her tits, no they are his tits; he owns them.  He likes to call them that, because it humiliates her and that makes him happy.  In truth, he would have done something more gentle if it had occurred to him, but every Penthouse and Hustler magazine say women loved it rough, so he follows instructions and hurts her.  Her arms and legs are bound but she refuses to cry out.  Instead, tears flow down her cheeks, without effort or intent.  Eddie doesn’t wonder why she cries, he just knows that every tear is like electricity to his need to use her.

Her short denim skirt is pulled up and her panties can just be seen.  He likes the animal print he forces her to wear for him.  Mom and Dad would never approve and that makes it all the better.  Various household items wait on a table near her.  He hasn’t used most of them on her simply because he can’t really think of how to make use of them, but having them there terrorizes her.  Eddie picks up a frosty cube of ice and presses it roughly to her constricted nipple.  She gasps; shutters, and the tears flow faster.

Mary pleads, “Please, stop.  I never wanted this.”  Her reward is a slap across her face.

Eddie whispers, “Mary, you know the rules.  Always call me Baby when you speak and don’t talk until I tell you to.”  

Mary’s head hangs down and she whispers back, “May I speak, Baby?”  Eddie nods and she continues, “Mom and Dad will kill us both if they find out.”

Eddie grabs an iced nipple and twists, “You started this you tease.  You were the one wearing those skirts and laughing when you caught me.”  The memory of being caught masturbating into his sister’s panties fill Eddie with shame and arousal.

Mary continues, “I never told them you were jerking off like that.  I even washed my panties for you so you wouldn’t get caught when Mom did the laundry.”  Eddie slaps her hard.

His words spit out, “You spied on me for months.  You wanted this.”

Mary has been subjected to his slaps and they don’t stop her.  Like maybe he will listen, “I never saw that before.  I was just curious.  Please don’t do this again.”  She pauses and remembers, “Please Baby.”

Eddie revels in her begging and he starts to undo his shorts but has difficulty because his cock is pressing to get out.  “Do you want to watch it again?  You like it when I do it.  You like it when my friends do it too.  Jesus, you slut, half the guys in the school have shown you their dicks.”

“But you’re my brother, Billy isn’t.”  Eddie drops his shorts.  As usual, he isn’t wearing underwear and his cock bounces out, pointing meaningfully at her.

“Sis, do you like seeing it or would you rather suck it?”

Mary says, “You said you would hit me if I didn’t watch it.  You make me watch.”

Eddie reaches down and grabs her panties and tears them off.  He grabs her between her legs.  “You’re not ready yet, are you tease?  Do you need some help?”

He sees Mary change and it somehow allows her to speak harshly, “I can’t let you do this anymore.  You have to stop, Eddie.”

Eddie grabs another ice cube and holds it threateningly close to her shredded panties.  He presses it above her crotch and slides it down slowly.  She shivers and shakes her head no.  Eddie kneels in front of her.

Eddie says, “You pick.  I use the ice to get you wet, or me to do it naturally.

Mary’s voice is tiny, “The ice hurts.”  He slaps her breast leaving a mark.  She tries again, “The ice hurts so much, umm Baby.”

Eddie grins wickedly and moves closer.  Mary sobs and shakes her head.  Eddie’s pulse doubles.  He puts his face in her neck and smells her hair, licks her neck and allows his hard-on to rest against her pubic hair.  He humps slowly, getting closer and closer to being able to slide into her.  

Eddie’s voice becomes raspy, “Kiss me Sis, I love you.”

Mary gives in and turns her face to him and kisses him in self defense.  He forces his tongue in her mouth.  Suddenly he slides into her body, in one careless thrust.  She accepts the pain.  Eddie pounds away into her.  He pulls his chest off her so he can look down and watch how well he fucks his sister.  Mary almost breaks the moment when she speaks, “I’m going to run away.”

Eddie snarls at her, “Not fucking today you won’t.”  He grabs both nipples and twists and Mary screams in agony.  Her body convulses and squeezes him between her thighs.  It forces him to climax and he rams himself in as deeply as he can.  

He sees the clock on the wall, the time is near and he stands with a victorious look on his face.  Just as he pulls his shorts on, a knock bounces off the basement door.  Mary stares fearfully at the door as young male voices call out.  Instantly, Eddie is hard again, but he can take care of that later.  From the other side of the door come muffled voices, “Can we “cum” in?”  The boys laugh lewdly and Eddie goes to the door and swings it open and a group of five boys step in.  As they approach, each boy hands him money.

Eddie pockets the cash and says, “She’s all yours, enjoy dudes.  I’m gonna take some insurance pictures.”  Eddie moves around the room snapping pictures.  Mary is stares blankly at the ceiling, and Eddie lets the boys savage her.   Eddie continues to photograph it all; waiting to be the last man in.  He flashes away until the last boy has spent his cash and lust on Mary.  Her head lulls; she has passed out.  

The boys freak out and run from the basement.  Eddie unties his sister, lays her on a cot near the chair and as gently as he can, makes love to her.  He finishes with a deeply fulfilling climax and he kisses her forehead softly.  He dresses her in classic white panties, knee length shorts, a plain cotton bra with triple hooks in the back, a prim white short sleeved shirt, buttoned up to her neck and a gold necklace with a heart he had given her for her birthday.  As he steps to the door he says, “You love me Sis, you’re all I have and I am all you have”. He flashes one more picture of his love and leaves.

Eddie eyes flashed back to Sara.  He refocused on her and waited judgment.  A sheen of sweat covered his forehead and his erection pulsed painfully in his pants.  Sara reached into his lap and felt his hardness.  Sara stroked Eddie’s leg and smiled, “See, Baby, isn’t it good to get it out?  You told me what you did and what you wanted, and why.  What happened to her?”

Eddie’s head tipped back as Sara’s hand quickly worked him and he said, “She ran away and abandoned me.  A week later they found her dead on the interstate.  Somebody killed her.”

Sara said, “Somebody huh?”  Sara kissed him, “I still love you.  To prove it, I’ll get you a replacement for her.”

Eddie stared and blurted out, “Replacement?”  He slammed the rest of his drink and sighed, “What do you get out of it?”

Sara smiled to him, “I get what I need, which is to help you get what you want.  That is my thing.  The more you are true to yourself, the more I can trust you.”

“But, Mary died.  What happens to her replacement?”

Sara replied, matter-of-factly, “That’s up to what you need or the replacement asks for.”