*****Author's note: We apologize to everyone that has invested time into this story. We apologize for how much we fucked it up and how bad it ended up sucking. We also apologize for the rant we included with Ch. 7 and for the lack of proof reading and several errors through out the terrible mess. But since we started it we figured we better end it and not leave it unfinished, so here's the last chapter just in case someone actually cares. *****
My father left the house still laughing, leaving me with two guards and the realization of what he just revealed. Stasha, the beautiful woman my father had given me, was my sister, my mother's daughter! The similarities were obvious now. The deception of my parents and the knowledge of who I was fucking made me instantly lose my appetite. I went back to my room, past the two guards, dressed in black, both large men, to throw up because that's how bad I felt.
As I sat on my bed my disgust and anger stewed until I was fuming. I was angry with my mother for lying and beyond angry with my father for what he had been doing. I decided right then and there it was time to grow a pair and do something. I doubted Stasha even knew who I or my father was to her since Dad had said Mom gave her up for adoption at birth. She's probably never even met her or even knows who she is. With my father's limitless resources he found her to get even with my mother and me.
I had to figure out a way to make my father pay; something that would hurt him worse than killing him, something worse than death... but what?
The biggest problem was I was a prisoner... I had no communication with the world. Dad had taken my phone and disconnected my internet. I couldn't do anything locked up in my house with two big dumb guards keeping me here. First thing I needed to do was escape. I began looking around my room for some kind of weapon I might use to incapacitate the guards. The only thing I found was my old aluminum baseball bat from when I was a kid, tucked in the back of my closet. It was small for my height now but still could do some damage if I could get close enough. I almost acted rashly and left my room to find the guards and get it on but I stopped short, knowing I needed a plan. Well, two plans really; one to get out of the house and the other to take down my father.
Hiding the bat back where I found it, I sat down on my bed and devised my plans.
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Around noon a knock sounded on my door. I expected one of the guards with my lunch but when I opened the door it was Stasha. Dad probably thought it would be funny to send her over again even after I knew who she was. She did have my lunch with her and from her look and demeanor had no idea I knew who she really was. She was dressed really sexy again in a tiny sundress that barely covered her bottom.
"Hungry?" she asked, sauntering in with a tray of food.
"Yeah, sure," I said hurrying over to my desk to hide what I was working on from her. My plans were almost ready and seeing her took me by surprise. What was I going to tell her? I didn't know if I should spill the beans and tell her I was her half-brother and what my father was doing to her biological mother. I had no idea how loyal she was to my father or what she would do when she learned the truth. Odds were she'd act like most people would and freak out after finding out she had fucked her brother... twice.
As I looked at her there was no doubt in my mind that Dad was telling the truth, she was my sister and the similarities to my mother were even more obvious now.
"Your father called, said you were dying to see me again?"
"He did, did he? That was nice of him. How long have you known my father?"
"Just a couple of weeks. I was dancing for my job and he came in one night."
"Let me guess... he dropped a lot of money on you and made you an offer?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Is Stasha your real name or your stage persona?" I asked.
"Hey, I can be whoever you want me to be, baby," she said, putting her hand on my chest.
I grabbed her wrist firmly and stared down at her.
"Oh, are we back to this then?" she asked, "Reverting back to an asshole?"
"No, I just want the truth, I'm sick of all the fucking lies!" I said, letting her go.
"Fine... my real name is Becky, not a very good stripper name so my old boss came up with Stasha."
"And how old are you, Becky?" I asked.
"23, why does that matter?" she asked.
"Because I'm 19, which means your mom was 16 when she gave you up for adoption?"
She froze, looking at me oddly. "How did you know I was adopted... how do you know anything about my real mom?" she asked.
"You should probably sit down," I said.
I turned back to my computer and opened a picture of my mother I had on the hard drive and turned the monitor to Becky who had slowly taken a seat on my bed.
"This is your mother, your real mother."
"Okay... and why do I care and why do you know this?"
"Because she's also my mother... you and I are siblings."
Becky turned green.
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She said nothing while I explained to her what was going on, who I was, how I didn't know until this morning who she was and all my father was doing and why. The time it took to explain didn't help with the way she looked. I really thought she was going to ralph, knowing the exact feeling since I felt it just a few short hours ago.
Suddenly she got up and headed to the door but I sprang to my feet and stopped her, shutting the door as she tried to get out.
"Let me out of here! You and your father are freaks and sickos I want nothing to do with!"
"You don't understand. If he finds out you know and what I just told you he won't hesitate to kill you. Trust me... he's already killed a woman who knew less."
She backed away from me, grabbing her arms in her hands and shivered even though the room was warm.
"I just want to go... I won't say a thing to anyone, just let me go."
"I can't... he's doing this to make my mother... our mother pay. You need to act like nothing has changed or he will hurt you to hurt her and cover his tracks. We need to work together and take him down... it's the only way out of this with any semblance of a good resolution for us."
She sat down on my bed again, deep in thought. Her color had returned to normal, which was good.
