Brother takes sister from her husband after saving her life

After kissing her forehead I left, closing the bedroom door behind me.

Once I locked up the house I moved my rabbits to the fridge to thaw, then showered and went to bed.

I was almost asleep when a sound caught my attention. My eyes snapped open, and I looked to the door. I could see Catherine silhouetted from the night light I kept at the top of the stairs. She closed the door, and a moment later, I felt her climb under the sheets beside me.

“Sis?”

“Please, Kurt! I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she cried softly.

My heart broke hearing the fear in her voice, and I pulled her into my arms. She rested her head on my chest and cried herself to sleep. I held her through the night, offering her what comfort I could.

***

The next morning, I woke up alone. After getting dressed and ready for the day I wandered downstairs and the sight of my smiling sister greeted me. She wore another one of her sundresses which she looked so good in. They might have been a little light for this late in the year, but unless she was going out, she always wore them.

Catherine held out a mug of coffee to me. “Happy Birthday, Kurt. This may not have been the birthday you wanted, but I’ll do what I can to make it a special one for you. Breakfast should be almost ready.”

I smiled accepting the coffee, and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “Thanks Sis.”

Most of the day, beyond that interaction was fairly typical for my sister and I. We didn’t discuss the attack, or her husband. I skinned and cleaned my kills from the day of the attack, and Catherine busied herself in the house. I did learn later, a lot of what she was doing was removing the small blood stain from the floor where the guy fell.

That afternoon I relaxed in the living room reading a book, while Catherine was humming away contentedly as she cooked my birthday dinner. Suddenly the front door slammed open.

Catherine screamed, and I jumped off the couch and was ready to tackle whatever threat was coming at us now, only to see Karl standing in the doorway still wearing the same crinkled leisure suit, looking exhausted and in need of a shower.

I didn’t know what to expect seeing him again. Watching as he closed the door, I didn’t feel much of anything. My heart was pounding too hard, and there was too much adrenaline coursing through my veins to feel anything other than shock. A moment later though, and I did feel something: anger.

As the door closed, the smell of alcohol reached me. The smell was strong enough I almost wanted to gag.

“Catherine, I managed to win some money in a poker game at the bar! Once I get changed, I’m going to head to the casino!”

He didn’t even look at me, but I glanced at my sister and could only see fear on her face.

Karl started walking for the stairs.

“No!” I said in a firm voice.

Both of them turned to look at me.

“No? No, what?” Karl asked.

I walked up to him. Even though I was younger, I was easily five inches taller than him, most certainly stronger and more fit than him, and I used my size to my advantage.

“No, you are not going to go to the casino. The last time you went gambling, my sister, your wife, was almost raped and I was forced to kill a man. You are not going to the casino. The only place you’re going is to bed!”