Sarah comes home

After she'd given you her love, Lisa retreated to her bedroom, leaving you to get dressed again and head downstairs where you immediately got to work, first going to the kitchen and starting to clean. Top to bottom, all the surfaces, pots washed dried and put away nothing was untouched by you and your expert cleaning you'd gained over the last year, you were on your knees scrubbing the floor when you heard the front door slam shut, ignoring it for now you focused on your work until you heard a familiar, if angry, voice said

"Who the fuck are you?"

Standing up, you turned to face the person, keeping your eyes down and hands respectfully in front of you, you heard them gasp, dropping the bottle they'd been holding, spilling the drink over the floor

"Dougie?" Sarah asked as she saw you, as you looked at her you saw she'd changed a lot in the last year as well. Gone was her friendly cheerful looking girl, and in her place was a girl in torn, rebellious dark rock clothes, black lipstick and heavy dark make up around her eyes, she'd also grown out her hair and dyed it black as well, or at least what you could see of it was. She now wore baggy clothes including am open hoodie which she had up. "Is it... is it really you?"

"It is, sister" you smiled slightly at her, she leapt at you and hugged you tightly as you gave her a light hug back

"Oh my god Dougie I've missed you so much. When I heard what they did to you, me and mom and Crystal did everything we could to get you out we went to the police and mom tried to do her lawyer thing but no one would listen and I tried to tell everyone at school but I got in trouble and... and" Sarah spewed out trying to tell you everything, but she began to break down and just hugged you tight and began to cry into your shoulder "Why would no one help?" she sobbed

"None can stop those on the true path, for those on the path will be purged of sin, then sent back into the world to spread the true word of our Goddess" you quoted, Sarah suddenly jumping back from you; surprise, shock and hatred on her face at your words

"No, Doug you don't have to spout that shit any more, you're home you're safe. You... you can forget about all the crap that cult filled your head with or... or we can help you, me mom and Crystal. You're just pretending right? So, you could come home and be with us again... right?" Sarah begged, hugging herself as she looked at you, looking like she was going to cry again

Keeping your stoic face. Turning back around and dropping to your knees, returning to your cleaning."No lie can be hidden, no truth lost. All those in her glory hold no secret from the one true Goddess. To try is folly and sinful, and the sinful must be cleansed and purified" you quoted

"Fucking bastards" Sarah whimpered to herself as she watched you work, rubbing the tears from her eyes, as she watched you, she noticed something leaking out of your ass and staining your cloth. "Doug, is that... did they fuck you before you left? Did... did mom do... that?" she asked, almost afraid to get an answer. You stopped scrubbing and looked over your shoulder, a happy look on you face as you answered

"She graced me with her love," putting the scrubbing pad back in the water you move the cloth covering your ass, showing it to Sarah and your mom's cum dripping out of it, raising to your hands and knees you swayed your ass at her slightly "As with their holes, one must have an open and willing heart, for it is their duty to receive both from their sisters, so they too can be closer to the Goddess, and know that she loves even they"

"You... you're not my Dougie," Sarah cried, quickly dropping her baggy pants showing off her growing cock, leaping on you she pinned you to the floor, grinding her cock against your ass until it was fully hard "My Dougie wasn't a slut, you're broken by them you're not my brother" slamming into you she gave a quick moan as she went balls deep in your used ass, you giving a slight moan of discomfort as was cum was left in you wasn't enough to fully lube her and let her slide in easily. "You're just a fucking... pathetic... cult slut... fucking... GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER!" Sarah cried as she fucked you fast and hard, flipping you onto your back and grabbing you by the throat, **** you slightly as she continued to ram your ass, not caring if you could breathe or not, though compared to the last year this was foreplay to you.

"Fucking cult slut whore" Sarah moaned as she fucked you fast and hard "Killed my brother... I wish you'd never come back" She cried out, slamming into one last time and shooting her load into you. Once she was done, she pulled out of you and left you on the floor, leaving the kitchen and running upstairs, crying to herself and slamming her bedroom door closed hard.

Taking a minute to catch your breath, you eventually role back onto your knees and continue cleaning as if nothing just happened. When you got to the bottle Sarah had been drinking from you gave it a quick sniff, while it had no real smell, you could tell it wasn't water. Most likely cheap vodka. You know it should bother you that your younger sister had changed so much in the last year, and seemed to be half drunk when she got home. But it was your duty to keep the house clean and to receive their love and anger.

Putting the lid back on the bottle you fasten it tight before putting it in the freezer for Sarah, you then mop up what had been spilled and continued on with your cleaning.

Once midnight struck, you ended your cleaning for the day, put away everything and headed for your room. Once you quietly closed your door, you moved to the middle of the room and dropped to your knees, taking a praying pose as you quietly said your 30-minute prayer to the Goddess.

Afterwards, you stripped and neatly folded your clothes and wimple, setting them aside so you could clean them later. Removing your shoes, you climb into your bed and pulled the soft, warm blanket over yourself, and quickly falling asleep in the soft, warm, safe bed.

As the clouds parted, the full moon light entered your room, unbeknownst to you, it's light shining off the paper on the small wrapped box you've yet to open.