Alexander; Origin of the Cannibal Sororicide, an FMSK Story
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 2
That night, before family from out of town was due to arrive, we lay together in our special place under the stars. We were both working to catch our breath after making passionate love. Alexander turned and gazed at me, running his hand from my shoulder to my hip and up again, as if I were a pet, and he was stroking me.
“Gran-pappy’s been writing to me.” That was odd, but then I still didn’t understand much of the men folk in our family. “I know how to end it forever. I’ve figured it out. We can finally be free of this family curse, Leah. My sweet, sweet Leah.” The way he would speak my name in that sultry, hypnotic voice of his made me quake with such carnal desire for him.
“What do you mean?” I asked him. Had he really found a way for us to escape this place? I was hesitant to hope.
He grinned in a way I had never seen from him. I felt like there was ice in the pit of my stomach until he cupped my cheek with a hand, pulled me closer, and kissed me deeply. He whispered in my ear, “Don’t you worry, my sweet Leah, I’ll make my choice which twin will be the sacrifice; I promise it’ll bring an end to everything.”
Though he tenderly kissed my neck and spoke so softly, I couldn’t help but feel a fear the likes of which I would become intimately familiar with.
Family came that very next day. Dad’s twin brother and his wife with their two kids. One of each, both too young to eat solid food, and a third in our aunt’s belly. The men folk believe in keeping their wives perpetually pregnant.
Ma and Pa had issues after my sister and I were born; otherwise, we’d be a much bigger family, maybe more twins for the heir to choose from. As for more aunts and uncles, well, some died young, others ... well, Pa wasn’t always the first choice to be the heir.
Pa’s younger sister came too, along with Gran-pappy. She was his caretaker since he had a stroke and lost movement of his left side. She was lucky; she wasn’t a twin.
I was mostly in the kitchen with the women folk. Sarah and our aunts kept talking about the coming meal. They were excited about it. How the hell can you be excited about potentially dying?
What Alexander said had stuck with me. How did he plan on breaking the ‘family curse’? Did he plan to bring in outsiders to help end the cult? Was he planning on the two of us run’n away tonight? I wanted to talk with him, but our Gran-pappy was taking up most of his time; if not Gran-pappy, it was Pa or our uncle.
Minute by minute, I was getting more anxious. Sarah and I ended up sharing a room with the two little babes, and their ma. I was still able to sneak out, though. I just had to talk with Alexander.
The slaughter shed was lit. I didn’t think that there was anything that needed processing. I went close to see what was up, and saw that the men folk had Alexander in the center of a circle, talk’n about something. I never did find out what that was about. Some critter made me jump, causing a noise. I ran back to the house and prayed no one saw me.
The choosing was set to happen at sunrise. Everyone assembled in the backyard, now pre-set up for the grotesque celebration, a large table and an even larger spit awaiting either my sister or me. My heart wouldn’t slow down; I heard it thunder’n in my ears as I stood, holding my sister’s hand, in front of the whole family. There weren’t many surviving; gee, I wonder why...
Alexander was in the forefront before us, back to the rest of the family. Pa was right behind him, a proud glow on his face and a hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “Alright, son. It’s time to take your place as a man in the family. Which of the twins are you gonna choose?”
I saw that look on Alexander’s face again. A cunning smirk curled at a corner of his lips. I could see a depth of thinking in him that made me shiver, not in a good way.
“Ma.” He said it so simply and turned to look at our Ma. “I choose our dear matron, the lady of the house.”
Everyone was so quiet you could hear a feather falling from a bird. Then Grand-pappy began to laugh. It was such a frightening sound. In all my life, the few times he visited, he never made a sound. Now this, laughter. Not a joyous laughter either. More like he had expected it.
Pa stared at Alexander, that stare he tried to hold when he wanted to intimidate someone, and usually that someone would damn near piss themselves. Alexander kept that smirk on his face. “You can’t choose her, you have to--”
“Choose a female twin of the family blood. You spared her years ago, but her time has come. She’s a twin after all.” Alexander took a step closer to whisper something in Pa’s ear. I managed to catch it: “No matter how in love with her you are. Isn’t that right?”
Did that mean Pa knew ... about us? It dawned on me too: Ma was really Pa’s sister, the spared twin. I felt Sarah’s hand tighten around mine. She had gone pale, so pale with a look of devastation in her eyes.
Ma stepped forward, a look of resignation as she spoke up, “It’s okay, Matthew. This is my duty as a lady of the family after all.” She was being compliant, but anyone could hear it in her voice and see it written all over her; she wanted to die just as much as I did. I guess the cult mentality wasn’t completely clouding her judgment like it was for Sarah.
“No! You can’t!”
“Know your place, son!” Grand-pappy’s voice cut through so sharp it just about drew blood from Pa. No one expected him to have so much ... gumption left! I had a feeling if he could, he’d’ve stood then to make his point. “This is our way after all. Even you can’t manipulate it. He chose that woman, so that woman will be his first to slaughter.”
The whole time, Alexander had a look of such depraved satisfaction. Was this his plan the whole time? Was my sweet little brother, the same little brother who cried over a crushed butterfly, really going to kill the woman who raised us?
Surely he couldn’t? He must be trying to prove a point to Pa. Our parents were terrible in so many ways, but she still raised us. Fed us, cleaned us as babes, sheltered us, shooed away our fears as litt’uns. He couldn’t be planning to kill her.
I acted on impulse and gripped his arm, questioning him with my gaze and trying to get a read on him.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” he said quietly to me while everyone was in an uproar over this turn of events.
He looked back at our pa. “You’re gonna watch, she’s gonna be the one on our plates tomorrow night. I’m going to take my sweet time with her. I promise, I’ll make her scream in a way you never could.” His voice had taken on a darkness I never imagined could come from him.
Likewise, I saw a fury in Pa’s eyes I’d never seen before. I’ve seen Pa angry. I’ve experienced Pa angry. This was something far beyond anger. His face was a shade of purple I don’t think anyone else could ever duplicate.
“You won’t dare. You little--” For the second time that morning, everyone went dead silent. Before Pa could finish his sentence, Alexander landed a punch to his middle that knocked him flat on the ground.
For a moment, I thought he had killed Pa. I think everyone else was thinking the same thing. Sarah and Ma fell to their knees fussing over Pa’s fallen body. I stood there. Planted in place and eyes locked on Alexander. What the hell was going through his mind, I didn’t know.
“Better get yourself ready, Ma. And someone, tie him to a chair and put him in the slaughter shed. I want him to witness his son’s becoming a man after all. I’ll be waiting.” Alexander turned and left the rest of us there still coming to grips with what had just happened.
Well, Ma got herself ready. Everyone hung back by the feast area; I went to watch. I couldn’t believe my brother would do anything to hurt our Ma; I’d have to see it myself.
You know how people watch terrible things, even though they know it’s terrible, but they just can’t look away? I was caught in that trap, spy’n through a crack in the doors. I watched everything, heard everything clearly, almost felt it.
He had Pa tied down to a chair, helpless as a newborn, and gagged. Ma was stripped and strung up like livestock, a meathook through her wrists and shoulders. And Alexander, he was stark nude too, I guessed at first to keep blood off his clothes, but he could wear an apron for that. Right?
He held a knife, staring at it lovingly with that same gaze he would look at me with. It caused goose pimples to break out all over me. He walked around Ma, trailing the tip of the blade lightly on her skin as he inspected her like he would livestock.
“I know all about what really happened when you were a boy,” he said and looked over at Pa, a wicked smile on his face now. “How you killed your own brothers, fucked your own ma, fathered twin girls, one of which you fell madly in love with and chose to eat the other. No wonder you two couldn’t have a boy. It’s a fucking miracle you had surviving twins.”
My ma ... really was my older sister? As well as my aunt? I shudder to think what else is wrong with my family. Inbreeding, cannibalism, this cult of a family is so fucked up. Though it was beginning to make more sense to me why my family was so susceptible to the mindset of a cult.
Pa looked like he was still hurting from that gut punch. His eyes, though, still held that pure hatred and anger he had earlier. Those eyes never once left Alexander. If I didn’t know any better, I figured he was going to kill his only son if he was let loose from that chair.
“I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, though, even though I ain’t even blood; I was raised under your fucked up household. And damn, Leah is amazing. There’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe. Sarah, she’s a pale reflection, but still a reflection. I don’t much feel right kill’n her. Not unless she causes trouble, but she’s a lot like Ma here. Completely under the power of family tradition. Huh, Ma?” He looked back at her, strung up like a sow, tears falling from her face but completely resigned to a fate of death.
He stood in front of her, staring at her in the same way he stared at my naked body. “I can see why you’re so taken by her. Even though she’s older now, a bit chubby, but that only adds to the allure, I guess.” As he spoke, his tone got lower, and he ran his free hand from her cheek down to rest on her hip.
With the hand that held the knife, he gripped the back of her neck and kissed her in that way he would kiss me. What had gotten into him? That was the woman who raised him from a babe.
“I did promise I’d make you scream in a way he never could, didn’t I?” He kissed down her neck, teasing her breasts with his tongue in that way he would with me, and moving down still, down to her hair-covered nethers.
“Mmm, you smell every bit as delectable as Leah.” He lifted Ma’s legs onto his shoulders, and even though I couldn’t see what he was doing so well because her legs were obscuring the view, I had a feeling I knew what exactly he was doing. She started to moan and squeal as I’m sure his tongue was playing with her lower lips and clit. Alexander does have a long tongue.
With her legs up on his shoulders, Ma was lifted enough to get a little relief from the meathooks in her shoulders and wrists. At the sight, Pa was struggling against his binds and murmuring under the gag. I’m sure his blood was boiling something fierce.
Alexander slowly brought Ma down again, but held her legs around his waist; she was just above his now very swollen manhood. His face was a mess with her fluids; he held his head back and laughed, “Ah, yes. I see just why you can’t get enough of your own daughters. So tight and tasty. And those lovely sounds.” He stared at Ma; the tenderness from earlier had taken on an edge of cruelty I still couldn’t believe was coming from him. “Oh dear Ma, I want more, I want you to scream my name while I fill you with everything I have. Does it excite you? To finally be touched by a man you’re not related to by blood?”
Ma was still crying; she looked like a mess of emotion too. I could only imagine how she felt: exposed, embarrassed, humiliated, upset. But how else? Alexander had a strange way of making me feel amazing, something in his voice and the way he touched me. He maintained that gentle approach with Ma too; I could see it. Despite the growing cruelty, he was still being gentle.
“I’m going to make you feel like a goddess up on those hooks, Ma,” he said to her as he slowly slid himself into her, “You’ve never felt anything like what you’ll feel with me.” He began to thrust a bit quicker, deeper, harder, in and out. I felt myself warming up, and hated myself for it.
“Once your beautiful body is full of that amazing feeling, I’m going to take the knife and start at your neck, down to your belly, then around your hips.” As he was telling her what he was going to do when butchering her, she was moaning again, louder. She was enjoying his touch so much; part of me was incredibly jealous. Part of me wished it was me who was strung up, being ravaged so by my brother.
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