Alexander; Origin of the Cannibal Sororicide, an FMSK Story
Copyright© 2026 by A duck named TEF
Chapter 3: Afterword
“We’re going to my home town tomorrow, little miss Cherry,” Alexander spoke in a low tone, almost like he didn’t want to go but was obligated to do so.
I looked up at him, fork in hand with a bite half way to my mouth. I slowly lowered it, about to say something when he continued.
“I have to settle something with my sister. Something I started long before we met, and it’s come time to settle it.” His eyes met mine, that piercing gaze of his held something, like melancholy.
I had a feeling there was more to it than just a visit. Actually my first thought was Didn’t I accidentally kill his sister? I believe he knew what I was thinking. He chuckled, I love his chuckle. I love just about any noise he makes, especially if I cause it.
He sighed, I knew he had something heavy on his mind, “Let me tell you about my adoptive family...
“I was adopted as an infant. The family I was raised in was essentially a cult with a head patriarch. My father was an abusive piece of shit. Well, there was a tradition in that family that the first set of twin girls born to a family was subject to have one girl killed to feed the whole family, otherwise famine or disasters would plague the plantation.”
He paused to take a bite of the man who caused my sister’s death. I gave him my full attention as he spoke, it was rare he talked about his past after all so I was a bit excited to listen. After a swallow he continued his recollection.
“It was the duty of the heir to choose which twin. Well, I had twin sisters in my family. I learned of the cannibalistic nature of my family at a young age. Father wanted to beat his own cruelty into me, and for a long time I resisted.”
He paused again, this time to wet his mouth with a drink of wine. Frank Sinatra was playing in the background, but the only thing I heard was Alexander’s hypnotic voice.
“I was close with one of my sisters. Real close. She was my first love, first kiss, first fuck. I was absolutely smitten with her, and she with me. The two of us were against the family traditions, so we would be the ones who got the worst of our father’s abuse. In those days I’d have done anything to keep her from him. He’d rape her any night he wasn’t raping my other sister, or with our mother.”
His voice changed some. Not gonna lie, I was a little hurt at hearing how in love with another woman he was, but this was his past and I was the one receiving his love now. I got to hear him tell me each morning how much he loved me.
“Sometime before I’d have to choose, I got a letter from our Gran-pappy.”
Now he was slipping into a slightly back-woodsy accent, I guess that’s the one he grew up with. It was interesting hearing him talk like that, especially since he had one of the most southern accents I had ever heard.
“Well, he told me about Pa’s little secret. How he got drunk one night after beating and kill’n the named heir, his older brother, and then how he fucked poor Granny and fathered twin girls while Gran-pappy had been away on an extended business trip.”
He was starting to get a little angry, but he was also fantastic at keeping a cool head about him, even when drunk or buzzed.
“Well, out of the twins he fathered, he fell madly in love with one. She later became my dear ma.”
Well, that was pretty fucked up if you asked me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, my brother was raising me like cattle to be sold to the highest bidder, and he ended up being my first, anally. But ... Alexander’s mom was also his aunt, and his sister. That was ... interesting.
“I felt even more confused and angry after that. It only served to show me a new depth of depravity my Pa was capable of. So I made a plan, she was a twin so I could scare Pa and get him to agree to end the tradition by saying that I’d pick her.”