Here's the double upload I forgot to give y'all yesterday 

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Silver

She kept moaning and bouncing herself on top of me as I felt tears trickle down my face. "Mamma," I rasped weakly in horror. "What are you doing?" The man was looking; he was watching, stroking himself. It was humiliating and disgusting.

She looked at me with hooded eyes of lust. Disgusting lust. "I'm sorry," she whispered. But she wasn't. She wasn't sorry. If she was, she would have never started this, to begin with. "Don't worry," she continued. "Father has a plan for all of us, let me cleanse you, and we can all live in the hands of the Lord together."

Bullshit words. Dumb ass words. How brainwashed do you need to be to believe that shit. "It's bullshit!" I screamed.

Mamma gasped, looking back at him, the one she called Father as if he were some priest.

He frowned. "Go faster, once you have finished, why don't you suck him off."

My eyes widened as Mamma nodded and did exactly as he told him. "Get off me!" I screamed. I lifted my arms, but they hurt so much. I was paralyzed. The only thing I could move was my mouth. "Mamma, stop! Don't do this to me! Get off! Please, this isn't right!" I begged.

My screams echoed, but no one came to help. No one could help.

"GET OFF ME."

"Silver?"

"Hm?" I replied, looking up. I hadn't seen my older brother Rune in a year, and he was already graying.

"Othello's here."

"Hello," Othello's bitch ass waved at me, but I ignored him.

Rune looked at me with a bit of concern, but as Rune is, he never voiced it. He gestured to the girl sitting in the corner of the room. "Who is she? Another kid of yours?"

I glared. "No." I looked at her. "Introduce yourself."

The quivering girl smiled nervously. "My name is Xolani Moretto, my mother is Giana Moretto and I was born in a cult. She told me my father's name was Vitorre Moretto and that he was an evil man and since I had his blood I needed to be cleansed. Father Bertrand beat and raped me while I there because my blood was not cleanse of my father. I found out that my mother had lied to me while prying in Father Bertrand's things and threatened her to tell me the truth. She told me about my five older brothers, Rune, um A–Silver, Aeros, Dashiel, and Othello, and that Father Bertrand and her were coming to save you guys and bring your guys into the cult to be together."

Dashiel pulled a gun out and held it at her head as she screamed, holding her hands up for her dear life. "You dare come here with this bullshit and expect us to join your fucking cult?" He spat. "Tell that bitch we want nothing to do with her–"

Aeros pushed his gun away. "Listen to the full story before jumping to conclusions," he advised, and Dashiel nodded, glancing her way.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. "I have no intention to bring you guys back. I have suffered enough at the hands of Father Bertrand while my mother knew and sent me off to him. The only thing I am protecting is myself, my son, and you guys. I escaped to tell you. She will trick you guys into thinking she wants help and snag all of you, using the same method she used twenty years ago."

"Do you know the method?" Aeros asked, completely stoic. "Do you know what she did to us?"

She shook her head. "No. I do not, but if it is anything like what Father Bertrand has done to me, I had to warn you guys."

"You mentioned a son." Rune said. "How old are you?"

Xolani frowned. "I'm nineteen."

"How old's your kid?" Rune inquired.

Xolani looked away before answering. "Six."

I didn't know about this...If her son is six and she is nineteen. That means that bastard fucking impregnated her at thirteen. "What the fuck?" I spoke up. "Thirteen?"

"Oh my god," Othello frowned. "So, mother hasn't been protecting you at all,"

Aeros' glare darkened. "Where is he? Why didn't you bring him with you?"

Xolani's eyes started to glass up with tears. "If I had failed in escaping and I had him with me, they would kill him. I can not risk having him, the leader's son, 'tarnished' but if I went by myself and got caught, I would be wiped, tortured and raped by mutiple men." Xolani slowly removed her shirt and turned around.

The scars and gashes on this young girl's back. It was worse than mine; it was worse than any of ours.

"If this isn't proof that I want out of my mother's grasp, then I don't know what is." Xolani slowly turned back.

Dashiel was rendered speechless. Rune had on a stoic expression, and Aeros' was just as unreadable. Othello couldn't even look at the girl anymore. I had thought she was safe, I thought she had lied, but the scars on her back prove otherwise.

"I'm sorry," Rune finally spoke up. "For years, we didn't even know you but we thought you were the only one mother thought to protect."

Dashiel clenched his jaw. "I guess, I'm sorry too." He looked away.

"What do we do now?" Aeros gritted out. "She's going to come for us."

"We'll kill every last one of them. Including that fucking man. The one manipulating all of this." I said. Vengeance was the only thing on my mind. I was going to kill that woman.

Othello frowned. "When she comes I'll pretend like I believe her. I was only three when everything happened. I remember less and I'll put on a better show."

"Don't kill her," I sneered, grabbing everyone's attention. "She's fucking mine."

"Well, I don't have a problem," Aeros said, stretching his neck; he stood up and put a hand around Xolani. "We have a sister." Aeros smiled.

Xolani smiled shyly, shrinking in Aeros's arms.

Dashiel hummed mindlessly. "I'm going home." He walked away, slamming the door.

Xolani frowned visibly, but Othello smiled. "He's always moody. We're glad you're here bitch,"

Xolani tilts her head. "B–bitch? What's bitch?"

Rune and Aeros chuckled as Othello gasped. "That dumb fucking cult taught you nothing. Ugh!"

Xolani smiled nervously. "Please, teach me all you can."

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Kasia

I made sure that Analia went to bed early since school was tomorrow. Then I spent two hours trying to get Zaire to sleep before he finally closed his eyes and started softly snoring. I knew that Silver and his brothers finished talking a couple of hours ago, and he was in the room by himself.

He told me that they made arrangements for Xolani, and she was going to be living with Aeros until they put her back in school and got her registered for everything. Since she was born in this cult, she didn't have a birth certificate, social security, or insurance. She didn't exist.

I quietly walked into the dark room, thinking he was asleep. I shut the door quietly and turned around to get ready. "What are you doing?"

I jumped, hitting my head on the door as he chuckled. "Oh my fucking god, Silver!" I exclaimed as I saw him sit up on the bed. "I thought you were asleep."

"How sweet." He mocked. "But no, I was waiting for you."

"Why?" I asked, furrowing my brows.

"Come here," he said softly. I slowly walked over to him and straddled him, looking at his face with concern. "Don't look at me like that?"

I raised a brow, cupping his face. "Like what? Like you need sleep?"

He shook his head. "I'm fine, Kasia," he kissed me slowly, his hands pulling up my night dress.

I pulled away softly and looked at the visible dark circles on his pale skin. "Silver, you don't–"

"I'm fine," he whispered again. "Ride my dick." He grabbed my ass before I could reply and pushed me back onto his lips. "I promise you, I'm fine," he whispered against my lips. "Just let me fuck you."

I sighed, giving in and letting him pull my dress off of me before lying me down and taking extra time with my boobs, sucking and biting as I immediately whimpered softly despite my unwillingness to have sex in the first place. "Silver," I groaned as he left bites and kisses all over my chest and stomach.

I held my breath in anticipation as I felt his warm breath against my pussy. He planted smaller kisses on my inner thighs before I felt his tongue swipe against my clit, causing me to gasp unexpectedly. "F–fuck," I moaned. I grabbed onto his hair, pushing my hips against his face as his tongue fucked my pussy.

I arched my back and bit my hand as his tongue entered me and began to pump in and out of me. "Oh, god," I gasped, gripping his hair as he grabbed my ass and pushed his face further into my pussy as he devoured it. His finger entered me while his tongue was still inside of me.

My stomach twisted, welcoming the feeling. "Oh my god," I mumbled into my hand. His tongue slid up to suck on my clit as he fucked me with his fingers, pounding them inside and jerking me back. I was trying so hard to keep quiet so as to not wake up Zaire or Analia, but he was making it so hard.

He got up and looked down at me, having said not a word, and continued to jack his fingers inside me, pushing in knuckles deep and having my quiver. I felt my stomach cave in, and I threw my head back against the mattress and came. "S–Silver, oh jesus, fuck," I mumbled incoherently as I came down from my high.

He pulled me up and back onto his lap, and his pants seemingly disappeared. "Sit on it," he said, and I rose up, took his dick, and began to slowly sit down on it. I moaned softly as he entered me. I was scared this was going to hurt, but I said fuck it and sat down, squeezing my eyes closed as I gasped. "Fuck," he moaned in my ear.

My legs were already shaking at the feeling of his dick at this angle. I picked myself down and fucked him the best I could, eventually just humping him because my legs gave up on me. I threw my head back and rode him. "Shit," I moaned.

Silver grabbed my ass and slammed his hips up against mine, my back arches, and he sucked on my tits, thrusting up into me, fucking me rigorously. His hands gripping my ass held me still, and his dick hammered into my pussy. His thrusts were shallow, deep, and rough. "Oh fuck, oh god, Silver, harder!" I cried, holding onto his shoulders.

He pulled on my hair, pounding me into submission, harder, faster, deeper. My eyes rolled back into my head as I couldn't contain my screams. He pulled me onto his lips, kissing me with so much force; his tongue entered my mouth and sucked on mine before he pulled away and flipped me on my stomach, and reentered me again.

I screamed into the bedsheets as he grabbed my hips and continuously slammed inside of me, slow but hard. "I'm going to cum." I moaned. He covered my mouth to muffle my screams and hammered inside me mercilessly, grinding and fucking, thrusting so deep and rough as my body trembled in his arms. "Oh my god," I sobbed.

Tears of pleasure made their way down my face as he continued to fuck me through my high. I tried to push at his hips, but he only pulled my hands back and continued to rut in my pussy. My stomach's muscles were wearing out, and my pussy clenched again as I came again, this time prompting Silver cum with a groan.

He let go of my arms and slowly pulled out, laying on top of me. "I'm not ok." He finally confessed. 

Guys, I feel like when I was writing the brothers that it was kinda cringy, like how do these moody, dangerous men feel when they were traumatized and taught to not have feelings. Like when they apologized to the sister, I was like...it don't sound right.

So the the rereaders, if you come back one day and its change, don't be alarmed.

Lemme know what you think?