Hey everyone.

I can't believe the response I got from the last chapter. Clearly no one expected Perry to be the killer. Thanks for each and everyone who mailed me.

Hope you enjoy this chapter.


Larenza Prince






Perry could not have killed Rachel.

He could not have.

And yet there he was, telling me that he did.

This had to some kind of a sick joke.

"Perry, please you don't need to do this. We both know that you didn't kill Rachel. Stop this now."

Perry kept looking down. His hands were laced into eachother and he was clenching it hard. I sat next to him and took his face in my hands. I kissed his lips and pulled him into a hug.

"I love you for caring about me that much, but I know that you didn't kill Rachel. Where is all this coming from?"

"Ricardo, I did kill her. I killed her. Believe me. I didn't want to, but I did. Im not kidding, you think I would sit here and fuck myself up about something I didn't do?"

I became shit scared. Perry was kidding, right? Yeah, he was kidding. HE FUCKING HAD TO BE...

"Remember that day she came over to us in the cafeteria and spoke to us? You said that she implied you would like to suck that Kyle's cock. You were so freaked out about that, I went over to Rachel's house. I just wanted to talk to her and try and find out if she did know something. She was very flirtatious with me that afternoon and I knew that she was sceaming something. When I didn't want to touch her or flirt back she said that I was a faggot, just like my brother. That was her words. She knew about us, Ricardo. She saw us from her bedroom window, she saw us kissing, making love, everything. And she also told me that she was going to make it public to everyone that we were brothers aswell as lovers, oh Ricardo, I couldn't let her do that! I love you too much; I don't want anyone to ever harm you. I know that sounds so cliché, but it's true. So I came home, took Dad's gun from his safe, went back to Rachel and I shot her. I had no choice. She would have distroyed you. Please, Ricardo! I had no choice!"

While he was talking, all of it started to make sence. Perry was never sad about hearing that Rachel was dead. He was cool about the news, took it in his stride, and rather than him being upset about a girl that we have known ever since kindergarden, he always tried to cheer me up. I remember him now not even being shocked in the least as our father told us that Rachel had been shot. He obviously had known it long before. And I didn't see it; I was beating myself up and blaming myself for her death. Then I remembered the letter.

"You wanna tell me not only did you kill Rachel, but you wrote that letter aswell?"

"Bro, what else could I do? After I...did what I did, I went to her computer and I typed a note so that it looked like Rachel had planned everything."

"Perry, it wasn't nessasary to kill her."

"Ricardo lets get something straight here and now. Not only are you my brother, but you're the guy that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I really don't know if brothers can get married, but if they can I would like nothing more or better than to be your husband one day. And im suppose to just allow this tramp to distroy everything that we had built between us? What do you think Dad would have done should he have found out about us through Rachel? Shit, man he would have sent us to a fucking rehab centre or something! You want that?"

"Perry, I love you more than life itself, but this will stay with you for the rest of your life. You killed another person. Even if Rachel was evil, I doubt that her parents were, I mean you saw them at the funaral. They were heartbroken. And you did that to their girl."

"Fine. I did for you, but if you are going to preach to me all the time, im leaving. I mean it, Ricardo. I will leave and you will never see me again."

"Perry, what has gotten into you? You never used to be like this!"

"Yeah, well I did what I had to to protect you, because I will do anything for you. I will even die in your place should I ever have to. When I say I love you, bro, I mean every single word of it."

"You think I don't? I love you just as much but you don't see me going around killing people to prove it!"

"Are you going to tell Dad?"

"Ofcourse not! But what if someone finds out that it was you? Perry, you could go to jail!"

"If that's the price I have to pay to see you happy, I'll gladly do it. I love you so much, it hurts. Come here."

I slowly stood up as Perry wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his fingers glide over my back and resting at my waist, before he kissed my neck. I moaned as he showed his love to me at full strength. And I realized, this guy really, really loves me. I knew I had to stop this at once because, I knew that although we were in love, until now, I didn't think one moment of actually committing to him as a hole and marrying him. I was devistated. I never knew that I would feel this way. As he made love to my neck, I thought about the future. I thought about having a kid of my own one day. If I marry my own brother, I will never have that with him. Is it even possible to marry a sibling? So many questions blasted through my mind as I thought this over and over. So what the hell were we doing this for? If it will someday means to an end, why am I in an incest relationship with my brother? I pulled away and that left him confused. I turned around and walked out of the house. I needed some space to think.

My God, Perry had killed Rachel.

He did it to stop her from telling everyone that we were gay.

He did it because he really fucking does love me.

I wandered around for what seemed like hours, trying to clear me head and make sence of it all. For the first time I knew that should Perry and I make our relationship public, that no one, but no one would ever give us a chance at anything. This was pure fucking incest, and it would always be. I returned home just before it got dark and went into our room, where I found Perry at his computer.

"Bro lets go for a walk, we need to chat."

He immediately stood up, switched off his PC and followed me. I directed the route and when I saw that we were at the park, I stopped as no one would ever bother us here. We had some to this park all our lives. When he were five, Dad used to bring us here and Perry and I would always make turns to swing eachother on the swings. As I went to sit on one of then, he quietly stood behind me and held me at my shoulders. I let him do this, as it was starting to get dark. He ever so slowly started to swing me and suddenly all these fucking good memories of our childhood came back to me once more. When I hurt my leg and Perry had kissed it better. When he fell out of the tree and landed right on top of me. I felt Perry put his hands around my neck and he softly kissed my head. He came around so that he was facing my front, and he sat in my lap. When he put his head on my shoulder, the tears just came flooding out from my inner being. I really loved my brother and I didn't want him to go through all this. I knew that it was only a matter of time before someone found out that Perry was the one who had killed Rachel. So we sat there, Perry in my lap with our arms around eachother, each of us knowing that our love would overcome anything on this Earth. But know I started to wonder if we didn't aim a little too high this time. Rachel was still hurting us, even from the grave. Perry gave me a kiss and our tougues found eachother once more. He ran his fingers through my hair and started to kiss my neck. I rubbed his strong stomach underneath his shirt and kissed his chest. After a while, he stood up.

"Let's go home, my love."

 It had never crossed my mind that we never got to the talking. What we juist did, meant a lot more than thousand words could ever be. And no matter what waited for us in the future, we would be together forever.

Just as we reached home, I had made my decision.

"Perry, I can't let you do this. Im going to tell the police that I killed Rachel and no one is going to stop me.

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