Secrets and Lies | Closed.

Zacky shrugged his shoulders. "Probably," he mumbled. "I don't know. I wasn't around that much when you were younger."

Maybe that's why you think its okay to do what you do," Marilyn mumbled. She turned the radio on to the local radio station and turned down the road that lead to the house she shared with her brother.

Zacky looked over at her. "What does that mean?" he asked.

"You were hardly there to see me grow up so you don't really see me as your sibling the way you see Matt and Zina," Marilyn stated. "You see me as someone you want to fuck."

"That's not true," Zacky said, looking out of the window again. "You really know nothing about me."

"You were different when I was younger," Marilyn stated. "You bought me my first guitar and taught me how to play it." She glanced over at her brother after she parked his car in his garage. "Before the sex I looked up to. Now I don't how to feel."

Zacky sighed heavily as he looked over at her. "Fine," he mumbled. "If you hate me, then leave. I'm not stopping you." He climbed out of the car and walked into the house, going up to his room and changing his clothes before he plopped down on his bed and sighed.

Marilyn went to her room, changing into her pajamas of booty shorts and a camisole before she climbed into bed with Zack. The brunette cuddled into her brother's side and sighed. "I shouldn't love you the way I do Zack," she mumbled. "You're my brother but the older I get the more I imagine growing old with you."

Zacky turned to look at her. "I thought you didn't feel that way," he said, reaching over and wrapping his arm around her side.

"I hate myself for it," Marilyn admitted. "Us being together like this is morally wrong." She pressed a kiss to his clothed chest before she rested her head down, listening to Zacky's heartbeat and shut her eyes. "I love you so much Zack. More than any sister should love her big brother."

Zacky kissed the top of her head. "I love you too, Marilyn," he murmured.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we weren't related," Marilyn asked.

Zacky nodded his head. "All the time," he said.

"What do you think about when you wonder," Marilyn asked.

"I wonder if we weren't related, would I even know you at all," Zacky said. "How would we have met? And if we had, would you even like me?"

Marilyn began tracing patterns against Zacky's chest as she thought about what he said. "I think I would like you," she mumbled. "You're pretty cool for an old guy," she joked.

Zacky arched an eyebrow. "Old?" he questioned. "Mom and Dad are old. I am not old."

Marilyn giggled, propping herself up on one of her elbows and pecked his lips.

Zacky smiled slightly at her and sighed softly. "Marilyn, I'm sorry that I fight with you all the time," he said.

"It doesn't help I'm a brat sometimes," Marilyn replied.