The Evil And The Pure by Darren Dash Page A

good, but worth a try. Dan sniffed and said it was just part of the job, he didn’t care. Kevin knew that was bullshit, but maybe his grovelling would satisfy Dan and he’d get off lightly this time, just have to work at the weekend or do some unpaid overtime.
    Home to Tulip, stopping for fish and chips in Long Lane, fresh, piping hot, excellent. Marco chatted with him while he was wrapping the food. He wanted to know how Kevin was and what his beautiful sister was doing. Kevin stiffened automatically, then relaxed. “Looking for a job,” he lied.
    “She no t going back to school?”
    “ No.”
    “Not good,” Marco tutted. “Education so important today, young people should go as far as they can. You want her to end up working for me?”
    “At least I’d get free meals,” Kevin grinned.
    “Don’t even believe it,” Marco snorted. “Tell her to go back. She listen to you, eh?”
    “I’ll try .” Kevin smiled guiltily. Tulip had wanted to go to college. She wasn’t a great student but she was bright and able. A-levels appealed to her, maybe uni too. Kevin had quashed her hopes over the space of a year, arguing with her softly, at great length, offering all sorts of reasons why she should quit — college was a waste of time, there was lots of quick money to be made, she could take her A’s as a mature student and enjoy them more. But never the real reason — his fear that he’d lose her if she stayed in school. His only hope of possessing her indefinitely was to keep her home, make her dependant on him, make himself the centre of her world and push everybody else out to the edges.
    Tulip was alert and hungry when he came home. They t ucked into the fish and chips, Tulip smothering hers in vinegar and ketchup even though they were bad for her skin, wolfing the fish as steam rose from its delicate white heart. Kevin ate slowly, with his fingers, breaking bits of batter off the fish and nibbling at them like sweets. Tulip licked her fingers clean when she was finished. Burped, then laughed. “So can we go see the Eye?”
    Kevin sighed. “You’re sure you wouldn’t rather a park?”
    “Eye,” Tulip giggled, rubbing the end of his nose with a greasy finger.
    “OK,” Kevin collapsed. “But a rest first – I’m exhausted – and a shower.”
    “Me first,” Tulip squealed, pushing herself away from the table.
    “ Be quick,” Kevin said.
    She pulled a face. “ Amn’t I always?”
    Tulip ducked into her bedroom to disrobe. Came out a minute later totally naked , heavy breasts dangling over her protuberant stomach. A thick pubic mound where two years earlier there’d only been a light furze. Kevin watched her bouncing buttocks as she made her way to the bathroom to run the shower, no lust in his eyes, seeing pure beauty in every line, every curve, every mole.
    Tulip looked back at him before she entered the bathroom. She squeezed her breasts together and winked lewdly. “Fancy a shag?” she said, fake husky.
    “Do you have to be so crude?” Kevin scowled.
    “I am what you made me, brother.”
    He glanced at her sharply but she wasn’t trying to hurt him. Just the truth. Two years ago she’d been innocent, a virgin, untouched by the world. He’d taken that away from her — not her virginity, which she’d lost herself, but her innocence, her joy. Now she was a junkie and something worse than a whore. And it was all his work.
    Kevin disrobed while she was showering. He waited close to the bathroom door, as naked as she had been. This was an established routine of theirs, a test devised by Tulip , her single hope of one day being offered an escape from the nightmare of his creation. As she came out, hair wrapped in a towel, she glanced down at his penis — soft, lifeless, harmless.
    Tulip sighed. She accepted Kevin’s excitement during their appointments, but if he’d shown any here, in what she termed normal time, he was sure she would have walked away. But limp as he was, she had nothing