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 Brothers
   by Nysidra
   Occult Fantasy (MF, exhib, magic)
Summary:
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   Janine appraised the large U-haul parked in the yard next to her house.
Moving day.  Which of the several hopefuls had closed on the property?
   She had been so busy at work that she never asked the realtor.  After
six months of open houses and offers, she lost interest.
   Three men went in and out the house.  She parked her car and went
inside, changed into house clothes, then settled on her front porch window
sill with a mug of tea.
   Easy to assume they were movers.  They were all young, one looked fresh
out of high school.  She briefly toyed with the fantasy of living next to
three healthy, single, horny young men.  She grinned at the fantasy of
taking them all on, spending whole weekends covered in sweat and ejaculate.
   Janine snorted.  Silly girl.  That kind of abandon had a price: disease,
babies, jealousy, drama, gossip.  One man was trouble enough.
   Thinking of her ex-boyfriend Ned reminded her of the check he was
supposed to send.  She slipped into her sandals and went to the mailbox. 
One last payment and their ties would be broken.  A shit lover and pig, Ned
may have been, but he repaid his debts in full.  There it was, the last
five hundred dollar payment of his two thousand dollar loan.
   Janine did not have to look up to know she was being watched.  No
squealing axels, sliding cardboard, or heavy footfalls.  From her
peripheral, she saw enough to know they were on the porch together.  No cat
calling.  There was that.
   One of them broke away and headed in her direction.
   She tensed, but didn't show her nervousness.  She put on the same smile
she used with her clients.
   The tall man returned her smile with a broad, confident grin.  "Hey
there," he said.
   "Hello."
   He extended his hand.  "I bought the place next door.  Wanted to
introduce myself while I have the chance."
   "Welcome to the neighborhood." She said in a professional, high-pitched,
solicitous tone.  Maybe a little too much.  She took his hand and shook.
   He was at least a foot taller, light brown skin, turning red in the sun.
So, just him.  The others must be recruits to help with the move.  She
didn't see a ring.  That was a lot of house for one man.
   "I'm Blake." He turned and motioned to the two men leaning on the porch
railing.  "Those are my brothers.  The beefy one is Mark and the little one
is Nathan.  We're all moving in together.
   "Oh." She waved to them.  "My name is Janine."
   "How long have you lived here?"
   "Four years."
   "Any horror stories?"
   She smiled.  "No, pretty quiet here.  Most people keep to themselves."
   "Cool.  My brothers and I do a bunch of house work - roofing, painting,
drywall, and remodeling.  If you ever need something done, I'll give you a
good quote."
   "Ah.  You're flipping the place?"
   "Might.  We're open to finding a place worth keeping."
   Janine stared off in the direction of Blake's house.  The other two
hadn't moved.  Now that he'd mentioned it, she could see the genetic
similarities in the eyes and nose.
   "You live alone?  I haven't seen any other cars all day."
   "Yes, I moved in with my boyfriend, but he doesn't live here anymore."
She stared down at her feet.  She'd need to repaint her toes.  The rose
pink nail polished was chipping on her big toe.  Did she just tell this man
she lived alone?  Did that seem like an invitation?  Was it?
   "I guess you're living it up now, right?  Beautiful, single, living
alone in a sweet house.  Probably throwing parties every weekend, huh?"
   Janine stared into his gray eyes.  Her face morphed into a confused
question.
   Blake nodded.  "Knew it.  I knew I'd move next to a wild party spot."
   Her face muscles went slack.
   "I know your type.  All polite and quiet.  Then at night time it'll be a
like a college block party.  I won't get any sleep."
   Laughter exploded from deep inside her belly.  The thought of her
throwing a party?
   "I won't mind the noise as long as there aren't cars blocking the drive.
The least you could do is invite us."
   Janine wiped the tears from her eyes and got herself together.  "The
craziest it gets at my house is when my mom visits."
   "Nice.  I like that kind of party.  Nagging, criticizing, and fretting."
   Her laughter was softer this time, but no less genuine.  In the space of
a few minutes he had charmed her.  If it weren't for his brothers or the
half-empty trailer, she might have invited him inside.  Thank goodness for
that.
   "Such a pleasure meeting you, Janine.  I need to get back to it, but
I'll have my eye on you."
   Okay, they didn't seem bad at all.  Friendly was always nice.  Blake had
even called her beautiful.
   ***
   Janine prepared a light dinner of rice, chicken, and broccoli.  She ate
while catching up on the latest episode of trashy reality television.  She
did her toe nails, choosing a deeper magenta this time, and then did her
nails.  She watched a movie while waiting for everything to dry.
   With nothing left to do, she took a shower and readied for bed.  She
slipped into bed with a thin pair of lavender cotton boy shorts.  There was
a full moon out and she admired the shaft of blue light coming in through
her window.
   Speaking of windows, she could see her new neighbors.  No lights on. 
They were probably all out - what any trio of good looking young men would
do.  She might actually have to draw her curtains.
   Did Blake mean it when he called her beautiful or was he just being
polite?  He sure hurried over to meet her.  No reason for him to stick
around and chat her up.
   Janine smirked.  Typical meanderings of a sex-starved mind.  She needed
to start dating, to look for a new boyfriend, but Ned soured her hopes. 
Not yet.  She might need someone physically, but she wasn't ready to have
her life overturned again.
   Blake was a good looking man though, with such a warm personality.  She
widened her legs.  The thought of him with her sent a thrill through her.
Those jeans had fit him well.  She imagined the rough feel of denim on the
palm of her hand while she caressed his crotch.  Those pale gray eyes
looking down on her with hunger and lust.
   She shut her eyes and imagined him there with her, not in the bedroom,
but on the porch, that afternoon, broad daylight, stepping out of his blue
jeans.  She fondled her breasts as the illicit fantasy took hold.  His cock
stood erect and proud, bobbing, waiting for her to touch him.
   He took hold of the base of his cock and with a firm stroke, a clear
bead of arousal formed at the head.  He grabbed the back of her head and
spread the slippery liquid in a circle around her lips.
   In bed, Janine sighed and licked her lips.  In her imagination, cars
passed by on the street, but no one saw them, not yet.  She licked the
crown of his cock, getting her first taste of him.
   Would he be cut or uncut?  She wondered, though neither answer mattered.
   She took a deep breath and conjured his scent.  Musky, sweat, rich.  Her
fingers dove under the band of her boy shorts into the moist folds of her
pussy.  She spread wider and arched her back.
   Blake pulled out her mouth and tapped each side of her cheek with his
cock.  "Spread open for me."
   Janine spread her pussy open with the fingers of one hand.  She moaned
as two of the fingers of her other hand dipped inside.  She worked her
pussy over those two fingers the way she wanted to treat his cock.
   Snap.
   Janine froze.  Her lungs ached for a breath, but she held it.
   Silence.
   It wasn't one of the myriad of noises her house typically made.
   Nothing.
   Thinking it had only been her imagination, Janine went back to caressing
her pussy.  She was still wet, but her arousal had dipped.  Just as she was
about to get back to her fantasy, she spied a dark silhouette out the
window.
   She snatched her hands out her shorts.  Her heart thundered.  For
several long seconds, she did not move or take her eyes from the window. 
She blinked, squinted, stared - the figure remained outlined against the
moonlight on the lawn.  It did not move.
   To her credit, Janine never panicked.  Alarm and concern flooded her
mind, but she kept her cool.  Moving with purpose, she closed the bathroom
door, turned off the lamp on her night-stand.  Now she was in full
darkness, save for the moonlight.  How much did he see?  Was she sure it
was even a person?
   She crawled to the window, but did not see any shadows at the
neighboring window, no outline of a person.  Her new neighbors?  Janine
suspected one of them must have been outside.  She crawled back to bed with
a heavy sigh.
   Which one of them was it?  Blake seemed too confident and sociable, but
he did say he'd have his eye on her.
   People said that all the time.  It wasn't a forewarning of peeping.  The
larger one didn't fit what she saw, but the youngest.  What was his name?
He seemed shy.  He'd fit as a suspect.  What was he doing trying to look at
her?
   Janine was flattered that her body might have warranted the young man's
attention.
   Mood spoiled, she covered up and went to sleep.
   ***
   Her dreams that night were vivid.
   A long, dark finger tapped at her window.  Not a finger, a nail, curved
like a claw.  Dark as the night.  Janine slid her hand into her shorts and
circled her clitoris.  She fixated on the shadowy stranger.  If he wanted
to watch then she would put on a show.  Two fingers dipped into the
entrance of her pussy, pulling ample lubrication back to her clitoris,
circling the sensitive flesh.
   She performed for her onlooker with growing excitement.  She wished he
were in the room with her.  As if answering the mental plea, the window
slid open and the creature crawled into her bedroom.
   In the back of her mind, she faintly considering being afraid of the
monster crawling into her room.  It didn't get much attention over the
growing need in her loins.  She bucked and rubbed more frantically.  Her
mouth opened, but she didn't make a sound.  Everything seemed muffled, too
quiet.  She couldn't hear the slosh of her pussy, her moans, or the creak
of her bed.
   The creature stood near her feet.  Sharp claws, tall, broad, parts of
its body seemed to reflect the moonlight.
   It crouched down and Janine eased down the bed.  She pinched her nipples
as she speared her sopping wet pussy.  Something touched the inside of her
thighs, sharp, but not painful.  The claw hooked into her shorts and Janine
lifted her hips and closed her legs to assist him.
   She put both hands on her breast, tweaking her nipples as its thick,
textured hands rubbed her thighs.
   Something about this wasn't right, but Janine was dreaming.  It didn't
have to be right.  She needed it to touch her.  She made a soundless moan
when a slick, fat tongue worked her into a new level of arousal.
   The 'tongue' penetrated her then pulled back out.  It fucked her like a
tiny, wriggling cock.  A pair of hands replaced hers.  Black fingers, black
nails.  This close, there was no question that this was not a human being.
   A pair of steel-blue eyes stared at her from between her thighs.  Sharp
claws played over her nipples.
   She gave in to her climax and filled his mouth with her ejaculate.
   ***
   Janine lay in bed remembering the weird and disturbing dream.  Why would
her mind do something like that to her?  It had the spiritual disquiet of a
nightmare, but not exactly.  It wasn't that bad.  Fucked up, twisted, yes,
but not horrifying.
   The details and weirdness of it all faded the longer she lay in bed. 
The window was closed.  Her bedroom and bathroom doors were closed.  She
chalked it up to a holdover from the night before.  She slid out the bed
and the cold, damp gusset of her boy shorts gave her pause.  How hard up
was she that she'd get off on the dream of a monster eating her out?
   During lunch later in the day, Janine told her coworker Fiona about the
new neighbors, and a possible peeper, but not about the dream that
followed.
   "You should invite him over."
   Janine washed down the last bit of her meal.  "I'm not trying to sleep
with a stalker."
   Fiona chuckled.  "I didn't tell you to screw the man.  I said invite him
over, have a chat, get to know him.  Feel him out and see if he or his
brother are the type to spy on you."
   If anything, a visit might aggravate the situation.  She shook her head
as she counted out the money to pay for her meal.
   "You've got a great opportunity to feel out three different men.  Take
it.  You need to get out there."
   "Inviting a possible stalker is not 'getting out there'."
   "For you, any place is a good place to start."
   The server picked up their bill and finished plates.
   "What do they look like?  Any hotties?"
   Janine shook her head.  "Normal looking young men.  Why?"
   Fiona waggled her brows.
   "No.  Stay away from my house."
   "Serious though.  Talk to Jake."
   "Blake."
   "Right.  Ask.  Nothing wrong with that."
   "I'll think about it," said Janine.
   "If it is one of them," Fiona giggled, then shook her head.
   "I'm going to regret this, but what?  Tell me."
   "If it really is one of them, you could put on a show."
   "I knew it.  That's what I get for asking.  Bye!"
   ***
   Blake and his two brothers consumed all of Janine's mental down time. 
Along the drive home they were the only thing she thought about.  She
parked and crossed the neighbor's yard to their door.
   The doorbell's chime echoed from within the house.
   Seconds later the door opened.  Tall, muscled, dark brown skin, storm
gray blue eyes.  Nervousness had her heart racing and her clothes feeling
tight and stuffy.  Something about his eyes unsettled her, but she couldn't
remember what.
   "Is-is Blake here?"
   He looked her up and down, nodded, then turned away from the open door.
   Janine waited on the porch and calmed her nerves.  Perhaps he was just
quiet.  Through the open door she saw empty shelves, boxes, a broom propped
along a wall.
   "Hello, neighbor." Blake leaned in the open door, and like his brother,
gave her a long once-over.
   "Hi, Blake."
   "What's up?  You here to tell us to keep it down?"
   "No.  I just have a question to ask you."
   Blake sighed.  "The answer is yes."
   Janine stopped breathing, her eyes went wide with shock.
   "Yes, of course I'll have a drink with you, but only one.  My tolerance
isn't as high as yours."
   Janine laughed.  "That's not my question."
   "Dinner?"
   She chuckled.  "No."
   He hummed and pouted a little.  "Are you sure?"
   She wrung her hands for a moment.  Was he joking or actually angling for
a date?  "Maybe another time," she said.
   "Like tomorrow?" This time he was the one laughing at her mortified
expression.  "I'm sorry.  Go on, what's your question.  I'll stop."
   Oh yeah, her question.  "Well, um ...  were you or one of your brothers
in my back yard last night?"
   His expression darkened.
   "I won't be angry or anything.  Just, I thought I saw someone outside my
window."
   "In your yard?"
   "Yes."
   "You think one of us were spying on you?"
   "No.  I mean.  I just.  I wanted to check.  I thought I saw someone."
   "It wasn't me, but I can beat my brothers for you just in case."
   "No, I'm sorry.  I might have been mistaken.  I don't mean to offend
you."
   Blake nodded.  "It's cool.  Sounds like you have an admirer."
   She smiled.  "I guess."
   "That brings your total to two then.  Or are there more?"
   Janine stared down at the floor.  Her cheeks felt like they were on
fire.
   "Since you don't want me beating the answer from my brothers, I could
look in on you tonight.  You know, scare off the competition."
   Janine leveled her stare at him.  "Is that so?"
   "Absolutely."
   For the life of her, Janine could not stop grinning.  He made her feel
young, beautiful, and more flirtatious than she'd felt in years.
   "Okay." She spun and hurried down the three flagstone steps and back to
her house.  She didn't dare look back as she escaped into her house.
   Front door shut, Janine giggled and squealed.  She did not just do that!
Despite the insanity of the situation, she was proud she called his bluff.
It had to be a bluff.  It was part of his charm.  Normal people did not
offer to spy on each other.
   ***
   Janine tipped the wine glass back, but it was empty.  She held the glass
up between her and the candle on the bathroom counter.  Enough for now. 
She set the empty glass down outside the tub and prepared to get out.
   Once she was out, she wrapped the towel around her body and emptied the
wine bottle into the glass.
   The lights were out in both the bathroom and her bedroom.  She walked
over to her window to lower the blinds.
   A faint glimmer of orange light stopped her.  It came from the
neighbor's porch.  Again, a small orange light glower, the burning ember of
a cigarette.
   She stepped back from her window.  Her breath turned shallow.  Was it
the thing from the night before?
   "That was a dream," she muttered.  All she really saw last night was a
shadow of a person - and only from a distance.
   Regardless, someone was out there now.
   Did Blake smoke?
   She dropped to the floor and crawled back toward the window, peeking
around the corner.  After a few seconds she spotted the glowing ember. 
Whoever it was faced her house.  She was able to make out enough to tell it
wasn't the bulk Mark carried or Nathan's slight statue.  That left Blake,
though she couldn't be certain.
   They could easily have a house guest.  Was he calling her bluff?  Did
one of his brother's confess?  Was he trying to get in on the action?
   Maybe the man was really trying to look after her.
   She wouldn't need looking after if she learned to shutter her window at
night.  Whoever it was or whatever he was doing, it didn't necessarily
revolve around her.
   Close the blinds.  Janine looked up at the venetian blinds an the thin
cord that kept them up and let her wake with the sun.
   She had let them down once and spent the next twenty minutes trying to
get them back up again.  What if he ...  what if it was Blake out there
waiting for her?
   The figure on the porch shifted and reached down for a bottled drink. 
Then a lighter's flame against a white cylinder between his lips, Blake's
lips.
   Janine grinned, beamed.  She stepped away from the window without
touching the blinds.
   Act casual.  She took a deep pull of wine from the glass for courage. 
She turned on her bedside lamp and sat down, her back to the window, and
exchanged the wine for a bottle of lotion.
   She undid the towel and let it pool around her backside.  The scent of
peaches and magnolia filled the air as she rubbed the lotion into her arms.
   Lying on her back, she kicked her legs into the air.  If she had been
facing the opposite direction, nothing would have been left to the
imagination.  Her hands trembled, but she resisted the urge to look out the
window.  She lay on the bed and massaged her breasts and worked down her
belly.
   Her hips moved by reflex, rolling in simulation of another pair of hands
touching her, a pair of lips kissing her.
   She glanced toward the window.  Blake had left the porch and moved into
the yard, for a better view, she assumed.
   Her heart fluttered as she took her nipples and pulled on each of them.
She rolled onto her stomach and finished the last bit of wine.  She should
stop now, turn out the light and go to bed.  Any further, and what?
   She might feel good about herself?  Desired?  Lusted after?
   Janine flinched at the sight of the figure outside her window.  Bold of
him to get so close.  How would she respond?
   Heart still in high gear, she rolled onto her back and propped one leg
up.  The thought of him looking upon her body, watching her, wanting her,
had her soaking wet with lust.  Brazen, she grabbed her inner thighs and
spread her legs.  Her glistening labia would be easy for him to make out.
   Something shifted in the room.  The last bit of wine must have tipped
her over.  Lust invaded every portion of her soil, spreading like injected
poison with each pound of her heart.  Her hips rocked, two fingers plunged
inside.  She stroked fast, building a firm, steady rhythm, in violent
pursuit of a climax.
   Her full-throated moan filled the bedroom.  The need for an orgasm grew
into an all-consuming desire.  He watched all this from the shadows,
getting an eyeful of her fevered performance, fingers thrusting into her
wet channel while her other hand stimulated her clitoris.
   The soles of her feet went cold and energy rushed up her body, exploding
in her mind.  She trembled as the flood of her orgasm rocked her.  She
longed for a hard body on top of her, something to hold onto.
   As the orgasm faded, she lay limp on the bed.  Her wet fingers pulled
away from her pussy.  Janine could not believe that just happened.  When
had she become such a brazen woman?  Hopefully, her audience was gone and
she would be spared the awkward aftermath.
   She frowned at the window.  Something was wrong.  Wrong color, wrong
shape.  It reminded her of something worse.  That wasn't Blake at all.  She
froze as she took in the thick black fingers, curved claws.  Two storm blue
eyes smiled, leered at her naked body.
   Janine scrambled backward, tumbled off the bed onto the floor.  She kept
going until she was on the other side of the bathroom door.  Her lungs
burned as she tried to steady her gasp for breath.
   She listened, but all she heard was the steady drum of her pulse.
   Ashamed.  She had been used, tricked.  A hollow fear took place of what
had once been so euphoric.  Confusion.  Emotion tangled in her mind.  The
image of the clawed, disfigured, ink-black creature burned in her mind.
   She had only dreamed of it before.  How was she able to see it now?
   Subconsciously, she must have seen it before she fell asleep.  There was
no monster out there, no creature haunting her.  She had fallen prey to the
juvenile antics of a group of single men.
   She wrapped her arms around her legs and imagined them falling over each
other with raucous laughter, making fun of the desperate, lonely fool next
door.  Her eyes stung as fresh tears welled.
   It must have been some kind of mask, a prosthetic glove.  Combined with
the darkness, her mind did the rest.  Naked and terrified, she shivered
from her spot on the floor.
   Fury gave her a shot of energy.  She pushed to her feet.  That asshole
better be away from her window.  The barest outline of anything and she was
going to call the police.  She pulled open the bathroom door and looked out
the window.
   No eyes, no person-shaped shadow, no one on the porch next door.  She
grabbed her robe and put it on.
   Tomorrow she would buy a new set of blinds, something to let in the
morning light.  The wood in the hallway groaned, just outside her living
room.
   "I'm calling the fucking police!" She locked her bedroom door, scrambled
for her cell, and paused.
   She stared at the empty bottle of wine and the empty red-stained glass
beside it.  No question, she was more than tipsy.  She listened, but
couldn't hear anyone on the other side of her door.
   Did she really want to expose herself as a lonely drunk accusing her
young, single neighbors of spying on her?
   She reached under her bed and pulled out the walking stick.  Unlocked
her door and swung it open.  She stared at the spot in the hallway and
walked over to it.  The board groaned, but much lighter than she knew she
heard.
   She heard it, something heavy had to make that sound.
   Front door.  Back door.  Windows.  All locked.
   Drunk, post orgasm, afraid.  Maybe she had been hearing things.  Good
thing she didn't make that call.  The last thing she needed was for Blake
to explain how she invited him to watch her act like a wanton whore.
   Janine settled into bed in full pajamas, all lights out, blankets pulled
over her head.  No more dreams, she thought with a weary sigh.
   ***
   The next day dragged on.  Lethargy and depression hung over her like a
swollen gray cloud.  Simple tasks challenged her.  She had to dig deep for
the sunny, fake personality to show the customers.
   The actual weather was no help.  The universe seemed aligned to her foul
mood.  Janine's only break was that she made it home without getting into
an accident and prior to the oncoming down pour.
   "Fuck," she cursed while putting the car in park.  She didn't stop by
the home improvement store.
   Beyond the roll of distant thunder, music and male laughter.
   An angry heat burned away her fatigue, fueled hurt and betrayal.  She
stormed across her driveway into the small grass alley between their
houses. The smell of paint and varnish drifted through one of the open
windows.
   Just as she heard, the trio of brothers sat around the patio table on
their back deck.  Nathan spotted her first and nudged Blake with his foot.
   Blake turned around and waved her onto the porch.  "Hey there, showgirl.
How's it going?"
   Fucking nerve.  "Which one of you broke into my house last night?"
   An electric guitar solo played through the small radio.  Wind rustled
the leaves through the trees.
   Mark turned a wary eye to his brother.  Nathan fiddled with the bottle
cap in front of him.
   Blake said, "What do you mean?"
   "Exactly what I said.  Don't play dumb with me.  I was scared,
terrified. I almost called the police.  Now, which of you did it?"
   Blake rose from his seat.  He looked upset, concerned, but not guilty
nor amused.  "I don't know what you're talking about." He leaned over the
railing and looked down at her.
   "Oh?  You weren't on the deck last night?  You didn't go to my window?"
   "Well, now, one of those things are true." Blake lowered his voice. 
"You saw me out here, didn't you?"
   "All you had to do was fucking knock," she hissed.  "I don't appreciate
being the butt of your pranks." Janine turned and marched in the other
direction.  A second longer and he would have seen her crying like a child,
felling hurt and confused and weak.  A knot formed in her throat as she
opened her front door.
   Blake called her name, but she didn't turn around.  She got the door
opened just as heavy footfalls sounded on her porch steps.
   She wiped her cheeks with her shoulder, but new tears took their place.
   "Janine, talk to me, please."
   She stared into her house, but didn't walk in.  Pain swelled in her
chest.  She wanted to crawl under a pile of blankets and have a good cry.
   "What happened last night?"
   She palmed her cheeks.  "You're asking me?"
   "You said someone broke in.  When did that happen?"
   She turned her glare on him.  "You said yourself you were watching me."
   He lowered his voice and took two steps toward her.  "Yes, I was."
   Thinking back on what he saw, Janine flushed.  Beads of sweat rolled
down her spine.  Now what?
   "I felt like a boy again, seeing something I know I shouldn't.  There
was no one else in the yard.  I thought I did the right thing by going
inside."
   Shock.  Disbelief.  "What?"
   "I kept playing that 'okay' through my mind.  Just because I said I'd
check on you ...  I was sure you didn't intend for me to--"
   "Wait.  Back up.  You went inside?"
   "You were, uh, putting lotion on your arms, then your legs.  Yes, I went
inside."
   Janine's insides turned to jelly.  She leaned on the door frame as
reality crashed down.  "You didn't ...  you didn't see anything else?"
   Blake shook his head.
   "What about one of your brothers?  Could it have been Mark?"
   He opened his mouth to answer, but shrugged.  "I don't know.  I can't
say for sure."
   "Someone was at my window last night.  I thought it was you." Her vision
blurred and Janine retreated to the living room.  She pulled up a tissue
and dabbed her face.  "It looked like a costume.  I got scared.  I don't
know.  I'm sorry.  I thought I heard someone in my house or trying to get
in." She walked back to her door.  Blake stood inside the frame.  "If it
was one of your brothers, tell them to leave me the hell alone." She put a
firm hand to his chest, muscled, and pushed him out the frame and shut her
door on his confused face.
   ***
   Chores complete.  Dinner eaten.  The television prattled on, but Janine
was not entertained.  She sweat in her pajamas under the blanket, but the
heat was preferable to feeling exposed.  Nothing helped the suspicion that
she had only been drunk and insane.
   What did she really see?  What happened?  The idea of someone watching
her had been wonderful and sexy, but now she only felt uneasy and fearful.
   She muted the television.  Someone was on the front porch.  In this
weather?
   It was past time for deliveries.
   The person knocked rather than try the door knob.  She went to open the
door while going through a list of people who would show up unannounced.
   Blake had not been one of the people on that list.  The shoulders of her
shirt were dark from splatters of rain, but not soaking wet.  His soft gray
eyes studied her.  "I figured out what happened.  I wanted to explain and
it couldn't wait."
   "I'm sorry for the way I yelled at you earlier."
   "You weren't out of line.  I promised to look after you and failed.  I
deserved it."
   Janine blushed and cracked a smile.  Overhead, thunder rumbled and the
rain began to come down in sheets.  They weren't going to be able to say
much over the rain.  "Come in." She allowed herself an indulgent grin as
she locked the door.
   Blake examined her living room briefly, then settled on the television.
"You watch that?" He gestured toward the screen.
   "Not exactly that, but I do."
   "Oh yeah, like?"
   "Like Rivals and The Island."
   He smirked and nodded.  "Yeah, new episode tonight."
   Janine sat on the couch and offered him a seat.
   "Sorry about this." He cleared his throat.
   While he gathered his thoughts, she took the time to appreciate his
lean, hard body.  Ned had been a bit soft, but big.  Less of a healthy way
than Mark.
   "Like I said, I saw you.  I said I would watch, but I expected you to
call my bluff at some point.  I thought you didn't see me when you checked
out the window."
   "Um, you saw me do that?"
   "I thought it was dark enough where you couldn't see me."
   "Not until you flicked the lighter anyway, but yeah, guess we both were
wrong."
   "Guess so.  I wasn't the one at your window, but I'm not the only one in
my house who appreciates you."
   Mark?  Nathan?  She couldn't seem to fit either one into the nightmare
outside her window.
   "Nathan is a good kid, I swear, but he has some maturing left to do."
   "Nathan?"
   "Nathan said he was the one at your window, the one spying on you."
   Janine shook her head.  "Seemed more like Mark's profile."
   Blake sighed heavily.  "I'm not going to say he wasn't trying to cover
for him.  Either way, they are my brothers and they are my responsibility.
I'm sorry, and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."
   It still didn't fit.  She pictured one of them dressed in an old
Halloween costume.  Night time, moon light, fear, liquor.  Janine chuckled
at the mundanity of it all.  Each second, fear and uncertainty slid away.
"I know this sounds weird, but that's a huge relief.  That costume scared
the hell out of me."
   "What did it look like?"
   "Can't be sure how much of this is my imagination.  I even had a dream
about it, which didn't help.  Black, claws, wet looking.  Insect
sea-creature?"
   "No one is going to bother you again.  I promise."
   "I hate to break it to you, but one of your brothers got the better
show."
   "What happened?"
   She glanced at him, then forced herself to face him.  How would his
stubble feel along her palm?  His lips pressed to hers?  Now that she
wasn't upset with him, all that she had left was her renewed desire.
   "I know he saw you naked."
   "Well, yeah," she said, "but that was only the beginning." The good
parts of last night came back: the wild ecstasy, the thrill of exposure.
   "Beginning of what?" Blake edged closer.
   "I," she took a breath.  Brothers talked.  He would find out eventually.
"I masturbated."
   His eyes lit up and then his mouth opened.
   "I thought I was showing off to you."
   He blinked several times then his eyes slowly roamed over her body. 
"All this time I thought you were trying to avoid me."
   On the television, an ad announced Rivals would be on next.  She picked
up the remote and set the show to record.
   He reached out for the front of her PJs and undid the small white
buttons.  Janine watched his fingers work, her heart raced with
anticipation.  He unbuttoned the top and leaned in, close enough to feel
the warmth of each other's breath.
   She closed the distance and kissed him.  She scratched the bristle on
his jaw.  Ticklish, firm.  She stood and peeled out the rest of her
clothes. Following her lead, Blake stood, and zippers and buckles sang out.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt.
   Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled especially deep, and then all went
dark and silent.
   Blake sat down and pulled her down with him.  "Good thing you aren't
alone.
   That was the truth.  In a different version of events, Janine would be
an anxiety-ridden mess by now.  Blake sucked her nipple into his mouth. 
The sensation set off a chain reaction.  Janine cradled his head to her
breast, the other arm tightened around his body.a Her hips rolled and body
writhed.  She wanted to make her fantasy a reality - though, even in her
imagination, she did not think Blake would be so well endowed.
   His tongue swirled around her nipple, followed by a pinch and strong
suction of his mouth.  With a small adjustment, his cock lay trapped
between her pussy and his groin.  Blake paused for a moment, his face
inches from hers.  Even in darkness, Janine read the strong lust, the
matched desire.  She reached down and grabbed his cock, pointed it up and
rubbed the head back and forth along her slit.
   For Janine, this moment was surreal, never had she been so forward in
her previous relationships.  Yet, here she was in a strange man's lap,
feeling arousal more keen and powerful than ever.  His hand rested on her
hip and he leaned back, letting her play.
   She coated the head of his cock with her arousal and placed him at her
entrance.  This was going to be a snug fit.  It had been some time since
anything larger than her own fingers had penetrated her.  Her grip
tightened as she sank onto him.  Her breasts pressed to his smooth chest.
   They kissed as she seated fully onto him.  Blake drew his hips back and
thrust.  Nothing but the rain, thunder, and their soft moans.  Blake
groaned and grabbed her hip, moving faster, working deeper.  Rolling into
her, stretching her open.
   Gone was all thought and logic, replaced by raw emotion and carnal need.
His movements were fluid, powerful, intense.  She put her face beside his,
her cheek brushed the stubble on his jaw.  He turned and pulled her into a
kiss.
   "Been a while?"
   "That obvious?"
   "No." Blake kissed her again, and his thrusts never faltered.  "Just
want to make sure I do my best then."
   "I'm not sure this can get any better.  You feel incredible."
   He chuckled and stood, holding her in his arms.
   Janine squealed.  He lay her on her back.  With the new position, she
was able to grind her clitoris into his pubic bone.  Lightning flashed,
outlining him, illuminating their union in blue white light.  Her own
thrusts met his as he hammered into her.  Janine closed her eyes with a
smile.  Her nails drug down his lean back.  She felt beautiful, alive, sexy
as he drilled into her.  His hot breath washed over her shoulder and chest.
She groped his firm ass.  Her moans turned desperate, loud, as a warm ball
of need grew in her loins.
   Blake slipped his arm around her shoulder and curled his fingers into
her hair.  Janine gasped as he pulled her head back.  Her back arched
upward.  The world started to slip away from her.  Her vision blurred and
focus narrowed to the pressure building within.  The point of complete
ecstasy was so close that she trembled with need.  The damn broke.  She
rolled her head to the side and screamed.  Like a man possessed, he fucked
her straight through the orgasm.  Their bodies made a wet smack each time.
   "I'm close," he breathed.
   "Go on."
   He growled with his release, clenched tight around her body.
   She lay there under him, focused on breathing.  Spoiled.  How would she
move beyond such a powerful experience like that?
   Blake settled on top of her.  She easily accepted his weight and the
blanket of his warmth.  He kissed the side of her neck and hummed.
   Lightning illuminated something in the hallway.
   Janine shook Blake and put her finger to her lips.  "In the hallway,"
she whispered.  "Now!  It's inside."
   He didn't waste a second.  Naked and angry, he went to the hallway,
looked left and then right.
   Janine wrapped her throw around her body as she followed him.  She
tossed his pants to him and he put them on, trying the lights as he went.
   "Where's your fuse box?"
   "I'll get it."
   They had just passed the laundry room.  A cool breeze filled the house
as the back door opened.  The kitchen chair fell just as she threw the
switch.  Humming, buzzing, beeping, and a gargling roar that made her hair
stand on end.
   Janine ran to the kitchen, thinking Blake had hurt himself.  She arrived
in hime to see the object of her nightmares dragging Blake out the back
door.  Eggplant purple skin, claws, a curved shape like a giant raptor.
   That was not a young man in a costume, that was nothing like a human.
   Janine ran to the window, fearful and uncertain.  Rain blew in the back
door.  Blake struggled with the creature.
   Dare she call the police this time?  No matter what she did, she
couldn't do it naked.  She shut the door and scrambled to dress.  She
pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee.
   The creature dragged Blake into his house.  Then it ran through the yard
back toward her house, loping like a massive beast of prey.
   Janine slammed her bedroom door just as the back door crashed open.  Any
hope that she could help Blake turned to worry for herself.  She searched
the room for her phone, but no.  She'd left it in the living room beside
the remote.
   Somewhere to hide?  Not under the bed.  Not the closet.
   One of Blake's brothers would call the police.  All she had to do was
stay safe until then.  She cowered in the corner of her shower and waited.
She drew breath in shallow pants.  She hugged her legs so tight that she
cut the circulation to her arms.
   She couldn't calm her mind enough to think.  She just wanted this to be
over, to wake up and be safe.
   Clacking noise, groan of wood.  The curtained shifted as the bathroom
door opened.  Janine slowed her respiration to a crawl, her lungs burned
for oxygen.  The curtains slid back revealing her tormentor.
   Gray blue eyes, a twisted face unlike anything she'd ever seen.  Those
hands, that body.  She had dreamed ...  did she dream of what they did
together?
   He licked his top lip.  She remembered that tongue, the way it fucked
her.  The iridescent eyes looked her over.  Her head swam with the threat
of passing out.
   Until he did the oddest thing.  He waved.
   Janine didn't wait a second longer.  She vaulted out the tub and
sprinted past him, through the house at half a crouch.  She was out the
back door before she knew where she was headed.  Barefoot through the wet
mud and grass, she sprinted through her backyard into theirs.
   She knocked on the door.  "Hey!"
   The door swung open and Janine fell forward into the house.  She landed
hard on her hands and knees and scrambled.  Two strong arms hooked under
her.
   The scream caught as she looked at Blake sitting in a chair.
   "Set her down."
   Janine spun to look at Nathan, no taller than herself, but handled her
as if she were a child.  She spun back toward Blake.  "Are you okay?  What
was that?  It got into my house, but I managed to run away.  Did you call
the police?"
   Heavy wet steps across the floor.  Mark entered the same door she'd
crashed through, dripping wet, naked.
   "Stop!" Nathan stood between Mark and Blake.  "No more fighting."
   Janine looked at each of their faces.  There had to be an explanation.
   "Get away from her," said Mark.  "She is my woman.  I claimed her
first!"
   That's when Janine fainted.
   ***
   It was daylight.  No.  This wasn't her house or her couch.  Not
daylight. Really nice light fixtures.  Smooth, bare walls.  They were
seated around her, waiting.
   Mark was closest of all.
   She sat up, looking for a possible escape route.
   "Mark," Blake whispered.
   Mark's voice was contrite as he said, "I'm the one you had in your room.
I was watching.  Nathan lied for me."
   "You," she pulled the blanket over her up to her neck.  "You fought with
Blake earlier?" Her voice rose, nearly cracked as she finished the
question.
   Mark turned to Blake.  "You knew she was mine and you took her!"
   Blake leaned forward and Mark lowered his head as if in fear.
   "Um, am I going crazy?  Seeing things?  I think I need to get to a
hospital."
   "Saw my true..." Mark took a breath and continued, "You saw my true
form."
   Blake continued from there.  "He has more trouble than us harnessing his
human form.  Especially in a heightened state of emotion." He stared at
Janine straight on.  "Did you have sex with Mark?"
   For the longest moment, Janine thought he must have misspoke.  "The
thing ...  I dreamt of?  It ...  only ...  oral sex."
   "Guess some skills develop faster than others." Blake huffed.  "Is that
all?"
   "Yes."
   Blake sat back and rolled his eyes while looking between his brothers.
"I knew you were lying.  I can't protect either one of you when you lie to
me."
   She looked around again.  If she could get away, where would she go?  To
her car and drive where?  She'd need her purse, her keys, her phone.
   "Skills," Mark snarled.  "I'll show you a skill."
   Janine tossed off the blanket covering her and slid forward on the
couch. She spread her thighs and sighed, as if slipping into a warm bath of
water.  She recognized this feeling: the need, the desire.  "I liked your
tongue."
   "You liked my brother's cock too, didn't you?"
   "Yes.  I've never had sex that good in my life."
   "Wow," Nathan breathed as he stared at her pebbled nipples.
   "Told you she's mine," said Mark.  "Make her stop, Blake."
   "I have no interest in controlling another person's will."
   Mark brushed her hair back from her face.  "We don't have to fight over
her.  She's beautiful.  Her body feels so good.  A gorgeous woman like her
would flourish under our care."
   "Me too?" Nathan eased closer to her on the couch, but Janine didn't
care.  She just wished one of them would touch her, either one of them.
   "Nathan stop.  Mark stop.  I will not force a woman to be with us.  I
don't care what you can do."
   Janine felt the difference, the return to her own will, but she didn't
feel the need to correct her posture or anything she said.  Most of all,
the feeling of wanting to be touched did not disappear.  She sat up and
took off her shirt.
   "Mark!"
   "I did!"
   Janine chuckled.  "Calm down.  It's hot in here, that's all." She sat
down and leaned back on the couch.  "Tell me you're not going to hurt me."
   "We're not."
   "We'll take it from there."
   <->
Written: April 2014
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot co
  
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