

Watcher in the closet

By
OneHeavyHand

Keywords: mf, nc, inc 

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This story may contains subject matter dealing with minors having sex and adults having sex with  
minors. Some activities depicted within this story may be nonconsensual. This in no way condones  
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Watcher in the closet


	Behind the blackness his mouth watered, his hand sliding slowly over the hard tool. Every  
day for over a month he had stood in the dark watching and waiting for the moment to be ripe. From  
his place in the dark he was safe, he could dream but never touch. That time would come, the one  
moment when all was right, when nothing could stop the flood. 

	He watched his young sister from the darkness of the closet that separated there rooms. the  
door open just a crack, just enough that he could watch as she readied herself for bed. Had she ever  
thought her older brother would use the shared space to spy on her, she surley would have had there  
dad close off the space. But she never guessed, never noticed, never thought that he would watch as  
she slowly counted off the brush strokes through her flowing auburn hair.

	His need grew slow, first just a glance as she sunbathed behind the house. Then to watch as  
she sported about the house in shorts far to tight to be of comfort. He watched over the summer as  
the little girl grew out of her shorts then shirts, as his need grew out of control.

	He took to the closet when his need grew such that nothing less would do, when he knew that  
a time must come where she would learn of his need. And he watched every morning as she climbed out  
of her loose bed clothes, her skin a canvas of perfection as the sun kissed her gently. He watched  
as she prepared for bed each night till the moonlight caressed her with its rejuvenating light.

	His eyes took in every move from the way she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her  
pants, to the way her long fingers played with the buttons on her blouse. Each day he took in the  
sight of her slender frame watching as she stood by the mirror the light brown patches adorning her  
new bosom like beacons in the morning light. Each night he imagined himself with her as he stared at 
her ample bottom lying motionless just a few feet away. 

	Each night when he knew her to be sleeping he stole his way from the safety of the closet.  
Each night taking the panties from the wicker basket beside the door. His pain and agony he  
deposited each night within the silky cotton cloth that had hidden the auburn curls of his passions  
pleasure. Each night whispering in her ear that the next would be the one.

	Days turned to weeks and the weeks to a month. Sleep fleeting, night sweats and dreams  
unending. The agony that was his need spreading from his groin to his deepest thoughts, desires and  
dreams. His hands shaking each time she looked his way, the splendor of her smell as she passed  
forcing his thoughts to places he knew they should not go.

	 Behind the blackness his mouth watered, his hand sliding slowly over the hard tool.  
Watching his sister from the darkness of the closet, his need growing out of control. Slowly the  
closet opens as if on its own, his body no longer answering as he tells himself to turn back. The  
body on the bed calling, screaming to be touched.

	His fingers close about the blanket covering his sisters sleeping body, his mouth watering,  
knowing what lies beneath. The thin cloth sliding down the supple body, the chill of the night   
invading the dark room. Her breath slow, steady, sleeping, unknowing . Fingers tremble, tracing a  
path down to the waistband of her PJ's. Her eyes open, the nightmare begin.

	His body acts without thought, falling on the small frame of his sister. A hand over her  
mouth, pressing, holding back the screams. His need a crushing weight, her legs forced apart, the  
space filled with his. The fire in his groin passing to hers, blood lightly flowing, a flower  
picked without ceremony. Tears flowing down her cheeks, his lips catching each, his passion  
demanding more.

	His heart races, pounding, drumming in his head. The fire flowing from his body to hers, the 
body below stiff, unresponsive. The pain relieved, his passion content. The seed of his fruits  
planted deep within the darkness of his sisters womb. Her fear clear, her eyes bloodshot, the red of 
his fingers marring the perfection of her skin.

	He watches silent from the safety of the closet, his mind no longer his own. His need growing as the supple frame of his sister slips off to sleep.


End  
