Eighty Five
Mark
Look at her, I thought with disgust. Standing there on that stage her luscious legs encased in black seamed stockings her breasts pushed up in a black corset, I wanted her.
But I hated her.
It seemed as though my whole life I’d loved her, but everyone insisted that love was wrong. It was sick, dirty, and twisted according to the shrinks.
But it was the only love I’d ever known. I knew wanting my sister was wrong to most people, but to me she was the only woman alive. She was everything beautiful and sexy, but she was also a filthy slut.
She’s the one who made me love her. She made me want her by flaunting her body. And look at her now on stage for the world to see.
They’d all be seduced by her just like I was.
I tightened my grip on the knife at my side. I slipped behind the curtain as soon as someone walked by.
I watched as all the beautiful models wearing Amber’s lingerie walked by. They were exquisite, but I only had eyes for her. I’d never been able to have a relationship with any other girl.
It always came back to Amber for me.
The lights dimmed as the show came to an end. I watched from my corner as everyone left.
Just then, Ash appeared with Amber. His hands slid over her firm ass squeezing it. Sickened, I was afraid they’d fuck right in front of me. The thought of his rich boy cock sliding into her made bile rise in my throat. I swallowed hard to keep from vomiting.
“Amber, you were fabulous tonight. I think the lingerie line is going to be a huge hit.” He kissed her long and hard.
Giggling, she ran her hands over his muscular chest. “Of course it is, Ash. What woman doesn’t want to be owned by Ashton?”
“But you’re the only one with the collar.”
Collar? My hand tightened around the knife. Maybe I should take them both out. How dare he collar my sister? Didn’t he know she belonged to me? Breathing so hard I was nervous they would hear me. I slipped further back into the shadows.
“Did I ever tell you how gorgeous you look in that?” Ash brushed her hair from her shoulders.
“Actually, no you didn’t.” She pouted as he kissed his way down her neck.
I had to look away. I couldn’t stand to see him touching her.
Ash started stripping the corset away from her breasts. I crouched down further in the shadows holding the knife tightly in my hands. A few moments passed and Ash got a call.
“Amber, it’s Ayden. Something’s happened. I have to go. I’ll take my car out there. Can you—”
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll have Murray take me home.”
He kissed her and left the building.
She was finally alone.
I watched her a moment collecting the rest of the clothing and placing it into a large silver suitcase. She threw a coat around her shoulders as she prepared to leave.
This was my moment. I swallowed hard as I stepped out from behind the curtain.
“Hello Amber.”
“Murray, I’ll be out—” She spun around to face me. Her face froze in terror. Her eyes widened with fear. “Oh my God,” she whispered holding her hand to her mouth stifling a sob. She backed away slowly.
I inched towards her gripping the 6 inch razor sharp hunting blade. “Amber, you look beautiful.”
“Mark, why are you here?”
I smiled. Her eyes blinked in horror. “I wanted to congratulate you. Your lingerie line is impressive.” I picked up a filmy nightgown from the suitcase.
She gulped. “Please, Mark.” She held her hands up as she noticed the knife in my hand.
“Amber, I’ve been waiting for this day for the past thirty years. Ever since you wiggled your ass at me in those Daisy Duke shorts jiggling your way past me braless with your nipples poking out at me. You fucking slut.” I growled.
“Mark, what are you talking about? You’re my brother. I never did any of those things.”
Look at her. Tears spilled down her cheeks causing her mascara to run in muddy streams. With her lipstick smeared, she wasn’t so pretty anymore. She reminded me of a broken doll.
“Yes, you did. Don’t you remember lying in your bed at night nude? Those summer nights were hot in Chicago, weren’t they?”
She stared at me her mouth agape. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
I laughed fumbling with the knife in my hand. “Of course you do. The way you twisted and squirmed on the bed. Your tits rising up like mountains on your chest and your fingers…oh, your little fingers…..”
She inched back until she was against the wall. Her chest rose and fell. Her hands clutched at the wall behind her. “Step back, Mark. Murray is out there and he will hear me if I scream.”
I chuckled. She was helpless just like I wanted her. This time the conniving little slut would be mine. I would force her to her knees and make her suck my fucking cock before I plunged the knife into her. “Bullshit. Murray left already.”
She shook her head. She began to sob. “Mark, you’re my brother. Please don’t do this. What would Dad think?”
I spat at her. “How dare you use Dad against me? Amber, it was because of you I could hardly bring myself to be in his presence. He looked at me like I was a dirty pervert every day for rest of my life.”
“What are you talking about?” She held her arms in front of her.
I slapped them away. “The fucking hospital. When they took me away to the hospital, Amber. Don’t you remember that?”
She nodded looking down.
The auditorium was eerily quiet. Bringing the tip of the knife to her coat, I parted it leering at her body. “You and I have unfinished business.”
Her body trembled. “You don’t have to do this. I didn’t mean to—”
“What the fuck were you thinking going on NATIONAL television talking about me? Didn’t you know your sister and other brothers would be watching?” My voice thundered throughout the auditorium.
Fat tears poured down her face.
I could almost hear her heart thumping in her chest. Her tits jiggled ever so slightly as her breathing got faster.
“I’m sorry, but you hurt me,” she whispered.
I slammed my fist against the wall behind her. “And whose fault was that, huh? Maybe if you hadn’t flirted with me constantly, flaunted your body at me I wouldn’t have done it!” Enraged, I jabbed at her with the knife. I slashed at her coat ripping it open.
She screamed as she held her hands up.
“Fucking slut, it’s time you paid. Get on your knees!”
Sobbing, she shook her head.
With a swift motion, I backhanded her across the face. Blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.
My cock was so hard I thought I would come in my pants. I’d waited for so many years just to have her here at my mercy like this. Taking the long, razor sharp knife, I ran the blade over the small of her stomach ripping the delicate fabric of her outfit. A small trickle of blood appeared where the blade touched.
Her breathing was fast and labored. “Mark,” she whispered.
I could smell her perfume as I brought my lips to her neck. Running the knife to the center clasp of her bra, I jerked it up ripping it open. Her breasts bounced free.
Just as I’d fantasized, they were in my face. She uttered a tiny cry.
But I wanted more.
I brought the blade up between her legs slicing her panties off in one stroke. She screamed before I took her panties and stuffed them into her mouth.
“Shut up,” I growled. I drew the blade softly between her legs getting her juices all over it. Bringing the blade to my face, I inhaled deeply. She was soaking wet.
Just like I knew she would be. She wanted me. She always had.
Shoving her hard against the wall, I parted her legs. Placing the knife beside me on the ground, I pulled the soft petals of her lips open. I just wanted one taste of her.
She stood still as a statue sobbing quietly with the panties still in her mouth. I pressed my face to her pussy breathing her scent. My mouth watered.
Amber squirmed beneath my grasp. “You’re not going to get away with this, Mark,” she murmured with the gag in.
Just being there in that moment with her, seeing her pushed against the wall for my pleasure, I came immediately in my pants. Jumping back, I screamed at her. “See what you did to me, you fucking slut!” I jerked the panties from her mouth dropping the knife to the ground.
As I leaned down to retrieve the knife, she moved slightly.
“Don’t you even think about it!” Pressing the knife to her ribs, I demanded she open her mouth.
Instantly, she clamped down on my finger biting it as hard as she could.
I screamed and dropped the knife. “Fucking bitch!”
Amber raced from the stage running down the steps.
I ran after her clutching the knife my finger dripping blood.
The door to the auditorium flew open.
“Murray! Help me!” she screamed.
Glancing at the tall, burly driver, I fled in the other direction out of the back door to my car.