*Understanding Him*

Chapter Twenty-Four

*Stalker's P.O.V*

DISCLAIMER: This scene contains "mature" scenes/ actions.

The air was still, chilling almost; not a cloud in the sky to dull the moon's radiant beams tonight. I was not one to stop and take in nature, but as I sit on my back step with cigarette in hand, I couldn't help but notice these things.
I was waiting for my sister as always, she would repeatedly come home late from a night out with her pointless, skanky friends; more like lap dogs if you ask me. I don't question her though, I know better than that. Although she is younger than me, she is still the brains and boss of this plan while I'm just the brawn, the muscles, her puppet.

I flick my freshly lit cigarette into the soil from frustration, the thought that I should be in charge of this always seem to ebb away at the corners of my mind but I constantly remind myself that it doesn't matter. Just as long as we get what we came for, as long as we take care of Laria.
Besides, I still got incentive throughout this ordeal, several times a week if I'm lucky. Just the thought of my reward excited me as I let my imagination take the steering wheel.
"Anything new", my sister asked suddenly, stepping out onto the concrete step. I had been oblivious to her arrival.

Composing myself from the slight surprise, I responded, "No, not that I know of. She's always around those group of friends as usual. Makes it harder to get to her but I do nonetheless. I keep her on her toes", I finished maliciously. I really did enjoy every moment of torturing Laria this way; it's become a game for me.

"Good, I expect you to keep it up. I've got a day picked out already".

My ears perked up at this.
"You mean, you've already decided when you want to grab her?" I asked as my excitement grew.

"Yes. It's going to be real soon too, I've been itching to get my hands on her", she seethed, clenching her freshly manicured hand into a fist.

"Finally, cus' I've been getting agitated being a sitting duck in those stupid classrooms".

"Oh shut up, it's not like you're Einstein; you should try to learn something in the mean time", my sister retorted.

I brushed off the insult, knowing that it wasn't worth it. Just because she would muster up schemes like this she thought I was Pinky while she were the Brain.

"It's getting cold, you should come inside now", her voice trailed off as she already motioned to head in herself. I followed suit, not wanting to sit outside any longer, not wanting to risk a cold.

The screen door squeaked as I began to close and lock it up behind me. This house wasn't old but it sure did need a few touch ups here and there. We had decided against it though, wanting to keep a low profile, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves. Our mother had already retired to bed for the evening, leaving us with no dinner and a quest to find some. She bounced over to the fridge, her hips swaying seductively as she went.

"I'm thinking about a sandwich, what about you?" She inquired over her shoulder.

"I was thinking about something else", I started, edging closer to her as I spoke.
Getting my hint, she stood from her bent posture and cast her eyes towards me, a sly smile playing across her lips.

"Is that so?" She teased.

Her hands slid through her hair in that way I love as excitement twinkled throughout my entire body. The hunger in my stomach slowly dissipated as a new hunger awakened inside me. I held her gaze, unmoving as she sauntered her way over to where I stood at the counter.
My breath hitched as she made it to me after what seemed like an eternity, running her petite hand across my chest. No words seemed to form themselves on my tongue so I let my eyes do the talking for me as they ran all over my sisters body, drinking in every slender curve she possessed. Her hand found the back of my neck as she pulled me in closer, our lips only an inch a part while she spoke.

"You want your reward huh?" Her breathe fanned across my lips, leaving an inflamed pathway as it went.

I know what my rewards were, I loved them, ever since the first time I'd gotten one when we were children. I was taught by my teachers, friends, and even the t.v that the kind of feelings I had for my sister were wrong, were deeply frowned upon. I didn't care though, not when I was raised this way, not when these feelings became something I craved over the years.

Our father had been the one to introduce us to this by the little midnight visits he made to our rooms when our mother would be asleep. He told us that if we told Mom, she'd make the fun stop; neither of us wanted that.
So, for as long as we could remember, we both shared this secret with our father, our mother never once suspecting anything out of the ordinary. Even now, as she slept in the room just a door down from mine, she still did not know of the rewards I would receive often and I wanted to keep it that way. She wouldn't understand, she never would.

This was something special, shared only by me, my sister, and my father, that was until Mom and Dad got a divorce. We were shipped away with our mother, more for the fact that she needed to be taken care of more than Dad did. Ever since, we would miss him, imagining the day he would come back to us. Little did we know, that day was sooner than either of us could have imagined.

"How about you tell me what you're thinking in that pretty little head of yours", she stated, moving to the base of my neck, her breath leaving hot trails of want in their wake.

I could not hold out any longer; I was afraid our mother would come downstairs and see us but my senses were pushed on the back burners as my want overpowered me.

"How about I just show you", my husky voice grazed out. Every second, my need grew stronger and stronger along with another very excited part of me.

"Go on then", she whispered in my ears, sending me into overdrive.

So, right there in the kitchen propped up against the counter top, as quietly but as savagely as possible, I got my reward from my sister and enjoyed every minute of it.

Midnight found me in my bed, tangled together with my bedsheets and my sister.
A satisfied grunt escaped my lips as I yawned, attempting to sit up. She still laid beside me, curled near me in all her naked glory. I thoroughly enjoyed my rewards, they give me that release I so desperately need.
I was content that I was getting mine now.

Beside me, my sister stir slightly in her sleep, but just continues to snore softly as she lay there with the most comfortable look on her face.

Nothing makes me more happy than knowing the reason she's satisfied is because of me; everyone won't understand though. They'll probably say things like "dude that's your sister!" Or maybe "do you know the consequences of those actions are insanely sick?". Its not like I'd care or anything; I got my rewards and that's my incentive in all of this.

My good friend the moon peaked at us through slats in the curtain but I didn't care, tomorrow will find me asleep in bed with her next to me....
And it'll be alright.

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Another POV, hope you like em! This chapter is kinda like..... woah, yanno?
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-MissUnderstood