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 Watcher in the closet

   By OneHeavyHand@hotmail.com
Keywords: mf, nc, inc

   Disclaimer

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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 such activities nor is
it intended to represent any factual person or activity.  If it is illegal
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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