Page 71 of Wicked Urge

“Man, I wished you were real. I’ve wanted you in this room since I moved in. Fuck, the idea of fucking my sister gets me so hot. Having you bounce on my dick. Yep, just the thoughts get me hard.” He laughed and moved his hand over his crotch and rubbed himself.

Disgusted, I stared slack-jawed at him, not wanting to process what he said. I pulled my gloves back on.

“I was so close to taking you, you know that, my Phantom Chan, so close.” The asshole giggled like a schoolboy. “Do you know how hard it was to be sweet and nice to you when I first saw you? It made it easier, me wanting to fuck you, but damn, you took everything from me. If it wasn’t for fucking Micah screwing everything up. He was supposed to bring you to me, not take you to the damn basement and try to take you for himself. Then asshole Abel tapped it before me. Don’t worry, though, Phantom Chan, I’ll get you soon. I can’t wait to have your tight pussy taking in my big hard dick. Conscious or not, it’ll be the hottest fuck of my life.”

Repulsed, I fought the urge to vomit. My brother wanted to rape me and knew about our relationship the whole time. Something in me died with each word, something soft that had still hoped that this could end with Blake and me on decent terms.

“You had Micah drug me?”

Blake giggled again, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. “Duh. Then Kailey got fucking drugged instead of you. What a mess.”

I clenched my teeth together so hard my jaw ached.

“All the incidents lately, they were you?”

“Yeah, but nobody can get the job done. I’ll have to do it all myself. At first, it was fun playing with you. Spray painting your name on the wall with your phone number. You were crying in my arms, and I got you flocked. Once again, you, crying. The whole time, you thought it was Abel. I couldn’t believe you still got together with him. I should’ve confessed, and then it’d be my dick you rode.”

Tears welled in my eyes. Blake, who I thought was my friend, had played me from the very beginning. Coldness spread through me, something deeper than anger.

“How long have you known we were brother and sister?”

Blake continued to giggle and struggled to undo his pants. “A long time. A very long time.” He grabbed his crotch and stroked, trying to unbutton his fly. “Phantom Chan, help me. Suck my dick. I want you choking on it. I’ve gotten myself off so many times imagining you gagging on me. Some days, I had to jerk off three or four times. The hookers were never good enough. Can I bend you over and fuck you in the ass? Screw that, I’m just going to do it. The first chance I get. God, it’d be glorious. I want every hole of yours. I’ve been dying to bite those nipples of yours, too, and slide my dick in between those big tits. Fuck, I bet you’re tight all over.”

The crudeness repulsed me. Blake fought to get his pants undone as if he assumed we’d be having sex right here and now.

The distant part of my brain continued cataloging all the drug paraphernalia he had out, including a needle full of heroin.

An opportunity if I were willing to use it.

The last few minutes of our conversation played over in my mind, and the fact he kept trying to have me killed, the disappointment and pain he caused my father, and the fact he hurt Kailey when he wanted to hurt me made the decision easy.

Calmly, I walked over to the couch and sat beside Blake. He was so high I didn’t worry about him taking advantage. He laughed and petted my back, enraptured by the texture of my jacket.

“Phantom Chan?” He turned his head like a puppy dog, but there were no soft emotions within me. Blake had turned into a monster, my monster. A problem that I needed to fix.

“Shhh,” I said quietly. My thin leather winter gloves were still on, and the remaining heat of the needle bled into my glove onto my fingers. After years of watching my mother do her thing, I followed her steps, made more, and filled the syringe. I turned and stared at my brother when I had it ready. At somebody I had looked up to and loved.

The affection I once held for my ex-stepbrother no longer remained. Blake’s words, his plans, had destroyed my good memories and feelings for him. Knowing any of this would destroy my dad if I didn’t act.

I lifted his hand, and he turned his head toward me with half-lidded eyes, and his smile stared at me. His innocent boy smile had fooled me all my life. I spread his fingers apart. He made it too easy. The asshole didn’t fight as I injected the heroin.

Blake’s eyes shut, and his smile widened.

“You’ll never hurt me or anybody else again.” I sat and waited as his body loosened and his breathing slowed. A few minutes later I watched him take his last breath. It didn’t take long, given the double dose and whatever else already flowed in his system for it to take him away.

In the silence after he stopped breathing, I relaxed for the first time in months. The weight lifted off my shoulders. Nothing would stop me now.

Rising from the couch, I scouted his room, and in his bookcase, I found a camera, and the light blinked. I figured he’d have one. Paranoid bastard, too bad it didn’t save you. I slipped the SD card out, put it in my pocket, walked to the door, and scanned the room one last time to ensure I didn’t leave anything behind.

Quietly, I opened the door, shut it, and returned to Abel’s room. I changed into comfortable clothes, and lay down to take a nap. Sleep didn’t come for me as I curled into a ball and cried. What had I done?

Chapter 24

Chantilla

The phone rang and woke me from my slumber. I planned to ignore it, but Abel popped into my head, and I checked if he called. He did, so I answered.

“Hello.”

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