Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (77 page)

I twisted and tweaked the wife’s nipples harder and she
squealed.

“Stop that!” she said to me.

Nico stopped fucking her.

“Not you,” the wife said, “her! I want her to stop
touching me.”

Nico walked from behind the wife and sat on the edge of
the bed next to me. His cock was wet with Kristine/Karen’s pussy juices and he
stroked it. The husband sat down in the desk chair and wheeled himself over to
the bed. His cock went limp and he tugged on it to get it going again.

“You two,” Nico said as he jacked his cock, “I want to
watch you two go at it.”

I got up on my knees and crawled in front of the wife. She
was pretty pissed and I grabbed her by the arms and flipped her onto her back.
I straddled her and positioned my pussy on top of hers. Nico crawled up next to
us and shoved his cock into her mouth. She sucked his cock and Nico threw his
head back and moaned.

“Fuck, that feels good!” he said.

I grinded my pussy against the wife’s pussy while I
watched her suck Nico’s cock. I reached out and grabbed her breasts and pinched
her nipples as I tightened my stomach muscles and thrust my hips back and
forth. My clit smashed against hers as I pumped my hips and our wetness mixed
and allowed me to pump faster against her cunt.

“Fuck, that looks good!” the husband said as he beat his
newly-hardened cock.

The wife took her mouth off Nico’s cock and bucked under
me. I tribbed her harder as I grinded my pussy against hers and held her still
between my thighs. I felt the orgasm building at the bottom of my ass and I was
about to cum when she squirmed out from under me and knocked me off her body.

“Stop it,” she said. “I’m sorry honey, but I don’t do
chicks. I don’t know what you’re into, but if you want to watch me fucking your
boyfriend, that’s fine. However, I’m strictly dickly and want nothing to do
with you.”

Strictly dickly. I’m sorry, when I’m in the mood, I want
to fuck. I don’t care if it’s a cock or a pussy or both. She got off on me
grinding her. I don’t know why she all of a sudden came down with a case of
heterosexual guilt.

Nico and I looked at each other and laughed. David/Michael
was in his own world, sweating and tugging on his cock and his wife looked at
us as if we were insane.

“What’s so funny?” she said. “I know we aren’t from a
sophisticated town like
Manhattan
, but I’m sure not everyone here is
bisexual!”

“No, I’m sure not,” Nico said and reached out and massaged
my tits. “My sister and I are dismayed by your sudden onset of puritanism.”

“And bored,” I said and pushed Nico down on the bed. “We
are bored by your puritanism, as well.”

I straddled Nico’s legs and bent forward and sucked the
head of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head and lapped
up and down his shaft. I opened my throat and took him all the way in to the
root. I came up slowly on his shaft and raked my teeth against him as I went
up. I paused at the head and sucked.

“That feels so fucking good, Lyric,” Nico said and moaned.

His pleasure was mine and I rubbed my wet pussy as I blew
him. I heard the slapping sounds David/Michael made against his cock and felt
the wife get off the bed. I brought my mouth off Nico’s cock and looked at her.
She stood by the bed with her arms folded across her ample tits and the look of
a stern schoolmarm across her face.

“You know,” I said as I crawled up on Nico’s body and
positioned my pussy over the head of his cock, “it would be so much fun if you
joined.”

I grabbed Nico’s cock and pressed the head against the
opening to my pussy and wiggled it back and forth in my wetness. I spread my
legs and lowered myself down onto his cock as I gasped when his width stretched
the walls of my pussy. I felt every ridge inside my pussy slide over Nico’s
cock and the shivers that ran up and down my spine as I took him in, inch by
inch, felt like shocks.

“How does that feel, brother?” I said as I slammed down on
the final inches of Nico’s cock and wiggled my ass back and forth against him.

Wait a minute! Wait just a minute,” the wife said. “You
said brother and he said sister. You cannot mean that you two are related. Tell
me that’s not what you meant. Tell me that you call each other brother and
sister as a term of endearment!”

“We call each other that as a term of endearment,” Nico
said as he looked up at me and smiled.

I pumped my pussy harder, up and down over his cock and
Nico met every single one of my thrusts with his own as he lifted his hips off
the bed. I tried to ignore the bitch, but she kept flapping her gums. At one
point, she screamed for David/Michael to stop masturbating and address the
issue.

“Honey, leave them alone,” he said. “Why don’t you join
me?”

“I will not,” the wife said. “I want you two disgusting
people out of this room, now!”

“In a minute,” I said as I rode Nico and spanked my clit
as we fucked. “We’re almost done.”

“No, you are fucking done, now!” the wife said.

She reached out and grabbed a fistful of my hair and
yanked me off Nico’s cock. My head snapped back and she flung me by the hair
off the bed and onto the floor. I landed on my side on top of the corner of one
of their suitcases and it felt like my rib cracked.

“What the fuck?” Nico said and jumped off the bed and
lunged at the wife.

I tried to lift my body and felt a sharp jolt stab me in
the side. Nico had the wife by her shoulders and he flew across the room and
slammed her into the mirrored wall. Her head snapped back and hit hard. She
cracked the glass of the mirror.

“Lyric,” Nico said, “are you okay?”

“I think so.”

“You fucking bitch,” Nico said, “don’t ever put your
fucking hands on my sister!”

As Nico continued to slam the wife into the mirror, the
glass cracked and shards fell to the floor around them. She did not make a
sound and looked like a cloth doll in his hands. I remembered David/Michael and
looked behind me. He sat still and hypnotized in the chair, limp dick in hand,
and watched Nico pummel his wife into the glass.

I grabbed my purse off the bed. I dragged it across the
floor toward me and pulled my knife out. I ignored the pain and sat up. I
crawled around the bed toward David/Michael. I told Nico to stop slamming the
wife into the glass. He grabbed the wife by the arm and flung her across the
room. She landed on the bed with a thud and did not move. Nico turned around
and stared at me. He was covered in sweat and breathed heavily. There was blood
on the bits and pieces of glass that were left on the wall. I showed him the
knife in my hand. He walked to my purse and retrieved his knife.

I crawled over to David/Michael and knelt at his feet. I
put my hand on his knee and he looked down at me as if I was offering to shine
his shoes.

“Are you okay?” I said.

Beads of sweat ran down his face from his hairline and his
chest was soaked. He was sucked his breath in and blew it out while he stared
into my eyes. His pupils were as big as his irises and matte black. He looked
like he had shark eyes. He opened and closed his mouth like a guppy and looked
confused because no sound came out. He was going off hard. He rose from the
chair and I stood up and pushed him back down. His arm shot out and he grabbed
my wrist. I brought my arm back and with all the force I could manage, plunged
my knife into his chest below his sternum.

“Nico!” I said as David/Michael grabbed the knife handle
and tried to pull it out of his chest.

David/Michael fell back into his chair and started
wheezing. He stared down at the knife sticking from his chest and shook his
head back and forth. His legs convulsed in the chair and sweat broke out all
over his body. Funny, there was no blood.

Nico walked toward us and pushed me away from the chair.
He stood over David/Michael and brought his knife up. Nico was beautiful
standing there. A glowing, tense, muscled warrior with mocha skin and eyes like
glittering mica. I loved this man. He looked at me and winked.

“I enjoyed fucking your woman,” Nico said as he lifted
David/Michael’s chin and stared into his eyes.

David/Michael looked at Nico and then at me. He closed his
eyes and Nico slashed his knife across David/Michael’s neck. The blood rained
now.

David/Michael’s head snapped back as flesh and tendons
separated. I thought his head was going to come clean off. I thought of that
saying...
heads will roll
and giggled. Nico looked down at me and knew
exactly what I was thinking.

“Well, they were rolling,” he said and laughed.

Just then, the wife moaned. Nico and I jumped up on the
bed and got on either side of her. Her head bled, not as much as
David/Michael’s, but there was blood on the sheets when she moved her head.
Nico took the blade of his knife and wiped her husband’s blood on her face.

“Look at her, Lyric,” Nico said as wiped the blood-soaked
blade across her face. “She was pretty, don’t you think?”

I looked down at the woman who moments earlier fucked my
brother and made me feel jealous. A woman who shunned me. I knew what was about
to happen to her so I tried to feel something for her. I thought about the man
and woman we killed during our initiation ceremony. I felt nothing for those
people as we stabbed them over and over again and that night, I felt nothing
for Kristine/Karen. Papa always told us that hunters have no feelings of
empathy toward their prey. We were hunters and the tourists from Ohio, prey.

“Prettier than me?” I said.

Nico was lost in the blood smearing. The wife moaned as
Nico pressed the flat side of the blade into her face and made patterns with
the blood. I cleared my throat and nudged him.

“What?” he said and looked up with glassy eyes.

“Do you think she was prettier than me?”

“No, Lyric,” he said as he leaned over Kristine/Karen’s
body toward me. “I don’t think there is anyone as beautiful as you.”

I leaned toward him and we kissed. A deep kiss that sealed
us together forever. A kiss made of desire and evil.

But we should have paid attention. When Nico and I were
preoccupied with our kiss, we didn’t notice that Kristine/Karen began to
smarten up and become spry. Before I realized what was going on, the bitch had
a fistful of my hair and yanked me onto the floor. She fell on top of me and
wrapped my hair around and around her hand. She looked over me and stared at
her dead husband. Kristine/Karen screamed and banged the back of my head
against the floor.

“What did you fucking do?” she said and spit in my face.

“She won’t let go!” I said. “Fucking stab the bitch!”

Nico jumped off the bed and stood over us with the knife.
Kristine/Karen was a tough little scrapper. She flipped over me and ran toward
the far side of the room by the window. I scrambled around the floor and
grabbed my purse and our clothes and stood beside Nico. Kristine/Karen huddled
in the corner by the drapes and cried as she stared at the back of her dead
husband’s head.

“Aw, so sweet,” Nico said as he put his jeans on. “Whatcha
gonna do? Jump?”

“What are you people? What are you?” Kristine/Karen said
and rubbed her eyes.

“We have to wrap this up,” I said as I dressed. “She’s
making too much noise.”

“Help!” she said as she banged on the wall. “People are
trying to kill me! Fire! Rape!”

Nico laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head.
Kristine/Karen opened the window and screamed for help. Nico, graceful as a
jaguar, padded toward her until he was right behind her. He put the knife down
on the floor at her feet, grabbed her by the ankles and yanked. Half of her
body hung head down out the window as Nico held Kristine/Karen’s feet by his
face.

“Nico!” I said.

He looked at me and smiled.

“What? I can’t drop her?”

“No, that is not a good idea.”

“Watch me,” he said.

Nico released Kristine/Karen’s feet and I ran to the
window. She looked like she was floating like a feather from a rooftop. Then
she sped up and plunged toward the sidewalk below. I heard her screams. She
screamed the whole way down.

A guest in the next room banged on the wall. I grabbed
Nico and threw his knife in my purse.

“What the hell is going on in there?” a muffled voice said
from the room next door.

We grabbed our shoes and Nico opened the door. I looked up
and down the hall and then we ran toward the elevator.

“We cannot go through the lobby and we cannot walk by her
body,” Nico said. “We need to go out the back way. There’s a side door by the
parking lot.”

“Fine,” I said. “We left too fast.”

“We had to, there was no other way.” Nico said as he
slipped his shoes on. “You have everything?”

“Yes,” I said. “At least, I think I do.”

We slipped out the side door of the hotel and disappeared
into the shadows between buildings. I looked at the up at the sad purple dawn
staining the sky. If this were yesterday, we would be waking up for school. But
there was no more school for us. I saw to that.

As the sirens started, we increased our pace toward Park
Avenue and the safety of our home. And then I remembered. I remembered that I
did not have everything.

In fact, the most important thing I forgot stuck out of
David/Michael’s chest.

“Fuck, Nico,” I said as we turned the corner toward our
apartment, “my knife!”

Luckily none of the other kids were awake when Nico and I
snuck into our apartment. We ran down the hall and went to my room.

“Turn on the news,” I said as I undressed. “I want to see
if they mention the tourists.”

“Come on, Lyric,” Nico said, “I’m tired and I want to
shower. I have dried blood all over me.”

“Just do it.”

Nico and I sat on my bed and watched the news. We waited
for some mention of David/Michael and Kristine/Karen. Leaving my knife sticking
out of David/Michael’s chest was a very stupid thing to do. I was in complete
shock after Nico dropped Kristine/Karen out the window and I wasn’t thinking
straight.