Page 6 of Unhinged Cain

“Oh yeah, then prove it. Where’s your next piece of art at,” Abel asked and then sucked in a deep breath, his head falling back and his mouth opening. The girl on the screen now had my cock in her mouth. Abel had filmed this part, and the visual of me pinching her nose closed while tears and black makeup ran down her face was becoming more than I could handle.

“I didn’t find anything that would be suitable. One old man paid a ton to have his car towed, but that was it. I have higher standards than you do.” The girl on the screen gagged, a gurgling sound mixing in time with my cock sliding down her throat and then completely choking off her air supply.

“That’s not true…okay yeah, it is. Oh, fuck, that’s good. I love it when you make them do that, and I get to watch. So delicious is their gagging that I could close my eyes and still see their fear,” Abel moaned loudly, and my eyes flicked back to him and his ever-quickening hand.

“Shit, fine, hold up,” I bit out.

I should have been annoyed that my brother was playing me. However, I couldn’t stop the rising need making my cock ache. I’d never been one to hold back on taking what I wanted.

“Yeah, now that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Abel chuckled as I unzipped my fly and pulled my throbbing cock out.

“You’re a fucking prick.”

“Ooh, come on, you know you wanted to. Now tell me, what’s wrong? Tell your baby brother what’s wrong so he can make it all better,” Abel teased, his lower lip protruding out like an annoying child, but his hand never slowed.

I could tell he was gripping himself hard as his cock began to turn a wicked shade of angry purple. We both enjoyed our sex rough, but Abel liked it painful. Not only for his prey but also for himself. The more you smacked his cock, the harder he got. More than a few people found out the hard way that trying to hurt Abel only excited him more.

I glared at him as I got comfortable. My brother was much like the kid in a store who wanted a new toy and begged while stomping their little foot and pulling on his mommy’s jacket, not knowing when to shut the fuck up. I’d seen a few of those hideous little brats and wondered why their parents didn’t suffocate them in the night and why I hadn’t suffocated Abel.

“I met someone,” I said, slowing the jackrabbiting of my brother’s hand.

My strokes were controlled, but Abel always looked like he had a pogo stick for a cock that his hand was bouncing on while he was being electrocuted.

“You met someone? What the fuck does that mean? You meet people every fucking day. You drive a tow truck and own a garage. People literally walk in all the time.”

“I didn’t actually meet her, but she had the prettiest violet eyes,” I said, my voice wispy with the thought of her dark hair in my hand as I fucked her mouth like the girl on the screen. Those eyes staring up at me from beneath thick lashes was a whole new interest I didn’t know I had. I groaned as the image sent a surge of pleasure through my body until it tingled the tip of my cock.

Interesting.

“Ah, that explains it. You always did get a little obsessive when you found a new shade of eyes to pluck.” I glared at Abel as he dismissed me and my distress. “Don’t look at me like that, man. It’s creepy.”

“Whatever,” I bit out and fixed my stare on the girl that was now blubbering that she didn’t want to die, so she’d do anything we asked.

She crawled toward the camera dragging her bloodied leg and cut body across the floor and leaving a trail of red behind her. The sounds of her begging were loud in my ears, but my eyes didn’t see her blonde hair and hazel eyes.

No, my mind had found another to fixate on, and it was the delicate features of someone else that filled my fantasies as my hand moved faster along my shaft. It was harder than normal, and I actually felt a building of excitement for the coming release. It was rare that I got truly excited about anything. Even the kills only mildly stirred an interest, but at least it was more than the meager amount of feelings I had the rest of the time.

“Fine, if it’s bothering you that much… oh shit, here it comes,” Abel blurted as a white jet of come flew across the room and almost hit the television. “Fuckin’ yes, kill that bitch.”

He stood and fired the next one at my screen, the glob finding the girl’s face and sliding down her cheek like she was in the room. I ignored Abel as he continued to rant.

My release was close, and as the knife smoothly slid across the girl’s neck on the screen and the gurgling started, I came harder than I’d ever come. Slumping back into the chair, I felt my chest heave, yet I still couldn’t get the girl from the car out of my mind. No one intrigued me. I’d seen millions of faces with eyes of all colors, and none came close to the level of fascination I was experiencing.

“That’s better, woohoo!” Abel shook his body like a dog after a bath before flopping back into the chair and reaching for his pack of smokes. “As I was saying, then find her. Make her your next project. You’re like the best at fucking hunting people down. I’m sure you can find one girl,” Abel said as he grabbed the remote and switched the television from the girl to a different night. This one was a pair of girls Abel had found drunk and needing a cab. Worst mistake they ever made.

It was Abel’s thing to break people. He loved nothing better than having those who swore how much they loved one another turn on each other. He was right, though. They always broke in the end. Every relationship had its breaking point. I looked my brother up and down, wondering what it would take for me to kill him finally. Shrugging off the thought, I stood and stuffed my dick back into my jeans.

“You not staying for round two?”

“Not tonight. Make sure you clean up. I don’t want to have to scrape your come off my television.”

“What the fuck? Why am I on clean-up duty again?” Abel slouched over in the chair like a child sulking.

“Because you’re still planning on stroking, and I’m not. Because you’re in my house making a fucking mess and, most importantly, because I said so.” I grabbed a handful of cookies from the table and wandered into the kitchen in search of a glass of milk.

My brother had a decent idea. Finding her and collecting what I wanted seemed like a mighty fine idea. One I was looking forward to starting first thing in the morning.

MARGARET