39 - Sleepy Time

"We like to talk about ghosts and ghouls, but not all horror is supernatural," Leroy said as he rose and stooped to fetch a candle. "In fact, most horrors are all too human. What one person does to another. This is a story of one such human horror, and I call it...

SLEEPY TIME

Marcus Marchand opened the 7-day pill box for his sister and carefully counted out the pills. Vitamins. Her medication. And, of course, her sleeping pills. He set the pillbox before her plate, then went to make breakfast.

Insomnia was something of a family trait. It was one of the things that kept Antonia and Marcus apart from others. Sometimes they could go days without sleeping. It was in search of sleep that had led them both to ****, and a few of their medical problems. They had been fortunate to find a physician in-town who was understanding about these things.

Antonia came in from the greenhouse, bags under her eyes, cheeks smudged with dirt. She was tall and lean, two years older than Marcus, with that odd tan that came from too many hours under grow lights, taking care of their crop. Topless beneath her overalls, her breasts so like their mother's had been. Marcus remembered when he was younger, and their mother was still alive, how he'd sneak in when the older woman was sleeping. She used pills to sleep too, and would fall asleep naked on the bed. The two of them would sneak into her room to filch pills so that they could sleep too.

Of course, the day after his eighteenth birthday, the older Marchand had not woken up. An overdose. A warning.

Hempstead was the only legal marijuana grow operation and dispensary in Dagon's Hollow, and between the two of them, they made it work. Antonia looked hungrily at the coffee, but Marcus poured her a cup of sleepy time tea instead.

"It's your turn to sleep," he said, and watched her pop open her pill case and swallow the day's dose.

They had to alternate. One of them awake at all times, their life stretched out in these moments of mutual consciousness. The other would mind the store, handle the crops...

Marcus watched as Antonia yawned. His heart hammered in her breast. Counting the minutes until she stretched, catlike, and then rose to stumble toward her bed.

He waited until he heard the soft snores. Then, and only then, did he rise.

She was on her back, her body an outline suggested by the fall of the sheet. Marcus pulled it aside, admiring that smooth, well-muscled back, the soft swell of her buttocks. Just like his mother had looked, back when Marcus would crush pills into her nightcap. He unbuckled his pants, already growing hard.

Today was a safe day. Today, he could cum inside of her. He licked his lips as he stared at the hint of a hairy cunt. She snored softly, and he lay down his stomach, to push his face into her ass. Tongue seeking that hairy slit. It wouldn't do to go in dry. Marcus didn't want to hurt her, after all. He loved his sister.

As often as possible.

Marcus was panting as he came up for air. Raging hard. He flipped her over, to grope her tits as he pushed his prick into her...and paused.

Her eyes were open.

She stared at nothing. Still snoring softly. Chest rising and falling slowly.

Marcus couldn't get any harder. But it felt different, somehow, as he pushed inside of her. As he watched that blank face, the brown eyes staring at nothing. Her nipples hard. A part of him wondered what she dreamed of. Some stranger in the dark, ravishing her like one of those studs in her stupid romance novels, probably. Some viking conqueror planting his seed in a Celtic princess or delicate Roman lady. Marcus grinned savagely as he got into his rhythm.

She looked so much like mom when he was cumming inside of her.

He panted, as his cock slowly deflated inside of her. There would be clean up, of course. He couldn't leave any semen in her cunt. Lot of work to do too, out in the greenhouse. Customers with orders to fill. A busy day. Tomorrow, it would be his turn to sleep.

As Marcus snored, Antonia lubed up his little hole. The new strap-on was bigger than the last one. She didn't want to hurt her little brother. Well, not much. Antonia's hand cradled her brother's balls as she slipped the toy in. His eyes were open, but he snored softly, hairy chest rising and falling. Slowly, his cock hardened.

His features were soft for a boy. Feminine. So like their mother's. Antonia felt a small pang of guilt as she remembered the older woman, who used to fall asleep in the nude. So beautiful. So sexy. Her hot cunt was the first that Antonia had ever tasted. They had two wonderful years together, measured out in crushed pills in her drinks.

The overdose had been so unexpected. It made her much more careful with Marcus.

After all, he was all she had left. Her perfect little toy.

She licked his hard little nipple as she pushed the toy deeper into his ass. As it passed his prostate, a little white bead glistened at the head of his prick.

Antonia took her time, found her rhythm, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit. There would be clean-up, of course. It wouldn't do for Marcus to find blood on his ass, or cum on his stomach. Lots of things to do in the greenhouse as well. They were looking to expand the space, add more plants. That required a lot of work, but it would be worth it.

In his sleep, Marcus moaned as the cock pushed deep. He was so much like mom when he did that. Antonia wondered what he dreamed of. Probably those silly manga he liked to read that he thought she didn't know about. Big-dicked transwomen fucking his ass.

"It's okay, baby brother," she whispered, wondering if her words could insinuate themselves into his mind. "I'll be the woman of your dreams."

"Sometimes," Leroy said as he moved the candle in a circle-of-eight motion. "It takes a monster to love a monster."

So saying, he blew out the candle.