EroticReverie

Ryker

I pull open the top drawer of her dresser, letting my fingers push into lace..satin...cotton and other materials that make up her drawer of panties. 

I've been breaking into her apartment for months, watching her for a bit longer than that, following her, observing her , obsessing. I suppose by text book definition, I was her stalker. 

It's easy to break into her spit house apartment. Because her and her roomate leave a key, right under the mat, always there, always placed right under the "Welcome Bitches" mat at their back door. Almost as if they're asking for me to come right in. Stupid. My little Cecilia was so stupid with her safety. But that's why I'm here, to protect her. That's why I watch her , to keep her safe.

I close the drawer and walk to her laundry basket, bending over, plucking a purple cotton thong from her laundry basket and lifting it to my nose. Inhaling deeply, my dick stirring in my jeans. I take another deep breath and then reach behind my back and shove them into my back pocket. I'd ruined the last pair I'd taken on my last visit. I had at least a dozen pairs in the drawer beside my bed, my cum staining and hardening the fabric of every pair. 

She'd be home soon from her part time day job, and her friend and roommate Millie would be home soon after. I walk around her room and stop, looking at her vanity mirror with pictures of her and friends tucked into the crevices along the edge. I reach up, thumbing the picture of a young Cecilia, maybe four or five, wearing a pair of shorts and a t shirt, sitting on the lap of her father, her mother behind them, hands on her husbands shoulders, all three of them smiling at the camera. 

There's a small stabbing sensation in my chest. Knowing all that I know about Cecelia, I know that her parents died soon after that picture was taken. A car accident, with all three of them in the vehicle. Cecilia the only survivor. With no close relatives or anyone to take her , she was a child of the state after losing her parents, and had been through several foster homes. Some good, some bad. A runaway at sixteen, where she moved in with an older guy , some thirty year old guy. They'd had aromantic relationship. And well, I didnt like that, not one bit. 

It was of no consequence to me, to track him down and spill his guts and then feed him to the pigs. 

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, looking at the text from my brother.

"Where the fuck are you? We've got business." my brother Blaze texts in the group chat with my other brother Diesel. 

"Replinishing his panty stock." Diesel replies, even though I know they're both together.

"I'll be there in twenty." I reply, then shove my phone into my back pocket. I look again at the picture, my jaw ticking as I look at little Cecilia. Press the tip of my finger to my lips and then press it to her forehead in the photo. 

"Nobody will ever hurt you again." I speak the promise outloud and then leave the house, walking through the yard to the street behind where I've parked my suv in the driveway of an abandoned house and then make my way back to my place that I share with my two brothers.