EroticReverie

Dane Black 

“What is THAT? .” My sister Dahlia says a moment after the cabin door swings open making the cold winter air push through the large room. I turn my head from where I’m leaned back on a chair my feet propped on the coffee table, with a book in hand. I blink several times before accepting what I’m seeing. 

“Found her in the woods.” My brother Damien smiles as he holds a female in his arms like he’s just crossed the threshold to a bedroom on their honeymoon. 

“What do you mean you FOUND her?” Dahlia hisses. 

“I mean I found her in the woods.” He says walking in with the girls head limp and lolling about as his big snow covered boots stomp snow all over the floor. 

I’m up from my chair just as my father Darrow, and my other brother Dorian walk in from the other room. They stop in their tracks as the wind still whips through the cabin. 

“Damien. No.” My father scolds him like a dog that’s brought a dead rabbit hole in his muzzle. 

Damien just grins. 

“Too late.” Damien says and walks further , over the carpet and my sister scoffs and jumps as Damien drops the girl onto the sofa wheres she sitting. Dahlia skitters up the side of the arm of the couch and over it as if the girl is diseased. She scowls at her as if the girl is a rodent. 

“Jesus Christ Damien!” Dahlia yells and pushes hands over clothes as if the girl got some kind of plague all over her. 

“She’s cute right?” Damien says as he cocks his head and looks at the girl. 

He’s done this multiple times. The woods we live in have multiple trails for hikers. And Damien is prone to “finding” them. And bringing them home. Luckily we’ve been fortunate enough to convince them that they fell and hit their head and my brother just happened across them. And then we send them on their way once the drugs he shot them with wear off. 

“Put it outside.” Dahlia hisses. 

“She’ll freeze to death.” Damien pouts ans then pulls the girls winter hat off. It’s a rainbow colored pastel winter hat with one of those ridiculous Pom poms ontop. She has a matching scarf that was probably around her face but is now draped over her chest and neck and her face is cherry red from the cold. He long braids of pink and purple hair lay over her and her hair frizzes at the top from the static of the hat being pulled off her. 

“I don’t care. Dad! Make him put her outside!” Dahlia whines and my father sighs. 

“She’ll die.” My father says. 

“See, we gotta keep her.” Damien grins and then is unzipping the girls puffy winter jacket and I roll my eyes. Because my brother isn’t quite all there. 

“Look at these , huh?” Damien says and grabs the girls breasts through her sweater. “Nice right ?” He asks as he gives them another squeeze and I walk over and slap his hands away. 

“Quit it.” I growl at him. 

“What? She can’t even feel it!” He says and reaches for them again. 

“Hands off the kidnapped female ,Damien.” my father Darrow says as I shove my brother from her. 

“Gross.” Dahlia says with disgust at Damien. 

“Jealous I won’t touch yours?” Damien snickers and Dahlia growls. 

“Alright, enough.” My father says, his annoyance becoming more evident. We all had our own hangs up. Damien liked to kidnap girls. Dahlia had an unhealthy obsession with all of us , and hated anyone else we brought back to the cabin. She’s scared of me plenty of women , or just creeped them out with her obvious attraction to her own brothers. My brother Dorian, was too quiet to know what the hell was wrong with him. He could be normal and could be psychotic. We’d never know because the fucker doesn’t talk. Hasn’t since our mother died. My father , his problem is that he acts as all of us are fucking normal and he buried our mother in our backyard instead of a cemetery like a normal person. And me, I guess I’m somewhat like my father, because I stay. And I know we’re not normal. But I don’t do anything about it. I’ve never left. None of us have. Because I think my father might go insane if he loses even a single bit more of our mother. So. Here I stay. 

She does have nice breasts. The girl. She’s is cute. Damien isn’t wrong about that.  Very cute. Her breasts aren’t big, but they’re decent for her approximately five foot nine frame. The sweater is tight. It clings to her figure. She has a gorgeous dip at her waist that flares out into the tight jeans that hug her hips.

“Wanna fuck her?” Damien whispers conspiratorially.  

“No.” I bite out and glare at him and he just smirks. 

I shake my head at him. 

“I’ll let you pick a hole first” he whispers. 

“God damn Damien , NOBODY is raping her.” I scold him. He frowns. 

“Youre no fun.” He huffs and I look to my father. Shaking my head. He already knows that one day Damien is gonna land himself in jail. And probably bring all of us down with him. Because he clearly has an issue with abducting fucking females.  It’s not like he can’t just go into a nearby town and pick one up. He’s a good looking guy. We all are. No. He has to fucking shoot them with tranquilizers like a psychopath and then molests them before they wake up and claims himself their hero before we make sure they get back to their cars by driving them to whatever lot they parked at when they started their hike. 

Dorian comes over and I just watch him as he stares at her. His hand reaching down. Picking up one of her braids. He strokes the plaits with his thumb. 

“You wanna bang her?” Damien asks Dorian. 

“Damien. Fucking, go somewhere” I growl at him and he scowls at me. 

“Why so you can have her to yourself?!” He snaps and my father places a hand on his shoulder. 

“Nobody. Is HAVING her. We talked about this Damien. You can’t keep-“

“Man! Fuck this! YOU ALWAYS GANG UP ON ME!!” He yells and shakes off my father’s hand and storms through the two floor cabin and up the stairs like a child. 

I look to Dahlia who is crossing her arms staring at the girl on our couch. Her eyes flick up to me and she blushes and looks away. She knows we all know why she’s really angry. She sees this abducted , innocent girl, and the attention she’s getting right now. And is angry. Because she wants it all to herself. 

“How long did it take the last one to wake up?” My father asks. 

“Few hours.” I say and then look back to the girl. I listen as Dahlia huffs and stomps away as well. My father looks at her go over his shoulder and then back to me. 

“I should go talk to her.” My father says and I say nothing. I just look at him. Because he knows I know. He knows I’ve seen them together. Treating her like more than his daughter. Not doing anything to stop Dahlias unhealthy obsession with us. And most definitely not doing anything to stop her obsession with him. 

He clears his throat and leaves the room. 

I watch Dorian drop her braid and then he lifts her upper body and sits and lays her head in his lap. 

“Don’t grow attached.” I say and he looks up at me silently for a few moments and then back down at her and strokes her forehead and grazes a finger along her cheek. Then his fingertip slips over her parted mouth. Over her full lower lip, and then traces it along her just as plump upper lip. My fingertips are jealous as I watch. She does have a nice mouth. One is enjoy using. Damien isn’t wrong. I do want to fuck her. So does Dorian. So does my father. Because we like pretty things. 

“As soon as she’s awake. We’ll take her back to her car.” I say and Dorian look up and towards the window. My eyes follow and there’s nothing but white. The blizzard has begun and there’s no way we’re going anywhere if it’s as bad as they predicted. Up to four feet of snow in twenty four hours. 

I shake my head and look at the girl. She’d be stuck here with us for days. Maybe a week. Maybe two weeks. Depending on the weather. More snow was expected to drop later in the week too. What the hell was she thinking hiking around here before a predicted storm? Doesn’t she watch the fucking weather? 

I walk over and sit back down in my chair and pick up my book. Trying to focus and trying to read as I sit with Dorian who keeps touching her face and her hair. 

I pretend not to notice when his hand goes to her neck and squeeze slightly and then pushes under the collar of her sweater and rests over her breast.

He was a loner. He never left the house. I was more willing to allow him to molest the poor girl that I was Damien. I roll my eyes and shake my head and don’t say a word as he rubs his hand over her breast and then the other. 

He sighs deeply and his hands slides out of her top and down over it and I watch as he slips his hand to them hem and lifts it. I shift in my seat. Ready to say something when he lifts her top and exposes a pink bra. I swallow as he pushes the cup down on one side and I clench my jaw at the glinting metal. The barbell that sits in her nipple. 

“Dorian. Stop that.” my fathers voice says and I jump and my father  looks at me. Cocking his brow. As if to say “Youre supposed to be the normal one, why didn’t you stop him? Are you a pervert like your brothers?” 

I push up out of the chair and take my book. 

“You can babysit the girl.” I mutter and go to room.