Page 5 of Unhinged Cain

I stared at the side of his perfectly tanned face and white, blonde hair and wondered if I ever actually liked him or if my hormones had simply seen an opportunity to ride a hot cock. The jury was still out on the subject.

“I’m sorry too,” I lied. “I’m tired and hungry, and you know how I get when I’m hungry.” I gave him my best make-your-dick-stand-at-attention look and bit my lip for added effect.

It worked. Peter had a one-track mind and looked down at the lump in his pants. Some people often referred to a person as having a one-track mind and meant it as a joke, but with Peter, it was a fact. It was like all he thought about was how big his office was going to be and how big his cock was. One time I’d caught him taking pictures of it in the full-length mirror as he flexed, and another time. I caught him filming himself doing the helicopter. He had more photos of his cock on his phone than I did.

Playing the part, I reached over with my free hand, squeezed his leg, and instantly saw the bulge thicken in his khakis.

“We better get you something to eat then,” Peter said and squirmed in his seat. “Don’t you think?” He looked at me and then at his pants like I couldn’t put together the sexual innuendo on my own.

Peter let go of my hand and spread his legs a little wider so I could get at his belt and zipper.

“Fuck,” Peter yelled and swerved hard, forcing my hand to smash into his crotch. He yelled again as my fist collided with his precious dick, his eyes bulging out of his head at the impact.

I screamed even though I had no idea what we were avoiding. At the last moment, I spotted a large, old tow truck with one dirty light flashing and a car up on the hoist.

Everything stood still as I stared out the window at the guy by the front of the truck. My heart jumped in my chest, and my body flushed hot when the man locked eyes with me. It was only a moment, just a second, really, and yet it felt like a lifetime. All my muscles clenched in places that had nothing to do with the swerving vehicle I was in and everything to do with the look in the man’s eyes. One word flashed in my mind, dangerous, but I still looked back for as long as possible until we could no longer see each other.

“What the fuck? What is a tow truck doing out here without all the bright lights and shit?” Peter used one hand and rubbed at his deflated cock. “That hurt. Did you have to punch me?”

Even though I knew it would piss Peter off, I couldn’t resist as I crossed my arms once more and stated the obvious. “You’re the one that swerved with my hand an inch from your crotch. Besides, maybe his lights just burned out too.”

CAIN

I backed the tow truck into the front of the garage and flicked off the engine. I sat and drummed my finger on the top of the steering wheel as I waited for the door to finish closing and was plunged into the complete black of the windowless space.

Eyes so unique and delectably different played through my mind. They very easily could be contacts or just a reflection from the dull lighting, but I didn’t think so. I couldn’t say why, but an unusual surge raced through my body as I locked eyes with those violet beauties. I didn’t have that color in my collection. They were like a rare gem and worth my time hunting down.

On the plus side, the elderly man I’d stopped to help actually got what he paid for and then proceeded to thank me enough to make a broken record seem less annoying. Thanks to my parents’ early demise and insurance policies, I didn’t need the money. But tax returns looked much better when you actually showed income from a business.

Getting out of the truck, I flicked the door closed on Petunia and made my way toward the interior house door. I didn’t need the light to find the handle. I’d memorized every room and noticed immediately when something had been moved. I’d spent an entire year with my eyes closed, pretending to be blind. My parents were aghast that I’d do such a thing, and the doctor called it a phase when they asked. In reality, I was training myself. The darkness was where I knew I was going to live, and now here I was with a talent that made it extremely easy to stalk my prey even when they thought they couldn’t be found.

The television was on as I pushed open the door. The unusual combination of a modern comedy mixed with screams was loud. Grabbing a pair of beers, I wandered into the rec room to find Abel laughing at a random sitcom on one television while jerking off to a video of one of our kills on a second television.

“Interesting combo,” I said dryly and handed over the beer.

“Couldn’t make up my mind.” He shrugged as he continued to work his cock. “In the end, I decided, why limit myself?”

I flopped down into my identical recliner beside him, my eyes flicking back and forth from one image to the other and hated to admit it, but the dual visuals were entertaining.

“Don’t make a mess on my floor. If you do, you can lick it up,” I said and leaned back to relax. “Didn’t Heather give you enough release for one night?”

“Meh, she was a cunt and just laid there. I only dribbled. You were right. She has no talent.”

I glanced at my brother’s face to see if he was joking, but he was fixated on the video, and I couldn’t tell.

“You gonna join? I can hold off until you’re ready,” Abel smiled wide as he let go of his prick and squeezed the armrests tight. “Oh yeah, get back down in those balls.” He made a sucking sound like he was reversing his come with his vacuum impression.

“You can continue. I’m not in the mood,” I said, even though that wasn’t entirely true. The pair of violet eyes were still bright in my mind, and the thought of them made my cock come alive and twitch in my pants.

Abel turned in his chair to look at me. One naked leg flung over the side of the armrest as he grabbed his cock and continued. “What’s the problem?”

My eyes danced from the screaming girl on one screen who was deliciously covered in blood to the colorful and smiling faces on the other screen and finally fell on my brother’s hand as it traveled the length of his shaft. His had a slight bend at the end, whereas mine was perfectly straight. Other than that, our cocks were identical to the rest of our bodies. They have the same length, same girth, and the same ability to fuck for a really long ass time.

“There is no problem,” I stated.

“You’re fuckin’ lyin’, man.” I tore my gaze away from my brother’s hand only to find the screaming girl, which continued to harden my shaft and make my jeans uncomfortable.

“I’m not lying, and I don’t have a problem.”