Chapter 11 Ethan
Ipractically shove Mr Wilson out the door of Nocturnal Mortuary. “Are you sure you’ll be alright locking up? I can stay?” He questions with soft eyes and I shake my head, already closing the door behind him.
“Go home, spend some time with your wife. You’ve had my back this whole time, now I wanna do the same for you.
” I say with a warm tone that I don’t recognise but it’s the truth, he’s always working late hours and deserves the time off, plus for what I have planned, I’d rather have this place to myself.
“But–”
“No buts. Just go. End of conversation.” I say with a firmer tone, his shoulders slack in defeat and he nods whilst fishing his car keys out of his coat pocket. “I always forget that you’re a grown man now and not a young lad.”
His words make me grimace but I quickly school my features and gesture for him to get into his car and go home, which after a couple of seconds he does.
The engine rumbles to life and he gives me one quick look through the rearview mirror then pulls out of the small carpark and onto the main road.
I stay stood in the doorway and watch his car leave.
Once it’s out of sight I close the heavy door behind me and slide the bolt into place and head straight into the autopsy room to collect what I need.
Grabbing the black holdall I left near the door, I place it onto the metal table and make quick work of grabbing a fresh needle and a small glass bottle of sedative. I’m not entirely sure why an autopsy room would need to sedate dead people but, I ain’t complaining.
With the items in hand, I place them into the bag with the roll of duct tape, a hammer, zip ties, gloves and a balaclava then zip it closed and head out towards the back of the building where a white van sits that we use for home collections.
It’s quite like click and collect, but for dead people.
I push open the back door and lock it behind me, then click the key fob to unlock the van.
Orange lights flash in the hazy evening light.
I pull open the door and chuck the bag on the passenger seat, then climb into the drivers side before starting the engine.
It rumbles to life and I make quick work of pulling out of the enclosed carpark and straight towards my destination.
Murder heavy on my mind.
Light rain trickles down the windscreen as I enter the run down cul-de-sac, overflowing bins and broken children’s toys line the front gardens of the box shaped houses and there, right at the end, sits my old home. It feels like nothing has changed, yet everything about this situation is different.
I’m not coming home to a loving family, straight out of prison. I’m coming home to finish what I started all those years ago. I’m taking the life of someone who should have taken my sister’s place in death.
I pull up to a stop in front of my old house and cut the engine.
Silence quickly floods the van like a tidal wave and I unzip the bag to grab the gloves and balaclava.
The items sit heavy in my hands and I have to sit with my thoughts for a moment.
It's not doubt that coils in my stomach, it’s the thought of feeling my sister’s soul inside that house.
It’s the thought of walking into her memories, her childhood, her life but the need to end the fucker who ruined my life outweighs the worry I have.
With my decision made, I slip the gloves over my hands and pull on the balaclava, successfully hiding my identity until the time is right then I grab the bag, exit the van and stride up towards the side door that I know is always left open, and enter into the deepest pits of hell where my demons are free to do whatever the fuck they like.
The smell of stale beer and sour piss smacks me straight in the face as I step into the kitchen, mouldy takeout boxes and empty beer bottles line the floor and I have to watch where I step in fear that I’ll catch some flesh eating disease from the shit that’s lying around everywhere.
Flies buzz around a leftover piece of chicken on the kitchen unit, the meat has a green tinge to it and tiny maggots slither between the soggy skin and bones.
I know eating my sister’s pussy was sick, but that is fucking disgusting.
Shivers trail over my shoulders and I turn my nose up at the sight then move on into the connecting living room where the mess seems to be never ending.
It practically floods the kitchen and flows into the living room, so much so that I can no longer see the stained carpet that used to lay underneath.
Shards of glass crunch under my boots but it’s not enough to wake the sleeping monster who snores heavily in the chair in front of me.
I can just about see the top of his balding head where I stand, the glow of the TV turns it into a shining beacon that’s asking for me to crack it open with my hammer like an egg, but I won’t.
Not just yet, there’s something I need to see first before the fun begins.
With quiet steps, I make my way over to the bottom of the stairs and place the bag on the first step then head up, already feeling the pull of my sister’s ghost. It tangles its way around my heart like barbed wire and digs in until I’m bleeding from the inside out.
Each step feels harder than the last and before I know it, I’m standing in front of Alina’s bedroom, wishing that she’d be sat in front of her mirror but she isn’t.
She’s not fucking here, but I am and I hate it. I hate it so fucking much that sometimes I wish it was me that ran out in front of that car. That I was the one whose body was splattered across the road. Instead I’m stuck in this purgatory for the rest of my days.
I close my eyes for a moment and grip the wooden door frame tightly until it creaks under the pressure.
I can’t let her slip under my skin like this.
I need a clear head for what I need to do, so I shove her memory into a box and step into the room, noticing everything is still exactly the same as it was when I found her in that tight little nun’s outfit.
I could have ravaged her then, taken her virgin cunt in front of the mirror, my hand twisted deeply into her blonde hair.
She’d scream my name so that every fucker on this street would know who she belonged to. I’d have a claim over her, entirely.
Immediately my cock pitches a tent in my pants and I palm the hard length over the fabric, feeling it grow thicker beneath my touch.
A harsh groan leaves my throat at the sensation and I lean over to grip the dressing table in front of me.
The wood groans from my punishing grip as I rub myself over my pants.
Pleasure has my blood blooming to life and I’m aching to fucking come.
My sickening reflection stares back at me in the mirror, an entity I don’t even recognise taunts me like a sick dream and almost immediately my image changes to Alina’s. She’s spread eagle on her bed, fingers deep inside her wet pussy.
“I want you to fuck me, big brother.” She moans as her greedy pussy eats up her fingers and I groan at the sight, my mouth watering with need.
Lifting my hand from the dressing table, I press it against the mirror and the reflection ripples like water.
“Alina..” I moan out with my other hand gripping my cock tightly over my pants.
“Don’t deny me, Ethan. I know you want this.”
“I.. I do. I want you so fucking much.” I whimper, my fingers pressing hard against the mirror.
I watch with intent as she slips her fingers out of her sopping cunt and trails them up over her stomach towards her hard nipples where she tugs at them, heavy moans slipping freely from her parted mouth.
In the reflection, Alina palms her round tits then drops her head back between her shoulders in harrowing pleasure. “Please, Ethan. I’m begging you.” She moans before bringing her hypnotic gaze back to me, catching me in her trap and in that moment, I’m exactly where I want to be. With my sister.
My hand slips away from the mirror and I back away from it until the back of my legs hit the bed and I fall backwards onto my ass.
With legs spread wide I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock.
A hiss slips through my gritted teeth as I stroke myself, keeping my gaze locked on the mirror in front of me.
Alina scrambles from her position and straddles my thighs, blonde waves cascading down her back.
My hand reaches for her thighs but she swats me away with a giggle.
“Ah, ah, ah. Let me have control, big brother.” She taunts with a sinful grin and I nod, giving everything over to her. I watch in the mirror as she rises on her knees and slips her hand around my cock, squeezing the thick length until I’m panting like a desperate dog.
“Please.. Alina. I’ve been patient. Please, let me have you.
” I beg like a desperate bitch and she dips her hand towards her pussy and spreads herself open before sliding her wet heat over my throbbing cock.
Inch by inch, my sister’s ghost takes me inside her and I can feel my chest threatening to crack wide open from the sensations she’s pulling out of me.
It takes her a moment to get used to my size but once she’s all the way down, she rises again and I watch with a slack mouth and hazy eyes as her greedy pussy eats my cock in the mirror.
Thick, creamy juice coats my cock. I fist the dusty bedsheets between my fingers and moan without shame as my little sister rides me.
“Make me come, little sister. Fuck me until all I feel is you.” I murmur through bated breaths and she picks up speed, crushing her pussy onto me.
I feel her walls tighten around my length then she throws her head back in ecstasy as she comes all over me, and I follow suit.
My dick practically explodes inside of her and tremors wrack my body as I feel my cum coat her soft walls.