AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is a fantasy. The character of Emilia is a real person with a very extreme fetish. This story was written for her enjoyment. Many readers will not share this particular fetish and may find it shocking or offensive. If extreme rape and murder do not appeal to you, please do not read any further.
This story does not have a happy ending. This is a story of a very violent and tragic crime. The real life Emilia enjoyed this story very much. Maybe you will too.
Emilia’s heart skipped when she saw his car pull in front of her apartment building. She immediately ran to the door, stopping in front of the mirror as she passed it. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail as it usually was, but she adjusted it until it hung just right. She smoothed her hands across her skirt before she made her way to the door and awaited his knock.
When she heard it, she opened the door with a relieved smile.
“I’m so glad you made it!” she declared, wrapping her arms around her brother. He returned the embrace with only a fraction of the enthusiasm.
“Thanks for having me,” Thomas said, and dropped his luggage dejectedly to the floor.
“Ooh, let me get that for you.” Emilia picked up the fallen suitcase, and carried it off to her bedroom.
Thomas staggered to the kitchen and collapsed into a chair at the table. He perked up at the smell of frying beef emanating from nearby.
“Did you make...”
“Burritos! Your favorite!” Emilia said, quickly returning to the room. With a plastic serving spoon, she scooped the frying meat into a tortilla, sprinkled it with shredded cheese and rolled it up. She placed the burrito on a plate and placed it in front of her exhausted brother.
“Em, you shouldn’t have.”
“What do you mean? My twin brother is staying with me for a whole weekend! Of course I’m going to pamper you!”
She rested her hands on his shoulders and gently massaged his back and neck. Thomas sighed.
“I’m just-” he stopped, and changed gears. “Thanks, Em.”
“You’re welcome.” She giggled.
Thomas took a bite of his burrito and looked around the apartment. “Where are your roomies?”
“Oh, Katharina’s on vacation, and Leonie’s staying with her parents for the holiday. It’ll be just us two for the weekend!”
Thomas shrugged. “I suppose that’s good.” He took another bite of his dinner.
Emilia kneaded his tense muscles and rubbed her thumbs up and down his spine. She’d hoped Thomas would have been in better spirits than this, even in spite of the circumstances.
“So, how’s Sarah?” Emilia asked.
“Good,” he answered quickly. “She called me right before I got here. She’s safe. They’ll never find her.”
Emilia sighed in relief. The thought hadn’t escaped her that her brother was fearing for his girlfriend’s life, but the knowledge that he would be staying with her for an entire weekend had somewhat monopolized her thoughts. She considered that perhaps it was time to show a bit more sensitivity to his situation.
“Do- do you really think he wants to hurt Sarah? I mean, for real? I mean, it’s possible he just wants to scare you, right?”
Thomas dropped his fork.
“Em, I watched Krause cut a man’s hand off for fuck’s sake. And all that guy did was steal from him. Krause is in prison for life because of me. Yes, I really think he’ll hurt Sarah just to get back at me.”
Emilia edged away from her brother, already regretting trying to make him feel better.
“Okay. I believe you. Just remember, you can stay here as long as you want. I want you safe, too.”
Thomas pushed his plate away from him.
“I’m done,” he said.
Emilia looked at her brother’s mostly uneaten burrito with disappointment.
“Okay. We’ll have leftovers for tomorrow.” She took Thomas’s plate and wrapped it up before placing it into the refrigerator.
The siblings spent the evening on the couch watching a movie, but to Emilia’s dismay, Thomas checked his phone every five minutes for texts from Sarah. She rested her head upon her brother’s lap, enjoying the warmth of his body while he tapped away on the phone he held just above her head.
“What’s she saying?” Emilia finally asked.
“She just texted me the address where she’s staying. I want to go visit her tomorrow.”
Emilia sat up. “You sure that’s a good idea? What if they’re following you?”
Thomas scoffed. “If they’re following me, they’d have broken in here by now. Krause’s men probably assume I’d be going with her.”
Emilia knew that should have made her feel better, but she made a mental note to double check the locks on the doors before she went to sleep that night.
When the movie was over, Emilia got up, and Thomas proceed to inspect the couch for comfort.
“So, does this couch pull out, or do I need to sleep on it as is?”
“Don’t be silly! You can sleep in my bed!”
Thomas shook his head. “No, I don’t want to displace you. It’s your bed.”
Emilia shrugged. “Let’s sleep together then. There’s room.”
“If- you want.” He thought for a moment whether there was anything wrong with sharing a bed with a woman who was not his girlfriend. Surely there was no problem if the woman was his sister, right? There couldn’t be.
“Okay. If you don’t mind.”
Emilia giggled. Not only did she not mind, she was positively elated. She hadn’t slept in a bed with her brother since they were children. As far as she was concerned, the two of them were far overdue.
As they prepared for bed, Emilia pulled the sheets down as Thomas removed his shirt. She tried to divert her eyes, but felt her gaze drawn towards his well-sculpted muscles. Despite his thin frame, he’d certainly built himself up nicely with his years of kick boxing.
Thomas slid into bed as Emilia changed into a silky nightgown. He had to admit, his sister was pretty. Like Sarah, she was thin and fit. He tried not to stare at his sister’s body too much as his thoughts drifted back to his girlfriend.
Emilia turned out the bedside lamp, and the siblings rested their heads upon their pillows. Before long, the pair was fast asleep.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but Emilia awoke with surprise. Something was touching her. Thomas’s hand was on her hip. Not just resting there. He was gently rubbing her there. Slowly, his hand was gliding up her hip and down her thigh. Then back up again. Up her nightgown.
She froze. She didn’t know what he was doing, or why he was doing it. She just knew that she enjoyed it.
She could hear Thomas moaning behind her. Sensually, his voice hummed, while his fingers worked his way underneath her panties and he gently caressed her bottom.
“Ooh, Sarah,” he mumbled to himself.
Emilia stayed quiet. Thomas was asleep. He didn’t know what he was doing. But Emilia would not stop him. She lay completely still, even as Thomas tugged on her panties and slowly edged them downwards.
How far would he go? Emilia had heard of sleepwalking, but she’d never heard of anyone sleep sexing. She’d heard one should never awaken a sleepwalker. She assumed the same had to be true of a sleep sexer. She lifted her abdomen off the mattress to better allow her brother to peel off her panties. He worked them down to the middle of her thighs before she lay her bottom back upon the mattress.
His hand creeped across the front of her thigh, and then to the inner side, where his fingers gently grazed her labia.
Emilia’s heart raced. She’d imagined her brother doing this to her countless times throughout her adolescence. Now it was happening. He didn’t know he was doing it, but it was happening nonetheless. She couldn’t stop him. She was far too excited to interrupt his activity now.
Gently, his fingers worked their way between her labia, and he softly rubbed her clitoris. Emilia rested her hands on her breasts and gently squeezed them while she enjoyed what her sleeping brother was doing to her.
His fingers were becoming wet with her juices, and it still didn’t stop him. She wondered in that brief moment what would happen when he awoke. Would he know this had transpired? Should she stop him now before things go too far?
She couldn’t. It felt too good. And she hoped he wouldn’t know a thing when he awoke.
Faster and faster he fingered her privates. Emilia’s breathing quickened. Softly, she moaned, louder than she intended. She hoped she wouldn’t wake him.
“Ooh, Sarah,” he repeated. Emilia hoped she was not doing anything to alert her brother’s unconscious mind that she was not Sarah. She lay as still as she could, but his fingering was driving her to orgasmic pleasure.
She moaned louder, and Thomas only fingered her faster. Her body shook, and she pulled her nightgown down so her breasts were exposed. Sensually she squeezed her small mounds and pinched her nipples as she felt her excitement grow.
“Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...”
“Ooooohhhhhh,” Emilia emitted a loud moan, and Thomas jumped with a start.
“What?” he snapped.
Thomas’s eyes went wide with a horrifying realization. His hand lingered on his sister’s privates for a split second longer than he knew he should have, before quickly ripping it away. He sat upright.
“Oh my God,” he said.
Emilia quickly put her breasts back into her nightgown, and sat up beside him. He looked at her in horror.
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