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If a masked stranger presses a screwdriver to your throat and tells you to run, what do you do?
I watch him take the black one and write down one word that makes no sense. Mine
I did go to my friend’s house the other night, but I snuck out when everyone fell asleep, and instead of climbing in my own window, I climbed right into Malachi’s. But that’s a normal thing siblings do, right?
Spiders give me chills. Small ones that run across your room floor, dangle from the ceiling, or casually chill on your face while you sleep are bad enough, but the hairy thing in that box isn’t just a little spider—it’s red and black and hairy and looks like it might eat me.
Malachi: Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.
“Do you have any piercings?” Silly question, considering his face is clear, his ears have none, and I don’t think he has any nipple— Yes. I frown, my eyes raking over him. “What? Where?”
No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.
“I think I’d do anything you asked of me,” I reply, chewing the inside of my cheek, hoping I don’t sound idiotic. “Under the condition that it stayed a secret.” Oh God. Was that wrong? Oh shitting God.
But you are my sister. My dirty little sister who’s going to touch herself in front of me. Show your big brother what you sound like when you come.
Don’t silence me like that, he signs furiously. Don’t ever fucking silence me, Olivia
Stop saying that. We aren’t blood related. You aren’t my real sister, so what’s the goddamn problem?
He nods, and I hum, twisting my wrist as I reach his engorged head, faltering when I feel the faint piercing there. More than one actually. “Did they hurt?” I ask him, tracing my fingertip up the metal bars on the underside of his cock. Like a ladder to the tip. No, he signs. Knees. Now.
I smile as I let out a puffed laugh. “Make me.”
He signs, I wonder what he’d think if he knew his precious daughter was the one sucking his son’s cock like the filthy little fucking whore she is.
Go kiss your future husband, little sister. And when you do, you better think about me and all the ways I’ll fuck you in his blood.
This is the guy Mom paid to fuck me. My father’s business partner’s idiotic son. My potential future husband. Yack. I have no interest in him—I’d rather kiss a poisonous frog. Or maybe Malachi’s spider Spikey?
“Malachi, grab your baseball bat and meet me in the garage.” “Oh, he already got them.” Dad stops, turning. “What?” “They’re all dealt with.” I got them, Dad, Malachi signs, and my eyes widen. He never talks to him. Ever. Never mind calling him Dad. It hits my father, and I can tell he wants to hug my brother, but he won’t. “Good one, son. If any cops show up, I’ll deal with them.” He gestures to the stairs. “Go shower. You’re covered in blood, and it’s staining your mother’s carpets.”
Malachi Vize, innocent only for me, on his knees for his sister, looking like I own him. I do own him.
after our mother. Come to my room when you get home later. My smile is blinding, and I bite my lip like my high-school crush is flirting with me. I glance around to make sure no one can see and lift to my tiptoes, giving him a chaste kiss. “We’ll move on to our next lesson,” I whisper. “And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”
He punches the ground next to my head, and my body seizes. Say you love me. Say you feel the fucking same way I do about you!
Because I can’t talk? Because I can’t tell you how fucking breathtaking you are every second of every day? Because I can’t breathe without being near you? Someone like me… I’m different—I can’t be normal for you. I can’t defend you without using my fists or my bat, and I can’t touch you at the same time as telling you that you’re everything to me. I can’t whisper sweet nothings into your mouth and I can’t fucking marry you because not only am I your brother, but I’m defective.
Believe me or don’t, but you’re the only person in my life, and you always have been. And when you take your last breath, or I take mine, that won’t fucking change. You. Are. Mine. My goddamn property, do you understand?
“I’ll give you a head start.” My voice is rough, but I somehow manage to say those words without stuttering or overthinking the articulation of each syllable. I tip my head towards the cornfield. “Run, little stranger.”
Then I pull my fingers out and walk behind her to kneel, parting her ass cheeks with my hands and using the wetness from her cum to lube up her puckered hole. It’s staring right at me, like it wants to have a conversation, so I silence it by burying my tongue inside.
It’s official. I, Malachi Vize, hereby swear to be an ass man now. Forever and always, I will gratify my needs by burying my cock in my sister’s tight back hole.
Her orgasm hits, and I can feel it in her ass. It gets tighter, so much so I fear my dick might get stuck or snap in half, but that’s fine. I’d gladly die here.
I never went near Anna. I didn’t kiss her, and I definitely didn’t fuck her. Olivia was my first—she’s the only person I’ve ever been with. I tried to tell Olivia, but she kept grabbing my hands when I was signing, and I couldn’t say her name, never mind all those words. She slapped me, yelled at me, then I got sensory overload and snapped.
“The itsy bitsy spider,” I whisper against her ear, sliding in and out of her cunt. “Climbed up the waterspout.” My tone is surprisingly good, considering. Maybe it’s the fact I’m distracted by my body pressed against hers, or the way her pussy clutches at my cock as I keep thrusting, her breaths gasping out of her in both fear and pleasure. “Down came the rain,” I say slowly, biting my lip and groaning as I get deeper into her depths. “And washed… the spider… out.” “Oh God,” she moans, the chains rattling as she pulls at them just as my little furry friend crawls up into her hair. “Out came
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Her widening gaze flicks between both of my eyes,
“Malachi?”
Mesmerized. Like she hasn’t seen me in over eight years. I mean, she hasn’t, but I expected her to scream at me to get off her or hit me, to curse at me for what I’ve done—not to do… this. She’s tracing my facial features. I’m letting her. Instead of making her pay for ruining nearly a decade of my life, I’m letting her touch me so freely, and I love it. I’m all warm and tingly and I… like it.
“Are you really asking me that? Because I don’t love you. I’m… We… No, Malachi.” “Y-You don’t lo-love me?” I stutter the words, but I don’t fucking care. She’s a liar. She’s lying, and I refuse to fucking take it.
“I’m so, so sorry I didn’t protect you. I should have told everyone what you meant to me, and I didn’t. I was scared of the backlash, and everyone said you were vulnerable and that you were sick, that your obsession with me was down to you wanting to own something—someone. Me. And I was scared they were right.” She sniffs some more. “I want to know if anything was ever real for you. Any of it. If you tell me you love me, that I mean the world to you, then I’ll admit that I feel the exact same. Because I do, Malachi. I love you so much it hurts.”
I stay against the wall, my hands behind me, and try to think of everything possible to make her stay. Willingly. I want Olivia to choose me. Please choose me. Nobody ever chooses me.
“I mean, I was with with him.” I need to at least keep it PG, since my teen sister is listening in and she isn’t aware of the ins and outs of his imprisonment. Not fully. “And I don’t regret one second of it.” Her eyes widen. “What?” she sputters, looking for her words. “He nearly killed your father. You’re engaged. He’s… he’s your brother, Olivia!” “I’m aware of our position and what he’s done,” I grit. “He lost control. I won’t defend him for attacking Dad, but we aren’t related by blood, so no laws have been broken. You can’t stop me from loving him.” God, that felt so good to say. A weight
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Malachi has been the one for me since forever. He’s my forever. My heaven and hell.
“Olivia?” So clear. So clear and pure and full of love.
“You’re mine, Malachi. You’re mine and I’m yours and I love you more than words can explain. Please forgive me. Please. I want you. I want to be with you, build a life with you, and make memories with you. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side. I want you to chase me through these woods and take me against a tree. I want everything you have to give. All of it. Everything. Because I choose you. I—”
“I dare you,” I tease. “I dare you to chase me and make me beg for it.”
Malachi groans and snatches my jaw, pressing a harsh kiss to my mouth before shoving me back, grinning and gesturing to the woods. “Run, little stranger.”
“I found you,” I whisper against her ear. “I’m never letting you go now.” I tear more at her dress, making the material fall down her legs and pool at her feet. “You’re mine.” “And you’re mine,” she breathes, pushing her ass against me.
I glare at the engagement ring on her finger. I snatch her wrist and pull the piece of junk off, scowling at it. “The only time you ever wear a ring like this is when I put one there, do you understand?” She nods. “Yes.”
“Are you sorry?” She nods. “I am. I’m so, so, so sorry. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
“Will you marry me?” “Yes,” she moans as I push into her, feeling her walls strangling my cock, her orgasm still lingering. “Yes. A million times yes. We’ll find a way.”
I kiss her—the only girl I’ve ever imagined giving my heart to. It might be a little black, a little jagged around the edges, and my mind might be a little wild, but she owns them.
And guess fucking what? I got her back. She chose me. Olivia actually chose me, and I intend to keep her.
