Little Stranger (The Web of Silence Duet, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

I’m starting to realize that I might have a crush on Malachi—the world needs to eat me up and spit me into space because what the hell?

Then I stop, freezing in place with my eyes wide—did I just… grind my ass against my sleeping brother’s dick?

“Do you see me as your sister?” Without looking at me, he lifts his free hand and signs one last thing before falling asleep. You’re mine.

Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.

Malachi: Was my baby sister jealous? I grimace and shut my screen off—then glance over to see him silently laughing, smiling, his dimples poking inwards. I mouth, Asshole, when our eyes connect.

No. You were mine when we were kids, and you’re mine now. You’ll always be mine.

Is he going to fuck me? Am I about to be fucked by my big brother?

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?

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.

He gets turned on by me calling him my brother? Is that… allowed? Wrong? I don’t think I really care.

Malachi Vize, innocent only for me, on his knees for his sister, looking like I own him. I do own him.

Malachi: Since you’re teaching me everything else, will you teach me how to say your name? I might fuck the pronunciation up a few times, but I want to know how to say it.

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?

They don’t care that she’s engaged—to my own fucking dismay—yet I’m shocked it took this long for Mom to nail her down to someone. Adam turned out to be gay, Parker still can’t walk properly, and all the other suitors she’s had over the past six months have mysteriously vanished from existence. You’re fucking welcome, Olivia. They weren’t enough for you. No one is except me.

He interrupted my meal—maybe now he’ll know better than to take away my food, the fucking asshole.

I read over it, shaking my head at my idiotic younger self. Words like “missing you” and “I didn’t think it was possible to be without you, and now there’s a huge wall between us” and “will you visit me? I’m sorry for yelling at court” and my least favorite, a very dark time for me, “I’m not comfortable around these people. They call me a weirdo like the kids at school did because I won’t talk. Please don’t leave me in here,” yet she didn’t reply, even when my letters grew more desperate. No reply. Not to this letter, or the one after, or the fifty-odd after that.

Keeping my seed inside her is a must—I’ve imagined it too many times to be healthy. I don’t want to get her pregnant—fuck that—but I like the idea of her being full of my cum.

My dear sister should be meeting her future husband tomorrow, but it’s a shame she’ll be sucking her brother’s dick instead.

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. And I guess I saw red and ruined it all.

“You w-were my first. I pr-promise. My… first and… my only.”

Malachi has been the one for me since forever. He’s my forever. My heaven and hell.

I’ve accepted I’m sick, because I fucking love when she calls me her brother while she’s taking my cock like the best little sister there is.

“Yours. You promise you won’t run away again? I’ll chase you.”

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.