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

by Leigh Rivers

He points to the revolving doors then offers me his hand.

Idk bout this

Grabbing me to make me look up at him, he does something with his hands again then points at himself. When I still have no idea what he’s doing, he points to his mouth and shakes his head—then points to my mouth and nods. “You can’t talk?”

We gotta learn sign language dude

“And you,” he snaps at the boy. “You’re on a strike, little man. Two more, and your ass is going to another new home. You’re Malachi Vize now, and the Vizes don’t step out of line, so get used to it.”

Ok dad... Youre an ass

Except spiders—they creep me out.

I have bad news

All he does is smirk, then he reaches for a strand of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Do you want to smell it? It smells like strawberries!” He brings my hair to his nose and inhales, closing his eyes. I freeze when he pulls me in for a hug. It’s a big hug. He’s holding the back of my head to his chest and sniffing my hair. I giggle when he brushes his fingers through it.

What are we doing

Mine.

You are a child

Well, he signed “no” because he still doesn’t talk. Mom said it’s selective—he chooses not to speak, and hasn’t since he was five years old. I’m not sure why; my dad said he’d explain when I’m older.

And I don’t think he likes Dad very much. Malachi ran out of his office with a black eye the other day.

Hate that

I turn my cheek and point at the other one. He kisses that, then I point at my forehead, and he kisses that too. When I point to my nose, he kisses my lips, and I freeze. Pulling back, I stare at him, wide-eyed. “Mom told me not to let boys kiss me! You’re a boy!” I’m your brother, so I’m allowed.

Uh oh

Malachi leans down and sniffs my hair, just like he does every day, then sits on my bed and signs, Where are you going?

Still sniffing?

He gets up from my bed, and I gasp as he grabs my hair and pulls my head back. Taking my cheek with his other hand, he swipes the sticky lip gloss across my mouth with his thumb.

Sir..

And for some reason, I’m stuck in a trance too as he grabs my chin, pulling my hair hard enough that I hiss, yet I don’t fight him or tell him to stop. A part of me wants him to tug harder—I want him to… something. What’s happening?

Hormones

I don’t remember much of my life before being here, but I do remember how my body felt when I went days without food; when my drug addict of a mother let men in and out the house; the way my baby brother stopped crying forever. He lay there in his crib for days before child services burst in and found his decaying body cradled in my arms.

omg thats so so sad

Imagine another one of him in the house? I would go insane. I love him, I really do, but I have strange thoughts about him sometimes. When my fingers slip between my thighs or when I’m kissing someone else, it’s shameless how many times his face has been at the forefront of my mind when I find my orgasm.

Oops

No. Furious. “Oh, sorry, I was just talking to—” He slams Adam’s head into the wall with enough force that I cringe at the cracking sound. Once, twice, three times, and blood splatters as Adam goes limp

Well thats not good

“What conditions?” I ask, and she gives me a warm smile. “One condition. We promise Olivia to Adam.” Malachi’s hands fist, and Dad’s eyes widen.

Thats fucked up

Mom shakes her head. “He was diagnosed at fifteen, sweetheart. And… your father and I think that, maybe, we should ask him to leave now that he’s nineteen and at an age to support himself.”

Wow

He’s possessive of me because I’m his sister, not because he wants to fuck me into next week.

I think two things can be the same at once

He told me that night, while we watched a movie, that he was going to find a tattoo gun and put his name on my thigh, then continued to grab it and make me squeal as he started tickling me. I ended up frustrated and crushing my thighs together while we watched a movie. Totally normal sibling behavior.

Completely

Sick, I’m so fucking sick. He isn’t meaning to do it, but here I am, horny and wanting my brother to press his cock between my legs again. And the way it felt? He’s well endowed, that’s for sure.

Pretty sure he means it

I want to slide his hand upwards, to press his thick fingers to my clit, to feel his touch—am I insane?

Probably

I flatten my lips and lie back. “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.

As foretold

didn’t touch him—not really. I grazed my fingers over the soft skin, felt him twitch as I wrapped my fingers around his girth, and yanked myself away when he shifted. But

Thats touching

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

Welp

He smirks, the dimple indenting deep. 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.

Jeebus

He wasn’t my first. Parker was. Dad’s business partner’s entitled, pain-in-the-ass son—offered no argument when they told us to go to the room together. In fact, he asked for money first, and Mom being Mom, she paid him to take my virginity.

Thats fucked

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.

Ok...

One of his friends stands. “Parks!” he cheers. “Think your girl will suck me off?” He laughs. “Probably. She’s easy enough.” My face falls, and I pull away from him. “What the fuck?” Faking a pout, he nips my chin. “Don’t act all innocent. I bet if I told you to, you’d suck every single one of us off.”

EXCUSE ME. Go Rosalie on these assholes

A hand knotted in my hair stops me. “I have three more hours with you, so do as you’re fucking told.” Parker spins me round and slaps me across the face with the back of his hand, sending a searing burn across my cheek. My hair falls over my face, and I look up at him. He just… hit me.

Woah ok let Malachi get him

“Unless you want the world to know your mom sold your virginity to me for five grand, I’d open those pretty little lips of yours and stick out your tongue,” Parker whispers against my ear. “Sit your pretty ass down while I grab us drinks.”

Fuck allllll of them

Malachi is sitting against my sink, silently watching me. His knuckles are all split open and bleeding, and he keeps fisting his hands and rubbing his face as he shakes his head. He broke Parker’s legs with his bat and shoved the handle of the bat down one of the other’s throats, dislocating their jaw and making them vomit blood.

Jesus!!

“I’m afraid that’s not your decision, big brother.” He groans and closes his eyes, signing, Don’t call me that right now. “Why?” I ask when he keeps his eyes closed. Because I want to do things to you, and you calling me that makes me want to do even dirtier things to your mouth.

Uh… grr? Im conflicted

I say, “Get on your knees for your little sister, Malachi.”

Slut. I mean slut. No sorry slut.

Dad’s fixing his tie while saying, “There’s an open day at the firm next week. I was going to ask if you wanted to come with your brother.” Oh, those words. Yes, I would love to come with my brother. Maybe he’ll take me somewhere on his motorbike and eat me out on it. Or better, bend me over it?

Maam

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.

Ill cry

He hasn’t spoken a word once since coming to live with us—but he wants to say my name. What does that mean?

Use your brain

Is there something wrong with me?

Yes dear but we're all cracked

No. I think Malachi would be mortified if I ever told him the things going on in my head—it felt bad enough putting his hand to my throat, even if the way he robbed me of air made me even wetter.

No i think he digs it

“Are you coming to Abbi’s party tonight?” I hear one of the girls ask. “I heard she invited loads of guys.” “I have my eyes on someone,” someone else replies. “Do you think Malachi Vize will be there?” “The hot mute guy? Looks like he wants to murder everyone while giving off big dick energy?”

Do yall not realize hus sister is right there…

“Oh, Anna! I have a question about the mute. Did you fuck him a few months ago at the party? And if so, does he moan?”

Omg yall

He tries to communicate with his hands again, but I stop him, grabbing his fingers to halt whatever he’s going to say. It’s the worst, most belittling way to treat him, to silence his only way of talking, but I don’t care. He hurt me, and I don’t want to hear his side.

Yeah kinda shitty

And that dark little voice in my head enjoys it too. I shove at his chest again and again and again, until he snatches my wrists and pushes me into the wall. His mouth opens, as if he’s trying to say something, his lips shaping, no sound coming from them until he’s whispering, “Ol… Ol… N-N…”

Girl! Hes trying to talk

“And apparently neither are you!”

Do you consider the girls lied?

I’m out of your life, you miss this sight, because as soon as you finish down my throat and I swallow all your big brotherly cum,

Well hated that

He groans inaudibly and reaches down, unbuttoning them and yanking them harshly down. He hauls them off my legs and tosses them behind him, making them fly down the grand staircase we’re at the top of.

Now wait a damn minute! Dsds coming home and where is mom????

“Angel?”

This is what im saying!!!? Yall are so stupir

Your daughter tastes fucking delicious, he signs. Too bad she’s all mine.

I shooketh as they say in the olden days

Against my inner turmoil, and the fear that my dad might be dying, my pussy aches for him. It’s vile and wrong and sick, but I need him inside me.

This is truly fucking insane…

“Harder,” I moan, ashamed that I’m loving the feel of his cock filling me up. “Go harder, Malachi.”

Idk how to handle this.........

“Are you going to make me come on my big brother’s cock?” I whisper.

You are just as insane as he is or crazier!