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

by Leigh Rivers

If a masked stranger presses a screwdriver to your throat and tells you to run, what do you do?

Malachi: Don’t make it obvious. Me: Why do you want to hold my hand? Malachi: Do I need a reason? Give me your hand, or I’ll tell Mom you touched my dick while I was asleep.

Me: You were awake? Malachi: I’m always awake. Give me your fucking hand.

Is it weird that I like it when he’s angry and beating people up for me?

Should I be looking at my brother’s dick like it’s my favorite meal? Probably not.

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.

I don’t smoke—I hate it—but for some reason, I like it when he does.

When a hot guy does it, it's just so damn sexy

The depravity going through my mind right now… I like things that are frowned upon. I have fantasies I return to again and again, and my pursuer always has the same face.

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.

Because I want to do things to you, and you calling me that makes me want to do even dirtier things to your mouth.

“And I want to hear your voice while I’m bouncing all over your cock, big brother.”

“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?”

“So you’re still screwing him? Give us details! Is he big? Dominant? Does he carve a satanic mark into your body with sheep’s blood while he fucks you?”

“I hope when you see others on their knees for you, you see me, your innocent baby sister, with your cock in her mouth. I hope when 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, you’re going to pack all your shit and leave.”

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?

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

My body lunges forward each time Malachi thrusts into me, and I feel so dirty for enjoying it. I’m enjoying my brother fucking me on top of my father’s limp body.

Would now be a bad time to be reading this on the bus

finding his own release as he fills me with each drop of his forbidden cum.

So, being the ever-loving big brother that I am, I intend to bring all her fucked-up fantasies to life while she begs for my forgiveness.

Well, little sister, no need to look for me anymore. I’m right here, and I intend to stick around until I’ve broken you.

She’s hasn’t even met the fucker. Mom seems to be giving her some time before the wedding is booked. A wedding I’ll blow the fuck up if it goes ahead. I’ll make sure I kill my dad this time, and I’ll strangle Mom with his intestines and force Olivia to marry me instead, then I’ll cage the bitch and feed her my cock when she’s hungry.

We spend a lot of time together, me and my sister; she just doesn’t know about it.

Mom knew I hated sharks, but she bought me it anyway. Fuck her too. I drew a mustache on her picture, but Olivia has yet to notice.

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

After reading in her journal that she would love to be taken while unconscious, I’ve been tempted to fuck her in her drugged-up state, to ram my cock in her ass too, but I want her eyes on me—I want her lucid, watching me fucking take what she took away from me.

Babies are just reincarnations of the devil in my opinion, so I have no desire to ever become a father. I’d be terrible anyway. I wouldn’t ever want a miniature version of me stealing my attention from my sister. I’m an asshole—why would I want another one of me?

I sit forward and open up my search bar, hunting to see if there’s any way to perform a hysterectomy safely at home, but I fail to find a single article. I huff and lean my elbow on the desk, fist to my temple, and wonder if I can drug the guy and hire a doctor to snip him.

She rolls her eyes and checks her apples—always ten, but I eat one daily, just to annoy her more.

My girl wants me. She wants to be fucked while sleeping.

Turning on my side, I open her drawer and pull out her journal. Total invasion of privacy, but it allows me to see into her head without needing to split open her skull and inspect her brain with a magnifying glass.

Mmmhmm, go away, Olivia, before I crush your windpipe. Or worse, fuck you in public with your stupid basket of fruit rolling down the street.

Olivia: What do you do then? I drug my sister nearly every night, cuddle her in her unconscious state, clean her apartment, and one time, I stuck my cock in her. I probably shouldn’t say that though.

She’s not smiling at herself in the mirror as she inspects her art—because that’s what Olivia Vize is, a piece of fucking art I want to own. I do own. She just doesn’t know it yet.

I think I’m taking the Halloween spirit too seriously. I’ll turn into a fucking vampire if I keep drinking her blood.

She’s quite the masochist, and I love it, because I think I’m a sadistic bastard.