“Go find your sister,” he demanded as he pulled out his phone. I stormed into the house ran upstairs. I knew Laney more than anyone, if she’d survived, she was in her closet. Her door was locked. I shook my head and threw myself against the door.
“Did you find her?” Dad yelled up the stairs.
“I can’t get the door open!”
Quickly, Dad joined me and pulled out his wallet. He slid a credit card down the slit to unlock it and shoved it open. Only, there was resistance.
“Delaney?” Dad yelled, panicked. “Delaney, it’s daddy. We’re here to save you. Are you okay?”
“Daddy?” A small sound came from across the room. “Is Priest with you?”
My heart soared as I heard her voice. She was okay.
“Yes, sweetie, he’s right here next to me. I’m going to push the door open and you need to stay out of the way, okay?” All of the furniture her tiny body could move had been shoved against the door. The moment we were inside, Laney flew across the room from her closet and threw herself into my arms.
“It’s okay.” I hugged her tightly as we cried. “Everyone is okay.”
“Not everyone.” Dad sighed. I glared at him as I set Laney down. I didn’t care even the slightest about that babysitter's death. She deserved it for what she did to Laney,my Laney.
Dad stared at me for a long moment. It was as if he was staring directly into my soul and knew my dark thoughts. He then looked from me to Laney. His face creased with uneasiness and he opened his mouth to speak, but Mom suddenly came into the room.
“Oh, thank god.” She ran to Laney, scooping her up. “You’re okay.”
I saw the terrified look in Laney’s eyes. She would never be okay.
Rule 17 - Delaney
It’s always the person you know.
Sleep finally took me against my will. With every kiss Priest planted on my body and every stroke on my wetness, my fears began to dissolve, leaving only lust for more.
I’d never felt like this before. I’d fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion, not being able to come anymore. My body was weak and my legs shook, but I felt… good.
Priest continued to tease me in my sleep. I knew because despite being so dead tired, I was still being petted and roused every once in a while. I kept my eyes closed and rolled to give him better access to my body, and he worked his magic on me, giving me another earth-shattering orgasm.
It wasn’t until I finally woke up in the morning, shivering from the cold in the room, that it hit me. Priest, my brother, oh my god.
I flinched away from him. In the dim light, he looked so beautiful, so at peace. It was a stark contrast from myself. I felt disgusting and ugly and… insane. How could I have allowed this? I slid off the bed on the other side and put my feet firmly on the bone-chillingly cold floor. The electricity was still out.
I stood, and instantly my knees buckled. Jesus Christ. Priest had fondled me so much last night I couldn’t walk. And yet, as much as I hated myself for it, my core ached for his touch. Arousal pooled between my legs at the memory of his fingers strumming my clit. I’d liked it. Each and every time he trailed his fingers across my thighs, I had liked it.
What kind of fucked up relationship was that?Steeling myself, I stood again and carefully walked to the bathroom.I still didn’t like the dark, but it wasn’t as bad. Priest had been right. Although I almost felt like Pavlov’s dog. Instead of drooling at the sound of a bell, my body was seduced by what the darkness held.
Feeling the urge to pee, I shut the door softly and went to the toilet. With my panties at my ankles, I sobbed. What had I done?
I had saved myself for so long. I put sex up on this pedestal and had pushed away so many boys, only to let my stepbrother who I hadn’t seen in years… How humiliating!
A cold knock on the door caused me to snatch my panties up and stand, flushing the toilet. “I’m about to shower!” I called. I couldn’t look at Priest right now.
“Is the water warm enough for a shower?” he called from the other side of the door. I reached for the handles on the sink. Cold water sprang. I waited, but it didn’t turn warm. Fuck. I sighed and sat on the rim of the tub.
“Go away, Priest.”
“Laney, can we talk?” I was mortified. What if someone found out? “Laney, you need to open this door.” He jiggled the handle.
“No! Just go! We shouldn’t have done that.”
“Laney,” his voice had a warning to it. “open the door.”
