by Charity B.
Police arrived at the Courtenay home late Saturday evening after receiving video surveillance of the siblings participating in incestuous activity during a party at a classmate’s home. Malakai and Adriel were last seen leaving the aforementioned party.
Bennett Wilkens, who became their legal guardian just days prior, is also missing. Whether he is currently with the siblings is unknown at this time—
“So, how long will you be in town?” My head jerks up at the girl, her question interrupting my reading. She places her hand on my arm. “Whoa, are you okay, hon? You look pale.” My heartbeat is too loud to process what she’s saying.
I feel her presence even before the sales girl’s wide eyed expression overtakes her face. Adriel’s energy quivers around me as I look over my shoulder.
She stares at the girl who’s still touching my arm as if she can strike her dead using sheer will. That’s not what’s making my stomach do acrobatics though. It’s the way she’s holding a large kitchen knife.
Yanking my arm away from the girl’s tightened grip, I slam her phone in her hands before I face my livid little sister.
“You know, Kai, if you want to fuck her,” she spins the blade with a furious smirk, “I can cut a hole in her neck for you to use.”
The color drains from the girl’s face, and I’m certain she’s going to pass out. Scorching fury rages through me as I rip the knife away from Adriel, tossing it on the nearest shelf. She taunts me with her defiant expression, flaming my temper at her constant inability to keep a low motherfucking profile. I can’t keep treating her homicidal tendencies like a personality quirk. My hand squeezes her arm hard enough to hurt her, and for the first time ever, I don’t give a damn. I drag her to the front of the store, finding an empty cart to hold our purchases.
“Get your ass out to the fucking car. Do not move one damn muscle, got it?”
Her expression tells me she feels the exact same way I do. She throws the food in the basket before storming outside.
The police are looking for us. There’s an actual warrant out for our arrest, and she’s going around threatening to stab people.
Adriel
17 years old
If I wasn’t so irate, the way he’s speaking to me might hurt my feelings, but really, I’m just glad that whore isn’t touching him anymore. Her shrill giggle hit my spine from across the store. I was already carrying the knife that I found in the kitchen section because after what’s happened, I thought it would be good for protection. The moment I saw her touching his body, the weapon sang in my hand.
The need to puncture the life out of her was almost magnetic. He was smiling at her, and I know he wishes he could sleep with her. I’m sure he’s dying to fuck someone that isn’t family. The rotten cherry on top of that horrible sundae is that he protected her…from me.
“I think he’s madder that you made yourself memorable.” Ponkey gallops across the dashboard, stretching her pony legs. “That ugly girl will remember you now, for sure.”
I shake my head. “She touched him, and he let her.”
“It was just on his arm.” Ponkey rears on her back legs, so I pick her up.
“Didn’t you hear her? She was trying to get him to ask her out.”
Ponkey laughs, her monkey shrieks breaking up each chuckle. “So, how long will you be in town?” Even though her impression of the girl is horrible, and I’m in a yucky mood, it makes me laugh anyway.
The door to the store opens as Malakai storms through, bags in hand. My smile drips off my face, the rage at his encounter bursting through my limbs. After throwing the bags in the back seat, he slides in next to me, slamming the door.
“What the fuck was that?! Are you trying to get us caught?!” The car roars to life seconds before he swings around in reverse. “We’ll be lucky if she isn’t calling the cops right now! What the hell were you thinking?!” He roars at me so loud, I can see a vein thumping in his neck.
“Don’t yell at her!” Ponkey cries.
“Are you going to fucking say something?” he snaps.
Crossing my arms, I look out the window. “Ponkey says to stop screaming at me.”
He scoffs, rubbing his hand over his face. “Well, does Ponkey know you just threatened to kill someone in goddamn public?”
With a frown, she squeaks, “Yes, and I also know that you were flirting with someone that wasn’t Adriel.”
“She said that she also saw you seducing that bitch.”
“I wasn’t fucking seducing her, Adriel. I was trying to get her to let me use her phone. And guess what? They know about the video at the party, and they found Uncle Bennett. They just don’t know it’s him yet. The police are looking for us right now.”
Thick silence fills my ears. I can’t hear the music, or the car engine. I don’t even know if he’s still talking. Black liquid trickles from the windows, dripping to the floorboards. It rains down from the roof of the car and seeps out from the vents.
I can feel my chest moving up and down, yet I can’t suck in any oxygen. What if they already know we’re here? Panic rises up my throat, setting it aflame.
“Have they found Uncle Bennett’s car?”
A low growl rumbles under his breath. “I might be able to answer that question if you hadn’t threatened to poke holes in my internet source.”
Ponkey steps across my lap as she asks, “How much longer was the article?”
If there wasn’t a lot more there, maybe they didn’t know too much. “How much did you have left to read?”
“Maybe a paragraph or two.”
His answer allows my chest to expand. “Then I doubt they’ve found Uncle Bennett’s car or the man that picked me up. There would have been a lot more written. We just need to keep going.”
Ponkey offers, “Ask him if he liked the sales lady.”
I sigh, scared for his answer. “Did you like her? The girl at the store? Is that why you’re so mad?”
With white knuckles, he squeezes the steering wheel like he thinks it’s my throat. “Are you delusional? I love you. I want to be with you. What part of this road trip from hell makes you doubt that?”
I know there were kind words that fell from his lips, yet the loudest one repeating in my brain is delusional.
“You think I’m bonkers like Mommy. You think loving me makes you sick. Is it really that insane to wonder if you might want to feel a cunt that isn’t related to you?!”
“You want to know what I thought of the moment I saw her? That she had a phone. I thought about keeping you safe. I don’t give a fuck anymore that you’re my sister, and it pisses me off that you still do.”
“I don’t! I never did.” Apparently, he feels there’s nothing more to add, so I say, “My mind is broken. That’s how you feel, isn’t it?” He opens his mouth to respond when I remind him, “You called me ‘delusional’, Kai.”
“And you won’t fucking quit trying to kill people!” Although he’s obviously still furious, he drives no quicker than the speed limit. I wish he’d stop screaming at me though. I stay quiet, keeping my arms crossed. “Throwing a fit isn’t going to save you. If you ever pull any shit like that again, I swear to God, I’ll take your creations away.”
“What?!” I jerk my head toward him as Ponkey gapes at his threat. “You can’t do that!”
“I don’t know what else to do, Adriel! You’re just…you’re…”
As he fumbles through his thoughts, I finish for him. “Delusional?”
His head slams against the headrest with a sigh. “I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I just meant, you’re so far off base. I don’t really think you’re insane. You’re perfect.”
Ponkey tilts her monkey head. “He seems like he really means that.”
“Maybe,” I tell her. “But the fact that I can hear you definitely doesn’t help the situation.”
The moment the car comes to a stop behind the old house, I get Ponkey and jump out, rushing to the trunk. It lifts open, and I stuff Ponkey
into one of the bags before looping my hands through four of them.
Deep down, I know he wasn’t trying to hurt me, I just can’t get past what it felt like to see her hands on him, to hear that word spewing from his lips. Delusional.
The stairs echo loudly as I stomp up each one. While there are no beds in the bedrooms, they still seem like the best place to sleep. I drop the bags in the largest one, pulling out the fluffiest blanket, and laying it out on the floor. He bought two pillows, so I throw them down next to each other, though I wonder if he’ll want to sleep next to me tonight. There is one more blanket, so I toss it over the first, crawling across the makeshift bed to straighten it out. My head drops at the sound of his soft footsteps behind me. I just want to be alone right now.
“I’m going to go for a walk with Ponkey. It’s pretty outside. I’ll be back soon.”
A sweaty hand covers my mouth, stopping my breathing. “You’re in my house, bitch.”
I’m flipped onto my back when I hear a SMACK. Stinging tendrils of pain curl up the side of my face.
“It’s been a while since we’ve had a guest, Carl.” Although I can’t see who it’s coming from, the voice is scratchy, and definitely from a woman.
“We thought it was—” I’m hit again, across the other cheek.
His stench hits my nose before he comes into view. A long, greasy brown beard covers most of his face, surrounded by stringy hair of the same color.
“She said ‘we’,” the lady snarls. “Is there someone else with you?” She kneels next to me, her grimy teeth rotting from her skull. A large blade twinkles in my vision as she softly scrapes the sharp tip across my cheek. “You have a pretty face. I can’t wait to fuck it up.”
“I’ll go check to see who else is here.” Carl kisses her, their tongues looking like fighting snakes. “Don’t have too much fun while I’m gone, baby.”
Her grin makes me gag. Using all her weight, she sits on my stomach, dropping the knife, so she can hold my arms over my head. The putrid aroma coming from her mouth rivals that of Carl’s when she sticks her tongue out and licks up my cheek.
“Ugh. You are really smelly.”
She coughs with her throaty laugh. “You’ll have my stink all over you by the time we’re done.”
Sinner, sinner, are you gonna skin her?
“Do you want to die first, or would you rather watch me chop up Carl before I get to you?” I snap. It makes me so mad that people keep trying to hurt us. I’m sick of it.
“Whoo! Look at you! Got a little fire in there, don’t you?”
Hard thuds sounding from outside the bedroom stops her taunting. Looking over her shoulder, I want to scream at Carl dragging Kai by his neck. “Look what I found. Two for one.”
Malakai kicks, fighting hard. While he’s able to make Carl stumble, he doesn’t get free before he’s tossed down next to me. The way his eyes are stretched in terror turns my stomach. This can’t be the way things end.
Shifting my eyes to the knife, I try to communicate silently for Kai to get it. He attempts to land a hit, but Carl grabs his arms each time.
“You motherfuckers better just kill us,” Kai screams, “or believe me, between me and my sister, you’ll wish you had.”
“Don’t worry, you little shit, we’ll get to that.” The woman spits when she speaks. “But first I want this little whore,” she grinds against me again, “to watch my husband fuck that bad attitude out of you.”
“No!” Ponkey screams from the bag she’s in, kicking it and making it move. “You can’t let them hurt Malakai!”
Even though she’s trying to help, her screaming is distracting, and she isn’t telling me anything I don’t already know.
“Tie her up, baby. I want to watch you ride his face while his ass bleeds on my cock.” Kai grunts, resorting to throwing his body around in uncontrolled kicks and punches.
She moans at Carl’s words, thrusting against my stomach. “We have two of them, why not take advantage? Show her what her brother feels like.”
From the look on her face she’s expecting that to be the thing that scares me. Joke’s on her.
“Pretend, Adriel! Pretend that’s a bad thing! Then when she moves, you get the knife!” The plastic bag rustles with Ponkey’s voice.
Fake crying as best as I can I beg, “Please, no. We’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t make us do that!”
You’re gonna die!
La la la la la.
Carl’s hands grip at Kai through his jeans. I can’t take the contortion of terror on his beautiful face. “Keep crying, girl. That shit will keep me hard forever.”
The woman, who he has only referred to as ‘Baby’, undoes her stained pants to reach inside. “Mmmm, yes, lover. I’m soaking wet.”
“Let her taste it,” Carl offers.
Now, now, now!
Using the distraction of her arousal, I twist from her one-handed hold long enough to grip my fist around the thick hilt of the knife. I can’t see where I’m stabbing her, but once I feel the blade slide in somewhere, her weight shifts, and she gasps.
Carl lunges at me, knocking my head against the floor. His fingers scrape at mine, fighting for the knife. He’s already way heavier than his wife, so when Kai jumps on his back, all the air gets blown from my lungs.
I’m going to die from being squished to death, the way Carl’s trying to buck him off. Carl’s big, sweaty hand clutches at my throat, squeezing tight as Malakai reaches his arm around the front of him. In his fist, Kai’s holding the pocket knife I took from the man in Oklahoma. He jabs it into the side of Carl’s jugular, twisting it and making blood squirt. The symphony of their screams tickles my skin.
“NO!” The lady cries as she limps toward us, gripping her stabbed leg.
Carl finally stops fighting me for the knife, so I slice it across his cheek just as I meet Kai’s gaze. The beautiful blackness in my brother’s eyes as he rips out the pocket knife sends jolts of ecstasy to my clitty. I wish he would embrace this side of himself more often. Carl’s blood drips onto my face, and I let it fall into my mouth as he releases the hand choking me in order to hold his wounded neck.
The woman screams at Kai, and he jumps to his feet. Swinging his arm out, he slices the sharp metal across her throat. She stops mid stride, swaying as she gasps with her attempt to speak. Red sputters from her lips as she falls to her knees.
Carl wheezes, frantically stumbling over to her. Reaching down, Malakai hands me the small knife and yanks the large one from my grasp. My breath catches at the waves of rage rolling off of him.
He storms over to Carl, reaching down to fist his shirt, lifting him enough to stab him in the stomach. “I. Fucking. Hate. Rapists!” His voice is so loud it fills the room, each word punctuated with a new hole in Carl’s gut.
I can’t believe how turned on this is making me. My fingers rub over my panties. The more drenched in blood Kai gets, the more drenched I get between my legs.
Carl’s weight becomes too much for Kai to keep holding upright. His shoulders heave as he lets Carl fall. He kneels on all fours, still squeezing the knife inside Carl’s abdomen.
I crawl on my knees to go to him. Peeling his fingers from the hilt, I look at his hardened face. He glistens in the setting sun, the blood appearing black in the dimming light. It’s all over him. Dripping from his jaw and smeared across his shirt. It’s the most captivating thing I’ve ever seen.
With a hand on each of his cheeks, I kiss him. “I love you.” He swallows my whisper as his slippery hands slide to the back of my neck. His tongue slips into my mouth, deepening our kiss. Never separating from his lips, I shift around to straddle Carl’s cadaver.
“He wanted to fuck us so bad.” I stroke the hilt of the knife and smirk at the raised eyebrows on Kai’s face. “It looks like he’s ready.” Moving my panties, I line the hilt of the knife up with my aching entrance, and slide down over it.
“Fuck, Adriel.” His chuckle is erotically sinister.
Oh yes, I like this side of him.
His fingers tangle in my hair while he stands, undoing his jeans. They drop to the floor as he tears the shirt from his body. I clench around the knife the moment he releases his cock. Stroking himself, he smears crimson across his shaft. My hips move faster, blood covering my thighs and pussy.
“Suck his blood off me.” He will never have to ask me twice. The coppery taste hits my tongue as I lick up his length. The forcefulness of his hand pushing against the back of my head causes little stars to burst in my tummy. I suction my mouth around him in quick, hard sucks. Gripping both sides of my head, he thrusts harder. “Oh, my God, yes. Suck my cock.” The sound of every whispered, “Fuck,” speeds up the pulse in my veins.
At his words I rub myself faster, fucking the handle so hard, the corpse beneath me jolts with every thrust. My bottom hits the fabric of his dirty jeans with how deep I’m taking the hilt.
I adore the sound of Kai’s moans even more than I loved their screams. Lifting my eyes to look at him, I find him watching me. With a nod of his head, he says. “Get up here.” Slowly, I take him out of my mouth, softly kissing the tip before I slide off the knife.
“See? It’s hard to not kill people when they keep deserving it.”
Malakai
14 years old
I miss the days when my mother’s touch was nothing more than comforting. Every time we’re together this way, it feels like a piece of who I was meant to be dies. I despise that even with the sick in my throat, my body burns. I become eager for my release, thankful that it means it’s almost over.
She grips my arms as I close my eyes. Watching just intensifies my nightmares. The noises I make as I tremble beneath her sound disgusting in my own ears. My body detonates while her moans strangle me. With a contented sigh, she climbs off, falling to the comforter.
“Go get your sister and set the table. Your father will be home soon to make dinner. I have some work to finish up.” Her fingers trace along my cuts, and I always wonder when she’ll ask about them.
She never does.
