Stuck between two bad boys

I stood at the balcony enjoying the cooing breeze scattering my hair. I was waiting for Mom and Dad to return. I hated being home alone, it didn’t excite me atall.

Xavier wasn’t back and I randomly checked my watch to see if it was time for him to get back. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked James to go after the lessons. I couldn’t bear the boredom eating me so I walked to the balcony.

When I was tired of sitting out, I returned inside and walked back outside. I called Mom ’cause she was supposed to be home already and I just wondered what kept her.

“Emily.”

“Mom, why ain’t you home yet?”

“Hey baby, I’m sorry. I got so busy.”

“Are you on your way?”

“I’m afraid not. Your dad and I will be coming home later.”

“Later? Mom it’s like 11pm already,” I blurted to the phone.

“Oh shit.”

Was she over working herself that she didn’t realize how late it was already?

“Emily, if we can’t make it home tonight, we’ll be back very early tomorrow.”

I saw that coming, I knew she was going to say that. My lips twitched as I looked at no particular object.

“Okay.”

“Is Xavier home yet?” Dad asked from the background.

“No he isn’t, I think he has a night shift.”

“Oh, when is he supposed to return?”

“Soon I guess.”

“Alright then. Stay indoors while you wait for him okay?”

“Sure,” I replied to mom. “Can you buy something nice when you’re coming home?”

“Definitely baby girl,” Dad chirped.

A content smile creepy on my lips. Dad didn’t have much but he made sure he could get me whatever I needed.

“We’ll get one for Xavier too,” Mom laughed and I could tell they were both giggling.

“I’ll take his if you buy for him.”

“Emily,” Mom called.

I rolled my eyes and laughed, I loved being Xavier’s baby sister. I got away with most of his belongings.

“We have to go now, stay safe okay? We love you baby,” Mom reminded.

“I will mom, stay safe too. I love you both.”

The call disconnected and I looked at the sky. From the balcony I could have a beautiful view. I felt the urge to go out, to no where in particular but I just wanted to leave the house. I was scared Xavier would return and would get frightened when he didn’t find me.

I returned inside and wore a hoodie over my clothe. As I sat on the couch, I heard the back door squeal. A lump formed in my throat and my heartbeat raced faster.

I took off one of my shoes and held it tight. If someone tried to attack me, I’d hit him hard with the shoe and run as fast as my legs could carry me. That was the plan, I tiptoed to the door and bit my lips.

“Xavier?”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

There was no response and I had no idea what to do.

“Show yourself! I have a fucking gun with me and i’d kill you if you try to play games.”

“Don’t play with me.”

There was still no answer so I heaved.

“I’ll call 911,” I threatened.

I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialled 911.

“I’m calling 911 already!” I yelled.

Before I could raised the phone to my ear, Xavier let out a slight laughter and came out.

My breathing became normal when I saw him, he scared shit out of me.

His eyes looked pale but stress could be the cause right?

“Fuck you Xavier, you had no idea how scared I was!” I admitted with a yell.

“Man you’ve never even seen a gun before.”

“Well I have,” I said rolling my eyes. “On TV.”

He let out another giggle and I walked to him. “You’ve never touched a real gun, Emily.”

“Never in my life,” I laughed and he returned my smile.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” be explained.

I walked closer to him with the intention of hugging him but he staggered away.

“Are you okay?” I asked after observing his body movement. He wasn’t acting like he was fine and that was suspicious.

“Yeah.”

I moved closer to him and he adjusted again. I raised my brows trying to understand why he was avoiding my hugs.

“My body hurts, Emily.”

He placed his hands around my shoulder, removed it and walked away.

Was that his definition of a damn hug?

I just stood still watched him leave, the least I could do was prepare a hot water bath for him. Maybe massage his body if he lets me and give him some pancakes I met.

After turning the pancakes to the plate, I washed my hands and headed to the room. He was heating the water when I got in and had taken off his shirt.

My eyes fell on his body and he had bruises all over, fresh and old wounds. I had no idea what happened but I was scared for him.

“What happened to you?” I asked.

“Did you get into a fight with Devin? We’re just friends Xavier. You shouldn’t be hurting yourself.”

He didn’t respond to me and my voice failed me. I whimpered as I asked and he turned to me.

“Emily it’s nothing.”

“You’re bruised. I hate it when you’re wounded Xavier, I hate when I’m the cause. I love you and I hate it when you hurt yourself.”

I had no idea how I sounded saying that but it was the truth. It filled me with guilt to know I was the cause of him hurting.

He walked inside to take his bath and when he got out, I helped him massage his body.

“Ouch,” he howled when the hot towel touched his arm.

“Sorry, just one more.”

I traced my hands on the bruises till I saw an ink. My eyes widened at the sight of his tattoo. It was my first time seeing the tattoo and I just wondered if it was new or I never noticed him.

I traced my hands down his chest but he held my hands and stopped me before I could reach the dove tattoo. He tried hiding it but I wasn’t going to let this one slide.

“Can I see?” I asked in a soft whisper.

He replied to me with a kiss and hand me to sit on his legs. His kiss reeked of passion and thirst. I continued kissing him, not minding anything else.

His hands held my face and my tongue made way for his. His hands slid under my gown and before I knew it he was touching my pussy. He gripped my pant and attempted to shove them down when I stopped him.

“Stop,” I said. “We’re siblings.”

At that moment, I knew I fucked up!