in this sory he looks like in bad
"Where can I go now? My family is dead, and my house is totally distroyed.Why didn't they killed me too? I was part of the family..." She cried.
She slowly fell asleep crying. The next morning, Emily woke up with a kind voice.
"The poor thing, let’s take her in, she seems so injured and she needs a lot of love." The kind girl said.
The girl helped Emily up and rapped a blanket around her and took her to the car. They tried to speak to her but Emily just kept quiet through the car ride. When they got her to their home, she said thanks to the cute couple and asked for their names.
"I'm Safira and this is my husband, Johnathan.You will be our adopted daughter if you want." Safira asked her.
Emily nodded yes. Safira took her a bath and healed her wounds. Emily was really happy that she had a family again. Though she had some feeling that something was kind of rough in this house but she didn't know.
In the afternoon, Safira's son came all bloody. He wasn't hurt but it seemed that he beated up some gag or something. He went to take a shower and after the shower he wore his rocker suit. Then he went to his room and his eyes widen. He saw Emily sleeping in his bed. He wasn't angry though, he was turned on.
"Damn, I have to share my room with a hot chick. A! Mom wasn't kidding when she said we had a new sister." Michael said as he went closer to her.
Michael kept touching her tats.
"DAMN GIRL! You have huge boobs." Michael kept saying and moaning. Then he started to suck on her titts. Michael had to stop cuz she was waking up.
Emily had her eyes wide open as she saw her step brother.
"Michae...Michael Jackson is my brother?" Emily whispered to herself.
Michael kept starring at her. Emily got scared because she thought that he was mad that she had to share rooms with him so she tried to leave but Michael grabbed her and said it was ok.
