You were a babysitter for this rich family. You were babysitting their two daughters. Mina, who was five years old, and Ankia who was only six months old.

. You'd heard Mina talk about her older brother, Devon a lot, but had never seen him around the house, since he was out most of the time.

. You were currently sitting in the kitchen, cooking up some mac and cheese, Ankia on your hip, being held firmly to your side as she drank her bottle.

. Mina sat at the kitchen counter, colouring in a colouring book you'd brought her to keep her busy.

. Your back was turned to Mina, but you would glance over your shoulder often to make sure she was okay.

. The house was quiet. It was a Saturday night, their parents were out of town for a wedding that would be going on for about three days. So you were living with them. And still you hadn't seen their older brother.

. Until suddenly... You heard a gasp and Mina practically scream out.

. Mina: "Devon!" You glanced over and saw Mina being held by her older brother.

. He was smiling at her, holding her tightly. He looked at you and gave you a nod. You gave one back.

. He was tall, darkskinned, with dreads that covered his eyes. Very attractive to say the least. She was wearing some grey sweatpants and a compression shirt. Seemingly to have just come back from the gym.