It's been a while since I did this story, huh? Almost an entire year. I figured that I come back and attempt to finish this story before my school starts again.

And I would like to sincerely apologise to the people who favourited and followed this story for the longest of time. But nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 7

(Hana's P.O.V)

Some days the events that caused my sorrow to seem like an awful dream that will end as soon as I wake up. Other days nothing about what's happening seems real because I'm too numb to think and won't allow my mind to 'go there.' Then there are times when the pain is so raw that I feel like I can't get out of bed. I was all too familiar with the feelings of misery.

As I woke up on my side, in front of Kiba, I could feel the storm that raged in my mind subsiding, giving me relief and clarity. He was deeply asleep, I realised, and still, he still held me in his arms like I was the only thing that mattered.

(Kiba's P.O.V)

I am not a profound man nor am I a philosophical man. To me, dreams are sporadic memories-floating pieces of consciousness-that when combined might perhaps tell a full story but seldom did so, and as such, I rarely cared about them or what meanings they held.

Last night, however, my dreams were more vivid and precise than any I could remember; still only snapshots and puzzle pieces, but bright and memorable. I dreamed of Hana. I mused of looking down at her face staring up at me while we made passionate love. I had never seen Hana fully naked-although I had seen everything-and my unconscious mind connected the images together and recreated her as she lay before me. I was kissing the soft skin of her neck, the lumps of her chest crushed against me, as she tightly gripped my back.

In the unpredictable recesses of the dream world, I was suddenly aware of a missing presence at my side and reached forward to try to find it. Unable to see it, I woke up.

I was immediately aware that today was Saturday and there was no reason for me to be awake at this hour. Looking at my alarm clock to my right, it read the time: 8:41AM. Why am I awake right now? I asked myself. I was also aware that I had the hardest boner I'd ever experienced and was perplexed as to why.

Hana, I realised, as images from the dream and the day before came to the forefront of my thoughts. My older sister, Hana, had confessed to me that she had longed for us to be closer than just siblings just before she broke down in my arms. The night prior, she swallowed an insurmountable amount of pain pills that she stole from my father's stash and attempted to kill herself before forcibly vomiting them out.

I remembered how distant and cold her demeanour was, even as she was kind and open to me when we first saw each other. I also recalled how she pounced on me when I briefly lost control of myself and kissed her softly on the lips, if only temporarily. The kiss she gave me in return was anything but brief.

Where is she? I wondered.

Falling back asleep was not an option, so I painfully pulled myself from the warm bed and grabbed some fresh clothes and walked into the hallway. As I left my room, I was greeted by Hana in the passageway.

"Good morning," she said with a smile.

She had just stepped out of the bathroom and was wearing a large white towel wrapped around her midsection. Her hair was soaked and stuck to the back of her neck and upper back. In its wet state, it took on a shade of dark brown, although shining red when light bounced off of it at just the right angle. The towel barely concealed her massive chest, and I could just barely make out the top of the pink areola on her left breast as she lightly tugged on the towel to cover more of her waistline. I could see droplets of water running down her long, creamy legs.

Tearing my gaze away from her body, I returned her smile and said, "Good morning, sis. What time did you get up?"

"A few hours ago. You're pretty gropey in your sleep, you know," Hana laughed.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I was dreaming, I think."

Her left hand was behind her back securing the towel in place as she leaned into it. In this pose, her back was slightly arched, and her chest was jutting invitingly forward. Understandably, I struggled to keep my attention on her face.

"I can't imagine about what!" she joked. "It's okay; I didn't exercise yesterday, so I did some extra sets earlier. Water's ready and warm for you," she explained.

She turned and headed for her bedroom. I took this opportunity to admire her form from behind. The towel struggled to cover her ass as it hugged around her waist; each step was pulling more of my attention from my task as they moved the towel and revealed more and more with each step.

It wasn't until she finally closed her bedroom door that I returned my attention to taking a shower. It was a brief shower-at least it would have been if I didn't also take this private time to relieve myself in the shower.

I exited the bathroom in a fresh pair of boxers and headed into my bedroom to complete my wardrobe for the day. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and started downstairs.

I found Hana reclined on the large black leather couch opposite the television in the living room. She was wearing a pink tank top that revealed a small amount of cleavage and white short shorts that left most of her upper legs exposed. The tank top had spaghetti straps that did little to hide the red straps of her bra. She was lying across the couch with one leg over her knee, her head propped up on the armrest.

"Where's Mom?" I asked as I sat down in my mom's recliner which sat perpendicular to the couch.

"She had some business meeting to go to. She'll be back later tonight," Hana answered. She was watching a morning show, and they were doing a cooking segment, but my focus was entirely on my sister.

"Hey, Hana," I said after the show went to commercials.

"Yeah?"

"Are you okay with all this?" I paused for a moment to try to find the words but failed, and the silence pushed me to continue, "You know.. with us?"

She sat up on the centre cushion of the couch and stared at me with her hands on her lap.

"Of course I am," she said bluntly, "You?"

I wanted to tell her "yes, of course; you're a serious hotty," but I didn't want to be crass to Hana.

"I swear on my life, Hana, I didn't plan any of that. It just happened. But yes, I'm fine with this if you are. Honestly, I don't know what I did to deserve it."

She smiled, sitting up, and said: "Come here."

Not requiring further insistence, I moved from the recliner to the couch cushion next to Hana and wrapped an arm around her side. She responded by wrapping her arms around my upper body and leaning into my chest.

"Obviously, we can't tell anyone," she insisted.

"Anything you want," I responded. As I held Hana and felt her warm body in my arms, I would have done anything she said. She smelled clean, and I could smell the familiar scent of the watermelon shampoo she used in her hair.

"Mia is coming over later," she said. I vaguely remembered her short, half-Asian best friend, "I told her I was busy but she insists."

She removed her hands from my torso and wrapped them around my neck as she rotated her body and straddled my legs. I was running my fingers up and down the bottom of her exposed upper legs as we continued our conversation.

"Mia? I think I remember her," I said, Hana's face half a foot away from mine.

My hands had made their way to her ass and held her loosely against me as she said, "Yeah. She knows something is up with me and wanted to hang out."

"Are you gonna tell her about us?" I asked.

"No! Of course not. But you better not get any ideas."

"What do you mean?" I asked, perplexed.

Hana didn't answer me; instead, she leaned her forehead into mine and peered into my eyes. I held her stare for a short while until she pulled back slightly, turned her head and kissed me. There was something about kissing Hana that just felt so incredible and I happily returned her kiss. I opened my mouth slightly, eager for more when she closed her lips over my bottom lip and pulled away.

"I'm gonna take a nap before Mia gets here. She's exhausting to be around sometimes," Hana said with a sigh. She gave me a peck on the lips then got up and left me.

I made myself a bowl of cereal then sat in front of the living room television until about eleven in the afternoon when I heard a light knock on the door. I quickly got up to answer it.

As I opened the door, I was greeted by who was clearly Mia. She was skinny and had loose, shoulder-length black hair. She was much shorter than Hana-barely an inch or two over five feet-and had a very girlish demeanour in how she presented herself. She was wearing a red and white striped t-shirt with a black shirt underneath that extended beyond the top shirt where it met her dark blue jeans. She had black rimmed glasses that I thought were far too big for her face as they reached nearly to her cheekbones. She was distinctly Asian-looking, but I couldn't put my finger on what orientation. If I had to venture a guess, I would say half Korean, half white. She had olive skin, but her facial features were more white than Asian. All things considered, she looked adorable.

I opened the glass panel door and told her to come inside.

We were standing on the tiled partition near the front door when she said, gleefully, "Hi! I'm Mia!" She had a broad toothful smile as she extended her hand to shake mine.

"Kiba. Hana's younger brother," I explained.

"Oh, I know that. Hana talks about you all the time. She says you're really good at football."

"I'm not that good," I responded as I made my way to my mom's recliner and sat down. My bowl of soggy cereal remained on the stand near the recliner, unattended to.

"Hana's upstairs. She was taking a nap, but I'm sure she's awake by now."

"Okay! Nice meeting you, Kiba!" Mia said with a smile before running up the stairs.

(Hana's P.O.V)

"Your brother's kind of a hunk!" Mia said as she sat down on my bed. I was sitting at my desk browsing Facebook when she entered, not even bothering to knock.

"Is that right?" I asked. I didn't want to make it evident that I had become very intimate with Kiba the day before.

"I love how tall he is. He's very handsome in that 'I don't care about my appearance' kind of way. He could use a haircut, though," she laughed.

I liked his unkempt, scraggly brown hair but didn't want to voice my opinion and instead pretended to ignore her.

"Would it be weird if he asked me out?"

Bitch, don't you fucking dare! I could feel the early pangs of jealousy in my chest but tried to ignore them and replied neutrally, "Maybe a little."

"Hmm," Mia pondered out-loud. "So how are things going with you-know-who?"

"It's fine," I lied.

(Kiba's P.O.V)

Mia was upstairs for maybe ten minutes when I heard Hana's bedroom door open and close. I watched as Mia gracefully marched down the steps and sat down in my mother's recliner opposite of me. I was watching a replay of the match last night.

"Ugh, sports!" Mia groaned. Why does she care what I watch in my free time? I wondered.

She pretended to be interested in the show briefly before turning to me and asking, "Wanna play a game?"

"What kind of game?" I asked. As I spoke, I watched as Hana slowly made her way down the staircase. She was still adorned in her pink tank top and white shorts but had wrapped her auburn hair in a ponytail. Her long hair was draped over the front of her right shoulder and rested on the lump of her right breast. I stared at her questionably when she landed on the plush rug at the bottom of the stairs. Hana shrugged in response.

"Well, not football!" Mia declared. "I was thinking twister. Hana said she'd play, will you? It's not as fun with just two people."

"Well if Hana says she'll play, I'll play," I responded.

"Ha! As if you need her permission," Mia responded. Yes, I did need her permission, I thought to myself. Twister is a somewhat physical game, after all.

Hana sat down on the couch with her arms crossed as Mia rushed into the kitchen to find the game. She opened a drawer in the china cabinet on the east wall and rushed back into the room with the game in her hands. I wasn't even aware we had a 'game drawer.'

"Okay, the rules are pretty simple if you don't know them," Mia explained as she placed a large mat on the floor in the centre of the living room. It was a four by six grid of large colourful circles. The top row was red, followed by blue, yellow, then green. "We take turns spinning this dial, and we put the body part on the corresponding colour that it instructs us to. The last person still standing wins! I'll go first."

I watched as Mia spun the dial and it landed on "left foot red." She casually walked to the corner of the mat nearest the couch and placed her left foot on the furthest red circle.

"Okay, so now one of you go. As the game goes on, it gets harder as we spread out across the mat. You can't remove your hands or feet from the colours unless you are instructed to by the game, or so you can spin the dial for yourself or for someone else."

Hana was making no effort to move, so I got up and volunteered. "I'll go," I said.

I walked into the centre of the room and flicked the dial with my middle finger. I watched as it landed on "right-hand green."

I walked into the centre of the mat and sat down in the centre two rows next to where Mia was standing and placed my right on a green circle, the one at the corner of the mat.

"Your turn, Hana," I said.

Hana rolled her eyes and got up to spin the dial. She got "right-hand red."

Hana moved into the centre of the mat and sat in front of me with her right hand on the red circle, two circles below the one occupied by Mia's left foot. The dial was at the opposite end of the mat, so I kicked at it with my feet to get it within reach and brought it onto the carpet.

"Thank you," Mia said as she flicked the dial with her big toe. It landed on 'right foot red.' "Ha!" she said before turning away from Hana and me, facing the couch, and placing her right foot on the red circle next to her left foot.

As it was now my turn, I spun the dial and got "left foot blue." With my right hand still placed on the corner green circle, I reached my left foot across the mat and set it on the blue circle at the opposite corner of the carpet, my body facing up. Hana had to hurry towards the couch to make room for me.

Hana was next and got "left-hand green." With my body sprawled out across the mat, she had to lean over me and place her hand on the empty green circle above the one currently occupied by my left hand. In this position, she was hovering over my body, facing down at me.

I was immediately aware that from this position, I could quickly look down Hana's cleavage. Her tank top was hanging slightly off her body, revealing her red bra below. I stared ashamedly at her mammaries as they hung from her chest, inches above me. I turned my attention to her pretty face. Her mouth was partially open as her breathing accelerated from her promiscuous position over me. Realizing my mistake, I settled for diverting my eyes upwards and staring at the ceiling.

I could no longer see the dial as Mia made an effort to bend over us and spin it.

"Uh oh," I heard her mutter.

I watched as Mia attempted to step over the pile of bodies that was Hana and me and place her left foot on the unoccupied green circle below Hana's left hand. She failed, however, and crashed on top of us. Miraculously, I managed to support the weight of both girls as they crushed into me, my limbs holding steady.

"Wow, you must really want to win!" Mia exclaimed as she looked down at me.

She stayed there for longer than was necessary, but I didn't say a word as my straining muscles were but a faint voice in the back of my mind as I felt Hana's chest crushed against mine. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my chin.

Eventually, she got off, and my muscles immediately moaned their approval as Hana began to separate from me and support her weight with her own limbs.

It was now my turn again, and I was unable to reach the dial, so Mia spun it for me. It landed on "left foot red," where my foot was already placed. Mia brought the dial with her and sat on my mom's recliner.

Hana was tasked with "left-hand yellow." She had no instructions for her feet so she could have just sat down next to me and placed her hand on a yellow circle under me, but instead, still hovering over me, she circled her arm around my waist and reached for the yellow circle. As she reached, I could see and feel her body getting closer to mine, the swell of her chest again crushing against me. Her hand slipped as she reached below me and she fell on top me.

She quickly rolled off me and said, "Well, I guess I lose them."

"You didn't even try!" Mia cried.

Hana ignored her and went to my dad's recliner. She grabbed the TV remote and started browsing through the channels as I sat down on the couch.

"Do I win, then?" I asked.

"Yes," Mia said. "You were still holding on when Hana slipped."

"What do I win?" I asked without thinking.

I glanced at Hana, first, whose glare was fixedly set on me and chilling me to the bone, causing me to regret asking the question immediately. Then I looked at Mia who was rubbing her chin.

"Hmm. A kiss?" Mia said.

"From who?" I again asked without thinking.

"From me, silly!"

Mia got up from my mom's recliner and sat down next to me on the couch. I was undoubtedly nervous.

I was too dumbfounded to respond. I could have said anything; I could have said I have a girlfriend, but before I had a chance, Mia grabbed both sides of my face and turned my head before planting a big sloppy kiss on my lips. It was brief, but she was very clearly eager.

"Kiba, can I talk to you in private?" I heard Hana say as Mia pulled away.

I was still in shock from Mia's sudden kiss. She didn't hesitate at all-grabbing my head and turning me the moment she sat down. I got up from the couch and followed Hana into mom's room and into her bathroom. She closed both doors on the way there.

When she locked the door and turned around, she appeared flustered and upset.

"Why did you let her kiss you?"

"I didn't get a chance to respond, she just lunged at me!" I responded.

She walked towards me and stood right in front me, before turning around and leaning her back against my chest and looking over her shoulder at me.

"Did you like it?" she asked, tauntingly.

"No!" I said. "I mean, under different circumstances, maybe, but I didn't want her to kiss me."

She was still leaning into me, and my hands gripped her at her waist. She grabbed my hands and pulled them to her belly.

"Do you like her more than me?" Hana asked while continuing to snake my hands higher up her torso. I could feel the contour of her upper rib cage before she placed my hands directly on her large breasts over her top. She began to grind her ass against my crotch as she reached her left hand over my head and started running her fingers through my hair.

"Hell no!" I said with her globes firmly in my hands. I hesitated due to her abruptness but eventually began to massage the pliable flesh in my hands gently. Even though two layers of clothing, they felt incredible.

With her right hand, Hana lifted the bottom of her shirt to my relentless hands. I hesitated to let go before allowing her to raise the shirt over her chest. My hands immediately went under her bra and pulled it up and over her breasts. I returned to massaging her chest, my eyes glazed over with desire, as I directly rubbed her tits, the soft flesh spilling through my fingers. I could feel her nipples hardening in my palms,, and I shifted my hands,, so her nubs were between my index and middle fingers and continued groping her chest, this time pinching her nipples between my fingers.

Hana's head was turned to the side,, and her face instantly contorted to pleasure. Her eyes were clenched shut, her mouth partially opened as if silently moaning, as I kneaded the flesh of her breasts and pinched her nipples. Her hair was still over her shoulder and danced around her chest as I moved my hands. I craned my neck and started kissing the side of her mouth before she pulled me to her with her hand and pushed her tongue between my willing lips.

We french kissed for close to thirty seconds before she abruptly pulled away, panting, and started pulling her clothing back over her chest and belly.

I watched, regretfully, as her incredible tits disappeared under her bra and shirt.

Christ! My sister's so fucking beautiful! I thought to myself. "Why would I want Mia when I have you?" I asked. "You're perfect."

Hana smiled. "Thank you. I guess I went a little overboard there," she giggled adorably. "We should go back out there, Mia is waiting for us."

"It's gonna take a little while for me to calm down," I said pointing at the bulge in my pants.

Hana gave me a mischievous grin and flipped on the fan switch next to the light switch. The massive rectangular intake fan above the toilet started roaring.

She moved across the room, and I watched as she got down on her knees and started pulling down my shorts.

"Let's make this quick, okay?" she teased as she fished around my boxers for my dick before pulling it out and immediately engulfing the head of my cock between her lips.

"Holy shit," I moaned as she impaled her wet mouth with the first three inches of my cock. She gripped the base with both hands and worked me in and out of her, over and over. I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I blissfully enjoyed her cocksucking for another thirty seconds before she moved her hands and tried to take as much of me as she could. I could feel the edge of her throat as she let out a small gag before her throat opened and she pushed her lips to my pelvis. She had taken all of me. She held the position for another four or five seconds before pulling out.

"Don't stop, Hana, I'm nearly there," I panted.

With her left hand holding the base of my cock, she started jerking her right hand up and down the length of my shaft while she licked the head of my cock between her lips.

"Fuck yeah, that's it; don't stop!" I moaned.

She moved her right hand and returned to devouring my cock over and over again,, and I exploded in her mouth. I couldn't help it. Her eyes went wide,, and she paused for a moment before gulping my first wave of cum. She returned to sucking me, this time slowly, drawing out my cum as it continued to erupt. She continued to suck me for a long time after I finished. After she was satisfied I was entirely spent, she pulled me out of her mouth and stood up.

"That should take care of it," she said.

"God, I love you," I said as I pushed my deflating cock back into my pants and zipped them up.

She just smiled and started washing her hands in the sink.

"Seriously, Hana. If we're doing this - you and me doing this - then you have nothing to worry about."

"I know," Hana said. "But I think Mia has a crush on you. I guess I just got a bit jealous when she kissed you."

"I'll tell her to get lost!"

Hana dried her hands and turned to face me, chuckling. "No, don't do that. Let her down easy if you have to. We can't make it too obvious."

With that, Hana left the bathroom and returned to the living room. I returned to her,, so it didn't seem suspicious.

We weren't gone for more than ten minutes,, but I still felt guilty as I returned to the living room and sat down in my mom's recliner. Mia was still sitting on the couch, just absentmindedly staring at her cell phone. I couldn't help but wonder if she knew what we were up to. There had been an empty room between us, two doors, and the sound of the bathroom fan concealing our incestuous fun, but it still bothered me.

"Wow, you guys sure had a lot to talk about. I hope it wasn't me!" Mia said with a nervous laugh. I couldn't help but feel bad for her; she apparently had a crush on me and went above and beyond the call of duty to make it painfully obvious to both Hana and me.

"No, it was nothing. Just some family stuff," I told her.

"Oh! Should I leave?" Mia asked, looking at Hana.

Before Hana had a chance to respond, I said: "I'm actually going to go upstairs and try to catch up on some TV shows I missed." There was a palpable, awkward tension between the three of us at this moment (or was it all in my head?) and I desired nothing more than to separate myself from this situation.

I stood up from the recliner and started for the staircase. "It was really nice meeting you, Mia."

"Wait!" Mia said as I passed her. "Give me your cell phone for a second."

Remembering Hana's comment about not making it visible, I reached into my pocket and handed Mia my phone. I watched as she inputted her contact information into my phone and mine into hers.

"Maybe you can give me a call sometime, and we can hang out," she said with a warm smile.

I smiled back at her and bolted upstairs. Once I was in my room, I felt decidedly sorry for Mia. Under any other circumstances and I would have jumped at the opportunity to see more of this cute girl, but with Hana being a more intimate part of my life now, it was apparently not a good idea. There was no comparison, either, if it really came down to it.

I spent the better part of the afternoon locked up in my room, playing computer games and blaring music through my headphones. This was not uncommon behaviour for me - I could spend entire days in a trance, just listening to music and clicking away at the computer screen. I was also terribly addicted to competitive video games, although I was mostly rubbish at them. It was the grind and steady improvement that motivated me. It was close to one in the afternoon when I felt the pangs of hunger and lurched from my cave to return to society.

I came downstairs and found mom in the kitchen. She had several Tupperware containers loaded with food, "Hey, mom. You're home early?"

"Oh Kiba, there's plenty of leftovers if you're hungry," my mom said. "Is Hana here?"

I honestly had no idea. "I don't know, I'll check."

It looked like potato salad and barbeque, and I was anxious to eat, but I rushed upstairs. The bathroom door was open with the light off, so I went to Hana's bedroom. Without knocking, I entered and found her room empty. Where'd she go? I wondered.

"She's not here, Mom," I said after coming back downstairs. It was just the two of us in the kitchen as Dad had moved into the living room. I grabbed a plate and started opening up the Tupperware containers.

"I thought you guys were going to spend time together?" Mom asked.

"Yeah, I'm not sure where she went. Her friend, Mia, came over earlier this afternoon and we played some games,, but then I went upstairs. Want me to call her?"

"No, it's fine. Hana's probably just hanging out with Mia. How was she? Did she seem normal?" she asked.

I didn't realise it until now, but she did seem utterly normal today. Not counting the encounter in the bathroom, of course. That was still very abnormal, even for me.

"Actually, yeah. Hana was much more lively today than she was yesterday."

"Oh, that's great. Don't bother Hana - I'm sure they just went out for lunch or something."

I filled my plate with a couple of barbeque sandwiches and a whole lump of potato salad and sat down at the dinner table and started eating. While I was eating, curiosity got the better of me, and I texted Hana.

Me: Hey, where are you?

I ate in solitude for ten minutes while I silently waited for her reply. After I finished eating, I ran my plate under some water in the sink then put it in the dishwasher.

Where the hell did she go? I wondered after going upstairs to my bedroom. Yesterday her existence was practically limited to the confounds of her bedroom; yet today, she was gone without even mentioning to me where she was going.

I sat at my computer and tried to not think about Hana,, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't until about an hour later when I noticed my phone vibrate next to my keyboard. I instantly reached for it and recognised Mia's contact information.

Mia: Hey. I'm actually kinda thrilled that you're in town.

It wasn't exactly what I was hoping to see, but she was with Hana, so I responded.

Me: Hey, you too. It was great meeting you.

Mia: Hana seems to be in a better mood now that you're in the picture. She was in a severe funk over her boyfriend for a while, haha. It's too bad you're not here with us.

I could feel my heart jump into my throat. Boyfriend? Since when? It felt like my guts were turning inside out as I stared at her words.

Me: Her boyfriend?

I could barely type the words and had to painstakingly correct both words multiple times.

Mia: Yeah, he's an American. His name is Trent. We ran into him at the mall and ate lunch together. I'd invite you, but we're actually leaving now. I'm driving so I'll ttyl! Bye!

I couldn't even bring myself to say goodbye to her. I always felt like saying goodbye in a text message was unwarranted but still, I usually at least said goodbye. My heart was pounding in my chest as I came to terms with the implications of her last message, however, and my mental state was not stable enough to carry on a conversation - even the ending of one. She not only had a boyfriend but she still has a boyfriend. I leaned back in my computer chair and realised I was shivering. I had reached out to her and against my better judgement had become very intimate with her, and she had a boyfriend?

I knew I was being irrational, but I couldn't help it. It was weird. In one way, our relationship started this weekend, but in another way, it felt like our relationship had been an ongoing thing. She was my sister!

I had to take my mind off Hana. It was gut-wrenching, the realisation that she had a boyfriend and didn't tell me. I tried to engross myself in my computer, and it worked, to some extent. With my headphones on, I didn't even hear her come home when I saw my cell phone vibrate and light up.

Hana: I'm home now. Come to my room.

I had no idea what I was going to say to her. I forced myself out of my chair and walked to her bedroom. I stood in front of her door for a moment and tried to calm down. I took several deep breaths and thankfully it worked. I knocked on her door a few times before entering. Then the word popped up in my head, and I flipped out of nowhere.

"Where in the hell were you?" I yelled.

Hana was standing, startled by my sudden appearance, still wearing her pink tank top and white short shorts. Her silky long auburn hair was loose and fell over her back. She was facing a shelf on the south wall of her room that housed her collection of movies.

"I - I.." Hana stuttered. She stammered as I roughly grabbed her elbows at her sides before she had a chance to turn around.

"Mia says you have a boyfriend!? When were you planning on telling ME that?" I commanded.

"I'm sorry!" Hana cried before bursting into tears. I was still standing behind her, holding her arms against her sides. I immediately let go of her elbows and backed away. Wait a minute, this is my sister. What the hell am I doing? I thought to myself.

Hana ran to her bed the moment I released her. She was sitting with her knees in the air and her back against the headboard of her bed. Her hands were wrapped around her face as she sobbed. I felt like an asshole. Moreover, I felt like a stupid, jealous idiot.

I didn't move, instead choosing to stand in the middle of the room. I had caused this, and I didn't want to upset Hana further. "No, I'm sorry," I explained, "Who is he?"

"His name is Trent," she said, wiping the tears off her cheeks. "But he's not my boyfriend anymore. He never really was."

I was familiar with someone named Trent that was in the same class as me in high school. He has a foreign student who played basketball but apparently didn't make it very far since he left to go to another school. I didn't remember thinking anything being particularly 'off' about him but he wasn't part of my social circles.

"Oh," I said plainly. I felt terrible for being rough with her, but now I was intrigued.

I stood, silently, for several moments until Hana said, "Mia didn't know; I didn't know how to tell her. We were just shopping, and we ran into him. Mia has met him a few times and recognised him. I didn't know what to do."

I felt the boulder slowing lifting from my chest but still needed to hear more. Again, I wasn't entirely sure if I was always welcome in Hana's room. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked after a prolonged silence.

She shifted on her bed, slightly, and muttered, "No." Her lips trembled a little as she wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Come and hold me," Hana said, looking into my eyes.

I rushed to her bed and sat down next to her before wrapping an arm around her shoulder; Hana snuggled into the crook of my neck.

I held Hana tight in my arms for a long time before saying, "Tell me about Trent."

She was no longer crying, although her face was still speckled with tears.

"He's charming and handsome," she said, pulling away from me. Her arms wrapped around her knees. "He told me he loved me. He was my first real boyfriend. At least I thought he was."

"What happened?" I asked. I felt guilty for probing her, but I still needed answers.

"I found out he already had a girlfriend. He was just using me!" Hana said, her voice straining heavily towards the end. A tear ran down the side of her cheek, and I brushed it off with my index finger.

"Hey. Don't let people get under your skin like that," I said. The hypocritical nature of my words was not lost on me as I relived how upset I was at learning Hana had a boyfriend.

"The moment I found out, I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. I felt dirty. He was my first time. But Trent told me he loved me, he said he would break up with his girlfriend and start dating me. We got together a few times after I found out and I just feel like an idiot, now, because he never planned on breaking up with his girlfriend."

She said all of this very quickly, and I listened intently.

"I couldn't believe I could do that to Madison and I just felt like a stupid whore. Eventually, I caught on and I told him I hated him and I never wanted to see him again."

'Madison' was a name I recognised. This Trent guy was definitely the one I knew from high school because he had been dating another foreign student, Madison, since middle school. And now, I made a mental note to reach out to her and tell her that her boyfriend was a cheating scumbag.

Hana turned towards me and leaned into the crook of my neck. "But..but.." she stuttered before she openly sobbed into my shoulder.

"What did he do?" I asked as she cried into my shoulder.

"He threatened to tell people what kind of girl I was," Hana said between sobs, "That I'm just a slut if...if I didn't keep seeing him."

My mind went blank as I held Hana in my arms. I could feel my chest convulsing, threatening to explode. I was writhing with anger as I pulled from Hana's embrace. The empty, blank feeling in my mind turned to primordial outrage, and I wanted to kill this Trent person.

"That motherfucker!" I growled before pacing erratically around her room.

"Please, Kiba calm down!" Hana begged in a low voice.

"How the fuck am I supposed to be calm?" I asked seriously, still fuming with anger.

I was sitting down on the edge of the bed with Hana's arms draped over me as she continued to try to calm my nerves. The anger had subsided, if only slightly; my father's sudden appearance felt like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over my head. I spread out legs and turned to lay down, causing Hana to disconnect from my shoulders.

"So, are you going to take care of it?" Hana asked, lying on her side and facing me.

I took a few deep breaths and could feel the anguish of leaving my body with each exhalation.

"Yeah," I answered. Turning to face my sister, I said "Listen, I'm sorry I for flipping out a while ago. Mia texted me and said where you were and I kinda just freaked out."

"It's okay," she said calmly.

"No, Hana, it's not." I felt like I was unravelling as I spoke. "You deserve so much better than that, and you especially deserve better than what's happening with you and Trent. But don't worry about him. Just come clean with Mia and say you and him are over. I'll handle the rest."

"Don't do something stupid, Kiba," Hana said firmly.

"I'm not going to sit around knowing that my sister is being guilt-tripped into fucking somebody she doesn't love!"

I paused for a moment, noticing she didn't correct me and I felt the fire within me rekindling. I had no reason to be mad at Hana and tried to channel my rage and choose my words wisely.

"Hana, you're not a bad person, okay? You didn't know Trent had another girlfriend and he took advantage of your kind nature. He coerced you, and I won't let him get away with it!"

I noticed Hana's eyes begin to tear up and pulled her close to me. I wrapped my arms around her back as she rested her head on my chest.

"You're an angel, Hana. You're my angel, and right now, it's my job to look after you. You never have to see him anymore, I promise." I had no idea what I was going to do, but I wanted to help this person in my arms more than anything. She really was an angel; she was kind to a fault, and I could understand why something like this would tear her up on the inside. She was older than me, sure, but at the same time also young and naive and Trent took advantage of her, of that, I had no doubt.

"I just don't want you to do something stupid."

I laughed at her comment and said, "Can't you tell by now that I am stupid?" I asked rhetorically. I pulled away and stared into her eyes and noticed them light up.

Hana grabbed both sides of my head and planted a kiss on my lips. "Maybe, but you're my stupid brother." Before I had a chance to retaliate, she closed in for another kiss, this time maintaining contact. I sighed at the feeling of her warm lips against mine and kissed her back. I opened my mouth, and she latched onto my bottom lip before sliding her tongue into the gap between my lips.

I pulled back. "Wait."

Hana pulled back and glared at me, her eyes narrow and her face showing an expression of hurt.

"It's not you - It's Trent," I explained. "If he contacts you, just ignore him, okay?"

Hana had separated from me and was lying down on her side, facing me.

"But.. the last time I tried to ignore him, he.."

She trailed off as I interrupted her, "No! Don't tell me. If you give me details, I swear to God I might actually kill him."

Hana was silent for several moments before asking, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm not sure yet, but I'll figure it out tomorrow with a clear head."

We spent the rest of the afternoon lying on Hana's bed, just holding each other and talking. It was clear to me now that her 'boyfriend,' Trent, was the primary source of her distress and I continued to assure her that I would take care of him. Hana's mood became noticeably cheerier, as had my own, as we opened up to each other and promised to never keep things from one another.

And there you have it after a long hiatus.

Also, in case some you are wondering, yes. Mia, Trent and Madison are OC's that I came up with. Don't ask why because there is actually no story behind it. But anyways, I hope you all enjoyed this new addition to the story and I'll see you all soon!

Have a great day/night.