Chapter 3
A week had passed since the nightmare and Hannah managed to control the paranoia she felt when her brother was around. She decided it was better to forget about it.
Sid had been home a lot more lately, and wasn't acting so violently anymore. She caught him looking at her sometimes and avoided his eyes almost all the time, because since she had that dream, she just couldn't look at him the same. She would even blush when they locked eyes accidentally. The brunette hated to admit, but her brother was quite handsome now he was older.
"Sid?" She knocked on his bedroom door and waited for an answer.
"What?" His voice came through the door, muffled by the sound of his video-game.
"Can I come in?"
"No."
"Fine." She huffed and whirled to leave, but for her surprise, the door opened and the owner of the bedroom stood shirtless on the doorway.
"What do you want, sissy?" He asked eyeing her from head to toe with unhealthy interest.
"You have to drive me to my ballet recital." She answered, keeping her eyes on her feet, clearly uncomfortable with his exposed chest and wolfish stare.
"Why mom or dad don't do that?" He frowned, seeming annoyed, but still analyzing her small figure.
"Because they are at work, remember? They will meet us there." She explained, hoping he would stop looking at her like that.
"Fine." He grinned, turning around and going back into the room, shutting the door in her face.
Hannah sighed heavily and walked back to her own room to get ready to the recital.
After taking a bath and drying her hair, she stepped out of her bathroom wrapped in a towel and slipped into the chosen panties. Walking towards her bed, she dropped the towel and reached for her costume, which was laid on the mattress. The black bodice of the leotard was decorated with delicate silvery embroidery all over the chest. The tutu was dark purple, and knee length.
Once she had the thin straps of the bodice on her shoulders, Hannah realized it had to be tied up on the back and groaned in frustration. She didn't want to ask Sid to do it, but there was nobody else home. Reluctantly, she grabbed the tutu and fastened it around her slim waist, turning around and walking towards the door.
When she held the doorknob she was startled to find the door was slightly open. The girl cocked her head to the side and her eyes met her brother's cold stare.
"You were peeking!" She cried out, stepping backwards and trying not to let the panic take over.
"No, I wasn't." He pushed the door open and stepped into her room, a half-grin on his lips. "I just got here."
"You're lying!" She spat back, still walking backwards and away from him.
"Don't you need help with this bodice?" He changed the subject and reached out, catching her by the arm.
She froze, afraid of what he would do next.
For her surprise, he gently spun her around and brushed her long hair over her shoulder and then lowering his hands to the bodice. She sighed, relieved.
His hands held the sides of the garment and slowly slid them apart, exposing her pale back. Hannah's heart came up to her throat and she felt his lips trailing kisses on her back while his hands slid the bodice further apart, trying to remove it.
"Sid!" She protested wrapping her arms around herself to stop his action and keep her costume covering her upper body. She walked away from him and turned around to face him.
"What?" He asked cynically, approaching her slowly and cornering her in between his body and her bed.
Before she could think of a way to escape he launched himself over the girl and pinned her down to the bed, crushing his lips to hers. Hannah squirmed beneath him, kicking and trying to push him off her, but he was too heavy and too strong, she was helpless.
"Get off me!" She yelled when she managed to turn her face away from his.
Sid propped himself on one elbow and with the opposite hand he held her chin and force her to turn her face and look at him.
"I want you. And I always get what I want. Behave or I'll tie you up." The older teenager said, breathing heavily. "I can hurt you real bad, don't make me do that."
Her green eyes were wide with shock when he lowered his lips to hers and invaded her mouth forcefully, his hands fumbling with the layers of her tutu to bring them up in between their bodies. She instinctively moved her hands down and held the tulle skirt down with all her strength, trying to stop him. It caused him to part and reach for her wrists, holding them against the mattress on her sides.
"Stop it." He hissed, glaring at her and using a knee to part her thighs.
"Don't! Please!" She heard her voice crack. Her throat was aching and she felt tears welling up.
Ignoring her he lowered his face and sucked the smooth skin of her neck and then bit it while his hands left her wrists and travelled down her body until they found the tulle again. This time he managed to tug it out of the way. With one hand he did the same with her underwear and the lower part of the leotard. And his other hand unbuttoned his jeans.
The brunette tried to push him off her, once more, her both hands planted on his bare chest, but it was useless. Sid jerked his hips up, violating her, she cried out and tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.
"You're hurting me! Stop!" She sobbed, trembling.
"You're so... fucking... tight!" He panted, ignoring her plea and forcing his throbbing member all the way in.
Everything hurt. The way he held her hips, his hard shaft moving inside her, his rough kisses that left her lips swollen, his love bites, his nails digging on her soft skin, his body crushing hers...
Sid clutched to her, moving faster and with a final push, he held his hips against hers and she felt hot liquid inside her, slowly dripping out to where they were connected.
He pressed his forehead to hers, out of breath. She could feel his heart hammering in his chest against hers.
"You're mine now..." He whispered and took her hand in his, intertwining the fingers.
She closed her eyes and let the last tears roll down her cheeks, sobbing lightly as she buried her face on his shoulder.
She was like one of her dolls now. Sid had broken her.