Chapter 8

Authoress' notes:
I'm utterly sorry for the long time without updates! I've been really busy with work and college... Argh!
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She kept thinking it had been her fault. Hannah knew very well how explosive her brother was and how he reacted when he was confronted. Her reaction had been reckless and she was lucky it hadn't been worse.

It was late, past midnight for sure, but Hannah could hear the faint sound of a tv coming from the hallway. Sid was awake.

She tiptoed to her door and opened it a little, coming from the right, there was the sound of her father snoring; and coming from the left, the noise of the tv a little louder now it wasn't muffled by her bedroom door. Hannah walked out of her room and closed the door careful not to make a sound and then walked silently to the left side of the hallway. She opened his door very slowly, afraid that Sid would use his usual 'Get out of my room!' yell at her. He didn't.

Sid just glanced at her with indifference and then directed his sight back to the horror movie he was watching. He remained laid on his back, his hands together behind his head. He was wearing only tight black boxers and she couldn't help taking a moment to look at his lean yet muscular body. Even being her brother and a distempered psycho, Sid was like a magnet and she felt like if she was made of pure iron. Always being dragged towards him against her will.

Pushing away the improper thoughts that crossed her mind she closed the door behind her and walked to his bed.

"Hey, I'm sorry about that earlier, I shouldn't have pushed you." She said as she knelt down beside the bed.

He turned his face to look at her but didn't say anything, just lowered his arms to cross them and stared coldly at her.

"Sid..." She placed a hand on his arm.

"Don't touch me!" He said loud and harshly, as he jerked away glaring at her.
She removed her hand instantly, already feeling stupid for apologizing and feeling guilty, because he was the one who had to apologize. And he had a lot to apologize for.

The girl got to her feet and marched to the door angrily.
Before she could grab the doorknob his hand was on her arm. "I'm sorry." He pleaded, his voice low and soft. She definitely wasn't expecting that.
"Sid..." She turned around and he let go of her arm, so she hugged him, the tightest she could. "Don't blame yourself, it's all because of the disorder. If you would only take your meds... I'm sure you'll be cured. I'm here for you."

He smirked satisfied. He had her where he wanted, under his control and psychologically impaired. She wouldn't let it go, wouldn't tell anyone and would be on his bed whenever he wanted. Reaching out behind her, the boy locked the door, already feeling his blood run faster with anticipation. That was all so wrong and it tortured Hannah, and that was exactly why he liked it so much. Apart from the sex, of course.

He lowered his face and kissed her neck, his arms squeezing her against his body and she drove her hands to his upper arms to stop him.
"No, Sid, we're not going to..." She managed push him back a little.

"Why not? You didn't take the pills I gave you?" He frowned. "You have to take them." He sounded almost concerned.

She would be flattered by that concern if it was true and if she didn't know he was doing that to keep them out of trouble.

"I took the next-morning one, but not the others. You know this wrong. We shouldn't... do it anymore."

He clenched his jaw and gripped her arms roughly. Hannah flinched, waiting for the worst, but it didn't come. He inhaled sharply and let her go.
She opened her eyes and watched as he turned around and sat beside his bed, leaning against it, his dark green eyes fixed on her.

"I know you want it. You just don't want to admit it." He said resting his head against the mattress.

The brunette bit her bottom lip, memories of his mouth in between her thighs flashing through her mind and making her blood boil. She swallowed dryly and stepped back until her back collided with the door.

"No. You're wrong." She lied, more to herself than to her brother.
His eyes never left hers and she began to shake with nervousness and anticipation under the psycho's heavy stare. She tried to fight the part of her that wanted him, but it proved to be stronger than she knew.

Hannah let herself slide down to the floor, defeated, and crawled to where her brother sat. Sid smirked mischievously, his pupils huge and consuming almost his whole iris. He seemed a predator and she was his prey. He tapped his lap and she obediently straddled the boy, her arms wrapping around his neck and pressing her lips to his softly.

He groaned as hands pressed her crotch against the bulge on his. She felt his large hands squeezing her hips slightly and the move up to remove the straps of her nightdress. Hannah lowered her arms to allow it and almost gasped when he tugged the silky fabric down exposing her chest. He covered one of her nipples with his mouth and sucked on it making her moan and press herself against him. And she couldn't think anymore now. All she knew was that she wanted more.

Gently, she pulled his face off her chest and reached in between them to lower his boxers and free his erection. Sid slid one hand under her and pulled her panties to the side to expose her wetness, with the other he removed Hannah's hand from his member to guide himself inside her. She drove her hands to his shoulder blades and her nails dug on his skin as she slowly lowered herself on his length, biting her bottom lip.

He groaned loudly and threw his head back squeezing his eyes shut and as his hands squeezed his sister's thighs. She bent over Sid and brushed her lips against his as she moved her hips slowly, letting out soft moans and sighs. Her thoughts were a blur, devoid of any coherence; all it seemed to process was that it felt good.

Sid dragged her hips closer to him, burying himself deeper inside her and she whimpered, hiding her face on the crook of his neck as she felt waves of pleasure intensifying. She imploded gasping against his neck and it made him come just after. For a moment she was blind and boneless, barely aware of his body beneath her. As the feeling faded away she lifted her face and pressing her lips to his, lazily, until he parted his lips and deepened the kiss. Hannah felt his large hands caressing her back, they were calloused and a little harsh, but that wasn't unpleasant at all.
She had learned to like it. Just as she had learned to like other aspects of Sid.

Hannah had realized that his personality disorder had brought them closer than they had ever been, despite the incest and the violence, and she felt terribly attached to him.