New town... Same brother

Hannah18

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OOC: Okay so I’m looking for one guy, to play the role of my older brother. I need someone who is dominant and controlling, who isn’t afraid to get a little rough, someone who can be creative with their punishments. Someone who sets a lot of rules.... you get the picture. But at the same time actually cares.

Name: Hannah
Age: Eighteen
Height: 5"2
Looks; Long curly dark brown almost black hair, reaching half way down the back, large brown eyes, slim and petite. 32B

Growing up Hannah had always had a very close relationship with her older brother, despite the age difference. Their parents had never set many ground rules, so her brother took over as an authority figure in Hannah’s life, so you could say that she lived a very sheltered life, up to the age of fourteen she wasn’t allowed to go out with friends.. or date, she wasn’t even allowed out by herself, but Hannah always knew it was only because he worried about her. And then he left, as he was not able to get any work near home.

For the next four years, Hannah went through a little bit of a wild stage, going out drinking and smoking, and of course her parents did nothing to stop it. Four years later and she is going away to college and of course her brother had offered to put her up, something Hannah hadn’t been keen on, but he insisted.


IC:

It’s the beginning of the summer holidays as Hannah drives up the long driveway, her fingers tapping nervously on the steering wheel, it was funny how easily he could turn her into that timid little girl. Hannah hops down from her truck, pulling a packet of cigarettes from her pocket, she sticks one in her mouth, lighting it up as she grabs her bags from the truck. Hannah Walks up to the house, raising her small fist and knocking on the door, she leans back against the wall, taking one final puff of her cig, before throwing it on the ground and stamping on it.
 
Hank had been in the room that he intended for Hannah to stay in, trying to get it into shape for her. The disadvantage of buying a 100 year old house that was foreclosed on is that invariably they seemed unkempt and this one was no different.

He had bought it for a song and a dance, but now was paying the piper in repairs. Doing that around work and grad school was hard, leaving no room for a woman in his life not that he particularly would have the time with Hannah moving in.

The acrid smell of cigarette smoke assaulted his nostrils as he opened the door. Looking down, he could see the snuffed out cigarette laying just off the porch. His brown eyes flared as his head snapped to his little sister, "Give me the cigarettes." His voice low, demanding.
 
Hannah raises her eyebrow, just slightly hmm well he hasn't changed much, still thinks he can tell me what to do. There was no way in hell that Hannah was going to hand her cigarette over to him, there was only a couple left and she could always go by another pack, but it was the principal of the entire thing.

She slowly looks up, meeting the piercing brown eyes off her big brother, he was very clearly towering over Hannah's small frame. She frowns up at him "I missed you too big brother" she says with a clear roll of her eyes as she slips past him and into the house, completly ignoring the way that he was looking at her; she knew that he wasn't happy.

Hannah glances around, it was a pretty nice house and he had done well for himself, Hannah supposed that it wouldn't be that bad staying here.
 
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Hank grabbed Hannah's arm and spun her around. "This is not Mom and Dad's." Fury raged in him, how dare she he thought. "You do not get a free pass here. Here you have to earn your keep and first is no smoking!"

He saw that she was about to say something then cut her off, "And the drinking until you can't move is over. I won't come get you, and when you come back you will face repercussions."

His brown eyes flashed dangerously as he said, "Now give me the damn cigarettes."
 
Hannah gasps as she roughly pulls her arm free of his tight grip on her." I am not a child anymore, I am a legal adult, so start treating me like one" Hannah snaps right back at him, feeling her anger begining to flare once again, just as it always did when someone spoke down to her like this. Okay so maybe living here could be bad, especially if he was going to be a complete jerk to her.

Repercussions. The word rang in Hannah's head as she thinks it over, she might as well give in this time, she would get some more cigarettes tonight when she went out.

Sighing, Hannah rumages in her pocket, pulling out the near empty pack and tossing them at him.. something he was obviously not prepared for as they fall to the ground at his feet, but Hannah does not offer to pick them up, why should she when he was overreacting like this.
 
The rage almost immediately deflated as Hannah dropped the cigarettes on the floor at his feet. He eyed them, then looked up at her, "Thank you, Hannah," he said softly.

Hank placed the heel of his shoe on the pack of smokes and ground it down, pulverizing the fragile cancer sticks inside. "I know quitting smoking will be hard, Hannah, but you have to. I hate the smell, and more, I hate to think that you are killing yourself that way."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Come on, I will show you the room." He took her upstairs toward the back of the house and showed her the second to last bedroom.

"Here it is, your room. The bathroom is a Jack and Jill, so it passes to my room."
 
Hannah nods, she would allow him to think that she was quitting, if that is what he really wanted, she would just do it in secret, she could very easily play off the smell of it and if it would save an argument with her brother than that was fine with her.

She follows him upstairs, to her new bedroom, as she glances around, taking in the displays and what he had done with his house. "It's nice" she comments as she follows him into the room, throwing her bag down on the bed, opening it up, the truth was it was a nice enough room, and she was grateful that he was letting her stay, put she did not plan on sleeping here that often.

"So I need to get ready for tonight, mind leaving me?" Hannah says in her dismissive voice, she had a fake ID and she planned on having a good night.
 
"What?" he asked, "No, YES! Yes damnit I mind." Taking a deep breath he closed his eyes a moment then released it slowly.

"Yes, Hannah, I mind you going out." Hank said evenly. "How do you plan on paying for it? Stealing it? Promising a guy that you will screw his brains out if he shows you the time of your life? Or worse, actually doing so?"
 
Hannah raises her eyebrows at him, she was going out, she honestly did not care what he thought, she didn't need his permission. "Who I fuck or who I plan to fuck is none of your buisness" Hannah bluffs, she wasn't that type of girl.. sure she may have a wildside, but she would never do that.

She begins pulling clothes from her bag, laying them out on the bed, finally deciding on a little black, corseted dress and her heels. She needed a night out. Hannah glances up at him "look I won't be back too late.. and you don't have to wait up for me, as I have already told you.. I am an adult" Hannah says calmly, but firmly.
 
"Wrong." Hank said firmly. "You are a spoiled baby in a woman's body."

His eyes got a glimpse of the dress and for a nano second wondered how she looked in it. Shaking the thought from his head, "Stay here tonight, we need to work out the ground rules for you to stay."
 
Hannah huffs loudly as she thinks over his words.. Ground rules? Didn't sound like it would be much fun, but once they had got this over with, she could do whatever she wanted.

"Fine" Hannah says a hint of annoyance in her voice as she collapses back onto the bed, throwing her bag down on the floor. "I will stay in tonight and talk it all over with you ALTHOUGH tommorrow I will be going out no fucking matter what you say" Hannah snaps at him. As she stands up off of the bed, walking towards the door, her shoulder hitting against him.

"We going to talk or not?" she asks him, her foot tapping imaptiently against the wooden floors.
 
Hank grabbed Hannah's arm again and yanked her toward the bed, watching her as she bounced up once before landing in a unkempt pile on the mattress. "You ungrateful...." he roared. "Who do you think you are?! You will show respect in my house!"

Anger flushed her face as she stood up. Before she could scream at him, Hank cut her off. "Do you know why you are here?"

He saw her stop, and then he continued, "You are here because Dad couldn't stand it anymore. You turned into some hellish monster on him and Mom. Not here, I will kick you out and take you to a homeless shelter first."
 
His words hurt her and it was clear on her face, although she quickly replaces it with an unreadable mask, she doubted his words, her parents let her do whatever she wanted.. infact they barely noticed when she went out. Hannah looks up at him.

"You think I actually want to stay with you? With someone who clearly doesn't care about me, and doesn't even want me here?" she questions, not giving him a chance to enter her question. "I was going to find my own place,, I even had an offer to be the roomate of that guy.. but no you asked me to stay here. Now if you want me to go.. tell me right now; the offers probably still on the table" she huffs, as she leans in the doorway, despite her harsh words, she was worried and feeling vulnerable, Hannah did not know what happened to therir relationship she used to be so close to her brother and honestly she missed that.
 
Hank looked at Hannah, running his hands through his hair. "You are wrong on every count, sis."

"I care, that is why there have to be rules in place, to stop this debaucherous slide you are on. No the offer won't be on the table, I bet. Maybe it would but I would guess the job Dad arranged for him will take care of that. Why do you think he didn't squawk when you left?"

He walked over to Hannah and place one of his hands on her hip then tilted her face to his. Looking down he saw the frightened young girl he loved so much. "No one ever will love you as fiercely as I do. That is why I will fight you tooth and nail until you give up and accept that I really do know what you need, and will give that to you."
 
Hannah looks up into his warm eyes as she smiles softly up at him, she knew deep down that he loved her, but a big part of Hannah did not want to admit that... as it just meant that she could hurt by him. Hannah nods slowly as she looks up at him.

"You may know what I need, but not what I want" Hannah says softly, as she leans up pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "I'm not a little girl anymore, and I should be able to do my own thing" Hannah says firmly, but just a few minutes of being back with him, made her doubt herself. He had always thought that he knew what was best for her, and what she needed, and it had worked all those years ago when she was a little kid.. but not anymore. "Look I will stay in for tonight, but I cannot honestly tell you that I will tommorrow or the day after.."
 
Hank looked at her and shrugged noncommittally. Stepping through the door he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked downstairs with Hannah.

He sat her at the ancient table in the breakfast nook and retrieved them both a soda, her favorite and a diet for himself. She had changed from Coke a couple of years back suddenly. The girl with the coke always in her hand now could couldn't be found with one. He saw her look and said, "Just because you quit talking to me after I went to college doesn't mean Mom, Dad, and your gal pal Liz stopped."
 
Hannah raises one eyebrow at him in disbelief, sure she had kind of expected that her parents would keep in touch; meaning that they would talk about her at some point. Besides she knew they had filled him in about her 'bad ways' before she even came to live with him, the thing was Hannah was not a pushover like the rest of the family seemed to be and her parents did not like that.. not one bit.

"Well they shouldn't have" hannah sneers at him in annoyance, as she looks down at her drink, lifting it up and taking a small sip.

Just as he is about to answer, she cuts him off "Look why don't you just tell me the 'rules' so we don't have to sit here any longer?" She asks in a slightly clipped voice, from the way she said rules, with so much disgust, it was clear that Hannah had no intention of following them.
 
Hank sat across the table from Hannah for a moment before he said anything. "You know the first rule, no smoking. If you need help with nicotine patches or whatever let me know and I will get them for you."

He saw her bristle a little and wave her hand as if she were queen of the world and couldn't be bothered with it.

"The second is, school is your job, first and foremost. I would like for you to not get a job outside of school. If you can get one at the library or one of the departments that is fine, otherwise you can earn an income here. I will pay you $10.00 an hour for helping me restore this old house."
 
Hannah rolls her eyes at him, she was annoyed by him trying to stop her from smoking, not that she was actually going to obey.

At his next 'rule' she pauses, her face softening just slightly. "Really? You'd pay me to do that?" she asks softly, it was nice for him to offer to pay her, he could have just demanded that she helped him.. after all she wasn't even paying rent to him. "That would be great... thank you" she tells him softly.

"BUT I tthink I should establish some rules of my own" she starts.
"Number one, you stay out of my buisness, I will respect your wishes and not smoke in the house, as long as you respect my privacy."
 
"No."

He said it softly, but firmly.

His leaned against the table placing his palms flat against the surface and explained, "As I have no expectation to privacy while you live here, neither should you."

He could see the smoldering anger in her eyes, and said, "We are siblings, Hannah, and I love you way too much to be an absentee brother while you live here with me."
 
Hannah's jaw tightens as her teeth clench together, Hannah takes a few deep breaths, knowing that shouting will only make things worse. "Okay fine, how about I change the rules a little bit?" she asks him.

"First off all I want to be allowed to go out whenever I want, wear whatever I want, see whoever I want. I want to be able to smoke... outside the house at least. And for you not to be constantly on my case." Hannah says quickly, deciding to just lay it all out and hope that he agree's.

"Deal?" she asks him.
 
"No."

Hank leaned back in his chair and sighed. "No Hannah, that is the behavior that got you here in the first place."

Leaning back forward, "Look, all I am doing is setting some parameters for behavior, all things you did when you were younger, and a lot happier from what I can tell."

His eyes caught hers and held them, "Deep down in the recesses of your heart, were you really happy doing all that stuff? If so, why are you here?"
 
Hannah gulps softly as she listens to his eyes widening as she hears his words, he was making her think to much.. and she didn't want to. Hannah feels her eyes begining to tear up, as she stands walking out of the door. She really needed a cigarette, standing up, she pushes the chair back, letting it fall to the floor, with a clatter.

She storms up to her room, frantically searching through her bag, finally finding what she is looking for. Her roll up's. Hannah rolls a cig, lighting it up and walking to the window, opening it and sticking her head out of the window, as she takes a puff, getting the rush that she needed.
 
Hank knew he hit the spot. Hannah's reaction could only mean he broke through a little. After a couple of minutes he followed her upstairs.

At the top of the stairs, the acrid smell of tobacco met him. With a disgusted sigh, Hank walked into Hannah's room to see her at the window puffing away like a steam engine.

We walked up and yanked the cigarette from her hand and tossed it out the window. Grabbing her hand he pulled her to the bed and after struggling with her a minute, finally got her bent over his left leg.

Using his right leg to pin her in place, he looked down and saw her perfectly shaped ass pointing straight at him. Placing his right hand on her right butt cheek he brought it up and then down sharply. A loud slap filled the room as he left his hand in place. "Really Hannah?" he asked.

A second swat vibrated her ass cheek and he said, "I really don't want to do this, but if you insist being a baby, I will."
 
Hannah gasps as the cigarette is suddenly pulled out of her mouth and out of the window. "Hey you.." but she doesn't have time to finish as he grabs her hand, she feels herself being pulled over to the bed, she has to wonder what he is going to do, her eyes widen as he trys to get her on the bed and she suddenly realises what is going on. He is going to spank her!

"No please" she whines as she struggles wildly, trying her best to get free of him.. Hannah didn't want this. "Oww" she yelps loudly as he spanks her ass twice.. pain spreading throughout her entire body, this wasn't fair, she was allowed to smoke.. by law.

"I'm sorry" she whines, "It just relax's me and I needed it, now STOP" she yells at him, kicking her feet hard.
 
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