Author's Note: Incest and horror themes.
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He looked down at the diminutive girl standing on the doorstep. Her hands bunched into angry fists, as she stared not up at him but straight ahead into his chest.
The black-haired girl actually growled, before she spat out her habitual words since begging him to let her stay a year ago. "Can I come in?"
"You know you don't have to ask me every time." Scott said with amusement, "I gave you a key, Ellie."
"Shut up and just say `yes'." She snapped at him.
He crossed his arms, "Kinda hard to both shut up and say you can come in, isn't it?"
"I have had a fucking bad fucking day!" Ellie screeched, slamming one hand against the doorframe, "So... Just... Say it!"
Scott stepped back, "Geeze. Sorry. You can come in."
She shoved passed him, storming off to her room. She slammed the door behind herself. He thought for a bit about following her, then he considered leaving it, before finally deciding to try to see if there was anything he could do to help.
He also thought about how over the last year Ellie had grown more and more wild, and unpredictable. He'd make her dinner, and some days she'd take it and thank him. Other days she'd ignore it. And yet others she'd scream at him and then run off to her room.
She didn't seem to act like a twenty year old, at all.
Scott was only twenty one, himself, but there was no doubt in his mind that between them he was the mature one. That Ellie had stopped growing when she was still head and shoulders shorter than everyone else didn't help with her seeming immaturity.
Well, parts of her had.
Scott hadn't seen her in three years before she first turned up on his doorstep. Not entirely his choice. He had brought a boyfriend home from uni to meet the family.
His father had brought a brick to meet him, in return.
One of the things that had struck Scott when he first saw her standing there was just how much she had blossomed into a young woman. Which was to say, she had a giant rack.
He wasn't supposed to notice things like that, being her brother. However, looking down at her always made it hard to not look down her top. Especially when Ellie always seemed to like standing way too close to him, with way too deep necklines.
Scott wasn't proud of it, but she had been the subject of his fantasies more often than could possibly be considered reasonable.
Ellie's door slammed open, "Shut the fuck up!"
Just as quickly, she was gone again, crashing closed the door behind her and leaving Scott completely confused. He hadn't opened his mouth since letting her in.
He sighed and tried to think what he could do to cheer her up.
Food was out. In her current mood she was as like or not to throw it at his face. What he needed to find was something that would make her feel sentimental and fill her with warm and fuzzy feelings. A nice little dose of nostalgia.
He went to the linen cupboard and found the big and heavy quilt that he saved for the heart of winter, dragging it out and into the loungeroom, and then he went into the garage.
Scott looked around at the piles of boxes against the shelves, and the spiderwebs. He was probably going to get bitten before he found what he wanted.
He started moving through them, finding pieces of his childhood, including a photo album that was basically all pictures of Ellie doing stupid things. Like standing on the outside of a bridge over a waterfall and grinning.
That went aside to come back in. Along with a jewellery box that was hers, and had been in the same box as the album.
He eventually found the tent leaning against the back of the shed wall and grabbed it. It wasn't nearly as big as he remembered, so he didn't know if his idea was going to work, but it was worth a shot.
Scott came back inside, and shoved the couch up against one wall, and set up the tent. The quilt went inside, and the TV was repositioned so that they'd be able to see it.
"Ellie!" He called out.
"Not hungry!" She called back, sounding just as pissed off as when she'd got home.
Scott smiled and walked down the hall and tapped the outside of her door quietly. It snapped open and she glared up at him, "The fuck do you want? I said I'm not hungry!"
"Tent. TV. Movie."
Ellie made a pained face and dropped forward, leaning her forehead into his chest. Grabbing his top, and bunching up fists as she burst into tears. She sniffled weakly, "Fuck. Why do you have to be so... Nice to me?"
"I love you, El."
"I'm a total bitch." She whispered.
Scott lifted her chin, "Hey... I don't care how rough your day has been. No one gets to call my little sister a bitch. Not even herself."
She smiled and brushed her cheeks quickly, and headed towards the tent. Walking like she was gliding down the hallway. She flopped down wordlessly onto the quilt, and buried herself face-first into it.
He followed after, lying down beside her, and putting a hand on her back. Gently rubbing around in circles. She groaned and pulled her hair aside, "Would you... Mind?"
Scott sighed and sat up, "I s'pose. For my little sister."
He started by kneading her shoulders, his thumbs instantly complaining that she felt more like rock than how a squishy woman should feel. It only took a minute before Scott felt the need to straddle her hips so that he wasn't straining his elbows as he pushed into her muscles.
"Th-that's it..." Ellie groaned weakly, sounding like she was already half asleep.
"Rough day, huh?"
"The worst." She moaned quietly, "Some... Asshole on the... Subway. Groped my ass. Ooh, harder? Um... Right. Subway jerk. After I dealt with him, I was nearly to work, when a stray came out of nowhere and bloody bit me."
Scott paused, "Stray? Bit you?"
"Left leg." Ellie mumbled tiredly, and reached down to drag up her dress. In her exhaustion she dragged it way too high, exposing half her ass along with her beautifully smooth and brilliantly white legs.
Sure enough, there were a half dozen red welts from a bite on her thigh. The bite was massive, the thing must have been a malamute or something. None of the teeth seemed to have pierced the skin, thankfully. Didn't stop Scott fretting, "Did you disinfect it?"
"Mmm." Ellie nodded tiredly, "Shoulders? It was just getting good."
