Genevieve licked her lips, dipping one toe into the water and straightening up again. She walked over to the bathroom door, making sure the lock was placed.
Her parents, well her mother and her stepfather, had gone away for the weekend, leaving Genevieve and her stepbrother Mark to fend for themselves. Mark was cool, he was old enough to buy booze for nineteen-year-old Genevieve and her friends and didn't complain much when Genevieve chose a rom-com over his action/adventure choices.
Lately, especially since Mark had started community college on the other side of town, Genevieve felt his eyes lingering on her a little too long. When it was her turn to wash the dishes, he'd brush against her near the sink, using the excuse of wanting to grab a glass for water. He was bumping into her all the time, and "forgetting" to knock on her bedroom door, simply bursting in when Genevieve least expected it. Mark and Genevieve had known each other for about eight years, so Genevieve wasn't sure where this sudden touchiness had come from.
Her friends teased her, taunting Genevieve that Mark had set his eyes on her. They were making bets on when he'd finally put the moves on her, which grossed Genevieve out to no end. They were practically siblings. Besides, Genevieve had a boyfriend, and Mark had just started going out with some girl from his class.
Genevieve thought about Mark as she washed herself, hearing the thud of the front door that announced his arrival. She quickly got out of the bath and dried her body, wrapping the thick cotton towel around her curvy body and taking a deep breath before throwing the door open to go to her room. Her boyfriend David was coming in about two hours for a date to the movies. She would have a snack and then get ready.
Genevieve didn't hear Mark as she walked down the stairs, so she assumed he was in his room. She thought of David, and how he'd surely bring up the topic of sex once more. Since they'd reached their one year anniversary, David had been all over Genevieve for not sleeping with him. But she was waiting for the right time, although David never seemed to understand that.
Genevieve tugged down the shorts she'd changed into, stretching her arms as she kept the towel from falling off her head. Exasperated, she unwrapped it and shook her hair out, nearly colliding with Mark, who had a very obvious look of guilt on his face. "Hey." Mark didn't look her in the eye as he climbed up the stairs. It was odd considering Mark was extremely social. Genevieve walked on to the kitchen, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl and standing near the sink looking out the window while she ate.
Footsteps announced Mark's arrival once more, and he wandered into the kitchen, having changed into a sleeveless shirt. "How was school?" Genevieve asked brightly. Mark looked at her somberly, grabbing an apple and biting into it. He brushed past her and threw the cupboard open, grabbing a glass and filling it from the fridge's water dispenser. "Whatever." She huffed, turning to look out the window. Mark shoved her aside and turned on the sink to wash his hands. Genevieve stood still, hearing Mark step out of the kitchen Weird.
She finished the banana and was stepping outside the kitchen when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind. She jumped, struggling under the strong grasp. "I'm tired of this." Mark muttered into her ear. "How was school Gen? Terrible, because I broke up with my girlfriend and you know why?"
"Mark, let go of me! I swear to god if you don't let go I'll"-
"I broke up with her because all I've been thinking about for the past two years is fucking the shit out of you."
Genevieve felt her stomach drop, her yells becoming shriller as she twisted underneath her stepbrother's hold. "Mark stop, this isn't funny! It's gross, please let me go upstairs, I have a date with David in half an hour."
It seemed like Mark was talking to himself. "All this time I've just been seeing you walking around in those short shorts and those little nighties. All for me right?" Genevieve smelled beer in his breath. She jerked around, opening her mouth to scream. His hand clamped down over her mouth and she tried to bite it, but he quickly hoisted her over his shoulder. He wasn't overly muscular, but playing basketball and going to the gym kept his frame lean. Nevermind the fact he towered over her.
"Mark you had too much to drink, please. You'll regret whatever you're doing, soon." Genevieve felt tears of frustration prick her eyes as Mark groped onto the back of her thighs and began shuffling towards the stairs.
"One beer hardly counts as anything. Besides, do you think I'd want to be wasted now that I finally have the chance to fuck that tight little body of yours?"
"Mark! I- Unf!-" Mark took an over exaggerated step up, kneeing Genevieve on the stomach as he did so. She gasped, feeling a throbbing pain where his knee had hit. That shut her up for about thirty seconds, giving Mark time to reach the top of the stairs and start heading towards his bedroom.
"Who do you think encouraged your mom and my dad to take the trip down to Napa they'd been wanting so much? Just needed to give them that big brother bullshit and they were all over it. And the idea that your mom is out there laughing and drinking wine while I'm screwing the shit out of her daughter is making me so hard." Mark kicked open the door to his bedroom, tossing Genevieve down over the bed like she didn't weigh anything. He kicked the door shut and stood over a dazed Genevieve, who quickly tried to scramble up. He shoved her back, making her head thud against the wall and black circles dance across her vision.
"Mark, please, please. You don't have to do this." Genevive's voice trembled, her hands struggling to tug her shorts down and keep her clothing in place.
