My Best Friends Brother

“Danni I’ll be right back.” I whispered to my best friend. “I’ve gotta pee.”
“Okay girl.” She replied, she was practically asleep on the full sized bed laying next to me. I was spending the night for her 15th birthday, but I still had a few months to go til it was my birthday. I got out of the warm bed and stepped across the cold wood floor, 11:30pm shown in red on her clock. I walked down the small hallway to the bathroom, but the door was closed. “Ugh, of course.” I said to myself. I walked to the kitchen around the corner. I stood in front of the open refrigerator in a tight pink tank top and purple boy shorts. “There’s not even anything good to munch on.” I thought. I closed the refrigerator disappointed, and nearly screamed. “Ah, oh Jesus, Brandon.” I grabbed my chest, my heart was beating like I had just ran a race. “You scared the shit out of me.” I whispered loudly to Danni’s big brother, who had been standing right now the other side of the fridge door.
“Wha-uh, what are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t say anything. His shaggy brown hair hung in his eyes. “Hey, uh, Kylie,” he said quietly, “Come here.” He grabbed my hand roughly. “Ow Brandon, stop it.” I tried to pull my hand away. “Nah, no come on, it’ll take like, a couple minutes.” He said trying to convince me. “But I have to go to the bathroom!” I whined loudly. He dropped my hand.
“Well…okay.” He grabbed my upper arm this time. “Let’s go.” He began to push me to the bathroom.
“Brandon, what the hell?” I asked. “Stop.” He was always a little pushy with me and Danni, but never like this. This was control.
He didn’t respond, but continued to lead me to the bathroom until we were inside and he closed the door behind us. He let go of my arm. Slightly pushing me forward. “What the hell?” I asked again, rubbing my sore arm.
“Go.” He instructed me.
“What? Are you kidding me? No!” I yelled in a whisper. My mind was in a small state of panic.
He grabbed my face and squeezed it. “Just fucking go. Now.”
“Okay, okay.” Nervously, I pulled my panties down and sat on the toilet. Ridged.
“Go ahead.” He leaned back on the door, watching my every embarrassing move. Slightly grinning. I began to pee, and he smiled at my slyly.
I just looked down and finished as quickly as I could, wiping, and snatching my panties up. I stood in front of him blocking the door. “Okay, you saw me. Now let me go back to bed with Danni,” I said with my hands on my hips. He put his hand on my chest and pushed me back gently. “No,” he said, “Not yet. Come here.” He grabbed my arm again. “Please Brandon, just let me go!” I whined. Once again, he didn’t respond, just opened the door up and pulled me with him across the house to his small bedroom. A little room that had been used for storage before they moved in, and they had transformed into his bedroom. A red light was the only thing that dimly lighting it. He shoved me on the bed, the same size as Danni’s, and closed the door.
I shook, tears were building in my eyes. There was no way to get away from him now. “What do you want from me?” I asked, trying my best to put on a front that I wasn’t afraid of him. He dropped his black pants to the floor. I sat straight up and quickly scooted up against the wall on the bed.
I looked at the door. Locked. “Brandon, don’t hurt me. I don’t like you like that, I already told you that.” My voice faltered.
“Come here Kylie.” He stood at the end of the bed and watched me slowly obey him, and crawl towards him.