Sugar and Soap

She sat on the counter, drawer she used to hoist herself up with still open around the curve, past the sink of suddy water. Her socks were wet from walking through the metal basin, on her way to this side of the granite cabinet tops, the side close to the high up freezer. She'd tugged it open just minutes ago, and there it still hung ajar, grabbing a popsicle from the metal guard on the shelf on the door with a thin, pale, hand- freckles scattered across the backing like a connect the dot. She'd seated herself here, feet dangling off, socks still dripping into a pile of suds on the floor, as she peeled the paper off of the fruit bar and jammed as much as she could into her mouth.

Mmmmm.

It wasn't five seconds into her enjoyment that her oldest brother, eight year old James Potter, entered the room, his eyes behind his glasses going into an angry glare at the sight. On her way over she'd knocked off a sugar cannister, two pots, and the bottle of soap, and so the floor was a sticky, slippery mess below. She planned to clean it up...merlin!

James was much taller than both herself and their brother Albus, who was her favorite. And as the boy in the glasses drew himself to full height, she bit her lip and scooted back away from the edge farther, until she reached the wall, eyes wide and glistening and fearful.

"Lily. Luna. Potter." Each word was deliberate. Slow. She felt her insides give a great lurch, able to feel his anger radiating off of him in painful waves. She shivered. "Get. Over. Here. Now."

She looked down. That was a long way.

"I. Said. NOW!" He growled.

"James, it's a big drop. What if I fall down?" She asked, wide eyed.

"You got yourself up there, now GET yourself DOWN!" He was yelling words now. She knew what was next.

Slowly Lily slid to the edge, pressing back her long red hair from her face before edging, one hand still wrapped around the wooden flattened stick of her popsicle, off of the counter. Her feet landed first then slid from beneath her in the puddle, and she fell on her bottom and into the slippery sugary puddle to the left. Her eyes watered and her lip quivered as she got up, rubbing her bottom, and limping gingerly toward him, popsicle now discarded in the mess.

James glared as she almost slipped again, his face just hard and stern. When she came to stand in front of him, the top of her head at his navel as he pulled himself to full height, he roughly grabbed her cotton covered arms and leaned her back so he could glare at her some more.

"Clean this mess up. NOW."

Mum and dad were at work, like normal. Albus was probably off reading in his own little world, and her stomach clenched when he touched her. He was going to hurt her again. And there was no one to buffer it. Without word, Lily grabbed a magical towel which made things wiped up disappear and began on her hands and knees across the floor. He watched, arms crossed, breathing shallower as she wriggled her bottom when she slid on some soap to keep from slipping. She didn't look back up until it was all clean. Lily picked up the pots, stacking them inside one another, and added the metal cannister last, settling it onto the edge of the counter, hands high abover her head. She then turned to look at him.

"Bathroom. Now." His voice didn't soften.

Slowly Lily lowered her head, eeyes closed as she crossed the floor again. Her bottom really hurt from where she'd fallen, and she lifted up the oversized Quidditch shirt she wore as a night gown, pulling at her knickers, trying to see the bruise she was sure resided there now. She felt his hand cruely come down then, shoving her by the bruise into the bathroom, making her winces hard.

"Oooow, James...stop..." she whined, looking up at him with angry eyes.

"Oops. Sorry." He lied. His voice was still cold.

She watched him cross the room to the tub and turn the faucet and tugged her shirt back down to her knees, sinking back against the cool tile wall a bit. She didn't like this. Not one bit. As he tested the water he crossed the room and looked down at her, his eyes full of disgust. His hands went over her own, prying them open easily, and lifted her shirt over her head.

"James. No. I can do it. I can do it."

He growled and silenced her. She felt his thumbs hook in her knickers and slide them down, kneeling as he went. She watched his eyes lock onto her no-no spot and her hands went to cover herself.

"Move. Your. Hands..." he ordered.

She shuddered. "No."

He glared up at her, lip twitching. "Lily. I said move them..." he warned. "Mom and dad put me in charge. You've gotta do what I say..."

She shook her head.

James grabbed her hands and pried them away, harsh enough to make her wince. He pinned the tiny wrists above her head, and chuckled as she struggled and squeezed closed her legs. "Mmm...you know I like a challenge, little one..."

Her stomach turned and twisted as his other hand went to her side, tickling her ribs, causing her to squirm, his thigh working its way between her legs as her defenses fell. She looked down with a whimper, wriggling against him like a worm to try and escape. One finger was all it took. Slowly James reached it out and brought it across her private spot, and she struggled worse, breathing harder.

"Lily. Shhhh..." he said. He slid the finger between her hairless little mound, across the little ball of nerves he rubbed so often just to watch her hips squirm. The reaction was instand. She quieted, stopped fighting, grew still and compliant. "Good girl..." He rubbed her a bit more, watching her hips buck out of her control. Then looked to the tub. "Get in the bath."

As his hands came off her wrists, she rubbed them, little wince as she limped over to the tub, tugging off her socks with opposite feet, and trying to hike her leg up to slip in. It was still too high for her to reach over. She felt James' arms hook around her waist, grinding something hard against her back a moment, before lowering her into the tub.

"There we go...sit here. I'll be right back. Don't make another bloody mess, please..." he pinched his nose and rubbed the bridge before turning to leave.

Lily sat still for a moment, before grabbing a nearby ducky that vibrated so it swirled through the water off the ledge of the tub. She tugged the switch and let it go, watching it zip through the water, an elated giggle escaping her. It was then that James returned with Al, who was six at the time, and pressed him into the room as well. Lily met green eyes and slunk under the water farther.

"I'm giving you both a bath at the same time tonight. Get undressed, Al."

Al looked at him funny, then shrugged. Lily didn't look as he took off his pants and shirt- he'd bothered dressing unlike her- and was envious when James turned his back so he could remove his underpants. She turned away as well. Within a matter of moments, Albus was at the other end of the tub with the duck.

James tugged over a chair he'd brought from the play room, cups- which he slid into the water, wash clothes, liquid soap, and shampoo. Lily scooted closer to Al, capturing the duck in her hand and pulling it under until she let it go and it broke the water with a pop. Lily giggled, and Albus smiled at her.

James started with Albus, wetting his hair with a cup and then dumping a glob of shampoo into his hands. Something about Al always made her calm, and she watched as James let him scrub suds up into his own hair. She tilted her head, still playing with the duck, and then looked up as water rushed over Albus' head by his own hand. James helped him be sure he got all of the soap with his fingers and then smiled approvingly, before his gaze moved to Lily.

The cup came over her hair a few times, but James didn't let her scrub her own scalp. And he was rough. She winces and whined "James...owwwww..." and then felt Albus' hand get her own. It took a while to get the shampoo all the way to the ends, and them he rinsed her without warning, causing her to choke and sputter on the warm water. James laughed.

Al sent him a dirty look and rubbed her back. "Shhhh...you okay, Lil?" He asked.

She nodded. She watched James start to soap up a wash cloth across Albus' shoulders and neck, gently getting his face. "Stand up, Albus."

Al looked unsure before standing. James soaped his chest and abdomen, his bottom, his thighs, and then his penis, and Lily tried not to watch, cheeks reddening. James seemed to spend a lot of time there, before having Albus sit and give him his calves and feet. James tickled the sole of each before letting it splash back into the water and rinsing him with a clean cloth, squeezing it across his shoulders and back, caressing his face.

"Lily. Now you."

Lily had to stand up. She winced, shifting her weight onto the hip that wasn't bruised, and James washed her face, her neck. He spent time on her chest, her nipples mainly, whice h made her back squirm from side to side. He made her turn to face Albus as his hand slid lower, across her stomach, her sides. He was rougher around the bruise and she squirmed but then he slid the towel around and down between her legs. Her eyes closed as he pressed it between the lips, rubbing mercilessly against her.

"James..." she whimpered, squirming against his hand. He grabbed her opposite hip and forced her harder against his finger tips, smirking as she gasped and whimpered and shuddered. She couldn't help herself even though it felt wrong. "James. Albus. No." Remembering her brother was there.

Al's head was turrned. James sneered at him a moment, and adjusted Al's face beneath his chin. "Watch. Or I'll hurt her."

Lily squirmed and writhed against him, knees weak, and he pressed her against the wall, rubbing furiously until her body tensed and she squealed out, her chest heaving. He smirked and let her slump down into the tub, eyes tearing up as she did. She slid closer to Al and hid her face in his shoulder, causing James to chuckle more. James took the duck and smirked, unplugging the stopped.

"I want you to go to your room and put on your pajamas, Al. I'll be in to be sure you're in bed once I finish with Lily." He ordered, grabbing the little red head off of Albus and lifting her up and over the side of the tub. "Don't come into her room, or else."

James sat Lily down, and she stayed still, eyes down, feeling ashamed. He wrapped her in a towel and then helped Albus out of the tub, before pressing his little sister down the hall.

She wrapped the towel closer around her with a shiver, and James steered her to the bed. She sat on the edge as he gathered her clothes and things and climbed on beside her, brushing her hair into two pigtails. He was so gentle she relaxed into him as he braided each and secured it with a band. He kissed her head. "Lay down." His voice was gentle, warm...so she did.

James knelt beside her, squeezing lotion into his hand and rubbing it across her skin. He was careful, sweet, and it almost made her sick because she knew what the smell meant. She'd associated lavander and vanilla with what he did to her over the years. When he finished, he looked over her and she blinked up innocently.

He slid her underwear over her feet and legs gently, lifting her lower back with a palm to secure them on around her waist. And then he helped her up and slid a new shirt over her head while she tugged on her little yellow and green striped socks. And he pulled back her linens, grabbing the towel and brush and things, settling them all into their right places. Lily crawled in without being told and cuddled her stuffed broomstick close to her chest.

The lights went out and she could hear James breathing as he curled in behind her. She shifted her bottom away from him, but an arm around her waist tugged her right back and closer. She swallowed and her eyes teared up.

"Shhhh...you know you like it when your big brother puts you to sleep..." he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and moist, making her feel more sick. His hand slid down her stomach and into her panties, and he tried to probe her entrance. "Mmm...still too little to go inside, Lil..." he whispered again. And then his finger swiped her lump again and she squirmed away. He let out a frustrated sigh and gripped her hip bone roughly, holding her in place as he flicked it again. His thumb and index finger came to pinch it, causing her to squeal and struggle. He rubbed between the fingers and tightened and loosened his grip, eyes locked on her face as she fought him, chuckling darkly. He took his thumb and circled it, then scraped across, causing her to arch and moan out louder. Soon her lips were parted and she was no longer struggling, but pressing against him more, her hips bucking...

He kept going, harder and harder, faster with his rubbing, switching to his full palm on top of her mound, cupping and applying pressure as she bucked against his hand with a loud squeal as her body tensed. She had that broom clutched to her, her eyes watering freely now, her chest raptured in heavy breathing and hiccups before a final flick caused her to go limp and her eyes to lock on his, squeaking out "James!"

He smirked and kissed her as she sobbed and hiccuped and held her close. When the sobs stopped shaking her body, she fakely evened her breathing out to resemble sleep. It wasn't long before he slipped out of bed.

"Love you...little sis..." he slid out of the crack he left in the door.

She gave it half an hour before she slipped out of bed as well and padded to the door. She snuck across the hallway and pressed Albus' door opened, seeing him in bed. Lily came closer and met his eyes, sniffling and hiccuping again, the tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Lily..." Albus lifted his blankets and tugged her close when she crowled in. He wrapped his arms around her, in a protective sort of way, then rubbed her hairline. "Shhhhh...shhhh. it's okay. He's gone now..." he whispered.

Lily rolled over and burried her face in him, crying more and more until it really did even out into sleep as Albus stroked her back and kissed the top of her head and held her.

"I Love You," he whispered.

"I love you too..." she slurred, trying to force her eyes opened.

"Sleep now, bug," he whispered, kissing her cheek. She didn't take any more than that before she was unconscious.