As always, a million thanks goes out to my editor, Boheminxen. You are awesome.
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I am going to Hell. It's a certainty I wish were untrue. My only salvation is if Hell doesn't exist. Worse yet, if anybody finds out what is going on, I will go to prison before the aforementioned Hell. Always nice to get your body prepared for eternal damnation. If that transpires, however, her warped mind will be lost. I keep replaying all the events that turned my innocent sister inadvertently into my slave, hoping upon hope that if I didn't do just one of them, she would be normal. But alas, we reap what we sow, and now, I don't know how to put a stop to it, or even if I want to.
To train any animal, beast or human, all it takes is time, patience, positive reinforcement, and if your subject is willing, it makes it that much easier. People are creatures of habit. When they are in a routine, it is hard to break from that routine.
I suppose it started when I began going to school, and I don't mean college, or even high school. No, it started on my first day of going to elementary school. Kindergarten awaited me, and my one-year younger sister, Chloe, could not fathom a day in which her older brother was not going to be with her. She screamed and hollered incessantly. She even tried to sneak out of the house after I left as mom was trying to get her ready for the babysitter's before going to one of her three part-time jobs (We'll just say my father is a dick and is no longer around). That first day of school was the day I realized there were people my own gender that I can have fun with. I didn't need to play with my little sister anymore. I still loved her, but now I had friends I knew from school that lived close enough I could hang out with them. Action figures versus dolls. Legos versus playing house. They were easy decisions to make. Finally, after weeks of fussing, Mom gave me the classic line anybody who has a younger sibling dreads to hear: "Just take her with you." I argued a losing battle. No child has ever won that dispute. On the way to my friend Bryce's house, with sister in tow, I made a simple promise. The promise that started it all.
"Listen Chloe, I promise to play with you, hang out with you, and let you follow me around if you do everything to make me happy. If I want something drink, you go get it. If not, I won't let you do anything but sit there and watch me have fun."
Chloe's eyes lit up. "I can do that!"
"All right, c'mon." And I held out my hand and Chloe enthusiastically took it. She had an extra bounce to her step as our palms were connected.
And so it began. I kept my promise. Anywhere I went, she came with me. She learned how to play all stuff boys played. At first, it was the beat 'em up style of action figures and hot wheels young males play. In junior high, it was video games. Bryce hated when she finally figured them out. He couldn't figure out how he could always beat me but not her despite me defeating her every time. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was letting me win. Anything to keep me happy. In high school, it was sports. I loved them all, and she lost against me every time. It did keep both our bodies in shape. All the while, she made an excellent gopher. If I needed water, she ran for it. If I was hungry, she made me a sandwich. It even seeped into our home life. She would make sure I would wake up on time so I could get in the shower first. She cooked dinner, made my plate, and walked it over to me. I picked what we watched on television. If I ever called out, not even to her, she was there to ask if I needed anything. For instance, when I was fifteen I was looking at porn magazine that I smuggled from Bryce's Dad's collection and shouted, "Holy crap, the girl on page 38 is hot!" Within moments, Chloe was knocking on my door asking if everything was okay. She never got friends of her own nor did she ever complain, and without Mom around, all our activities went unchecked.
When I was nineteen, I thought I was living the life. Through my part-time job, I bought a car. I was starting my future by going to nearby State University, I had friends, and my sister catered to me every moment she was not partaking in her senior year of high school. Chloe even planned her part-time job to coincide with mine so we still spent all our free time together. I'm stunned no guys ever came calling for her even if she was just an average brown-haired, brown-eyed teenage girl. She was determined to keep her body in shape and went tanning quite often. I assume that is what her paychecks went toward. The only thing I was missing was a girlfriend, but I'm in college and I was going to do my best to remedy that situation and quickly.
I was late getting home from school; apparently, I ran over a nail and had to change the tire. I was in a hurry as Bryce was to meet me at my place and talk about a potential hook up. I pulled in and noticed Bryce's car was already there. I enthusiastically entered the house, dropped my bags and looked for my friend. I couldn't find him. I went upstairs to see if he was in my room when I heard his voice come from Chloe's bedroom. The door was just open enough for me to see Bryce sitting next to Chloe on her bed. Her head was down as he spoke.
"I've known you for a long time, and you do everything for Alex. Well, I'm his best friend, and I think it's time you do something for me."
Chloe's voice was soft, and I barely heard it. "What would you like me to do?"
I shook my head. I was going to have to talk to Bryce about this. I would never use Chloe's trust in me for my friend's benefit.
"Well, I figure since you're the reason Alex, and I can't get laid, I should be able to fuck you anytime I want, starting now." Bryce's hand went to his pants and unzipped them. "If you don't do it, I'll have Alex tell you to."
I pushed open the door with a vengeance, and the door knob cracked the wall behind it. "What the fuck are you doing?" I was beyond pissed.
"Hey buddy, you're here. I was just telling your sister what problems she's creating for us."
"Get out! I saw what you wanted." My eyes were burning holes into his and each forceful step I took seemed to reverberate off the walls.
"Look, I'm sorry, man. I was frustrated because I could have a date with hot-as-fuck Crystal Roberts but she'll only go out with me if you go out with her friend Kelly Richards, who is smokin' in her own right. But then they got wind that everywhere you go, your high school sister has to come with you." Bryce shook his head. "I'm sick of losing out on girls because of her. Aren't you?"
I heard him out, but it didn't make a difference. "You don't have to worry about that problem anymore. Our friendship is over. Now get out before I kick your ass."
"You're going to throw away our friendship over this?" Bryce seemed stunned but what did he expect?
I was close enough so I decked him. Bryce's head flew to the right and some spittle went with it.
"Fine," Bryce stood up, feeling his jaw. "Who fuckin' needs you for a friend, you cock-blocking asshole!" He swung and I dodged. I used his momentum and pushed him toward the hallway. The wall stopped his stumble and he crashed to the floor. I stood defiantly as he shook his head while he picked himself up. Bryce looked right at me and flipped me off as he exited down the hall.
I didn't even follow him out. I sat next to Chloe and wrapped my arm around her. My sister's head then fell onto my shoulder. "Are you all right? Did that piece of shit hurt you?"
"No, he didn't." Her response was meek before she looked me right in the eye, her brown eyes showing nothing but a want to please, "If you still want him to be your friend, I'll fuck him, for you."
That should have been a warning sign for me, but at the moment, I was just grateful she was all right. "No, that should happen when two people care for each other," I kissed her forehead. "And don't think for one second that you are a burden to me. I have no regrets. I love you." I meant it how a brother should love his sister.
