Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
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I am so fucked up. There is definitely something wrong with me. You see, something happened to me that is really, really questionable, and when I say questionable, I really mean fucked up. Like really fucked up.
My name is Reed. I know that's a boy's name, but my dad got drunk at a Japanese steak house six months into my mom's pregnancy with me, and he thought the bamboo along the south wall were reeds, so he suggested the name Reed for me, and my mom is a new age bookstore owner, so Reed fucking stuck in their brains. I got stuck with a fucking boy's name.
Anyway, I'll try and describe myself. I'm five-four, white, a dyed-blonde from my original chocolate brown hair, that long hair usually up in twin pony tails (I just like that style. Don't judge me) and I have hazel eyes and decent sized breasts (they're a C-cup if you wanted to know). I'm not fat, but I'm not skinny either, and I have pretty big hips (at least I think so). My face is more 'cute' than gorgeous, but I'm fine with that. I wish I could lose a little weight, because I have a slight pooch in my belly, and I hate that, but you learn to live with what you have. I'm lazy, okay? Don't judge me.
I'm twenty-two, and I'm living with my parents. I don't want to go to college yet (all of my friends have), but I just want to work at the local supermarket and save some money (though I sometimes waste it on frivolous purchases...except for shoes. Shoes are never frivolous). My dad is an accountant at a big firm, and my mom is the owner of a new age bookstore that sells crystals, incense, tarot, and books (of course). My parents moved to suburbia once they started making real money, but that was even before my older brother was born. We live in a two-story house that we've had forever, but it met my dad's specifications, something he'd been looking for in purchase way back when, but that's not really important right now. What is important is my older brother (the point of this fucked up tale).
My older brother Jeffrey went to college as soon as he graduated high school. He's twenty-four, and he and I have always fought over everything. We've fought over the TV, food, money, music, walking space, politics (don't get me started), the bathroom...The bathroom's the big one. It's what started this bullshit.
Jeffrey is six-foot even, six inches taller than me, so it feels like I'm always shouting up in his face. He's a little thinner than most guys, but not like, stick-thin. He's got chocolate brown hair like me (before mine was dyed) that he keeps immaculately short and well-trimmed (I swear, it's like he goes and gets a haircut every week), and he's got a square, stern face like my dad's (not round and cute like my mom's, like me) with the same hazel eye color as myself. We do look a little bit alike, but we are as different as night and day. I'm fun-loving and fancy free, spontaneous, and somewhat irreverent at times. Jeffrey is orderly, imperious and self-righteous, and if his asshole were any tighter, he'd snap off that stick that's permanently shoved up his ass. He drives me nuts at times (well, most of the time).
Right now Jeffrey has come home for the holidays, and whenever he does, it's nothing but fight, fight, fight, fight, fight. He's constantly on the phone with his girlfriend, Jenny, whom I've never seen, but I've heard her voice from his phone, so she must be real, but how his anal-retentive ass got a girl, I'll never know. I'm surprised she isn't a mail-order bride, because I never thought he'd actually get a girl to talk to him, much less date him.
To catch you up to what's been going on, the trouble started when my parents had to go out of town for a funeral. My mother's Aunt Gilda died, so my parents left for a week to take a flight to San Diego. We (my brother and I) got stuck here alone together for one entire fucking week (big mistake). That first night they were gone was the worst (and boy howdy was it bad).
That Saturday night I went out on the town with my three former high school friends, and we went and cruised the bars like the mighty pack we are. I failed to pick anyone up, but that's not because I'm ugly (I've been told I'm very fuckable...multiple times) but because the only ones out during this time of the year were some ugly trolls that I wouldn't fuck if my pussy were cursed and was going to fall off if I didn't have immediate sex with a stranger. Anyway, I got a little drunk, just a little, and I drove home anyway. That was just the beginning of my misery, because...Jeffrey...So here's my story.
I fumbled with the house key and managed to unlock the door, but I didn't even get a chance to open it. The doorknob was yanked out of my hand as Jeffrey blocked my entrance, my big brother scowling down at me with a look that I just wanted to smack off his chastising face.
"Where in the hell have you been?" he demanded.
I scowled back at him and pushed him out of the way, stumbling a little into the living room.
"Out with my friends," I frowned. "Not that it's any of your business."
"You had the car, dumbass," said Jeffrey as he closed and locked the front door. "It's my car. Just because Mom and Dad said you could borrow it doesn't mean you can just take off with it anytime you want."
"So?" I asked. "It's not like you're going anywhere."
"I have to get a Jenny a gift," said Jeffrey. "I needed to get her one tonight. Now I'll have to wait until tomorrow!"
I rolled my eyes at that one but didn't even turn to acknowledge my brother. He was pissing me off. I reached down and pulled off my right shoe, because I didn't like walking around in the house with them on. I liked walking in my socks, and though that may sound weird to some people, it wasn't weird for me. Heck, my mom likes to walk around in her bare feet ninety-percent of the time, so it's not that unusual.
Anyway, I was going to say something after I took off my left shoe, but considering our living room has a wooden floor, you can guess what happened. My right foot slipped, and I fell straight backwards to my ass and then to my back, and then the back of my head bounced off of the hard wooden floor. It hurt like fuck.
"Owwww..." I said weakly as I sat up and rubbed the back of my head.
Jeffrey did not even try to help me up. He just glared down at me and berated me like the asshole he is.
"You're drunk!" he hissed. "I can smell booze all over you! You drove my car while drunk!"
"I only had a couple of margaritas," I frowned up at him. "Well, maybe more than a couple, but...but I'm fine. It's not a big deal."
"You're in deep shit," said Jeffrey, his lips pulling down into a terrible, accusing grimace. "Wait until Mom and Dad hear about this!"
I waved him off. I wasn't in the mood to put up with his shit.
"Fuck off," I said. "I told you...It's not a big deal."
"You're fucked," scowled Jeffrey. "Just wait until they get back. Then we'll see how 'it's not a big deal' when Mom tears you a new asshole."
"Oh, so she's going to have another you?" I asked.
Jeffrey just shook his head and walked away, muttering something nasty under his breath. He walked up the stairs to the second floor, probably on his way to jerk off to pictures of women in chains...Nah...I knew he was waaaay too uptight for his little dick to get hard. Any erection he got would probably cause him to pass out, because he needed all of his blood to keep his two brain cells working.
I finally took off my left shoe and tossed it aside. I didn't feel like putting them away, that's how pissed I was. Normally I guarded my shoes like a lioness guards her cubs.
I followed my asshole brother upstairs and decided right then to take a shower. I took baths at times, but at the moment I was pissed from having to deal with Jeffrey Stalin, so I didn't even bother to grab my pajamas. Yeah, I wear pajamas at night. They have little teddy bears holding big red hearts on them. Don't fucking judge me.
I walked into the upstairs bathroom and locked the door. I had a slow-burning fury building within me, and I needed to chill and just...chill. I stripped, stood naked before the mirror above the sink, and cupped both of my breasts in my hands, holding them up a little. I studied my large brick-red nipples for a moment and sighed.
