The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Look, once we get there, you fuck off and leave me alone, you got it? You don't come around and bother me or any of my friends, you got it?" I warn my younger brother, stopping as we are walking down the sidewalk together. When I stop, I turn to look at him, wanting him to see how serious I'm being by the look in my eyes.
It's Halloween night, so my upset and intense tone seems at odds with the environment that's all around us. There are tons of happy kids in costume roaming around, most of them acting like turds. Everywhere there are shrill sounds of laughter, screams of getting scared and excitement at the thought of getting free, cheap candy from strangers. Yet I don't care about any of that as I glare at my younger brother.
My 18 year old brother rolls his eyes again and resumes walking, acting like he didn't go to Mom and say how I was trying to gaslight his social life. Hell, the little shit doesn't even know what that word means. He was just upset because I told him I didn't want him going to this party. That I pointed out to him that he got invited as a pity invite, not a real invite like mine.
I get so tired of my younger brother and the way he always tries to make it look like I'm the bad guy. I mean, I'm the victim here! I was trying to help him when I told him not to go. Afterall, he would be so out of place at the party, especially since no one knows him and his social skills suck. And the ones that do know him, will know him as my bratty, prevy little brother. Who knows what someone might do to him once the drinking really gets going. But will he listen? No. That's why he'll be a big loser all his life.
"I'm serious Jeff!" I say, damn near screaming as I hate when anyone ignores me. My scream then echoes all around, even bouncing off and coming back. As my brother damn well knows, I don't mind making a scene. Just like I don't care that all the nearby trick or treaters have stopped to look at us, wondering what our drama is.
"Jeez, you don't have to scream Carla. I can hear that bitchy voice of yours just fine when you talk normal," Jeff replies ahead of me, acting annoyed as if he has any reason. He's stopped to look back at me, but resumes his walking, not caring if it is with me or not.
"If you fuck things up between Brady and me, I swear I will pancake your balls," I warn my loser brother, again being as serious as I can be. Brady is my soon to be girlfriend, and tonight will be the night we finally get together. And nothing is going to stop that.
"I don't care about whatever slut thing you are going to do. I'm just going to check out Johnny's new PS5," Jeff tells me as he keeps on walking. Despite him trying to play cool and keep calm, I know I've gotten under his skin. I can tell by the way his shoulders are stiff and tense, which makes me smile.
"But I don't have any friends, right? So that can't be why I'm going to my friend's party. Isn't that what you keep telling Mom? That I lie and make up the friends that I have?" Jeff says, pausing his walk.
With a huge smile on my face, I'm proud that I've gotten under his skin more than what I thought I did. If I'm lucky, he'll be so upset he acts like an asshole at the party and gets kicked out. Oh, how I love pushing his buttons and watching him self-destruct.
"Well, it's true. You're a fucking loser," I tell my brother who is a year and a half younger than I am. I say this with my head held high as well as with a lot of pride because I'm not ashamed of saying this. Nor do I feel bad telling him the truth.
I do tell Mom that he has no friends because he really doesn't. His friends are losers like him. The type of people you can't really rely on nor would you want to admit are your friends. It's not my fault he can't find any real friends. Real friends like the type that will help scam some old man at the club. Or that will help harass your OnlyFans into giving more tips. And anyway, I'm forced to tell mom these things because she expects me to be his friend and I think I rather eat my own hand.
"Really, tell me how you met Brady again. It was all by yourself, right? Not because you came begging for money when Johnny, Travis, Phil and I were hanging out at the mall?" Jeff asks, a knowing look on his face, as if he's caught me in some lie.
I consider screaming at him again as my anger flares. My rage feels like it begins at my toes and rises over my body like in some cartoon. But as soon as I feel it move over me, I manage to calm myself down. I'm able to do this because I tell myself my younger brother has replaced what really happened that day with some fake version. He's always doing that too. Lying and making up shit that didn't happen to make himself feel better. It's pathetic.
I plainly remember how I met Brady. It's true it was at the mall, but I had run into my brother on accident. I often go to the mall to hang out near Victoria Secret's or a store like it. There's always some old pervert nearby that you get to give you money. All you have to do is ask him to give his opinion on how some bra looks on you. Once he sees that, the wallet opens up.
That day I found Jeff in some computer or electronic store. I forget which one it was, but it was the one that sells like compute insides and chips and whatever. When I found him, he kept asking me to leave because he was having an informal job interview with the owner. I told him I would, if he would Venmo me some money to get a dress that really looked good on me. I did have money for it, but why spend my hard earned money when I could have his? It's not like he was going to use it on anything important. Probably just another stupid video game or dumb thing like that.
Right as I was about to walk off, I saw Brady. My brother's loser friends were hanging out outside the store, no doubt waiting for him. She was standing a little ways behind them, but clearly by herself. Yeah, she was talking to one of them, but it was pretty clear she didn't like being so close to people like them.
I started to talk to her and found out that much like myself, she was the older sister and had to accompany them on behalf of her parents. She never said it in words, but I knew we had a connection because she was embarrassed by her sibling and his friends.
"Just stay the fuck away from me tonight you fucking pervert," I warn my brother as he walks off since I won't sink to his level. But because he is walking away, he makes me yell this warning.
"Hey! There's kids around. Watch your mouth!" Some Karen barks as she holds the hand of some brat that is trick or treating. The woman looks at me with a look that seems to say what a piece of garbage I am. In response, I give her the middle finger and resume walking, thankful that I'm never going to let anyone ever make me pregnant to have her body shape.