I staggered through the door and collapsed onto the sofa after a long day. I looked in the mirror and saw myself as I started the day-the same pale skin, the same long ginger hair, the same hoodie and miniskirt-but I felt like crap. I reached for the TV remote when I heard a noise from upstairs and steps thundering down them.
My brother, Josh, poked his head into the room and followed with the rest of his body. I saw that he was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans which matched mine.
"How you doing, Sophie?" he asked, smiling at me in a way that could not have been good.
"Why do you even care?" I asked him coldly.
"Because of what you did last night, sis." he replied, causing fear to bubble in my stomach.
"Why? What did I do last night?" I asked, trying to keep the dread from my voice.
"You don't remember?" He asked me, still grinning "You got absolutely sloshed is what happened. You came charging into my room at something like 1am and jumped on the bed like crazy, waking me up. Then you started dancing and posing for me, in your tank top and short skirt. I even have the photos here..." he told me, getting his phone out.
He cycled through the images until he found the ones he was looking for, and my jaw dropped in horror. There was picture after picture of me dancing and posing for the camera, one in particular (which Josh claimed was his favorite) was of me spreading my buttcheeks and looking back while grinning like a monkey at the camera.
Dread filled my heart as I asked Josh a question: "Brother, y-y-you haven't p-put those photos o-onl-line...have you?"
This question caused Josh to grin even more broadly: "Well, that depends on you, sis. I'll promise not to put the photos online-but you'll have to do something for me in return." he said in a triumphant way.
"What do you mean?" I asked, confused.
Josh continued in his triumphant voice: "Well, you were my little slut last night-but all that happened was I took photos. I want that to change today, from now on, you're my slave. That means you do as I say and follow my rules, but while mom and dad are here you will act completely normal. Rule one: you are no longer allowed to wear underwear at home, now turn around and bend over. I want to see that nice ass while I talk to you."
The words that came out of Josh's mouth disgusted me-his slave? Me? But I didn't have any say in the matter-I turned around, bent over the sofa, and slid my panties down my legs.
"Thats a better view" Josh commented "Rule two: you must not tell anyone about our little deal, understand?"
I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, but instead, I said "Yes, sir."
"Rule three: you must do whatever I ask without any hesitation whatsoever, understand?"
"Yes, sir" I replied, disgusted with myself for getting into that mess at all.