Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. All characters are 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
This story is harsher than my previous posts. It contains non-consensual incestuous sex. Generally, it relies on coercion as a device, but this part contains mild violence. You've been warned.
Superiority Complex
Allison Thornton drove the tip of her pencil eraser into her right temple as she worked through the logic progression necessary to solve the complex equation staring at her from the page.
"It all ties into vectoring the gravitational pull against the rotational momentum," she pondered. "This can't be that hard."
Allison was smart. Maybe smarter than she knew. Too smart, really.
Locked in her bedroom for another 'all-nighter' under the solitary spotlight of her desk lamp, Allison hadn't noticed the time slip away and the sun rise at the 7:00 o'clock hour as she finished working through the difficult assignment for her Applied Astrophysics course at Cal Sci.
"Okay, that's it...that's the key. Now it's all coming together," she concluded. Another problem solved, another challenge vanquished.
"I'll bet I'm the first person in class to solve this one," she decided, justifiably pleased with herself.
Allison was accustomed to conquering intellectual problems. She was something of a prodigy at CS. The only sophomore...and woman, in the advanced course surrounded by geeky male upper classmen, she had been an academic star her entire life. School had always come to her naturally.
"Bye, kids. Have a wonderful day!"
The homework completed, her attention broke from her studies with the sound of her mother Kate calling out to her children. It was Friday, and Kate was headed out for a day of shopping, lunch and cocktails with her lady friends.
It was a weekly event for their early 40's mother -- a woman with time on her hands since Allison's father George was also quite brilliant. Mr. Thornton had founded a research think tank that was quite profitable, consulting on scientific issues for the government and many major corporations.
Sleepy and worn out, Allison exited her bedroom to head downstairs for a glass of milk and a snack before taking a well-deserved nap. She didn't have any classes on Fridays, so could quietly catch a few hours before heading over to the CS library for some quality study time.
As she started to the stairwell she heard the rumbling in the 'Jack and Jill' bathroom she shared with her younger brother David, who was clearly up and about, getting ready to take a shower. When she returned to her room the shower was still running after a full 20 minutes.
"Doesn't he realize we're in a drought?" she shook her head bewildered. "He's probably jerking off in there."
It always took David forever in the shower, and Allison figured since he didn't have a girlfriend, masturbation was his only form of release. Not that Allison was in any better position with her love life. The difference was that, unlike her constantly horny little brother, Allison didn't really care. Sex and love weren't where her interests lay.
Pulling down the shade in her room, Allison was just about to take off her clothes when the music started. Loud music. Heavy metal throw-back garbage from the 1980's pouring out of her brother's room, causing the walls to shake from the incessant bass and making her prospect for sleep dim.
'BAM...BAM...BAM...' Allison pounded her fist on the adjoining wall, shouting for David to shut it off, but there was no way he was going to hear with that noise on, so she determined to play the role of big sister and go tell him to turn it off.
Allison played the role a lot when it came to her little brother. He was only a year younger than her at 18, the fraternal twin of their sister Britney, but unlike Brit, David had never seemed to mature. On top of that, unlike her or Brit, David had never been motivated to succeed, or to do much of anything really. While Allison was an intellectual whiz, Brit was driven to succeed in sports -- playing both soccer and softball.
David played sports too, participating on the high school wrestling team his senior year, but he was only on the junior varsity because he never wanted to take the time to learn proper technique. He preferred to just lift weights in the gym, wear his uniform, and pretend the fans on the sideline were cheering for him, when in fact most didn't even know he was on the team.
Of late, having graduated high school, David was hitting the gym hard hoping to make the squad at the local junior college. There was no way he was going to attend a 4-year college with his GPA, so the JC seemed his only option. Brit also attended the JC, but that was less about her grades and more about the national caliber women's soccer team they fielded and her desire to earn a scholarship to a major university.
Allison's intelligence led to something of a superiority complex over her younger brother and sister, although it was mostly directed at David. She wasn't so much arrogant, as she just couldn't control the impulse to point out the stupid things he said or liked, and that he didn't seem to have her sense of drive to succeed.
Brit might not be as smart as Allison either, but she was at least driven to succeed at sports, harnessing talents Allison had to admit she herself didn't possess.
The result was ridicule and teasing from Allison about nearly everything David did -- from school to wrestling to dating, and his general lack of knowledge or interest in the world. Marching into his bedroom to get her inconsiderate brother to turn off the music was just one more example of how he just didn't use his head.
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"ROCKIN', ROCKIN', INTO THE NIGHT!"
David posed in the mirror in the bathroom wearing only his tight briefs as he admired his muscles while the steam cleared and the music blared. The shorts weren't tighty-whities, since he preferred the bikini-style so he could pretend he looked like the muscular male models on the package. Besides, it outlined the contours of his 'package,' of which he was quite proud.
"The ladies are gonna dig me this year," he repeated his mantra.
David wasn't a bad looking fellow, with light brown hair and a solid build inherited from his mother's side of the family. His sister Brit exhibited the same traits. Like their mother, she also had light brown hair and was athletic.
Mrs. Thornton had been a gymnast on the college team when she had met their father. She was no rocket scientist either, but he was, and while he was more of a proto-typical academic than a physical specimen, he wasn't bad looking and she admired his intellect, falling in love and getting married right out of college.
The other more unfortunate trait David and Britney both shared with their mother was they were short. Kate Thornton was only 5'2" and maybe a 105 lbs. Brit was not much bigger. That was fine for girls. Men thought it was cute and, right or not, felt an ingrained need to protect a woman of such diminutive stature.
Such was not the case for a guy.
David stood just 5'6", and while his weightlifting had bulked his body up to 175 lbs. so he could compete on the mat, his height nonetheless was a barrier to his success in wrestling and, as it turned out, with the ladies as well. He was even shorter than his older sister.
It seems Allison took more after their father's side which, while not tall, was average of height. Allison stood a full 5'8", which only added to her sense of superiority over David, and created one more weapon she could use against him when she needed to put him in his place; which she did frequently whether she knew it or not.
