Living in his Reality (Closed)

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Chloe took the long, winding back roads home instead of the highway. The darkness of the car and warmth of the music filling the small space comforted her. She was not looking forward to going home, and unlike most young adults, that had nothing to do with her parents. In fact, she’d give anything to see them again.

Her mom and dad had died this past summer, leaving Chloe and her older brother alone. They were adults, they could technically take care of themselves, but that didn’t make the loss any easier. Chloe had tried to stay at school. She’d taken up a part time job to try and make up for some of the lost funds, but in the end she couldn’t handle a job on top of her coursework, all of which was surrounded in a bubble of grief so enormous she felt like she was going to explode into tears any moment. So she’d decided to transfer to the local community college back home for her 2nd semester of sophomore year. She was set to start the spring semester there. Saying goodbye to all her friends had been painful and she was afraid they would drift apart with the distance.

She dreaded going back home. She always did, but it was especially bad now with mom and dad gone… Her brother was all she had left to rely on… and he couldn’t be relied on for anything except being a complete asshole. Going back for the funeral had been painful enough, but now she was going back home full time.

The truth was things with her brother weren’t exactly normal. He’d always been a bully to her, pushing and shoving her out of the way of new toys when they were young. As they aged he didn’t grow out of the abuse and would still slap her on occasion, but not hard enough to leave a mark, at least not on any visible parts. But the really weird stuff started when she was around 15. It was just a few offhand comments at first, a few inappropriate remarks about her figure. That was it. But eventually he’d started to push things. Comments turned to touches. He’d smack and pinch her ass on occasion, and had even groped her breasts once or twice. She’d never said anything to anyone about it, because it didn’t seem like too much of a big deal. He was her older brother, he was supposed to pick on her, right?

The first time it dawned on her that something might be a little off about him was at a friend’s slumber party in her teens. Chloe had told them about her brother trying to pull her bathing suit top off in the pool. They’d all looked at her like she’d had five heads and she never brought it up again, but ever since then she knew things weren’t exactly normal between her and her brother.

Now that their parents were gone she was worried if he’d try to take things further. Even at their parents’ funeral he’d been more grabby than usual. She was hoping that extra aggression had been due to his grief and wouldn’t be a permanent facet of his personality… now that she was going to be living with him alone.
Chloe sighed heavily as she pulled into the driveway. Even going under the speed limit she was bound to get home eventually. The lights were on inside. She knew her brother would be waiting for her. He better help her with her bags, at least.

She entered the house wearing her college sweatshirt and some ripped jeans. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a messy bun and she wasn’t wearing any makeup. It was moving day and she didn’t have anyone to impress. Chloe knew her brother would harass her either way. She called out his name into the dimly lit house as she put the first of her bags down on the table.

 

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“Dominic? I’m home!” Chloe called out into the dimly lit house as she put the first of many bags down on the kitchen table. She turned on the light and waited for him.

“Hi,” she heard his voice from the stairs and the creak of the floorboards as he came down to greet her. “You’re late,” he said when he found her in the kitchen. “It shouldn’t have taken you this long to get home, did you stop off somewhere?”

“It’s nice to see you too,” Chloe said sarcastically in response to her brother’s gruff “hi”. She rolled her eyes at his question. It was just like him to treat her like a child. She was afraid it would be even worse now that their parents were gone. Already she worried if she’d made the right choice coming back here…

“There was a lot of traffic,” Chloe said, which was a half truth. The beautiful blonde took in the site of her brother who hardly resembled her at all. While she was a light blond he had dark brown hair that was often out of place. He’d always been a little chubby and dark brown hair covered his arms. He wasn't exactly what you'd call a heartthrob. In contrast, Chloe was fair with light blonde hair and striking blue eyes. Her features were soft and friendly. Her body was an alluring hourglass shape all girls desired. Her looks far outshone her brother’s.

Dom looked her up and down, taking in the sight of his beautiful sister in her ripped jeans and college sweatshirt that hid that figure he so liked admiring.

“You might as well lose that college sweatshirt, not like you’re going back there any time soon,” Dominic said cruelly. Chloe frowned at him as she tugged on her sweatshirt sleeve anxiously. Why did he always have to say things to dampen her spirits? She chose to ignore his question.

Dom's brother’s eyes lingered on her thighs, where a sizable rip teased the skin just above her knee. Chloe was used to him staring at her, so she didn’t find his gaze strange. His gaze was the reason she’d changed her wardrobe from skimpy tops to sweaters and more modest clothing in high school, at least around the house, around him. His gaze had always made her a little uncomfortable, but it wasn’t strange. It was expected from him.

“You travelled light…?” Dominic asked. He looked confused.

Chloe laughed lightly. “Oh don’t you worry, there’s more in the car for you to help me with. You are gonna help me with everything, right?” With that she turned away from him and went back outside, expecting him to follow.

“I need some help with the big stuff especially, like the mini fridge. I think there’s still some beers in it, your reward for helping me.” Chloe said. She was trying to be friendly. He was all she had left for family, pretty much. They had some distant relatives across the country, but they’d hardly seen them anyway and half of them hadn’t even shown up for the funeral.

Chloe adjusted her bun as she walked on ahead of him, unintentionally causing her sweatshirt to ride up her back and flashing her brother the sight of her lower back by accident. It wasn’t like she was wearing a thong or anything, but even just that free strip of skin would likely draw his attention.

 

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“Why on earth do you need a mini fridge?” Dominic asked as he followed her outside. “This isn’t going to be some sorority house for you to invite frat boys to Chloe.”

Chloe scoffed at the implication. She wasn’t the sorority girl type. She’d been to some frat parties but she’d always stayed by her friends. Yeah, they got a little rowdy sometimes, but she wasn’t about to bring that lifestyle back home with her. All she had had left from college other than pictures and memories were books, a few mementos, and this mini fridge.

She tried to explain why she wanted to keep the fridge to her brother, “Mom and dad got it for me at the start of freshman year. I thought I could keep it in my bedroom…”

Her reasoning didn’t really make sense because she could always just go to the kitchen refrigerator, but she didn’t want to get rid of something her parents had purchased for her. It was stupid, it was just a fridge, but it was how she felt. She hoped her brother wouldn’t cause a big stink about it, but knowing him, he would. He lifted it out of her car and took it inside. That was a good sign at least.

Chloe took care of the remainder of her bags and boxes since it was clear her brother was only going to help with the fridge since it was the only object she couldn’t physically carry herself. On her third trip inside with a box of books and photographs, she noticed her brother replacing the beers in her minifridge with water bottles. She didn’t think anything of it, though in her brother’s mind it was a small act of establishing his control over her now that she was back living at home.

There were two more small boxes in the car, which Chloe retrieved last and tried to take to her bedroom right away, but her brother blocked her path. Her big brother in every sense of the word looked down at her with an angry look on his face. Chloe never understood why his default mood was always grumpy. She sighed and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned against the countertop, her brother obstructing her path. She was a small woman and felt even smaller with him practically on top of her like this, glaring down at her sternly.

“Do I need to go through the rest of your bags to check if you’ve brought anything else home you shouldn’t have?” He asked.

Chloe rolled her eyes at him, ignoring the minor jolt of irrational fear that coursed through her at the idea he may go through her things. It’s not like she had anything she shouldn’t have… but the idea of him rifling through her underwear, maybe finding her pack of condoms or her small, slender blue vibrator was unsettling!

“Come on Dom, why do you always give me such a hard time?” The beautiful blond asked, looking at him with pleading eyes. She wasn’t naive to her beauty, though it never seemed to soften her brother’s disposition as it did other people.

“Once you’ve unpacked you can make your big brother some dinner,” Dominic ordered, finally getting out of her way so she could get past him to put away her bags.

“What?! It’s so late. I have a lot to unpack. Can’t we just order pizza tonight or something?” Chloe asked. It shouldn’t be her job to make dinner for him anyway, but she knew pointing out that fact would just anger him. He’d always expected her to cook for them when mom and dad were away growing up… did he expect her to do that indefinitely now that they had died?

 

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Chloe let out a surprised yelp when Dom suddenly grabbed her by the back of her hair and dragged her over to the stove. He pushed her down roughly, forcing her to bend down over it. Her face hovered inches above the cold metal.

“You’ll do as you’re fucking told Chloe,” He yelled, pressing his body over her, holding her captive against the stove. “If I have to cook, I’ll turn the stove on right now whist you’re still bent over it.”

“Dominic, please…” Chloe pleaded. She tried to twist her head around to look at him, big blue eyes pleading. The only problem was he was immune to those blue orbs, he always had been.

She felt his larger, chubby body against her, his belly pressing into her back as he held her against the stove. He boxed her in. She felt the heft of his cock pressing against her backside and felt sick. She was scared of him more strongly than she’d ever been before. All the times he’d threatened her before, she knew they were empty threats because her parents would always be back soon. But this time they weren’t coming home. This time her parents weren’t coming to save her from her brother’s wrath.

“Is that what you want Chloe?” He asked. She felt his forearm digging into her back. Her sweatshirt rose a few inches.

“No, please, I don’t want that,” she pleaded weakly. She wiggled her hips slightly against him, testing his hold on her. If he wanted to he could easily harm her, he could force her to do anything…

“I’ll make your dinner, okay? Just please get off of me,” the petite blonde requested, voice filled with disgust.

 

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”I’ll make your dinner, okay? Just please get off of me,”

The sound of Chloe’s soft, pleading voice seemed to arouse her older brother. She felt the bulge of his cock harden against her backside and realized with disgust he was getting turned on.

“Good girl,” Dom said. “That wasn’t so hard was it?!” he seemed to laugh a little, as if amused that he had a hard on for his little sister. What a freak! Chloe was acutely aware of his cock growing harder against her backside and it made her feel sick.

“Ugh, don’t be gross,” she complained as Dom slowly let her stand up, pulling her up by her hair uncomfortably. She hated when he called her “Good girl”. It felt oddly sexual, in a way. Not even her father had praised her like that. She’d only heard the phrase in pornos quite frankly and she was not into it, especially not from her brother.

Dom grabbed one of the beers from the mini fridge, cracked it open, and took a swig. “It’s a little warm,” her brother complained, as if she had control over the temperature.

“It was a long drive,” Chloe countered. Dom had a habit of doing this, always blaming her for things outside of her control. God, he was so annoying. This was going to be a long two years at the community college if she had to live here the whole time.

“You better go unpack, before I throw away whatever I deem unsuitable,” Dom commanded. “Then straight back down here to make us dinner.”

Eager to get away from him, Chloe just nodded obediently and didn’t protest. She went to her room to unpack. She knew her brother would be going through her things. She’d caught him many times when they were younger, even after their parents had scolded him repeatedly… Eventually she stopped catching him snooping, but she wondered if that meant he’d simply gotten better at hiding it. The thought of his sweaty hands all over her things, especially her under garments, bothered her. Unfortunately, Chloe didn’t have the wherewithal to do anything about it. Now that their parents were dead, she just knew things were going to be even worse between her and her brother.

Chloe sighed and leaned against the door for a moment when she entered her room. It was nice to be within the familiar space.

Chloe would need to hide some things. Her small, slender vibrator and a few of the more sexy undergarments she owned. These items were nothing out of the ordinary for a nineteen year old girl to have, but knowing her brother he’d have something to say about them, and Chloe would rather avoid that altogether.

She placed her vibrator in a shoebox and kicked it under the bed. She grabbed her more risqué underwear, a tiny red thong, a lacy set of matching bra and panties, and several other sexier undergarments and tucked them beneath her bedsheets. There was no way her brother would go so far as to unmake her bed would he?

Satisfied with her hiding places, she quickly hung her nicer dresses in her closet but left the rest of her things in the suitcase to unpack later. She returned to the kitchen where her brother was still loitering around.

“What do you want for dinner?” Chloe asked blankly.