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My Brother Fucked Me Stupid (Incest/Taboo)

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The only thing you need to know about me is that I’m a straight-A student.

I take a large amount of pride in the fact that I get perfect grades. It started all the way back in kindergarten: I famously got A’s in both sharing and snack-time. I even earned an A+ in napping. I was a world-class napper.

For the rest of my life, I kept my perfect record. Elementary school, middle school, high school — nothing but ninety plus. A is for Always, after all.

Of course, by the time I was a junior in college, and had reached the age of twenty, the subjects were a bit more difficult. But I still held myself to the same standard. Top of the class, or bottom of the barrel. There was no in between for me.

Hearing all this, I’m sure you think I’m some stuck-up know-it-all. But the truth is, I know my grades don’t make me special. Anyone could accomplish what I’ve done. They just have to try. Personally, I think the world would be a better place if everyone put in the time to do things as perfectly as possible.

And when I say ‘the world’ here I’m mostly referring to my younger brother, Kevin.

Ordinarily, I didn’t care much about Kevin. Didn’t even think about him, if I’m honest. Even though I was at college, I was still living at home to save money. So, I did run into him on occasion. I’d pass him on the way to the bathroom or see him at mealtimes. But mostly, we followed such dissimilar orbits, we might as well have lived in different galaxies, rather than across the hall from each other.

It was because of that Saturday that I started to think that way. That was the fateful moment when, randomly, my little brother started bothering me. And that’s when the thought occurred to me, that if Kevin could be a little more perfect, my problems would be solved.

I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom studying, naturally. Kevin had opened my door (without knocking, I might add) and immediately started doing his best to be a pest. He was earning himself a different kind of A. As in Annoying.

“Please,” Kevin whined, “No one else can help me.”

My eighteen-year-old brother was wearing an oil-stained t-shirt, a pair of ripped jeans, and a dirty ballcap that kept his usual mop of brown curls out of his dark, chocolate eyes. Kevin was a sweet kid, funny, and my friends told me he was attractive. But he was currently keeping me from my textbooks and the only appropriate punishment for that was death.

Only he wasn’t taking the threat seriously.

“Just help me out for one minute,” Kevin said.

“Go away, Kevin.”

Until that moment, it had been a perfect Saturday. It was pouring rain out, gloomy as all hell, and my parents had gone away for the whole weekend. The ideal scenario for me to shut the door to my room and study till my eyes rolled out of my head. I had a big biology exam the following week and I intended to while away the hours while preparing for it.

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, Jacey,” Kevin said.

Jacey is me. My actual name is Jane-Christine, aka J-C. But everyone’s called me Jacey since I was little. I don’t mind it — it’s certainly much better than Jane-Christine; I honestly don’t know what the hell my parents were thinking.

“Come on,” Kevin continued, “You know I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t really important.” He danced back and forth in my doorway as he pleaded, like he had to pee.

“Let’s be clear,” I said, running out of patience. “You want me to put down my books and give up my precious study time so I can drive you to the auto parts store. Which you claim will take me all of how long?”

“Five minutes,” Kevin said.

I gave him a dubious look.

“Twenty minutes, tops.”

I held my stare on him. Finally, his eyes raced to the floor.

“OK an hour,” Kevin said, “Probably. But that’s not so bad. Then I can fix my car and leave you alone for the rest of the weekend.”

“We both know it’ll be at least 90 minutes,” I said, “All of which is time that’s being taken away from my studying. If I want to get into Harvard Med, I need to do well in this class. I’m not going to suffer along at some second-rate state school because you need a spark plug or whatever.”

“First of all, we both know you’re acing that exam,” Kevin said, clearly recognizing the best way to butter me up. “But even if you got a big fat F, and you won’t, you’d still be set for life.”

I snorted, but I didn’t say anything. Kevin wasn’t wrong. But it was the principle of the thing that mattered.

“I’m not like you, Jacey,” Kevin said. His face got all pouty: his thick, bow-shaped lips formed a frown, and his usually sparkling eyes went all sad. “My life’s not all set out for me. I need to get a job at a garage, and to do that I have to be able to drive there, and I can’t do any of it if I can’t get my own car fixed.”

“And you need to go to the store to do that,” I said, finishing his monologue.

“Yes!” Kevin said, looking relieved. “It’s like, if you had some piece of research you needed, you wouldn’t let anything get in the way of you hunting it down, right?”

“Kevin! I’m genuinely impressed by this well-reasoned and cogent argument,” I said.

“So, you’ll help?” he asked.

“Certainly not,” I said.