Brother, Protector

After dinner, I help Mom with the dishes. Ashley and Kelly disappear upstairs. Mom plugs her phone into a small speaker on the counter and plays some soft jazz sounds while we work; I carry the plates over to the sink, while she washes them in warm water and scrubs the remnants of our meal away.

Her hips sway with the music as she works, her yellow sundress swishing around her knees with each movement. Her humming creates a warm rhythm. I carry an empty serving platter from the table, around the kitchen counter between us, and place it on the counter beside her as she works.

"Thank you, dear," she murmurs, focusing on her work. I lean into her, smelling the scent of vanilla in her hair. The aroma sends a primal urge throughout my body, and I slide my hands around her waist and pull myself closer to her. Mom giggles and leans back against me. "No more dishes?" she asks, turning her neck to look at me.

I take the moment to sneak a kiss against her ear, and then down her neck. She gasps and pushes her ass against me, and my lips part to plant my teeth against her soft skin. "Dom..." she whispers, turning to face me, as I draw circles on her neck with my tongue.

My hands grasp her hips and hold her in place, preventing her from moving. My teeth nibble at her jugular, then down to her collarbone. Mom whines between my fingers, yielding to me. My hardening cock wedges itself between her butt cheeks. The beautiful woman melting in my grasp breathes in deep breaths as she tries to mold herself against me, a red flush already spreading across her chest.

Grinning, I run my tongue along her collarbone and back up her neck. Mom shivers and tries to turn again, but I stop her once more. My kiss turns less sensual and more playful, as I plant soft, quick kisses on her ear and along her hairline.

I pull away, leaving my mother standing at the sink, flustered and hungry for more. "No, there's still a few more," I say, finally answering her earlier question. "Let me grab those."

Chuckling, I bring over the last few dishes and help Mom finish cleaning the kitchen. I catch her biting her lip as she watches me work, and I meet her gaze in mutual understanding. She wants me, and I want her.

As the last dish goes onto the drying rack, I sit back down at the kitchen table and watch Mom sashay over to me. She stands between my knees again, as she had earlier in my bedroom, and looks down at me.

Just as she opens her mouth to speak, we hear footsteps on the stairwell.

"Dom!" I hear Kelly shout. The tremor in her voice tells me something is wrong, and the tears in her eyes confirm it as she shuffles into the kitchen. I close the gap between us and wrap her in a hug, and the poor girl sags into the nook of my shoulder. Wet spots form against my shirt as tears stream from her eyes.

"Kelly, what's wrong? Are you okay?" I ask, creating just enough gap between us to look at her. Her face is red and blotchy, and it's obvious to me that she's been crying heavily.

Another set of footsteps on the stairwell, and Ashley joins us in the kitchen. She and Mom look on, silent but visibly alarmed. Mom wraps her arm around Ashley's waist in comfort, while my older sister picks at the hem of her grey sweatshirt with her teeth.

"It's Dan, he... he called me. I shouldn't have picked up, but I did. He said if I didn't have sex with him like I should have last weekend, he'd... he'd share pictures of me with the football team. All of them." Her words came out in a torrent, picking up speed as she became more flustered. "He said he'd make everyone knows how much of a whore their cheer captain is and how eager I am to please them and he said if I told anyone he'd hurt me and you and maybe Mom if I was bad enough and I don't want anyone to get hurt and--." Kelly stops speaking, sobbing, as she sags against me again.

Nootropic brainpower parses information at lightning speed, piecing together information and extrapolating what is happening. "Kelly," I ask. "We will fix this. It's okay. He will not hurt any one us or you. We are here for you. But first, I need you to tell me about these pictures. Are these pictures you sent voluntarily? Or did he take pictures of you without your consent?"

Mom nods sagely as I ask the question, while Ashley looks between them with narrowed eyes.

Kelly looks at her sister and mother, then back to me. She buries her head against my chest again as she whispers, "I took them and sent them to him. I never thought he'd show them to anyone. He said he wouldn't." Her voice is broken. Defeated.

"I understand," I say, hugging her again and gently caressing her blonde hair. "You don't have to explain. I understand. Breathe deeply, Kelly. In and out. Focus on me. On us. Everything will be alright." I stroke her back as I hold her, trying to relax her.

I look over to Mom and Ashley and nod for them to come over. They understand my idea and soon all three of us are wrapping Kelly in a warm, supporting hug.

After a few minutes, Kelly finally gains control of herself and pushes us away. Her arms remain wrapped around one of mine, though, as she speaks again. "But what do I do?"

Those words alone are nearly enough to send her back into tears, but she holds it together, focusing her gaze on mine.

"I told Dan what would happen if he didn't leave you alone. His life is over." The gravitas in my voice alarms me, and I internally shudder at the anger and possessiveness that suddenly courses through my veins. How dare he try to harm Kelly? Had I not been clear? Did he doubt my word? Surely he did. I roll my eyes, catching an arched eyebrow from Ashley. Mom looks at me, worried. "Kelly, come with me. We'll take care of this together."

I take her by the hand and lead her upstairs to my room. Mom and Ashley whisper to each other as we leave, and I know they are worried. But I can deal with them later. In my room, I gently sit Kelly on my bed and sit down in my computer chair, turning to look at her as I do. "First, thank you for talking to me about this. Despite his threat, you did the right thing. Dan can't harm you. I'll make sure of it. As I told him I would, I am going to make him be gone. You don't need to worry about how. He'll be healthy and whole, but he won't be here and he won't be a threat to you. But I need to take care of these pictures first. Can you describe when and how you sent the pictures to him?"

Kelly nods, her eyes downcast. "I can... I sent them three weeks ago. Via text message. There were six pictures. I can't believe I let him talk me into sending those... I'm so stupid!" She throws her forehead against her hands, sighing, before rolling back onto the bed. Her pink t-shirt rides up, revealing the white creamy skin of her toned stomach.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Kelly. Even me."

My sister scoffs at my joke, then sits back up to look at me.

"Can you tell me, at a high level, the content of these pictures? Depending on how graphic they are will impact what I need to do. Don't share anything you're not comfortable with," I continue, in a soft, kind tone. My nootropic mind tries to present a calming demeanor, but I can't help but feel the anxiety underlying my words.

"Most are just me in my underwear... two are fully naked... and one of those is of me... um... pleasuring myself. With my dildo." She looks away again, cheeks flushed and fingers turning white as she grips her thighs in embarrassment.

I nod, images flashing through my mind of the beautiful girl before me, posing in front of a mirror and lying in bed. Why him? Why Dan? Why not me? The anger flares again, but I push it down. Not the time.

"Okay. Thank you, Kelly. I need your help with our first step. How technical would you consider Dan? Think he would know how to backup the photos or do anything like that?"

"Dan's a total dumbass, to be honest. He barely knows how to work his phone." Kelly brushes a blonde curl behind her ear and rolls her eyes. "And I'm just as big of a dumbass, for sending him that."

"Enough of that," I command, more forcefully than I intended. I consciously soften my tone, saying, "You are my sister. You made a mistake. Everyone does. You'll learn from this, and one day you'll look back and laugh. Don't insult yourself. I don't take kindly to anyone that insults my family."

A thousand-yard stare greeted my words for a few moments, but she finally blinked and nodded. "Okay, Dom."

"So, Dan has six photos. He doesn't know how to upload them anywhere. So, that means we just need to get him off of his phone. It's almost like he made it easy on purpose. Lucky for us, I just spent some time studying software security and know just the thing. Do you think you can get him to open one more photo you send him?"

Kelly arches her eyebrow, confused. "You want me to send him another photo?"

"I need to send him a virus. I want you to take one more photo, of whatever you think will get him to open it on his phone so that I can infect his device and gain remote access. Then, I'll use that to delete the photos on his phone and replace them with something more... problematic. For him, at least."

My sister grins and leaps from my bed to grab me in an awkward hug. "Yes, yes! You're awesome! Do you really think it will work?"

"It should. I'll try my best. Worst case, I'll go to his house and beat his ass."

Finally, Kelly's unbridled laugh fills my ears. She pulls me tighter to her chest, and my cheek sinks into her breasts. "You're... suffocating... me," I joke, and she releases me with a giggle.

"Okay. A picture. Right. Easy enough." She looks around, then nods at the bed. "Just give me one sec."

Before I can blink, Kelly pulls her t-shirt overhead and tosses it onto the floor, revealing a baby blue cotton bra with little blueberries printed on it. I catch a glimpse of her full breasts filling the tight bra before she turns away and slides onto my bed again. She quickly unbuttons her white denim shorts and slides them just low enough to see the fabric of her matching panties. "Okay, Dom, come take the photo!" she says, looking over at me.

"Uh... You didn't... have to," I stutter, entranced once again by my young sister's perfectly toned body. Like chiseled marble, perfectly sculpted. I shake the distraction of desire from my mind and walk over to her, phone in hand. "Okay, I just need one."

I bite my lip as I raise the phone to take a photo. Kelly gives me her best "fuck-me" face, sucking her lip and smiling, one hand on her bra and the other slightly dragging on her unbuttoned shorts. "How do I look?" she asks after I snap the photo.

"I don't think it's appropriate for me to answer that," I say. "But... you look stunning."

Kelly grins, as she buttons her shorts and slides her shirt back on. I watch her as she finishes dressing, amused that she took my request in that way and suddenly horny from it. "Thanks! Do you think it'll work?"

"Well, let's find out. Have your phone?"

She grabs it from her back pocket and hands it to me. I plug it into my computer and use a software package I learned about to install a remote access virus beacon onto the photo. I send the photo to her phone and then hand it back to Kelly. "Send it. Make sure he opens it."

I turn back to my laptop and open the terminal. Using a toolkit that came with the software, I confirm access to Kelly's phone. "Sent," I hear behind me. "He'll open it any minute now. He is waiting to hear back from me."

"Great. Delete that photo from your phone, now," I answer, waiting. I refresh the terminal and see her connection drop off. I could have left it... used it to access her phone later. But that just feels dirty. Another refresh.

"Did he open it yet?" Kelly asks. I feel her hands slide down my shoulders and onto my chest. She leans down, her breath warm on my ear, as she looks over my shoulder at the screen.

"Nope," I say. Another refresh. "Wait, bingo. We're in." I chuckle to myself. What a dumbass. "Okay, let's get this thing started. First, I'll delete the photos from his library." A few keystrokes, and they're gone. A part of me wanted to look at them first, but I wouldn't betray Kelly like that. If she wants me to see her like that, I will. "Done. Now, I'll check and make sure he hasn't sent them to anyone." I search his messages for the last three weeks. No pictures of Kelly. "Nope. His email, next." I open his email app and check it. He hasn't sent any emails in three weeks. Nothing in his trashcan. No hidden apps. "Okay. I think we're clear. I just need to deposit something else onto his device and then I'll delete the most recent message.

Finally, I perform a remote download of another script onto his phone and execute it. As it runs, I delete the most recent messages from Kelly. As the picture is deleted, my ability to reconnect to his phone is removed. The connection remains alive, so I can monitor the other script... Files get downloaded from across the darker corners of the web onto his device, planting evidence that even the lousiest police officer can find. Search history is fabricated. Timestamps change. It won't fool the NSA, but a police officer will be none the wiser.

The script finishes after a few minutes, and I wipe it. Carefully, I remove any traces of that script running. As my last action, I return to the text messaging app and find the message thread he has with the coach of the football team. I remotely type in, "Hey coach, check this" I forward along several files with the text, then perform a final clean-up of my connection. As I close it, I see a response from the Coach: "WTF Dan Im calling cops."

The connection finally and fully severed, I turn away from the computer and face Kelly. "It's done. You won't see him again."