No

You are leaned back in the computer chair like some high-rolling big shot visiting a strip club with your thus far very obedient younger sister Elsie in front of you, bent over and showing her pussy, you consider your options.

You get your sister to do a few things for your amusement. She slaps her butt, plays with her tits, kneels on the ground and even walks around on all fours. But amusement was not the emotion you were feeling. There was no fun in this. No joy. Not like all those old memories the pair of you shared in this room. Elsie was obeying out of pure, naive trust and love and a desire to help you even if she didn’t understand what was happening.

When you got home you had been so full of fire. So full of a desire to hurt someone, like you’d been hurt. To tear someone down, like you’d been torn down. You just wanted to lash out at those responsible for making you the type of man that women didn’t want.

But…this was wrong. This was so wrong. Your wounded soul still demanded vengeance, but not like this. Not from El. No.

You stand up. “We’re done.”

On her hands and knees Elsie stops and sits back to look up at you with big, dark puppy dog eyes. “Am I doing it wrong?” She clutches at the hem of your jeans. “Tell me what you want Jesse.”

Covering your face you shake your head, feeling an utter louse. “El…”

Just then you hear the front door slam. Somebody else was home. Almost certainly your mother given the time. Finally! In a heartbeat all that piss and bile that had boiling inside of you comes back up to temperature. Your head snaps to the bedroom door as you hear whoever it was climbing the stairs. To assuage your guilt from what you’d done just now you were more eager than ever to have it out with someone who would fight back. You move so that you could meet your mom at the top of the stairs.

You nearly trip as your little sister still had your leg. Annoyed you kick her grubbing hands off. “Get off of me.”

“Wait.” She pleads. “Wh-What did I do wrong? I want to help you Jesse. Tell me what you want.”

“You can’t help me.” You say with scorn. “Look at you. On your hands and knees. Naked. Pitiful. You can’t even help yourself.”

Her bottom lip begins to tremble and tears well in her deep, dark eyes. “I…I just wanted…to help.”

With a snort and a shake of your head you **** yourself to stay focused on the rage, the rage, the RAGE. Their fault. Monsters. ****.

You march to the door and swing it wide. To your surprise you see not your mother but your big sister Fiona stepping up into the hall. Yes! Perfect! You wanted a fight and Fiona was JUST the one to give it to you. Equally surprised by your unexpected and dramatic appearance she stops in her tracks and looks up from her phone. Her hazel eyes dart around as she puts together the meaning of you storming out of your little sister’s room sporting an obvious erection.

Appearing behind you arrives a naked Elsie, sobbing and trying to cover her dignity with one hand across her breasts and another over her dick. She weeps. “S-S-Something’s wrong with Jesse.”

On seeing the state of Elsie…a change washes over your big sister’s face. A fearsome, terrible, soul-chilling transformation. In all your years with Fiona you had only ever known her anger to be fierce and tempestuous and to burn red hot. But the anger you see come over her was ice cold and as hard as steel. You had always thought that was nothing so scary as those burning hazel eyes of hers when her temper was running high, but the way she looked at you now…like a stranger…like an outsider…like she did not care whether you lived or died…froze your heart in true terror.

Her phone slips from her hand to clatter onto the floor. She gives it no thought. She takes one long stride toward you and the next thing you knew you were seeing stars…followed by a fathomless dark.