Of course you do

It is stupid to even think about it. Whoever is there sobbing behind the door, he or she is sad and maybe needs help. And you are not going to leave somebody alone who needs help. Carefully you knock on the door to hear if the person on the other side wants you to enter.

“Fuck off,” the voice of William says angry, “this is private. Get lost if you know what’s good for you.”

You are sure it was not his voice you heard sobbing. He is in this room with someone else. And considering his reputation, you can imagine that it is a servant girl who really wants to be somewhere else. Quickly and forcefully you open the door and find yourself in the biggest and dirtiest bunch of useless stuff, comics and used clothes you ever saw.

The room is exactly as big as yours, but full of furniture. There is a very modern looking computer, a small fridge which you assume is full of drinks, a shelf full of books and magazines, a box that looks like a pirate treasure and posters of naked woman on the walls. You also see a burned joint in an ashtray and a long knife. This must be your brothers’ room.

He is actually standing the back to you over a girl. She looks Asian, slender, not older than you, has black, shoulder long hair and wears a French maid uniform, which is currently half open. She sits on the floor with the back to a wall and desperately tries to cover her exposed breasts.

“Are you deaf?” William yells angry and turns around, “I said you should …”

He stops as soon as he realizes it’s you. He just stays there with wide eyes and stares at you. He clearly realizes that you caught him having his way with a servant girl, only a few hours after you forbid him to do this. And that the button of his pants is already open doesn’t helps.

“I’m deaf?” you ask dangerously sweet, “my dear brother, I’m not the one who tried to **** a servant girl to anything, right after I told you to leave them alone. It seems you are the deaf one. Or you have not enough respect for me.”

“I …” William begins afraid, “I didn’t … I mean … oh fuck it, why the hell do you even care? This is my room. I can do here whatever I want.”

“You seem to not understand the new balance of power in this house,” you say calm but warning, “It is our beloved father, then me and then you. And if tell you to keep your filthy hands to yourself you will not ignore this and you will not ask questions or look for loopholes. You will just do it. And now you will apologize to this girl and me for being a disrespectful idiot.”

“Stop this shit and get out of my room!” William replies angry, “you have nothing to say to me.”

“Wrong answer,” you say and move faster than your brother can react.

As quick as the wind you grab him by the neck and his right arm and throw him over your side on his bed. Luckily it doesn’t break under the sudden impact.

“Bitch,” William screams and jumps up, “you pay for this.”

Believing in his imagined strength and skill he reaches for you and grabs your shirt. He tries to pull you closer, likely to wrestle you down, but he is no worthy opponent for you. Quick, strong and precise you throw him over your shoulder like you learned in self-defense class. Your brother cries when he hits the floor. To his luck he lands soft on a bunch on old clothes. But he still is hurt and unable to fight you off anymore.

“Master Pike, is everything alright?” a worried voice asks from the door.

It seems a guard has heard the noise of the fight and wants to make sure everything is fine. But your brother is currently out of breath and can’t answer.

“He is fine,” you answer, “he is an idiot and deserves punishment, but he is fine.”

“Understood, mistress Pike,” the guard says relieved and likely leaves.

Since your brother is only a danger for himself anymore, you head over to the poor servant girl and check on her. She is clearly impressed by your skill and bravery. From what you see she is not heard, only her clothes are a mess.

“I … I can’t belief it,” the maid says, “you … you are the bosses daughter. You saved me. He … he wanted me to suck his cock.”

“What is your name, dear?” you say gently and caress the girl’s shoulder to make her feel comfortable

“I … I’m Aoki Mitsuuo” the girl answers shy, “Mitsu for my friends. In my home country the last name is said before the first name. But … why did you saved me?”

That’s a good question. Of course you couldn’t allow William to act against your clear orders. But was this really the only reason? Or did you felt pity for this poor girl who has suffered for so long under your cruel brother? Or maybe you just saw a great opportunity for yourself