Show him who is boss

You sigh in disappointment. For a brief moment, despite all the warnings, you had hoped you could reason with your brother. You never had siblings and the thought that you actually have a brother to talk to, fool around with and ask for help with problems was just too nice. Unfortunately, it has now been proven that this is not the case. William is a violent, overbearing asshole, just like you were warned about.

All those years when your dad never looked after him or held him accountable for his actions have turned him into a spoiled bully who believes he can get away with anything. And if you don't show him now that you are not an easy victim, he will always see you as inferior and weak. You're still getting little air, but you know from experience that all you have to do now is stay calm. Slowly but surely you grab the hand that is holding your neck and bend it open. As soon as you have more air again, you also have more power to defend yourself.

"Let go of my hand you pathetic slut!" William demands and reaches out to slap you, "you fucking cow need to be shown your palce."

But the slap he wants to deliver to you is clearly not helping him. His attack is strong but you see it coming and have enough time to avoid it. In the very same move you deliver a strong and quick punch to his stomach. William gasps for air and tries to back off, but you are faster and far from done with him. You follow him one step and drive the knee of your other leg hard between his legs.

"You bitch" William squeaks and tries to hold his balls, "that was your doom! I **** your worthless ass and tell father to throw your corpse to the rotten compost."

"Don't make a fool out of yourself," you reply unimpressed, "father will not help you. Not this time. He has a new child now. One he can really love and be proud for."

That brought your brother over over the edge. With an angry yell he throws himself on you. directly in your trap. You easily use his momentum and throw him on your bed. There you stick your hand in his waistband and catch his balls in an iron hard grip. The other hand you use to press on his throat. Not strong enough to **** him but to keep him unter control. William screams because of the sudden pain. For him, this kind of fight usually end different.

"I will kill you," William yells and desperately struggles to get free or at least lessen the pain.

Of course this is not working. You have his balls and so you have absolute power over him. Unlike you your brother never had intense fighting training and in the moment he started to panic he threw away all chances to win this fight. Since he is still back talking you increase the pressure

"If I would have to guess from your actions, I would say you don't want to have kids," you say, "well, that's not a problem. I will be enough to keep our bloodline alive."

"You are crazy!" William screams in fear in pain, "fine, FINE! YOU WIN! LET ME GO!"

Desperately panicking, he fights against your iron grip with all the strength he can muster. You also have to do everything you can to keep him under control. You have him where you want him. But knowing people like him, you know that you have to asset your dominance over him now. Otherwise he will maybe respect you for a day or two. You have to humiliate him to make sure he never forgets who is superior.

"I don't buy it," you reply harsh and keep your grip, "say please and my name! And hurry or I might accidentally turn these pathetic little orbs you have to mush."

"Please, Ashley," William begs under tears, "please forgive me. I will never do it again."

Pleased with his insight you release his balls and throat. But you grab his shoulder and throw him from your bed on the floor, where he stays and clutches his sore balls.

"I would have liked to start our relationship as equals," you begin to explain, "but with your silly and childish actions you ruined this chance. So there are some things which will change tremendously here, my dear brother. First, you will never disrespect me again or try anything stupid towards me. If you do so the pain you felt in the last minutes will feel like a gentle petting. Oh, and my mother, who was a doctor, told me once how much male testicals can take until they pop. So keep in mind that there is still a lot of room for improvement. Second, you will not hurt, grope or disturb the staff anymore. You lost this right. From now on you will only ask them very common things, like bringing you something to drink, driving you or watering your plants if you have any. Everything advanced needs my permission including touching the maids. Understood, you pervert?"

"What?" William asks confused, "no! Why are you even caring for these lowlifes?"

Just as you thought, hurting his balls and a little of his pride was not enough. You need to take it a step further.

"That's not what I wanted to hear," you say sharp, "kiss my feet, thank me for the lesson and promise me to do everything your generous, pretty and smart sister tells you. Or does your pathetic little brain already needs a remainder who is in charge here?"

Not wanting his balls in a vise again, William hurried to stretch his neck over his sisters foot and placed a quick kiss on the tip of her shoe. You don't say anything but place the other foot in front of him. He kisses this one too. He is clearly disgusted. Partly by himself for loosing to a girl and partly by your old shoes. You really need to get a new pair he can kiss.

"Thank ... thank you for this lesson ... dear sister," your brother mumbles, "I ... I promise you to not disturb the staff in any way unless you allow it."

"You see, it can be very easy if you just cooperate with the smart ones," you say and gently pet your brothers head, "now fuck off! Oh, one moment! Give me your pocket money! Then fuck off!"

Unwilling but understanding this was not a friendly question, he hands you twenty dollars from his wallet. You assume he still has some coins, but you are not interested in his change. Afterwards your brother walks, or rather limps, out of your room. You watch him and smile proud. It was maybe not enough to fully break him, but he will remember it for sure. And from now on he will be much more careful if he ever tries something with the staff.