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James woke up that morning going through his routine of getting clean and dressing. He marked off another day on his calendar and checked it to make sure he wasn't missing anything important. "I might have to quit that job before I even start if Drake was serious about wanting me to stay inside," James said while giving the threat some real thought. "Fuck Drake," James said, knowing that this job was more important than that prick and his need to bully him. "I just wish those pills would get here already," James said as he turned his PC on. He then lost himself in his games. To be honest, James was crazy good at video games and studying, though one usually took priority over the other. In League of Legends, he was the current number one player and had destroyed many pros, but he was too shy to get up on stage. He checked the time. It was 7:45 PM. "It should be here," James said as he took his headset off and made his way downstairs. While he was downstairs, he heated up his steak and potatoes from the fridge. The doorbell rang at 7:52 PM, and James headed to the door and opened it. What he saw was a woman in a suit and shades with a briefcase in her hand who seemed to be in a rush. "Are you James Vault?" the woman asked. "Uh, yes?" James replied, confused that the dick pills would be delivered by someone wearing a suit like she was from Men in Black. "Great, here's the Growth X," said the woman as she handed the case to James and then promptly left. James stood there thoroughly confused, not knowing what to make of what had just happened. Whatever. He was more interested in the pills than some crazy delivery person anyway. He went back to his food and headed upstairs to his room. As he was making his way there, his sister suddenly opened her door and walked toward him. "What are you doing now, you fucking nerd?" said Emily as she saw the briefcase in his hands. "Oh, I just ordered a new game online," James said hastily, hoping she would believe it. "Whatever. Are there any leftovers?" Emily asked. She always ate a lot, and James never knew where the food went. Sure, her bust size was really big, but with the amount she ate, you'd think there'd be some fat on her. "Just checked while heating up mine. There isn't any left," James said while trying to make it to his room. "Then you have to make something for me," Emily said as if it were a matter of fact." But you never cook, and I always do it when Mom's at work," James protested, though he knew how this was going to go. Emily then showed him her phone, and James's blood ran cold. The image was unmistakable: him in his room, fully aroused. Four inches of exposed vulnerability, captured in humiliating detail. "Emily, what is the meaning of this?" James asked, since this was something she'd never done before. "Simple. You cook the food and I delete this picture. If you don't, I show everyone I know your little pencil dick," Emily said with a cruel smile. James was furious now. First he gets bullied by Drake, and now his own sister was threatening him. "Whatever. Give me a minute," James said as he closed his door. Sure, he could talk his shit and make her angry, but he knew Emily well enough to know she'd do it. "Fuck! Can't one thing just go right for me?" James said after closing the door so she couldn't hear him. James opened the case and saw the two bottles of pills. He read the instructions. One pill a day. He grabbed a bottle of water from his mini-fridge and used it to take the pill. "Hmm, it tastes really good for some reason," he muttered. After James took the pill, he put the case by his desk and left the rest of the pills in his closet. He went downstairs with anger just boiling inside of him. "Hurry the fuck up, James. Mom texted me and told me she'd be here in an hour," Emily called out. James made his way to the kitchen while limping. "Damn, it still hurts," James thought while hobbling to the kitchen. "Who beat you up, loser? Was it Drake again?" Emily said with a look that said she didn't care. "You wouldn't care," James said as he got ready to cook. "Glad we're on the same page," Emily said while she looked at her phone. James thought about when things had changed between them. She used to care about him when they were kids. But there was no use dwelling on the past. James was finally done with the food. He had outdone himself with this meal. It was chicken seasoned with five different seasonings, pounded for a few seconds, then cooked with four different types of peppers in a pan before being stuffed inside. He put the chicken burrito in the freezer for thirty minutes and then cooked it until it was golden brown. He also made some fries to go with it. "There, I'm done. Delete the picture," James stated as his sister began eating. But before Emily could respond, the front door opened. James's mother stepped inside and immediately heard what James said. "Emily, are you bullying your brother again?" she asked, looking at Emily with concern. James's mother was always hard on Emily for the way she treated him. She'd made it clear more than once that Emily was supposed to be his older sister, not some stranger that tortured him. Emily's face went pale. She quickly tried to swipe her phone away, but her mother was faster. In one smooth motion, she grabbed Emily's wrist and twisted it toward her, snatching the phone from her daughter's grip. "Give that back!" Emily shrieked, lunging for it. But their mother was already looking at the screen, her expression shifting from concern to absolute fury in the span of a heartbeat. Her face flushed a deep crimson, her jaw clenching so hard James could hear her teeth grinding from across the room. "What in the hell is this?" Their mother's voice was ice, the kind of cold that made the temperature in the room drop. She turned to Emily, and James had never seen her look so livid. "Is this your brother?" "Mom, I can explain," Emily started, but their mother cut her off with a sharp gesture. "Explain? You took a nude photo of your brother without his consent and used it to **** him into cooking for you?" Their mother's voice rose with each word, echoing through the house. "Do you understand what you've done? That's not just bullying, Emily. That's sexual exploitation. That's a crime. "James stood frozen, shocked that his mother had figured it out so quickly. "I was just joking around," Emily said weakly, her voice small now that the reality of the situation was crashing down on her. "Joking?" Their mother's laugh was harsh and bitter. "There's nothing funny about this. Nothing. You violated your brother's privacy and dignity in the most disgusting way possible. "Emily's eyes darted toward the stairs, calculating her escape route. "Don't you dare move," their mother snapped, reading her daughter's intentions immediately. "You're going to—"But Emily was already moving. She grabbed the plate of food James had made and bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She slammed her bedroom door shut hard enough to rattle the windows, and the sound of her lock clicking into place echoed through the house. "Emily, get back down here right now!" Their mother rushed after her, pounding on the door. "Open this door! We are not done talking about this!" From behind the locked door, Emily's voice came back, defiant and muffled. "There! I deleted it! It's gone! I don't want to talk about this anymore!" Their mother stood at the door, breathing hard, her shoulders trembling with barely contained rage. She turned back to James, her expression softening slightly, though the anger was still there, simmering just beneath the surface." Are you okay?" she asked quietly. James nodded, not trusting his voice. "We're going to have a serious conversation about what just happened," their mother said, her eyes still fixed on Emily's locked door. "But first, I need to figure out how to handle this. And your sister needs to understand the gravity of what she's done." From upstairs, they could hear Emily eating, the clink of fork against plate the only sound breaking the tense silence that had settled over the house.

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