Sibling Rivalry – Saturday

It can be tough having an older sister. They feel like they rule the house just because they were born first, and you’re the one always in their way, and so they take it out on you, or me in this case. I had this growing up two-fold, they were twins, so it felt like they were synchronising their aggression towards me, all the time, I was their scapegoat.

If they were ever bored, or frustrated, I was the one they took it out on. They would do things like have one of them hold me down while the other put makeup on my face against my will, while my parents barely cared at all having dealt with it for so long. I thought it was all over when they came of age to leave the house, but they stayed on living here, and the torment got worse as they reached maturity. Yeah, maturity, that’s a bit of a stretch.

None more so did the torture become greater than it did on this weekend. The last weekend in August, a time which had become familiar to us as the weekend which our parents went away for it to celebrate their anniversary. This time around for the first time we were deemed by them old enough to stay in the house on our own for the weekend. I thought in their absence my sisters would have had plans to do other things, and maybe they would leave me alone for a bit, and I could finally get some rest-bite from them?

I was naive to think such a thing. It turns out for a while they had been planning something else entirely, something which heavily involved, well, the use of me, shall we say. It turns out as they had reached maturity, they had become a lot more curious sexually too, as can be expected. Though they had had gentleman callers on occasion, sometimes both of them with the same guy, which also lead to them trying more things together.

This was something which our parents didn’t know, but I did, seeing as they’d told me anytime they did anything of that nature, as if they were bragging about their exploits, and threatened me into not to telling them. I had learned by now to listen to them when it came to threats, because they certainly had a knack for revenge. I was never sure quite what they got up to together, as they would never really mention specifics, but it was clear just from overhearing them sometimes that they had become more adventurous with it over time.

It was a warm saturday afternoon, where I was enjoying my moment of peace downstairs with the tele on, my sisters upstairs. I didn’t know what they were up to, and quite frankly didn’t care as long as they weren’t annoying me. The peace wasn’t to last, as Tara came crashing down the stairs, the older of which by five minutes, and slammed the door open. I knew from the smug look on her face, I was in for it.

“Hey little bro,” she said with an evangelic tone, “Can we borrow you quickly, we want to try something?”

“Try what?” I asked with worry, fully aware of the past where I’d been more willing to help my sisters, and had that go horribly wrong.

“Let’s just say, it’s an experiment.”

“No thank you,” I replied, knowing full well that would not be accepted, “Just leave alone, please.” I said in a naive hope that she would.

Tara walked over to me and sat down next to me, and moved up close and said, “Come on little bro, just do it for your big sisters.”

I shook my head nervously and pushed away from her to the edge of the couch. A look of anger came across her face, and she pounced on me, grabbing me by both of my arms. I struggled to get free, and even though I’m not the strongest built I was still surprised how she could overpower me seemingly with ease.

“Well I guess we’ll have to do it the hard way”, she said to me, as she stood up still clutching my arms in her grasp, and started pulling me towards the door.

“Let go of me, bitch,” I yelled at her in anger. I’d never used such language towards her, but I’d had enough of her and Tia’s (my other sister, her twin) constant torment of me throughout my life. “What are you doing?” I asked, still struggling against her surprising strength.

“Like I said, it’s just an experiment,” she replied vaguely, “You know, this would be a lot easier for you if you let us do it.” There wasn’t a chance I was going to submit to her will, and I started struggling more, before falling to the floor still in my sisters clutches. She began dragging me across the hard-wood floor in the hall by my arms, before she came to the stairs and pulled me up them one-by-one, me hitting my head on each one as I passed it.

We reached the top of the stairs and I had still failed to break free of her vice-like grip, and she dragged me across my back along the carpet into the room she shared with her sister. She put me on the floor in front of their beds, which strangely they had pushed together to make a double, and there on the bed was Tia awaiting our return.