Your whole life, you've dreaded the shrill sound of Cole's younger voice. Always so nagging and annoying, you've done your best to block him out. But that's no longer an option. Sitting in the middle of Cole's palm with him grimey teenage fingers curled possessively around you, you're nothing but your little brother's toy, and he has full permission from your dad to do whatever he wants with you. You've never been so thoroughly humiliated in all your life.
"Cole, I'm begging you.. I can't beieve it, but I'm actually BEGGING you to stop and think about what you're doing. Just give me back to Dad, and I swear I'll never ignore you or talk down to you ag-"
"I wonder what kinda games I'll play with my little toy first." Cole wonders aloud, cheerfully ignoring your pleas. He scratches his silky blond hair for a moment, then seems to have a lightbulb moment. "I know! We can play Clean Cole's Clothes For Him!"
Your bratty little bro walks over to his closet, where clothes are spilling past the sliding door and onto the floor. He kicks a pair of ratty blue Converses out of the way and throws aside a crumpled school shirt. "From now on, you're not gonna get to hang out with me until you do all my chores, and you can start by using your iddy biddy mouth to clean my.. "
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