When she went off to college, she kept texting me about how I was too dumb and weak to make it at that intense academic pace. That I might as well not even try. Just drop out of high school now, she said, before I disappointed our parents. I’d always been a straight A student, but somehow I knew she was right. I was weak, I’d crack under the pressure. Her constant humiliation had shown me how inferior I was.

She started sending me photos of her fucking hot guys. I was so confused and felt ashamed at being turned on. My sister said losers like me who couldn’t get girls were humiliated even worse in college. And I certainly didn’t think I could compete with these guys, did I? I’d actually had very pretty girlfriends. But my sister always got close to them and then they’d dump me mysteriously. Sis said she tried to convince them to stay but I was too pathetic. Eventually girls wouldn’t talk to me at all. They could see my weakness.

I skyped her crying, saying I didn’t want to drop out but I knew I had to. She harshly scolded me for not being able to make the right choice on my own. She ordered me to pack my things and then dictated a note to leave for our parents. She said she’d take care of everything for her pathetic baby brother. I’d go to her city and get some menial job to pay for an apartment for her. She’d look after me.

It was the right choice. I was heart-broken at first, but when I got there everything fell into place. When she doesn’t have male company, Sis even lets me sleep at the foot of her bed. I feel complete, being so close to her perfection. And all she asks are small favors. Like she hates walking to the bathroom to pee in the middle of the night, so I just have to take care of that for her…