Awful, confusing writing aside (and it really is awful, no matter how old you are), you need to strike back, and get something on him to hang over his head. My case was a little different, but I took the same method to help. I did a lot for, and with, my hot older sister, running errands with her for her dance team, working my butt off moving stuff, washing her car, and, for a brief time, doing anything she asked. She had me well-wrapped around her long-nailed finger, and knew it. I started feeling a bit used, especially since I asked for her help (to drive me somewhere) one weekend and she declined. That pissed me off.
She had a habit of coming home loaded and/or high, and tapping on my window to let her in, as she was unable to find her house keys. One night, I got the tap, let her in, and noticed how way drunk she was..Slurring her words, bad, shirt half-way undone, eyes all glossed over.. I walked her down the hallway and to her bedroom, closed the door to help her change, and, when she leaned over, out fell two joints and cash. From the inside of her on it's way off bra!
I knew of my family's utter hatred of anything like that, and how she'd be slammed if it was found out about. I took it after putting her to bed. The next day, I went into her bedroom, just us, and made her a deal..You get these back, as it's clear you're definitely smoking and maybe even selling, and I keep my mouth shut, ONLY if you stop asking me to do everything for you, have a little appreciation for what I do, and, if I need something like a ride..You better believe you're taking me. It was the first time I ever took the upper hand with her, since I finally had something to use against her.
She not only agreed, but, said whenever we were in her car, running errands or whatever, since I loved her body (and was used to getting her changed for bed), would drive with her shirt flipped up or unbuttoned for me. To her credit, she did for quite awhile. I had her so used to it that it became regular practice. She later told me, driving topless on a long, rural road, that yes, she was selling. I remained silent about all of it.
Is it normal that my Brother is taking advantage of me
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Awful, confusing writing aside (and it really is awful, no matter how old you are), you need to strike back, and get something on him to hang over his head. My case was a little different, but I took the same method to help. I did a lot for, and with, my hot older sister, running errands with her for her dance team, working my butt off moving stuff, washing her car, and, for a brief time, doing anything she asked. She had me well-wrapped around her long-nailed finger, and knew it. I started feeling a bit used, especially since I asked for her help (to drive me somewhere) one weekend and she declined. That pissed me off.
She had a habit of coming home loaded and/or high, and tapping on my window to let her in, as she was unable to find her house keys. One night, I got the tap, let her in, and noticed how way drunk she was..Slurring her words, bad, shirt half-way undone, eyes all glossed over.. I walked her down the hallway and to her bedroom, closed the door to help her change, and, when she leaned over, out fell two joints and cash. From the inside of her on it's way off bra!
I knew of my family's utter hatred of anything like that, and how she'd be slammed if it was found out about. I took it after putting her to bed. The next day, I went into her bedroom, just us, and made her a deal..You get these back, as it's clear you're definitely smoking and maybe even selling, and I keep my mouth shut, ONLY if you stop asking me to do everything for you, have a little appreciation for what I do, and, if I need something like a ride..You better believe you're taking me. It was the first time I ever took the upper hand with her, since I finally had something to use against her.
She not only agreed, but, said whenever we were in her car, running errands or whatever, since I loved her body (and was used to getting her changed for bed), would drive with her shirt flipped up or unbuttoned for me. To her credit, she did for quite awhile. I had her so used to it that it became regular practice. She later told me, driving topless on a long, rural road, that yes, she was selling. I remained silent about all of it.