Blackmail: Get mad at him.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You turn and stab a finger in his face. "Shut up, you," you say. "Not another word! And you better not say a thing!" You remember his scared little six-year-old face when you swore him to silence over all the mean things you'd done.
But he's not six anymore.
"Or else what?" he says.
You don't really have an answer to that, so you turn and start walking fast towards the house. And then he talks again - and he's confident. Too confident. Way too damn confident. "Better stop, sis," he says. Your face is hot. You're steamy-mad. You stop. You turn. You try to kill him with your eyes. It doesn't work. He's got a smile on, a smart-aleck little grin you want to punch off. But...but he's a boy now, and he's nearly your size, and you're very much afraid he's stronger now.
"You don't want mom to know, you're gonna pay attention." Oh, and he's got the goods on you. God damn that T, he's the one who got the goods all over you, and now your little shit brother's taking advantage, fuck that T! "I remember when you tripped me up right on the ant bed and your friends all laughed." Well, it was funny, all those little red ants on his face, and he was such a brat, and anyway, that was years ago!
"And the way you stole Petey and hid him on top of the fridge." Well, the kid had been eight. That was too old for teddy bears, wasn't it? Besides, he cried too much, and he had to learn to quit that shit and grow up. Oughta be thanking you for making him tough like that. Oh, did he cry out a river over that stupid bear!
"And made me eat dirt pies and not tell mom." Well, if the little dumbshit was gonna fall for the "open your mouth and close your eyes, and I'll give you something to make you wise..." - what was he going to expect? You did make him wiser, didn't you? What's he so fucking worked up about all that old stuff anyway?
"And tied up the computer with your stupid girl chat when I had a raid going on." Okay, that was last Tuesday, but what the fuck? He needs to get over that stupid boy stuff if he ever wants a girlfriend anyway. He's not gonna score like that! Stupid fourteen-year-olds, they're so desperate they'll try to get it on with squirrels in the park. Or anything that moves, really. They just can't get it off their minds! Can't...uh-oh.
"So, you want to slut around and get past mom - you've gotta do what I want for a change. Come on!" He gestures for you to come along with him around back. Shit. When did he grow up so damn fast? Well, it's brother Ray's way or the front doorway, and you aren't getting a lot of time to decide.
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
