You were out late at a store one evening, making a last minute run. Your mom just needed something quick to make dinner with. You were wondering why she didn't go hours prior since she doesn't do anything all day, but you still ran her errands.

You were scanning through the aisle when this giant man in a hood stares you down from the other side. He's tall, probably two heads taller. You dismiss him and continue gathering the things you need. The shelves are a bit empty since it's closing, and you can't seem to find a single bag of flour strangely. You swore you saw one earlier.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when two hands grab onto the shelves on both sides of you. He had trapped you with his body, and his cock was out, firmly pressed against your thigh. His hand roamed your torso before they trail to your stomach. The other clenched a bag of flour.

"Looking for something?" He murmured hoarsely, his breath ragged against your nape and ear. The rumbling of a bag draws your attention upwards where he held it in his hand. "A young lady like you shouldn't be paying for everything. Let me help you..." The man leans closer, his tongue flicking out to approach your neck. He smelled damp, with precum and foul odor overpowering the already wretched stench.

You push him away and send him stumbling into the other shelf. His hood falls and it reveals his face, flushed with arousal with long, greasy locks falling over his face, matted beard, and an even worse mustache. He's stunned, looks on the verge of tears, as if you had wronged him devilishly, he frowns and his eyes plead, but you don't stay to listen or watch. You run to the front, quickly pay for what you got, and left for home.

It had been a few weeks later and the incident was just a weird memory in the back of your mind. But one day your parents call you into the kitchen, a very, very familiar face standing along with them.

He was well groomed this time, short hair, pale eyes, and a casual—if not a bit gloomy—demeanor. Though it looked like he just woke up not too long ago, with light bags under his eyes.

"Sweetie." Your dad called, his face bright and a smile curled at his lips. "We wanted to introduce you to your new brother." He gestured for him to come forward, and he did. You could tell your mother was just as excited.

You on the other hand were confused. They had never mentioned adoption or ever wanting another kid other than you. They never treated you nicely either.

He approached you slowly as if he was nervous, holding his hand out to be shook. His smile was stupid, goofy and uneven, but he seemed well mannered. You shook his hand reluctantly and he returned the gesture... until he held onto you firmly, shaking it so aggressively you thought your wrist was going to pop out of its socket. "Hey... I'm Chase."

"He'll be sleeping in your room." Your mother added. She seemed oblivious to the glare you gave her in return.

You endured it for the day until you approached them with your concerns, how you didn't want someone sharing a room with you, and the lack of communication beforehand, and how uncomfortable you were around him. You thought to mention your stuff going missing, like your undergarments, but you held that to your chest for another reason if they ask. But that didn't come.

They immediately blew up on you, calling you ungrateful, that he came from a bad home and is trying to connect with you, and sending you off to your room without dinner.

It left you baffled, the anger came out of nowhere. But you obliged anyway and stayed in your room the whole night. You heard your room door creak open, assuming it was your mom or dad, but it was Chase. You pretended to sleep.

He walked in and placed a plate on your nightstand. It was a nice gesture, but he overstayed his welcome, staring at you before pressing his lips to your neck and letting out an animalistic growl.

You immediately sat up, but he was already gone. You sighed and ate your food before placing the empty plate back on the nightstand.

The next morning your parents were making breakfast, calling out to you. That was odd, they never did that, leaving you to fend for yourself. But now you weren't alone. Chase was with you. He approached the living room and your mom and dad blew him up with affection, ruffling his hair, giving him a few kisses on the cheek.

But then they looked at you and all that enthusiasm disappeared. Like you had just ruined the moment. "Be nice to your brother okay?" Your dad said, but he didn't expect an answer before he left for work.

Your mom then passed you to sit on the couch and watch the TV. And it was just you and Chase in the kitchen. He smiled at you, but his brows remained creased and slightly furrowed. "Your parents seem cool, but you... I want to learn more about you.