KP Wins Again

My name is Julie Power. You may have heard of me, or you may not. At the moment, I’m just an average teenage girl, fourteen to be exact even though people say I look older. I’m also a superhero, but that’s not important right now. I have two brothers, and they’re superheroes too. Still not important. I also have a little sister, Katie, who also happens to have amazing powers. And now we’re getting to the important part. Y’see, I’m in love with my little sister.

When I say it like that, I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not like that. I love my little sister, but see, it’s not that kind of a relationship.

Let’s start at the beginning.

A while ago, must have been almost a year now, the Power Pack (yes, that’s us) ran into this thing they call Venom. It’s some kind of nasty alien symbiote parasite thing that attaches itself to a person and does bad things. It got hold of poor little Katie and, well, it turned her into a monster. Thank god we were able to get it off her in the end, but…it didn’t end there. This thing always leaves something behind. After it’s taken you over, it changes you, for good. And it changed Katie.

She was eight, still is, and it was traumatic for her, but we thought we’d all gotten over it. Sure, she’d be a bit off sometimes, she’d say something or do something that wasn’t really her, but only now and then. She was just having trouble coping. But after a while, it stopped. Whatever it was, it had settled in. It was part of her now. Permanently. She was back to being my sweet little sister again and everybody was happy. Except she was different. It just took a while for anyone to notice.

She started paying attention to me. A lot of attention. She’d stare at me sometimes, or watch me do things, and she’d get this look on her face like…I can’t describe. She acted more and more aggressive around me, like she had to prove that she was better than me. She’d tell me what to do and I’d think she was just being spoiled, as little girls do sometimes, but she got less pouty about it and more assertive as time passed. She started touching me, every chance that she got, she’d just grab me by the wrist or put her hand on my shoulder, or my hip. It was when she started grabbing my ass whenever she saw me that I got the hint.

I confronted her about it. I won’t go into detail right now, but I will say this: she made absolutely certain I knew where I belong. I’ll never forget.

That was when it all changed. When I stopped being the eldest sister, constantly stepped on by her dear little sis. I wasn’t her sister any more. I was her pet. And she made sure everyone but mom knew too.

But the thing is, after about a month, I realised I was. I was exactly what she wanted me to be. When she made me obey her, when she held me down and forced me to promise, I didn’t for a second think about resisting it. I just accepted it like it was inevitable. And it was. I wanted it. I wanted to be my sister’s slave. I wanted her to treat me like a sex toy.

Katie Power isn’t just my sister. She’s the centre of my whole world. I love her, I adore her, and I’d do anything for her.