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Begging For Her Brother’s Help By Getting Bred
Whole Family Breeding - Brother and Sister 2
Rayne Vice
Becky sat in her car for ten minutes before she came up.
Andy watched her through the window the whole time. Engine off, phone pressed to her ear, calling him. Hanging up. Calling again. Rehearsing. He knew what this was about. He'd known for two weeks, ever since she sent him that screenshot from the group chat, the one with the fire emojis and some guy in a rented Lambo talking about passive income. His reply had been three words.
Don't. Do. It.
Her reply had been an eye roll. That was fourteen days ago. Tonight his little sister sat in his parking lot practicing a phone call, and the math wrote itself.
She knocked like the door owed her money.
He opened it and she burst past him before he could speak. She was a wreck. Mascara gone, eyes puffy, hair yanked halfway out of its bun. Her phone was clutched in one white-knuckled fist and she was already talking.
"Okay. Before you say anything. Before you do the face." She spun to face him in the middle of his living room, hands shaking. "I know. You told me. You told me and I didn't listen and I'm an idiot and you can put it on a shirt and wear it. That's how you know it's bad. I'm not even fighting you."
She held the phone out at arm's length like it was on fire.
"The app says my advisor has been logged out. My advisor, Andy. Marcus. Him and everybody else. The whole company. The website's a parking page now. It's selling DOMAIN NAMES. My rent money is being sold as a domain name."
"How much."
"Everything. The whole check. There's a tier system, and the third tier unlocks, it doesn't matter. It's gone. Rent's due Friday, I have forty dollars in checking, and my landlord already hates me because of the recycling thing." Her voice cracked. Fresh tears welled up. "I didn't know where else to go. You're the only person who ever tells me the truth even when I hate it. And I hate you so much right now. And I need you."
He sat on the arm of the couch and looked at her.
"So you need a loan."
"A loan. Yes." The word visibly steadied her. Gave her ground to stand on. "An official one. I'll sign something. Six months and every penny back plus interest, and I'll figure the interest out, there's formulas. I'll get a second job. Weekends. My whole plan is already forming. I just need the gap bridged. One bridge. One time. And I will never mention passive income in your presence again."