My Bro
Karen was sitting in the kitchen of the house that she lived in with her brother Steve who at sixteen years of age was four years older than what she was, her mum had already left for work and her dad had left home a few years ago, Karen was scared because the night before Steve had caught her peeping through his bedroom door key hole, Steve was a violent thug and well feared, Steve had not said anything when he had caught Karen at his door so she was scared he would have a go at her now her mum was out. As Karen sat eating her breakfast she heard Steve coming down the stairs and braced herself for a verbal onslaught, Steve walked into the kitchen wearing just his bath robe as he …