Like the many times Neil got his way, we played the games he wanted to play when he wanted to play them and it never really mattered what I liked.
So I took a seat and thought back on some less than pleasant memories. His ultra young and ultra sexy secretary had showed me in here when I arrived unannounced and said she would do what she could but that "Mr. God I felt like I was sitting in my old Headmasters office here, waiting for my brother. In short he was minted and was the only viable idea I could come up with for getting that level of cash in a week (which was all I had). Had made his money in stocks and shares and sold at the right time and was now Managing Director of his own engineering company and as all the local press liked to tell us it was going places, landing some pretty major national contracts. Neil, meantime, was a tycoon, a financial whiz kid. Despite early victories I started losing and then losing big and here I was owed some pretty nasty characters £10,000 or my kneecaps were going to be broken. So I made easy cash and then started betting it on the horses and won more than I lost, which brought me to the attention of some frankly undesirable pseudo gangsters who I started playing cards with. It all went wrong when I found out that I was quite the pool player and if I was smart enough there was easy cash to be made that way. I was 21 and since leaving school had pretty much successfully wasted the three years between leaving school and then. I was the youngest and as youngest children are wont to do I rebelled as I got older, which indirectly is why I was sitting in the ante room to my big brother's office about to do something I vowed I would never do - ask him to help me out. She was three years younger than him and it he obviously annoyed her about as much as me. My sister Kelly always seemed to feel the same. And he was Mum's favourite, her blue eyed boy that could do no wrong, especially once Dad left us. And he was always so damned right and sanctimonious. He always seemed so stuck up and pompous to me even when he was only a teenager. He was nine years older than me and we just seemed to be from different generations. I never really like my big brother, NeIl. Oh and please take the chance to leave feedback, comments, votes and suggestions because there are further chapters of this story planned. Author's Note: Obviously this is listed as a incest/taboo genre story however, it is also very much a nonconsent/reluctance story and a gay male story so if those things aren't your thing then please take note.