>>1902623Okay.
We're at school together, where I'm two years ahead of my imouto. My imouto is pretty and well liked, so she usually makes digs at how much cooler she is than me when we're home. I'm shy and unpopular, so I'm frequently bullied by the popular onee-chan and her pack of vicious imoutos.
One day is particularly bad, where popular onee-chan and her cronies have me dragged to a deserted part of the school where they can torment me without the teachers seeing. The imoutos cackle as they shove and kick me, and I'm too overwhelmed to fight back. As the popular onee-chan raises her hand to strike me, my imouto finds me. She stops the popular onee-sama and gets them to leave.
She sighs, looking down at me with my face covered in tears and bruises, and strokes my hair softly. "I'm the only one who gets to bully you." She says, as she gathers my weak form in her arms and stares down at me in exasperation.
"Why do you let them do that to you?"
Unable to speak, I turn my eyes to the ground. Her fingers slowly trail up my neck as she rests her hand under my chin and forces me to look her in the eyes, even as my breath catches in my throat.
"You're... so..." She cliches her jaw and suddenly drops me to the ground.
"Weak. If you won't fight back on your own, then I'll just have to use you until you learn how to. Or break. Whichever comes first."
And then she lovingly rapes me until I learn to not be a bitch
(which never happens and I become her masochistic onee-chan forever). 
