His Brother’s Keeper by JustSadeTo..,

Jack has asked his brother Casey to help him with a $50,000 debt. But what he asks for in return may be too high a price to pay. , His Brother’s Keeper

It started about a month after Jack’s brother Casey started paying off his debts. Amy and Jack had been living together for a year by that time and the tension in the flat was almost unbearable. Jack was so stressed that they’d stopped sleeping together. The thought of having to rely on his brother for financial support was killing him but then the people he’d borrowed from in the first place would have killed him anyway, and Amy too, they’d said as much when they’d caught onto him that night after work and the trip to the Emergency Room left no doubt that they were serious. It was either pay back the $50,000 or ace the consequences and Casey, with his high-powered job at the exchange, was the only guy Jack knew who could or would help him.
Amy was a lot more nervous these days as well. Not having to contend with loan-sharks was one thing but sometimes she thought it was preferable to dealing with Casey. She’d never liked Jack’s brother. In fact she hated him. He was only a year older than Jack and herself, at twenty-nine, but he’d been luckier in life and made himself a considerable fortune on the shock exchange; he was overbearing and arrogant and since he began paying off the debts they owed he’d been treating Jack like shit always pushing him around, calling him worthless, jackass, shit-for-brains.
The day it all began Amy was home alone. She was a waitress at an Italian place in town but she’d picked up a day off and Jack was working at the petrol station. She’d been sitting in the kitchen when the knock came at the apartment door. She glanced at the clock as she headed out into the hallway to answer it. It was about a half-hour early for Jack to be getting home and she wasn’t expecting anyone else. When she opened the door her face sunk.
“Casey.”
He was standing there in the doorway with a serious look on his face; as if he was there to evict them for non-payment of rent.
“Jack’s not here.” Amy said.
“I’m not here to talk to Jackass,”
“Don’t call him that,” Amy was trying to be demanding but in reality it was Casey who held all the cards, and she knew it.
“What should I call him,” Casey said, brushing past her into the apartment as if he owed the place, “guy who works at a fucking pump station who borrows fifty grand. Fuck sake. You shouldn’t even be with that deadbeat bastard.”
Amy didn’t reply. He’d threatened once or twice to stop the payments and if he did Jack and her were in serious danger. She just followed him into the kitchen were he’d already opened up the fridge and pulled a beer out of the cooler.
“You mind,” he said, not really asking.
She just shrugged. He sat down at the kitchen table opening up the bottle. He took a long swig and eyed her. Amy really was too good for his deadbeat brother. She had the hottest fucking body he’d ever seen. Perfect c-cups, a sleek waist, beautiful slim legs and her ass, fuck, her ass was a piece of fucking art. Casey was getting a hard-on just looking at her imagining what it might be like to lie on top of her and lick her pretty face.
Amy was getting uncomfortable with the way he was staring.
“Did you want something,” she said a little defensively.
“Yeah,” he said, “I want to talk to you and Jackass…”
“Stop!….” Amy began
“Shut the fuck up!” Casey shouted, pointing the beer in her direction, “You shut the fuck up! I’ve been paying a grand a fucking week to lowlifes and all because my fuck-up brother can’t cope with life so I’ll call him any fucking thing I like. Or do you want me to stop the payments?”
“Casey he’s your brother.” Amy tried,
“Don’t fucking remind me,” Casey answered, then he took a swig and continued, “I want you and Jacky to come over to my place tonight. I’ve got something I want to say and you’re gonna listen.”
“Okay,” Amy said, she was frustrated that she couldn’t stand up to him, “but he’s in from work in twenty minutes you can wait and say what you’ve got to say here.”
Casey shook his head,
“Tonight.” He said

*

Casey finished his beer and left the apartment. Amy was relieved to see him go. Something about the way he stared just made her skin crawl. She sat down and thought but there was no other way to survive than to take Casey’s abuse and jump when he said jump. When Jack finally got in from work she passed on the message from his brother.
“He wants both of us to go?” Jack looked puzzled, “I told him I didn’t want you involved. Fuck I might’ve let the sharks have me if they’d not threatened you too.”
“Don’t say that,” Amy came to him and held him tightly, “you know I wouldn’t’ve let anything happen to you. Not even if I wasn’t involved.”
Jack breathed, “I just hate what this is doing to you.”
“It’s nothing Jack,” she kissed him, “he just wants to humiliate us a little. Let us know he’s on top. That’s all. We’ll let him think what he wants.”
“He was always like this,” Jack said, “that’s why I didn’t want to ask him for help, Amy. He’s a manipulative bastard.”
“Get dressed,” Amy said decisively, “we’ll go over for an hour, listen to what he’s got to say, then come back home. He can’t hurt us any more than that.”
Jack took Amy’s advice; changing his work clothes and getting ready to go over to his brother’s. They couldn’t afford to run a car these days so they took the underground; arriving at Casey’s around ten. Casey’s apartment was much bigger than their own. Very modern and stripped back with a massive veranda overlooking the glittering city. He reveled in the fact that he had so much of what neither Jack or Amy could ever afford.
“Sit,” he said as soon as they got in from the hallway.
They sat on one of the two three seater sofas Casey took the other for himself. Between them, on the glass table, a sheathed katana sword lay on its black oak stand. Pretentious bastard.
“What do you want?” Jack cut to the chase.
“I’ll get to that,” Casey said, and the couple could tell that he was almost nervous, or excited in the extreme under his poker-face demeanor.
It was as if he was about to ask for something.
“First,” he said, “I want you to understand something. In the last month I’ve paid four grand towards your debt with people I haven’t even fucking met. That’s four of fifty that I’ll be paying every month for the next year. To cut a long story short I’m pissed.”
“I can’t help it Casey.” Jack grit his teeth.
“Oh, you could’ve, Jacky, you could’ve,” Casey leaned forward. “But that’s alright I’ll keep paying, what are big brother’s for anyway, and, were on the one hand this whole thing’s been one massive pain in my ass on the other I’m kinda glad you fucked up so badly.”
“What?” Amy frowned.
Casey smiled at her; looking her right in the eyes. Then, she was sure, his stare filtered down to her breasts. She folded her arms.
“I’ve got a proposition for you Jacky,” Casey said, turning his attention back to his brother, “a chance to get a bit of your dignity back. Now it must be humiliating all this, you taking charity from me, so I’m gonna give you a chance to sell me something for my money. Problem is you ain’t got shit and there’s only one thing you own I want.”
“What?” Jack looked puzzled, almost frightened.
Casey leaned forward.
“I want your girlfriend.” He said.
The whole room erupted into violence. Jack kicked away the glass table sending the katana skittering away and grabbed Casey hard around the collar; running him up against the back wall. Blows were met with blows on both sides but in the end Jack landed the best of all splitting the skin above Casey’s right eye and drawing blood. Casey clutched his face and backed off.
“You ever talk shit like that again about Amy I’ll fucking…”
“What!?” Casey spat, his hand clamped over his eye, “You’ll what!? You limp-dicked piece of shit! I fucking own you. In fact get the fuck out… I’m stopping the payments.”
“You can’t.” Amy was disgusted even at the thought of Casey wanting her, the thought of him even thinking about her made feel sick, but she made herself speak to him, beg him even, “please, Casey, he’s your brother.”
“You Jack,” Casey said, “get the fuck out of my apartment. If she stays behind I’ll make the payment. If she doesn’t you can both go to fucking hell.”
Jack and Amy looked at one another. There were tears in both their eyes. There was nothing they could do. The payments had to be made, to stay alive they had to make them, and Casey could take all that away with an electronic signal.
Jack turned back to his brother.
“Casey, please.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“I can’t,” Jack trembled.
“Jack,” Amy went to him, holding him, “we have to do this.”
“No…” Jack started
She kissed him.
“I’m with you,” she said, “even when I’m here. You understand.”
Jack shook his head, “fuck. No.”
“Go,” she said, “I’ll be okay. I’ll try to make him change his mind. Go.”
There was nothing else Jack could do. Even killing Casey wouldn’t have worked. He looked at his brother with a mixture of fear, pain and hatred. He couldn’t believe he was going to leave his girlfriend with another guy. And for money.
But that’s what he did. He kissed Amy one last time.
“Change his mind,” he said and, as though he couldn’t stand to look, he made off down the hallway and out of the apartment. On the train home, as if no one else was there, he cried like he hadn’t done for years.