My Protectors, My Brothers

Many people ask me, "What's it like to be rich?" or "How do you feel living with five older brothers?"

Honestly it gets old sometimes. So what if I come from a rich family? So what if my parents are multimillionaires? So what if my brothers moved out into the middle of nowhere? None of that really matters, because I know my brothers will always be there for me. And it's because I'm THEIR little sister.
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"Come on, babe. Lets have a little fun." the guy slurs; but he seems to be fully aware of his actions.

I try to pry his fingers off my arm. "Let me go!" I snap.

"Let's have some fun." he slurs again, and starts to drag me away.

Where's my brothers when I need them! And it seems my prayers are answered.

"I'd advise you to let her go." a very familiar voice states angrily. I turn my head expecting to see only one of my brothers, but instead I see all five.

"Uh, oh." he gulps, assessing my brothers.

Oh, uh is right.