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little bit of a mess

TW: smut, incest, abuse, mental abuse, sexual abuse, gay sex, cussing, violence, yelling

The two up at the top are the main characters. Elliot *Blue one* and Damon *Red One*

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    Elliot was a shy quiet nerd, always up in his room or seen cleaning the house. His brother, Damon. Was always out partying and fucking around with the girls he saw. 

   "ELLIOT, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE," Their father yelled. Elliot quickly ran down stairs and knelt down on the ground, on his knees. The man unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock, sighing. "Suck."

    Damon never knew what was going on at home, but always assumed that Elliot liked cleaning. Elliot shuddered in disgust before slowly taking his fathers member into his mouth, starting to suck. He felt tears flowing down his face as his father gripped his hair and started thrusting into his mouth, making him gag and cough. They both heard the front door open and Damon stares in horror as he watches his brother being used as a flesh light. After a moment, his father yanks Elliot off and pins him against the couch, not noticing Damon had come inside.

    "Fuckin' hell, you useless bitch," The man growls, thrusting into his son. Elliot cries out in pain, more tears falling down his face. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

    He slams his fist down onto the poor teen, making him whine and close his mouth. Damon walks outside, making sure to be quiet before calling the police. They were both turning eighteen in a week, so he was sure they were allowed to stay at their house. 

   "Hello, 9-1-1 what's your emergency," A lady says.

   "Uh, hello. My name is Damon Morocco. I have a twin brother named Elliot and my father is inside raping him right now. P-Please hurry, I don't know how long it's been going on. I got off work a little early and I-I saw this, pl-please! Hurry," Damon says, pacing out near his car. 

    "We are sending an officer your way, can you stay on the line and inform us what is going on?"

    "Yeah, let me go look," Damon says, sighing. He carefully peaks inside and sees Elliot sobbing on the couch with his father thrusting into him. "It's still going on, please hurry..."

    "Alright, an officer will be there shortly to take care of everything." After three minutes, An officer parks near the house and you could hear Elliot crying inside. 

   "P-Please hurry... H-He has my brother," Damon says, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. The officer runs inside and comes out a few moments later with their dad in cuffs. Then an ambulance shows up and Damon quickly wraps his brother in a blanket and helps him to the ambulance. "You should have told me, Elliot..."

    "I-I'm sorry, Damon," Elliot mumbles, leaning against his twin. "H-He scared me..."

    "I know, I know," Damon says, rubbing his side. Elliot sniffles and lets the paramedics do their work. Once they get to the hospital, Elliot was checked in and put into a room with another patient in the bed next to him. 

   "You'll be here for a week, we want to monitor your mental health and your body to make sure it's healing," The doctor says, sighing. 

    "Can I stay with him," Damon asks, holding his brother's hand.

    "Of course," The doctor says, smiling. "Alright, I'll let you both get some rest."

    The doctor leaves and Elliot snuggles closer to his brother and sniffles. Damon sighs and hugs Elliot, knowing he needed comfort. 

    "I'm here, brother," Damon says, kissing his forehead. 

    After a week, they were both officially eighteen and back home. 

     "El, I'm gonna throw a party," Damon says, peaking his head into his twin's room. 

     "U-Uhm... C-Can my room be off limits?"

      "Yeah, of course. I'll make John's room the main sex room," Damon says, smiling. John was their father. "I'll bring you snacks and drinks now so you don't need anything downstairs. Keep the door locked."

    "Got it," Elliot says, nodding. After a few hours, loud music was blasting downstairs and there was loud moaning down the hall. After the party died down a bit past two, Elliot unlocked his door and kept reading. After a moment, someone stumbles in and Elliot looks up, noticing it was his twin. Who was extremely drunk. "Damon, what's wrong?"

   "Elliotttt," He slurs, climbing on top of him. "I misssedddd youuuuuu!"

    "I'm here, Damon. Don't worry," Elliot says, giggling. The taller twin shoves his lips onto the smaller. Elliot's eyes widen as the taller starts making out with him. "D-Damon!'

    Damon giggles and pulls away, taking off his clothes.

    "Get undresssedd," Damon slurs, tugging at Elliot's clothes.

    "Damon, do you even know what you're saying," Elliot says, grabbing the brunette's hands. 

    "Yessss! I-I've been wanttingg to say it for a whiiiiiile, but never had courageee," The boy says, smiling. "I loooooveee you, E-Elliotttt.... Likeeee.... Moreeee than famillyyyy, like loooverssss.."

    "Damon. You're drunk." 

    "No I'm not," Damon whines, grinding against Elliot. "Comeee onnn! Let's fuckkkkkkkk!"

    "B-But-" Damon smashes his lips against Elliot's for a second time, yanking off Elliot's clothes. "D-Damon!"

    The taller ignores his brother and slowly starts to finger the smaller. Elliot moans, arching his back softly. Damon shoves another finger into his twin. Elliot thought he was completely drunk, but he was only a little buzzed, being able to see and understand what he was doing. 

    "Mmmm..... M' only a lil- only a lil buzzed," Damon says, scissoring the poor boy. Elliot moans and cries out in pleasure, his legs trembling as his head was tilted back with his mouth wide open. Damon yanks out his fingers and lifts his brother's legs up over his shoulders before lining up his member with Elliot's hole.

    "D-Damon... A-Are you sure you'll remember and you're in your right mind," Elliot asks, his face flushed.

    "Yeah, Yeah. Of course I'll remember," Damon slurs, leaning forward. He slowly pushes the tip into Elliot, making him moan loudly. 

    "O-Oh god," Elliot moans, wrapping his arms tightly around Damon's neck. Damon starts thrusting softly into the smaller. "N-Ngh!"

    "Fuck, baby," Damon mumbles, biting Elliot's bottom lip. The small boy moans loudly as Damon starts thrusting faster. 

    "P-PLEASE, F-FASTER! I-I'M GONNA CUM! I'M GONNA C-CUMMM," Elliot cries, scratching deep marks into the taller's back. 

    "Fuck yes, Gonna fill you up," Damon growls, biting down on his brother's neck. Elliot cries out in pleasure, coming all over his stomach. "Fuck, that was so sexy...."

    "T-TOO MUCH," Elliot yells, his back arching. He wails as tears flow down his cheeks, the feeling of his twin stimulating his prostate was becoming too much. "Oh god.... Y-Yes, right there! R-Right there! R-RIGHT THERE! O-OH MY GOD, D-DAMON!"

    "Fuck," He moans into the smaller male's ear. "Gonna cum in you!"

     "Please, please, please, please! I-I need it," Elliot cries, his legs trembling. Damon lets out a soft moan, his hips stuttering as he came into the smaller. Elliot gasps and moans as he cums once again. "FUCK!"

    "Agh...." The two fall asleep like that, not even bothering to pull out or clean up. Elliot pulls a blanket over them, lazily, before falling asleep. When Damon woke up, he was a little confused, but remembered most of everything. "Love you, El..."

   "Love you too, Dam..."