The Bound Bratty Brother

Chapter 2 - Frig Around and Find Out

Aiden's POV

I fought with all my might to break free from my attackers' superhuman strength. I heard the bedroom door slam open behind us. I was sure that I had locked the door just minutes ago. I was now outnumbered and out muscled. In a last ditch effort, I did the first thing that came to mind. I stuck my tongue out and began licking the hand that was covering my mouth. Surprisingly, it worked! I heard a girl's voice scream in my ear, "EWWW! he licked me! Gross!" The kidnapper recoiled and released her grip on me.

Immediately, I leapt from the chair and turned to run away. Unfortunately, I was instantly tackled to the ground by my evil older sister. We both slammed hard against the carpeted floor, with Emma ending on top of me. She quickly pinned me down by repositioning herself straddling my chest. At the same time,  Jen tightly gripped my wrists, stretching my arms above my head.  

"Let me go!" I demanded.

"Shut up, Runt! You had one job, Jen!" barked Emma. 

"It's not my fault! The little freak started licking me!" Argued Jen.

"I guess your ingenious idea to put a strip of tape across the door latch makes up for it," said Emma.

 I continued shouting my demands, "Get off me, you Cow! I'm telling Mom! Let me go now! Leave me alone. " 

Instead of listening to my demands, Emma reached back and plucked my left shoe right off my foot. This instantly grew protests from her two assailants. You see, my running shoes are notorious among my family and classmates for being weapons of chemical warfare. For a little guy, I have big foot odor. 

This led to me yelling more colorful demands to my captor regarding giving my shoe back. Which she gladly complied. Unfortunately, instead of putting it back on my foot where she found it, she held it over my defenseless mouth and nose. 

The warm vinegary air that I was forced to inhale induced a coughing fit. My eyes began to burn and water. My verbal assault came to a halt as I was now far too busy concentrating on not throwing up.  

As if things could not get any worse, I felt my sister's free hand slide up the front of my shirt. I had been in this position enough times to know where this was going. I started begging, but the shoe just muffled my pleas. As predicted, Emma pinched my left nipple with her thumb and finger as she started to twist. I may or may not have let out a less than masculine sounding high-pitched shriek. 

"Say five nice things about me, and I'll stop," cooed my evil sibling. 

I doubt she could even understand my answers through the shoe covering my face. I quickly spewed out the first five things that came to mind. True to her word, she released her talon grip on my sensitive nipple.  

I let out a sigh of relief before realizing that she was going for the other side now. Sharp stinging pain shot through my right nipple. 

This time, she calmly said, "Now tell us five reasons why girls are better than boys."

I am not sure if it was the vicious purple nurple I was receiving, or the puke-inducing foot odor that I was forced to inhale, but I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I was mortified. I hoped the shoe was covering enough of my face to hide my tears. My older sister has seemed me cry literally thousands of times before, but not her friends. Being an 8th grader beat up by a trio of grade 10 girls was bad enough, but if the kids at school found out that I cried too, I would never live it down. My hopes and dreams of popularity, friendship and social acceptance when I start highschool in the fall would be ruined.

As Emma looked down at me, we made eye contact. Her demeanor quickly changed. I think she could tell that she had gone too far. She released the purple nurple that she was giving me, then removed the shoe from my face. It felt great to finally breathe fresh air again. 

"I am sorry. I promise I won't bug you again tonight. I just want to play my game. I promise", I pleaded.  

"You aren't getting off that easy, Twerp!" replied my seemingly unconvinced sibling. 

"Let me go now!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Throw me a sock from that pile of dirty laundry," ordered Emma. 

Kate quickly complied. My sister's friend looked repulsed as she held a pair of  yellowish stained socks outward, as far from her body (and nose) as she could. I couldn't blame her. They were admittedly a little ripe. Ever since our mother decided that we were old enough to do our own laundry, I had a tendency to make clothing last as long as possible between washes. Those particular socks had been used for the better part of a week. That's five whole days of school, gym class, and running around at recess. Five whole days of living inside my rancid sneakers. 

Emma snatched the foul wads up and held them in front of my face. The smell hit me like a truck. 

"Open up, Shrimp", demanded my sister. 

I definitely shook my head, while clamping my jaw shut. 

Emma looked frustrated as she said, "Oh, we are going to play this game? This is the part where I am supposed to pinch your nose closed till you open up for air, then shove them in?". Instead, she latched on to my already sore nipple, through my t-shirt. 

I involuntarily let out a cry of pain that was quickly muffled by a putrid sock. The strong cheesy salty vinegar taste of the socks caused me to start gagging. I may have gone cross eyed at this point. Relentless, my tormentor managed to force both biohazardous garments into my now bulging cheeks. Before I could try to spit them back out, layers of sticky pink duct tape were applied over my overstuffed orifice. 

"Aww! He looks like a cute little chipmunk", teased Jen.   

"Time for phase two of Operation Bound Bratty Brother", announced my sinister sibling, "let's get him tied to the chair".

I did not deserve this! I was just doing my duty as a little brother. It's my job to bug my older sister and her friends. That's the rules! Unfortunately, it seemed that I may have frigged around a little too much, and now I was about to find out, as they say.