I grew up in a not so traditional household. My dad raises us, me and my seven older brothers, and he's done a good job. It's a close nit family type thing so even though four of the seven are grown they still live here. My dad is a CEO of some company he started with his friend. Because of that he makes lots of money and therefore can afford all of us and a huge house. My brothers have varying jobs. Ones a doctor, ones a teacher, ones a home therapist. There's also a tiny detail that they think I don't know.
They all have sex with each other. I don't know why they haven't told me and even with them being as discrete as possible I still found out. You can tell by the gentle loving looks and touches. Now I don't have a problem with any of this. No, my problem is they don't love me. I understand having eight kids is difficult but my life as been one forgotten uh-oh after another. I'm honestly surprised dad didn't forget me at the hospital.
Feeling lonely sucks but beimg lonely when you have eight other people living in a house with you is just sad. But I'm used to it. I've accented that I'm the unwanted person at home and at school. Yes, its cliche but I'm being bullied at school, and because of my anxiety I find it hard to male friends so don't have those to dissapoint.
I sigh and pick at my food at the lunch table. "Hey look guys, it's the fag. What wrong today? Sad your not getting any dick tonight? Disgusting freak." Carter says as he picks up my milk and pours it on my head. At this point I'm too numb to feel the sting of the milk in my eyes. I see my twin brothers stand up but rush out the door. They like to play protector at school, I guess it makes them feel more manly. I go change my stuff and hear the bell ring. I relax and head towards home. I'm acrually two years ahead in school so where I should be a sophomore, I'm actially a senior. I have a coupld of classes with Felix but he goes the whole day when I only go half a day. The only problem is those guys that bully me, they also go only half a day. And today is so not my lucky day. I flinch when a hand lands on shoulder and I'm pulled into an ally. "Where you off to faggot? Got some dicks to suck?" I shake my head and try to move past them but two of the grab my arms to hold me still.
"If you wanted a dick so bad you could have asked. I ain't sticking mine in you but ee know a guy who'll plow anything. Wanna take the twinks v-card Danny?" A huge guy steps forward and gives a wicked smirk. My eyes widen as they push me to the ground and wrestle my pants off of me. They pull my boxer briefs down and I gag at the hand that lands on my side. I beg for someone to walk by and notice, in my head but realize no one wants to help me...
They cover my mouth and I let out a muffled scream as he pushes in without prep of anything. "Shit, he's tight. You sure he's a slut? Most of those that I fuck are loose as shit." He groans out and begins shoving into me at a faster pace. My vision burs at the edges and I feel bile in my throat and tears on my cheeks. The pain radiates up my spine and through my hips. I'm also pretty sure I'm going to have bruises on my hips with how tight hes holding me.
I shiver as I feel his cum fill me. He pulls out and they let me go before running off, leaving me half necked on the ground. Carter grins at me and says "next time tell your brothers to stay out of it" before running off as well. It takes me about thrity minutes to finally get the motivation to move and feel shocks of pain while putting my underwear and pants back on. My hands shake as I pick up my backpack and stand. Then i promply turn around and puke up the bit of food I had at lunch.
Once my stomach is empty I slowly shuffle home and it take me an hour and a half to get there. I see Dax's truck in the drivway and remember he got in today. Dax is the third oldest and works offshore so he's not here alot. He's almost te only ine that speaks to me a lot. Asking how I've been and such. I shuffle inside and hear him in the kitchen. I shuffle my room and grab a pair of boxers and some sweats. I then go into my bathroom and step in the shower turning the water on hot. I wince and whimper while trying to clean the white substance out of me and then scrub my skin almost raw. Once done I dress in the sweats and a ling sleave shirt before heading downstairs to speak to Dax before the rest start coming in.
