Oh Brother

The English Essay

"What am I gonna do with you, Billy?"
Ethan says with a smirk, tapping his finger on his lips, pretending to think. 
"I'm gonna kick your ass. That's what I'm gonna do." He smirks.

I was lucky enough that my older brother had spared me for as long as this. And growing up with my brothers, you learn to count these kind of blessings, even if they are only temporary.

Last night he could have easily chased me down, caught me and beat me up. But instead, he waited until today.

This afternoon,

while we're home alone,

and I can't be saved.

As I look at the bruise around Ethan's eye my muscles tense. I step backwards, paralysed in fear. I was the one who gave him that bruise, and I was going to pay.

"E-Ethan, dont hurt me please..." I choke out while stepping away.

Paying no attention to my plea, Ethan scoffs as he steps closer to me.

Like usual, towering over me in size.

He cracks out his knuckles then his neck as a smirk grows over his face.

Before I can yell for Grayson, in one quick
Movement he has me in a tight headlock.

I grasp onto his bicep trying to loosen his grip.
I gasp in the air around me as my air supply is suddenly snatched away from me. Using his spare arm he grinds his knuckles along the top of my head, periodically re-tightening his arm around my neck.

I squirm at the discomfort of Ethan's noogie.

Grayson suddenly walks through the door with his eyes locked on his phone. He hadn't noticed Ethan or I, although he was probably used to it, seeing as Ethan torturing me seems to be a regular occurrence between us.

My brothers (specifically Ethan) tormenting me 24/7 is Nothing out of the ordinary, just a normal day.

"Grayson... help-please." I whisper, having not much more air left in my lungs.

He still manages to hear me as he looks up from his phone.

"You comfortable there Billy?" He taunts, with a evil grin growing across his face.

"N-no." I reply, The boys snicker at my response. As if they were laughing at my misery.

I scratch at Ethan's arm as I aimlessly try to escape from my brothers.

"Good." Grayson smirks. Lightly slapping the right side of my face before he walks away.

I watched my only chance of freedom disappear as Grayson walks up the stairs, leaving me with Ethan. My brother who enjoys torturing me the most.

Don't get me wrong, Grayson wasn't an angel. He would quite often join Ethan in tormenting me and He too enjoys making me miserable. And only sometimes... sometimes would he save me from Ethan.
But, I would rather be left alone with Grayson in this situation.

Let's just say that.

Ethan stops grinding his knuckles on my head.

"Now, do you want a wedgie, a swirly or to just get beaten?" Ethan sneers, still keeping a firm grasp on me.

I cringe at the thought of Ethan doing any of those things.

My brothers loved messing with my mind by asking me what I want, making me believe I have a choice and then taking it away from me as they do the complete opposite. As a matter of fact it's all routine that they love to follow.

Following our usual routine around this time it would usually be the time where I start begging for mercy.

"Ethan! I'm sorry! P-please just let me go." I whine.

I was tired, hungry and scared. Being beaten up, hung up by my under pants or my head dunked in a toilet bowl was not what I wanted to do at this time. But I'd be mental if I thought that after punching my older brother and giving him a black eye, that he would let me walk free.

"Sorry, but I don't think that was a option Billy boy!" Ethan smirks, pouting.

I start to kick around as I feel a hand reach into the back of my pants. I stop still, preparing myself for what was about to happen.

"Please don't E, don't wedg-."

I don't get to finish before I'm hoisted off the ground by my underwear.

"I'd start begging now Billy." Ethan chuckles while shoving my underwear higher.

"Tell me how much better and stronger and smarter I am then you. Tell me I'm the best and how good looking I am." He smirks, while shoving my underwear further up my back with each word.

My brothers favourite method of torturing me is the wedgie. The fact that they are also double my height and strength plays a key role in the over all experience and pain. They know that I can't stand it so that always makes it more fun for them.

"Ethan let me go! Your hurting me! You're the best and I'll never punch you again! I promise!" I whine, hoping my brother would let me go but knowing that it would never happen.

My eyes begin to water from the pain of the fabric getting torn up my butt. I can start to hear my underwear stretching and I knew they would soon tear. My feet were only just dangling off the ground, I tried to resist the urge of kicking my legs around as I have learnt  the hard way over the years of having brothers that this only makes the wedgie worse.

Ethan adjusts his grip, grabbing the underwear with 2 hands as he uses all of his strength to shove it further up my back lifting me higher then I was before.

"oWW EThan!" I whine as my voice cracks.

He bounces me as I whimper with each bounce, as my underwear is pulled higher.

"E-ethann stop! I'm sorry ok?! I'm really sorry! You can do what you want to me, just please put me down!" I sob as a tear threatens to fall down my face.

My feet meet with the ground again as I let out a breath of relief.

Ethan still keeps a firm hold on my underwear as he tugs it up again but this time leaving my feet on the floor.

"Awww, is the poor baby about to cry? Are you not enjoying your time with your big brother?"
Ethan mocks, while tugging the fabric harder and faster with each word.

"Let me go or I'll tell mom !" I squeak.

Although I was lying, I would never in a million years snitch on my brothers. Ethan specifically. The main reason being that he would beat me black and blue and make me wish I was never born.

"LeT mE GoOo Or iLL tELL Mom!" Ethan mocks. Fully knowing that I would never tell her anyway because of the consequences.

Just after he had made me feel like I was free from the pain, he launches me back into the air again.  Almost as if he was reminding me what he would do if I snitched.

I feel a tear run down my face as I groan from the discomfort.

"I'll tell Mom that you haven't handed in your English essay!" I whimper.

With that being said, he drops me as I fall to the ground. I rub my eyes as I lay flat on the ground catching my breath.

Ethan grabs my hand as he pulls me up.

"How do you know about my English essay?" He says, suddenly turning serious.

To be continued...

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