"This is Mark" my mom told me smiling as some kid came into the house, my dad came an placed a hand on his shoulder
"he will be staying with us for now. He's your new brother" my dad added. The word stuck, like sticky, gooey syrup on the hands. I don't want a brother, I don't need a brother specially a kid brother, skinny and boney. He looked as if he never ate, but he had a face of pure porcelain, the innocence in his eyes was alarming, and he had this curl to his lip that kinda made you wanna trace his mouth. His features aside I didn't want him.
"We got him for you, so you won't be lonely when we're gone." My dad whispered to me. A another human was a strange gift. I smiled at him, he hid his face and ran.
After he'd been at the house a while I got used to his presence, though we never really spoke to each other. My parents seemed concerned because they always asked if I hated him. I don't see how I could hate him if I didn't know him. He was just some stranger. When I got into high school, I moved from the main floor to the basement making the whole undercover my own space, I turned a bit spiteful, and I guess became a bad kid in my parents standards. The let me know every night how terrible of an example I was for this kid who's been living with me for two years. It vexed me that they put this kid on a pedestal, but he was, in their mind the better kid. He was a little pest. Now, I was begining to hate him.
One day folks decide 'let's go on a trip and not tell the kids' I was left with the little slime for a whole month.
"Why do you have a drawer of sex toys in your room?" He sounded like he really wanted to know, but it was none of his business who I pleased and how I pleased them.
"Stay out of my room" I spat and flared at him
"What you scared? You know mom and dad say didn't use to be like this" this was the most he's ever talked to me. His voice was as innocent as his face.
"Shut up, will you your voice is gonna make my ears bleed." I rolled my eyes and made my way to the basement door.
"I was just wondering, Asshole!" He huffed. I don't why, but I snapped.
"Fine! wanna find out?" I marched back over to him and snatched him up by his collar, dragging him to the basement.
"Let go of me!" He yipped.
I drug him near the drawer and pulled out a rope, cuffs, and a vibrator. I pinned him to the bed and he fought, so fought back.
"Jackson Stop! This isn't funny! Let me go!" He squirmed under me, it was pretty hot to have him resist. I was finally able to get his hands cuffed to the headboard.
"Jackson! Stop!" He shouted louder as I pulled off his his pants and boxers, "Jackson please! I won't come down here anymore I promise!" His breathing began to haste as I tied his legs down, I climbed onto of him and ran my hands along his smooth skin.
"You called me an asshole." I grabbed the vibrator and turned it on gliding it across his nipples watching him squirm and twitch.
"I don't want this! Please Stop!" He began to tear up. The whole scene made me even more horny for some reason. I pumped some lube into my hand and began to gently massage his hole. He shut his eyes tightly, muttering 'no' and 'please'. Tears began to stream from his shut eyes as I slipped my finger in and out adding more when I felt fit.
"I-it hurts, please no more-" he hummed weakly fighting with the pleasure. I knew I should stop, but he looked so weak squirming under me. I pulled my fingers out of him, a sigh of relief escaped from his lips. A smirk grew a cross my face, I wasn't done with him and I wasn't going to let him get away with always being treated so damn special. I pulled out a camera and began snapping photos and videos of everything I was doing to him. He let out a pained groan when I stuck the vibrator inside him. I started it slowly at first then sped it up to its highest setting, thrusting it in and out of him. He gasped sharply, and let out loud pleasure filled moan, then immediately broke down in tears.
"Brother Please Stop!" He shouted as the tears fell. I pushed the vibrator deeper into him, holding it in place. I watched his body twitch, as he came from the pleasure, tears draining from his face. I pulled the vibrator out and uncuffed him.
"Now get the fuck out" I pushed him off the bed throwing his clothes down too. He scrambled to grab his things and move away from me as quickly as possible. When he was finally able to to hold himself on his weakened legs he stared at me in disbelief.
"I HATE YOU!" He screeched then raced upstairs and out of my hair. What I did was wrong, but it felt so good, it felt good to see him so weak under me, the fear in his eyes. It made me hungry for him. I grabbed the camera and scrolled through the footage, jerking off as it played through. The replay of the event made me realize I have this whole month to make this kids life hell, and that I could make it the most pleasurable experience for myself if I continued to mistreat him like this.
