two brothers snooping around under their dad’s bed and finding a weird little, black case, pulling it out and sitting down on his bed to open it up and—
it’s dad’s handgun. little brother’s babbling something about the gun safety psas he was forced to watch in school, but big brother isn’t listening to him; he’s just turning the gun over in his hands, examining it, before he points it right at his little brother, who instantly falls backwards onto their dad’s bed and backs away from him.
but big brother can see right through him. he sees the way his little brother’s thighs press together and the way his face gets a little red. so he tries something.
he clicks the safety off, watches as his little brother’s eyes go wide and he lets out a little shaky noise, eyes darting between his big brother’s grinning face and the weapon in his hand. big brother’s eyes trailing down, spotting the small bulge in the kid’s pants.
“are you seriously getting turned on right now? fuck, you’re such a freak, little bro..”
the way he says it is downright evil. he knows the effect it’s having on his little brother. if he were any more sane he’d be disgusted by the way it’s making him act. big bro’s fully on top of him now, one hand pinning his shoulder down, his knees on either side of his hips, the kid beneath him chewing his lip and looking between the gun and his big brother’s face. he looks absolutely pathetic.
big brother reaches down between them.
“wait, stop, what.. what’re you—“
he cuts off the little squeaky voice with a,
“shhh, quiet, don’t be too loud, dad’s downstairs. can you imagine if he caught us like this?”
it was meant to be a threat, but little bro makes an even more pathetic noise. big bro scoffed at that. he tightens his hand around the small bulge in his brother’s pajama pants, eliciting a whine from him. he lets little bro rub against him for a second before he finally, finally lets his hand dip past the waistband of his pants and boxers, his fingers wrapping around little brother’s length and stroking.
little bro barely lasts a minute before he’s grabbing at his big brother’s sleeve and whimpering,
“bubbie, i-i can’t, something’s gonna ha—happen,”
and all big brother can do is look at him with that cruel, cruel smile and whisper,
“if you cum, i’m gonna blow your fucking brains out,”
the muzzle of the gun pressed against little bro’s temple, and it’s just too much. he doesn’t even last another five seconds before his body’s spasming and he’s cumming into big brother’s fist. and he can barely remember what his big brother said to him right before that with the pleasure wracking his body, when big brother presses the gun harder into his temple and pulls a trigger with a metallic click, cause of course he knew their dad wouldn’t keep a loaded gun where they could find it, thank god.
