big bro walking in on his little brother jerking off, apologizing and almost closing the door before noticing the way his little brother holds his phone tight against his chest. no fucking way. the kid isn’t old enough to be watching porn yet. that’d fuck him up in all sorts of ways.
so big bro walks back into little bro’s room and, after a little bit of a struggle, snatches the still unlocked phone out of his hands, confused when it isn’t porn. it’s a picture in little bro’s camera roll, accompanied by others like it, in his hidden folder. all the photos are dark, literally. it’s difficult to make out what they’re of. so, while little bro screams for him to stop and does his best to cover his beet-red face with his little hands, big bro turns the brightness up and squints and realizes.. they’re of him. his hair, his pajama pants, his bed.
it’s nothing incriminating, barely even suggestive. just big bro sleeping in his bed, maybe a few shots focused a bit too much on his hips to be totally innocent. he looks up at his little brother, tears streaming down his face in embarrassment, already stuttering out a shitty explanation.
“wuh—when you were taking m-my phone from me my camera roll opened and,—“
he wipes the snot from his face.
“i-i wasn’t touching myself to the pictures of you, big bro, honest.”
it’s almost too pathetic. his face all red and round cheeks wet from crying. and all because his big brother found out his dirty little secret.
“were you really too much of a pussy to take my clothes off? settled for these instead?”
little bro looks up, frozen for a second. how can you even respond to that? the worst part, little bro thinks, is how unaffected big bro sounds. it’d be better if he were angry. a lot better. then, big bro would just beat the shit out of him like he always does and then threaten to tell their parents to keep little bro quiet. this is much worse. this cold, calculated consideration as he scrolls through the pictures.
“yknow, you could’ve just asked.”
big bro says this way too casually. this has to be some sort of trap. no way in hell it isn’t.
little bro watches as big bro lifts the front of his shirt and holds his baby brother’s phone out in front of himself, taking a few pictures from that angle.
“this is what you want, right? some material of your big brother for you to perv out to? you can just admit it, i won’t be mad.”
then, he tugs the waistband of his sweats away from his body, purposefully obscuring the sight from his little brother’s view, and snaps a few pictures of his half-hard cock. he takes a few more, one of him from behind with his shirt tugged up, revealing his torso, one of his open mouth, because, “i know you’re a weird little freak about that,” and then hands it back to his little brother like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“if you ever want more, just tell me. i’ll send them to you. or, if it’s the fact that i was asleep that gets you off, don’t worry about it. i sleep like a rock. you wont wake me up. go nuts, kid.”
