#broc3st

Big brother who watches his sweet little sibling, knowing he could never actually touch him. How could he ruin something so innocent and perfect? He resigns himself to jerking off at night to a hidden folder on his phone - to pictures that will never see the light of day.

But he needs more as time goes along. He sneaks out and goes to the local dive bar. He plans to drink his thoughts of that soft skin away. On his 5th or 6th or 7th drink, who rucking knows anymore, a sweet little thing slides into his booth. They rub up and down his arm, their fingers wrapping around his wrist and tugging him into the sticky bathroom.

He bends them over the sink, fucking them hard and fast. He moans out his sibling's name and swears as the room spins. The next time he opens his eyes, he's in his bed at home. He groans, and there's a hand in front of him. "Take this and don't puke." He does as he's told, taking the pain relievers.

Later in the day, he notices his sibling limping slightly. "Hey, little one, are you okay?" He asks, reaching out in case they fell. "Oh! I'm fine." They hum, but their big brother doesn't really hear them. Not when they've got bruises on their hips in the shape of his hands.