you've always been ticklish, and i've always liked making you squirm. usually i'll stop after a bit, or when mom and dad intervene, but today we're alone and i just can't help myself. you're so cute writhing and begging me to stop, and it's easy to pin you down. i barely have to touch your tummy and sides to make you yelp and whine and today i'm relentless.
at first you try to act cool, suppressing your reactions and telling me to cut it out, but soon you're crying "stop, please— no, st—stop it i'm serious— i'm gonna—" and then you whine again and look away embarrassed. "what's the matter? you're gonna what?" i ask, as i look down and see the wet patch between your legs. "holy shit," i laugh, "did you fucking piss yourself?"
you whine again, unable to look at me. "i said to stop!! you never listen.." you're trying to close your thighs together to hide your mess, and i grab them and push them apart roughly, sneering at you. "god, look at that. wetting yourself like a baby. fucking embarrassing. cmon, i'll help you clean up." and i hoist you up bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom as you protest and try to get out of my grip.
"i don't need your help, fuck off," you whine as i put you down in the bathroom, shutting the door behind us.
"yeah, you do. take your pants off," i order you, blocking the exit.
you blush and look away. "what? that's.. that's weird..."
"no it's not. we're brothers, we used to bath together and shit. cmon, i'm just helping you out."
you're hesitant, but i always want what's best for you, right? even if i'm a bit rough sometimes. so you blush harder and unbutton your pants, trying not to think about how hungrily i'm staring at you, and drop your pants and boxers to the floor.
i take a step closer, staring at your cute little tdick. it's bigger than i thought it'd be. ".. d'you still need to piss?" i ask, a little distracted. you nod. "too bad," i say, stepping right up to you, "you need to learn to hold it in."
and my hands are on you again, reaching under your shirt this time, grabbing you hard and pressing on your bladder as you cry out and try to push me off. "such a fucking baby. can't even control yourself," i snarl as i pull you back against me, and you can feel my bulge pressing against you. "you gonna piss yourself again? dribble all over the fucking floor? gross."
my hands are roaming lower, and i can feel your breath catching. ".. bet you're even more sensitive down here," i growl in your ear as i find your dick and pinch it.
you cry out and squirm and press your thighs together hard. "stop! what are you doing, you— you shouldn't touch me there—"
"shut up. i'm helping you. you gotta learn to hold it in, okay?"
"this is wrong—"
but i start stroking your dick, and it shuts you up nicely as your mouth parts in a moan. "shh, feels good, doesn't it? now just keep holding it in." and soon i'm jacking you off with my other hand pressed over your bladder, and you can feel me getting hard against you. i can't help but reach a little lower and feel how fucking wet you are, and i can't stop myself from bending you over and raping you while you try desperately not to piss all over yourself from how good it feels.
