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Yet again, Igby was being punished for not turning in his homework for the week. His penance this time was to clean the entire household's laundry for a month, and he could already tell it was going to be a long, drawn out month. The thirteen year old hated doing chores like this but he continued to get himself in trouble. He simply couldn’t stand his life, even though everything was handed to him on a silver platter.
“You know that every fuck up will result like this, Igby?”
Igby stares at his mother, Mimi, and brushes her statement off. “I’ll be fine. It’s just laundry, Mimi.”
And what he does hate more than these annoying punishments is his older brother, Oliver, better known as Ollie. The most perfect fucking boy on the planet, according to their mother, Mimi, at least. Their mother has given her all to Ollie because he actually listens to her, unlike Igby, and stays out of trouble (he’s better at hiding it than Igby). On a few occasions, Igby has caught Ollie doing things their mother would disapprove of, but when he would snitch on his brother, Mimi would light a cigarette, whine about how he’s lying, and ignore his existence.
Doing laundry turned out to not be as bad as Igby thought it would be, but having to go into Ollie’s room to grab his basket of grimy clothes was the worst part of all. His brother would give him a hard time simply passing it to him, the stains were nearly impossible to get out, and he hated how much his dirty gym socks smelled. It was like an animal crawled into the basket and died inside.
One particular day, Igby went upstairs to grab a small pile of clothes he saw in the corner of Ollie’s room, assuming his brother would be at school since it was Speech and Debate day. But as he barged in, he saw Ollie completely naked at his desk, hand wrapped around his throbbing dick, and a picture of Igby on the computer.
Igby jumped and ran out of the room to his bedroom. He tried to lock himself in, but Ollie pushed the door in and slammed it .
“What did you see?” Oliver asked while panting and clutching his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He grabbed a random pair of shorts off the ground and pulled them on, just in case their mother decided to wake up from a nap and wander around.
“Nothing,” Igby whispered as he stared at the ground.
“I know you're lying to me, you little idiot. Try to say anything about what you saw and you’re fucked,” he threatened while poking at Igby’s chest.
Igby gulped and nodded his head.
He continued cleaning clothes for the week and kept his mouth shut until he encountered the maid, who typically did the laundry for them. He detailed to her what happened between him and Ollie and begged her to tell their mother for him.
“I sure will,” she replied with a slight smile on her face before she disappeared upstairs.
Igby smiled back and threw more laundry into the washer. As he poured the Tide into the washer, he felt someone behind him push his body into the washer and dunk his head into the foul clothes and detergent. He held his breath and thrashed as he felt his pants being pulled down.
“Stop,” he muffled into the clothes.
He tried to bring his arms out of the washer but they were pushed back in.
“Stop moving, dumbass.”
Ollie, he thought to himself.
He stopped fighting, staying still as Oliver spit on his hole and rubbed what he assumed was the tip of his dick against it.
“I told you to not tell anyone, but you just cannot listen to simple instructions!”
Igby hiccuped as he listened to his brother, who had started to slip inside of his unprepared hole. He felt his asshole burning and screamed as loud as he could, trying to warn anyone of what was happening to him, but the maid had retreated to a different part of the home and their mother was knocked out cold from her daily drinking.
“How’d you figure out so quickly?” Igby whined.
“There’s this thing called bribing and helping the less unfortunate. Wasn’t hard to convince her to get you to confess in return for the hundreds I stuffed in her wallet.”
Igby felt his limbs go numb as Oliver spoke.
“Please stop,” he begged in between breaths.
“Nothing is going to stop me,” Oliver grunted as he bottomed out. “Fuck, you’re bleeding. Surprised anyone hasn’t fucked you yet.”
Igby screamed and began thrashing his legs around, trying anything to prevent Oliver from continuing the assault.
“Maybe that’s what you need to shut you up? I could fuck you and leave you limping for weeks,” Ollie laughed as he smacked Igby’s ass and tightened his grip on the small boys hips. “You know I’ve been thinking of fucking you for ages. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this. And I get to take your virginity. You’re mine, Igby.”
Igby began to sob into the clothes, not caring as he inhaled the putrid fumes and the freshly poured detergent off of them.
“Please stop, Ollie. What if Mimi comes down here and catches us in the act. What will she say?” Igby pleaded to Oliver.
“I’ll convince her that you forced me to do it. Mom never pays you any sort of attention anyways, she won’t see it as me raping you. She’ll see it as you coercing me into fucking your attention seeking ass.”
Ollie slowly pulled out of Igby and dipped his fingers into his hole. He rubbed the blood around Igby’s anus and spat in it again. “Should I go a little harder and make you bleed some more?”
Igby cried out at the comment and used the last of his strength to kick back at Ollie. His brother was thrown off balance and landed on the floor in a slight daze. Igby yanked his body out of the washer and made a B-line to the door, but was quickly tripped by Ollie. He face planted onto the ground and proceeded to break his nose on the tile floor.
A pile of blood pooled underneath Igby as he groaned into the floor. He couldn’t believe that this was his sad excuse of a life. In the midst of his thoughts, Ollie climbed on top of him and meanly shoved his face into the ground, grinding his freshly broken nose into the tile. Ollie dug three fingers into the blood and brought them to Igby’s hole, roughly forcing them in.
“I typically use lube or spit for my lovers, but considering you won’t stop running away, blood it is!”
Igby shrieked loudly as Ollie slammed his cock back inside of him and pinned his frail body to the floor. The larger boy laid down on top of him and kissed his bruised face. Igby felt a small boner rising in his pants, so he shut his eyes and tried to calm himself down, praying it would go away.
“I can’t wait to see you try to explain this to Mimi.” Ollie grabbed at his bulge and smirked. “How do you think she’d react seeing her faggot of a son getting hard when his brother rapes him?”
Igby squeaked and felt his heart sink down to his toes. He needed to run away; he couldn't let their Mom see him in this state. Maybe his dream of going to California would happen sooner than later.
Ollie painfully gripped Igby’s hips and thrusted a few more times before he came inside him without warning. Ollie kissed Igby from his temple down to his collarbone, rubbing small circles around his tummy.
“Next time, don’t give me such a hard time and this can be fun for us. Now, let’s clean you up, little guy.”