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"Greg. Greeeg. GREG!"
Greg Heffley jolted awake and glared at his older brother, Rodrick, groaning and rolling over in his bed. "What do you want, Rodrick?", he whined, cringing at how scratchy his high pitched voice was from sleep. Rodrick grinned and flopped into bed beside him, elbowing his little brother in the stomach in the process and earning a groan and a sharp glare from him. "Well? What do you want?", Greg pressed again, but at this point, he didn't really care anymore. Now he just wanted his annoying asshole of a brother to get out and let him sleep; his head and ribs hurt and he was tired, he didn't want to deal with it.
Rodrick rolled his eyes and his hands shot to the smaller male's sides, pulling up his t-shirt and moving to loom over him. What the fuck was he doing? Why had he just done that, Greg was going to freak out on him. He was going to get scared and upset, he was going to tell mom, he -
"Hah, just like I thought. You're still scrawny as fuck, jesus, you look like you can't even lift a drumstick. You're gonna get your ass handed to you at school, y'know."
Shit. He hadn't wanted to be an asshole, for once. But in his defense, what else could he say to excuse randomly lifting his little brother's shirt, after sneaking into his room?
Rodrick couldn't help himself though, he was having trouble controlling himself around this stupid, annoying kid. As much as he tried to will himself to resist, as much as his stomach flipped every time he thought about his brother, it was hopeless. His mind couldn't stop wandering.
"Uh...um, Rodrick?"
Rodrick blinked dumbly at the boy beneath him. "What?"
Greg squirmed under his grip, wincing at the way his crotch bumped against Rodrick's and prayed Rodrick didn't feel it. He mumbled a quiet "Let me go, I'm tired..." before trying weakly to get away again, only for his brother to grab his hip and hold him in place. Greg's face went red and he felt his stomach churn with the way his body was reacting to something so simple against his will. It was disgusting, he felt horrible, Rodrick was going to think he was sick if he figured it out.
Rodrick cocked a brow at his brother before the gears began turning in his head. His innocent, virgin little brother was getting flustered from Rodrick just touching his hip and holding his shirt up. That was all it took to get this innocent - no, this slutty little fucker to get hot for him. Here he thought that Greg was this pure, innocent, good little boy that he'd end up really ruining; he'd never in a million years have thought that Greg was some desperate slut who would act like this for his older brother. Greg blushed darker and couldn't help the confused, scared, and kind of aroused whimper that he made as he tried to understand the strange look his brother was giving him.
"Rodrick, seriously, let - let me go, I - I -", the words just wouldn't leave Greg's mouth properly, he kept stuttering over them. Rodrick suddenly had this borderline maniacal look on his face and Greg felt his throat tighten and his heart beat faster, fear wracking his body as if it had no care for the heart attack it was going to give him if it kept going. And just as suddenly as it appeared, the look was gone, replaced by just a lazy and knowing smirk, the kind Rodrick gave him when Greg made a mess and then lied to his mom that Manny did it instead. He looked pleased, almost proud of him, as he finally let go and got out of the bed, stopping at the door on his way out of the room. "Get some rest, Greggy. You wouldn't wanna oversleep on your first day of seventh grade, yeah?", Rodrick teased before slipping out the door and sneaking back to his attic room.
What...the fuck just happened?
In his room, Rodrick threw himself onto his bed and his hand immediately went to his cock, palming it through his sweatpants almost angrily as he tried to calm himself down from that experience. What the fuck was Greg thinking, squirming around under him like that, like he wanted to be touched by him? What if Rodrick had snapped and flipped him over and fucked him without a care in the world? Typical Greg, always so inconsiderate about his big brother's feelings. Rodrick couldn't hold back a low groan as he pressed particularly hard at the thought of Greg taking his cock. The wimp would probably cry the first time, especially because of Rodrick's size, he was sure of it. He'd probably claw at his arms and say it hurts, but then get upset if Rodrick pulled out. He'd probably be unable to keep quiet, moaning from the pleasure and pain so loud that Rodrick would have to put a hand over his mouth to keep their parents from hearing. He'd be so tight and warm and -
Rodrick bit his lip to try to silence the hot noises he made as his orgasm hit him like a train, hips desperately pushing forward as he rode out the pleasure. He mentally cursed at himself for not taking over his boxers and pants beforehand, now that he was thinking clearly. He wasn't going to sleep well tonight.