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There was a wasp infestation in Dick’s room.
Despite Dick not living in the manor anymore, having his own apartment in Blüdhaven, his room at the manor was still kept to his liking, allowing him to stay there without a hassle whenever he would come back to visit Gotham and his family.
Visiting family was also the explanation Dick gave to wanting to stay in Jason’s room while his own was unusable, despite the manor having plenty guestrooms to choose from. “It’d be like a sleepover!” he’d said.
Jason wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of a sleepover, but he complied, just happy to see Dick’s animosity toward his adoption was beginning to fade. Jason was starting to feel like him and Dick were actually brothers, which he had to admit, felt nice.
It felt a little less nice when they were getting into bed, and Jason saw Dick taking off all of his clothes, underwear included, before crawling under the covers beside Jason.
“I sleep naked all the time at home, it’s chill,” Dick said, doing little to ease Jason’s discomfort at seeing his naked form, but convincing him to let it go and let Dick lie down next to him, even if the bed that usually felt comically large suddenly felt far too crampt. Dick was too close.
Jason knew not everyone was into pajamas. He was; after living on the streets with barely enough money to feed himself, warm, comfy clothes just for sleeping in was a luxury Jason refused to ever let go of, but he understood some people felt constricted by extra fabric when trying to sleep. After all, Willis had slept without clothes, back when he was still alive, on the rare occasion he would be home with Jason and his mother. But even Willis wore his boxers to bed. Dick’s lack of underwear Jason couldn’t really wrap his head around, but he supposed it would be better to accept it. He was his older brother, after all. Jason could trust him.
Jason was lying on his left side, trying to sleep, when he felt a pair of eyes staring at him. When he peeled his eyes open, he found Dick also lying on his side, face illuminated by the moonlight, staring at Jason.
Jason frowned a little.
“What?” he hissed out in a whisper.
Dick didn’t immediately answer, eyes darting down Jason’s duvet covered body for a second before looking back into his eyes.
“Can you masturbate with a pussy?” he asked quietly, but not whispering, acting awfully casual. So casual Jason didn’t even think to be weirded out by the question.
“Yeah,” he said, like Dick was stupid. Of course you could. Anyone could engage in sexual stimulation and pleasure, regardless of parts, and surely Dick should know that? Sure, Dick wasn’t exactly a proper adult yet, but he was older, and he wasn’t stupid, otherwise Jason wouldn’t be having such a hard time trying to live up to the expectations he’d set as Robin.
Dick seemed to be delighted by the answer.
He smiled.
“Can you show me?”
Jason paled, and then blushed. He... Well...
No. He couldn’t.
He didn’t know how.
Truth be told, Jason only knew masturbating with his set of genitalia was possible because a book had told him so. Bruce understood the importance of sex education, but was far too awkward and closed off to have a conversation with his adopted tween son about said subject, so he instead bought him a book that would explain all he needed to know about puberty as he was approaching it. Bruce had noticed Jason’s interest in books, and knew he learned well by reading, so it was the perfect way to teach him while avoiding any awkward conversations, which would have likely been made even more awkward by the fact that his younger son was trans, and Bruce did not have personal experience in how his puberty would likely play out.
The book had been helpful, Jason had read it front to back countless times with curiousity he couldn’t explain, but still, it wasn’t the most informative on all subjects. The book was aimed at kids, kids Jason’s age, and the authors probably thought it wouldn’t be relevant to Jason or his peers how to pleasure oneself. They would figure that out on their own.
Jason hadn’t figured it out yet. He was only in the beginning stages of his puberty, and hadn’t felt the need to explore himself like that, aside from sitting down on a towel one time and using a hand mirror to check how it all looked down there.
Jason knew what puberty was, knew that it was happening to him right now. Jason knew about the birds and the bees, knew how babies were made, knew how the working girls at Crime Alley made their money.
He didn’t know how to masturbate. But he didn’t need to know at his age, right?
Dick disagreed, apparently.
Jason noticed he was all tensed up as Dick was still staring at him, something in his eyes that Jason assumed was curiousity.
He tried to relax back into the mattress, swallowing hard and feeling himself blush all the way down to his neck with embarrassment.
“No, I don’t wanna,” he muttered, ashamed by the truth he left unsaid.
Dick frowned, letting out an odd sound of disappointment.
“Come on, Little Wing,” he said softly, “I showed you how I do it.”
Jason tensed again at the memory. He’d almost forgotten about that. Dick hanging out in a towel, playing a boardgame with Jason and asking if he wanted to see him masturbate.
At the time Jason hadn’t known what that meant yet, and so agreed to it, although regretting it soon after Dick took out his private parts and began stroking nonchalantly.
When Jason had told Dick that he changed his mind and would like him to stop now, Dick didn’t listen, and instead asked if Jason would like to touch it. He didn’t, but it didn’t really sound like a question, so Jason wrapped his way too small hand around the shaft and allowed Dick’s larger hand to guide him. Jason had pulled back and refused to reapproach when the gooey white stuff came out, and instead let Dick take care of the rest himself, focusing on the boardgame they were playing instead.
Jason didn’t think about it much afterward, and didn’t tell anyone about it. It’s not like it was the only situation where Jason was forced into something he didn’t like and just had to endure it. That sort of comes with being a kid and having to listen to people who were older and wiser and in charge of you.
“I showed you, now you show me. It’s only fair,” Dick argued.
Jason distantly wondered if it really would be unfair if Jason refused. After all he didn’t ask to see Dick masturbate. In fact he’d asked him to stop.
But they were just starting to get along. They really felt like brothers now. If Jason just straight up denied him, Dick might be upset, and they’d lose all that progress they’d made. Jason wanted them to remain brothers. He wanted Dick to be his older brother. He was the best older brother he could ask for.
Jason bit his lips and avoided Dick’s gaze.
“I don’t know how,” he mumbled, embarrassed to admit it, “I haven’t tried it...”
Dick let out a sigh, but not disappointed or tired, more... endeared? And something else. Jason couldn’t put his finger on it.
Dick smiled at him, and whispered: “We’ll figure it out together, yeah?”
Jason froze, heart beginning to hammer in his chest. Jason wasn’t entirely sure what they would be doing, but he knew it would involve taking his pants off, and surely that’s not something brothers were supposed to do together, right? That just... doesn’t sound right. But Jason’s never had a brother before. How should he know? Jason also didn’t know how touching himself worked, and Dick apparently didn’t know either, so maybe this was just how they would bond as brothers. Learn something new together and grow closer in the process.
Jason squeaked out a little “okay”, but Dick hadn’t waited for it, already shuffling closer to him on the bed before Jason could make a sound.
Jason rolled over to lie down on his back, unsure if he was trying to get further away from Dick or simply getting into a more optimal position for this, allowing him to part his legs a little. Either way Dick stopped when he was right next to Jason, leaning on his elbow while his other hand reached out to stroke Jason’s belly, lifting his shirt a little bit to reveal his lower stomach, before the hand slid lower, easily slipping under the waistband of his loose pajama pants.
Jason tried to relax into his pillows, his lower stomach tingling when Dick’s hand rubbed his inner thigh under the fabric. Everything was too hot, and for a moment Jason was glad Dick pulled the covers back, until he was reminded of his older brother’s nudity. Jason tried not to watch as Dick slowly hardened.
Jason let out a little whine when Dick’s hand in his pants cupped his crotch, fingers slowly rubbing at the fabric separating his hand from Jason’s cunt.
Dick let out an amused huff. “You’re wet,” he said, putting more pressure like he was trying to push his finger through Jason’s underwear.
Jason didn’t ask him what he meant by that. He’d found vaginal discharge in his underwear before, so it was probably that. Jason just didn’t know why Dick thought it was worth mentioning.
Dick withdrew his hand and shifted again, beginning to pull down Jason’s pajama pants. Jason let him, lifting his butt a little to make the maneuver easier. Not wanting to look completely stupid, wanting to show Dick he knew at least a little bit what he was doing, Jason didn’t wait to be prompted and instead took it upon himself to push down his underwear as well.
Dick smiled at his initiative and settled to lie on his side beside Jason again, returning his hand to between his legs.
Now looking down at himself, looking at Dick’s hand spreading open his lower lips and feeling around, Jason realized how truly too big his hand looked between his legs.
Dick seemed to notice the same thing.
“You’re so small...” he whispered, more to himself than to Jason.
Jason stayed quiet, watching Dick’s too big fingers touching and probing around, his own little hands fiddling with his night shirt, the last remaining piece of clothing left on his body.
Dick’s touch was slow and careful, testing and exploring Jason’s inexperienced cunt without any sense of force. Some touches felt like nothing, while other spots made Jason jolt and gasp, which in turn made Dick grin, momentarily turning to look at his face lovingly. Jason blushed, embarrassed, but glad Dick was happy with him and his reactions. All he really wanted was for his brother to be happy with him.
When Dick found an especially sensitive spot and started rubbing it, Jason just barely held back a scream, entire little body jolting as he tried to ground himself by gripping at his shirt tightly.
“Does that feel good?” Dick asked with a smirk.
Jason frowned, but didn’t stop reacting to his brother’s fingers’ movement.
“It, uhm... Oh! Ah, it, it feels, um... Ngh... i-it feels weird...”
Dick shifted closer until Jason could feel his breath on his cheek, which only made him feel even more weird.
“Good weird, or bad weird?”
Jason bit his lips in thought. The tingling in his lower belly felt kind of fun. There was something pulsing in between his legs, which he didn’t know how to feel about. In his chest there was a certain tightness that he couldn’t decipher. In his head it was all just so weird and icky, and really if you told him that Dick would stop touching him now and they would both put some clothes on and go to sleep, he would be glad. He preferred other brotherly activities over this. Like playing boardgames.
Before Jason could gather his thoughts enough to come up with an answer, Dick asked: “Does it hurt?”
Jason shook his head. He kind of felt like he needed to pee, but it wasn’t painful.
“Good,” Dick said, pressing a kiss to Jason’s cheek.
That felt weird.
When Dick stopped and pulled his hand back, Jason let out a sigh, thinking their little experiment was over. Instead Dick sat up on the bed and moved to kneel between Jason’s legs, spreading his thighs wider to get a proper look at him before bringing his hand back to fondling Jason.
“Little Wing, your pussy’s so small, so pretty...”
Jason frowned at that. He’d looked down there with a mirror, and he would hardly call it pretty. But Dick was utterly enamoured by him, spreading his lips with his fingers just to get a better look at his still hairless cunt, letting out a weird groan at just the sight.
Dick continued letting his fingers roam, touching and stroking all around in between Jason’s legs, and the longer it went on for, the more Jason felt like he needed to pee. Or throw up. He wasn’t sure why, he hadn’t been feeling sick recently, nor gotten punched in the stomach on patrol. Something in him was screaming at Jason to get away from Dick, but he was his brother. He was Robin before him. Jason could trust him. They were just figuring this out together. Helping each other out.
Jason would be selfish to ask him to stop now. Besides, he’d tried last time, and Dick hadn’t listened.
Dick’s other hand stroked slowly along Jason’s stomach, hip, and thigh, as his fingers delved futher in his slit, stroking up and down slowly until he found a small opening. That was when Jason could pinpoint that it was there where he felt the throbbing between his legs. He wished it would stop.
Dick didn’t warn him when he started pushing a finger into the small entrance, slowly, testing. Despite the care, Jason’s eyes shot wide open, mouth agape in a silent gasp, his body twitching as his cunt fluttered and clenched around the intrusion.
“So tight,” Dick muttered, his other hand leaving Jason’s body to wrap around his own cock, stroking slowly as he focused on slowly pushing his finger further in, despite the resistance.
Tears started forming in his eyes as Jason looked up at the ceiling, unable to stop his body from twitching around Dick’s finger. It burned. It hurt. Dick’s finger was too big, Jason was too small, and it was too much.
“Dih... Dick...” he choked out, “That hurts...”
Dick didn’t look at Jason in the face at first, still intently eyeing how Jason’s cunt was swallowing, or more accurately rejecting his finger. He was only half way inside, and tried pushing in and out a couple more times, drawing out a strained whine from Jason, before slowly dragging his finger back out.
Even the movement of the finger pulling out of him burned Jason, made him whine out in pain. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he tried to catch his breath, Dick’s fingers going back to finding one of Jason’s sensitive spots that made him tingle all over, stroking slowly.
“You’re still too small for that,” Dick muttered, mostly to himself, “I’m sorry, Little Wing, it’s okay...”
He bent down to press a kiss to his forehead, fingers still moving on Jason’s sensitive cunt, other hand still stroking his own hard cock.
“I’m sorry, I’ll just make you feel good again, okay?”
Jason thought to himself that he would feel real good if Dick just went to sleep in his own room, wasps be damned.
Jason wiped away his tears and turned to look down at himself again, at Dick touching him and touching himself. It now dawned on Jason that this probably wouldn’t be considered masturbating, seen as Dick was doing it, not Jason himself, so technically they weren’t learning much about masturbating with a pussy. Jason was learning a lot though, a lot more than he really wished to.
Jason tried not to look at Dick’s length in his hand, but found it increasingly difficult as he still wanted to see what Dick was doing to him, and the hand stroking himself happened to be way too close to Jason’s own privates being stimulated.
When he saw the cock twitch in his hand, Jason felt himself clench around nothing, an unknown drop of wetness traveling down to his ass.
Dick noticed, letting out a light chuckle.
“You really are enjoying this, Little Wing.”
Jason wasn’t sure if he would agree. But it wasn’t a question.
“I’m glad you are,” Dick said with a smile that was far too warm, “I’m enjoying this too. I’m enjoying it very much...”
Dick found one of Jason’s sensitive spots again and started rubbing faster. Jason started feeling far too hot and sticky.
“You’re so cute, Jason, so small, so pretty, so inexperienced...”
Dick started grunting, his other hand moving faster along his cock.
“Do you know why I’m doing this, Jason? Do you understand what’s happening?”
Jason frowned, whimpering, finding it hard to focus on an answer. He felt too hot, his stomach was tingling, and the throbbing between his legs wouldn’t stop.
He knew Dick was masturbating, because that apparently feels good. He knew he was touching Jason’s pussy, vulva, to be more accurate, trying to teach him how to pleasure himself. Why he wanted to teach Jason that, that he did not know.
“Do you know why this feels so good? Why you’re this wet?”
Dick withdrew his hand suddenly, drawing out a whine from Jason, and showed him his fingers, that were coated in a clear, shiny liquid.
Jason shook his head. He didn’t know what that meant.
Dick groaned, seemingly pleased with Jason’s answer, and brought his hand back to touch him where Jason now discovered he really was wet.
“Come on, Little Wing,” he coaxed softly, “let me give you your first orgasm. Please, Jason, let me make you feel good...”
Jason didn’t have much of a choice in the matter as his legs shook, he felt the biggest tension of his life and then the biggest release, biting his lips hard in order to not make any noise to wake up Bruce or Alfred. He couldn’t let them see him like this.
Dick moaned uncharacteristically deep, finally ceasing touching Jason like that and instead guiding his hard, twitching cock in between Jason’s legs, rubbing himself off against his slit.
When soon Jason came to and opened his eyes to see his brother’s cock rubbing against his cunt, his eyes widened, and his whole body stiffened, even in the exhaustion.
Was Dick going to...?
Jason knew how babies were made. Jason knew brothers weren’t supposed to make babies together.
To Jason’s relief, Dick did not push into the hole that they had already discovered was too small, and instead let his cock rub against Jason’s abdomen, lightly stimulating the parts of Jason that were now far, far too sensitive.
Dick’s balls smacked against Jason’s cunt as he watched with half lidded eyes how big he was compared to Jason, how far he would reach if only he would push inside.
But that would hurt Jason, and he wanted to make Jason feel good. They were figuring this out together.
Jason’s body calmed, falling lax, legs like jelly, but his mind still raced, still kind of feeling like he wanted to throw up as he watched Dick rubbing himself against him, cock twitching on its own accord.
“Fuck, Little Wing... thank you...” Dick groaned out, hips stuttering when his cock twitched, and suddenly gooey white stuff was all over Jason’s stomach, even staining the hem of his shirt that had ridden up to his chest.
Jason watched with a frown, staring at the stuff on his stomach, at his brother’s cock resting on his abdomen, slowly softening as Dick continued to thrust gently.
“Thank you, Jason,” he whispered, leaning back on his heels and palming his softening cock, other hand delving into Jason’s slit once more to spread his lips and get a good look at him.
Jason squirmed away from the touch. He thought they were done, when he assumed Dick gave him that ‘first orgasm’ that he was talking about. He was done. He didn’t want Dick to touch him anymore.
Dick leaned forward to press another kiss to Jason’s forehead.
“You’re such a good little brother,” he said softly, before finally retreating from between Jason’s legs, allowing him to press his thighs together in a futile attempt to hide after everything that had already been done.
Dick settled to sit next to Jason on the bed, his little brother watching him expectantly as he stared at his stomach, covered in gooey white stuff, one hand going to gently stroke his side.
Jason squirmed at the touch. It tickled.
Dick looked around for a moment, before his eyes landed on Jason’s underwear that had been discarded earlier. He grabbed the piece of garment, and returned to Jason, using the underwear as a rag to clean off the gooey stuff on his little brother’s stomach.
He then offered the now sticky and wet underwear to Jason, who looked at him, dumbfounded.
“Put them on.”
Jason sputtered, eyes darting between the garment and his brother’s face.
Dick tilted his head innocently: “Do you want to sleep naked?”
Jason quickly shook his head. He wanted clothes, and he wanted them now.
Dick waved his underwear in his face, but Jason still wouldn’t grab them.
“They’re dirty,” Jason mumbled.
“You can grab a new pair in the morning, come on.”
Jason frowned at Dick, but swallowed and grabbed his dirtied underwear, sliding them back on and not enjoying the way Dick stared at the action.
Dick finally diverted his eyes as Jason moved to put on his pajama pants, and he pulled the covers over both of their tired, trembling, sticky bodies.
Jason turned to lie on his right side, his back facing Dick, half expecting to feel his hands gently carress his back, his sides, his ass, his legs.
The touch never came.
“Good night, Little Wing.”
“Good night.”