Clay sat on the edge of his bed, in the dark, the only light in the bedroom the scant illumination from the streetlight. He stared at the prone form of his younger brother in the bed next to his, stared at his pale, smooth back, his skinny arms and legs, his white briefs seeming to glow in the darkness. The little creep was getting bigger, long and skinny, the first growth spurt preceding the onset of puberty had helped him to fill up almost three-quarters of the bed already.
Terry hadn't moved when Clay spoke to him, but Clay knew he wasn't sleeping. He tried another tack.
"If you relax next time, it won't hurt as much." He saw the little goon's shoulders twitch, and he knew he'd got him listening. "Hell, YOU might even like it..."
"Shut up Clay," Terry whispered.
"Hey I'm just trying to help you out you little spaz, don't get all weird on ME."
"How do you know so much anyway?" Terry whispered accusingly.
"Whatta YOU think you little creep?" Clay hissed back. "You think you're the only one ever took a beating from that asshole??"
There was a long silence, as Terry lay breathing quietly, not moving.
"How do you know he fucked me?" It wasn't really a denial.
"The belt noises stopped, and you quit screaming. Then you started screaming again, only there weren't any belt noises."
"Maybe he didn't use a belt for the second round..." Terry whispered.
"That's right, he used his dick."
Clay shucked down to his briefs and t-shirt, watching his little brother's shoulders heave as he cried into his pillow. He was trying to find some spot inside himself that felt some sympathy for the little geek, but all he could feel was a sense of justice, that it was about goddamn time the little brat took his share of their father's dick as well as his belt.
He remembered the first time the old bastard had laid the strap on Terry, when Terry was five, and he was eight. Terry had stolen a dollar from their mother's purse, the stupid moron had bought comic books with it and hadn't had the sense to hide them. Clay had sat at the top of the stairs, listening to Terry scream, counting the blows. Eight. Shit, that didn't hardly count as a proper belting. HIS first one had been twelve, and he was only five too, when he got it proper. He remembered waiting, waiting for the long silence. Knew that the old man was greasing Terry's crack with his dick, because that's what he did after he belted Clay.
"He'll fuck you again tomorrow, he won't need an excuse anymore. He's really hot for you, I'm getting too old and hairy for him."
Terry choked out a round of sobs into his pillow, he knew Clay was telling the truth, Clay never lied, he liked hurting people with the truth.
"You wanna learn how to make it not hurt so much?" Clay offered.
"How?" Terry whispered, choking back sobs. Clay was always telling him what a baby he was, he needed to quit crying.
"Lemme fuck you, so you can practice."
"NO!" Terry squeaked, appalled.
"Hey, shutup, you wanna get us in trouble??" Clay hissed. He moved over to Terry's bed, a hard-on growing in his briefs. "C'mon, it's the only way." He reached out, gently touched the white cotton briefs. "I wish _I'd_ had a older brother to help ME out..."
Terry lay, trembling, as Clay gently pulled his briefs down.
"The trick is to relax the muscles," Clay whispered, pulling a small bottle of baby oil from the nightstand between their beds. He slipped out of his briefs and climbed onto his brother's bed, straddling his prone form, his hard cock pointed at his brother's buttocks. Clay could hardly believe the little spaz had been talked into letting Clay fuck him up the ass. He poured a generous squirt of oil into his palm and rubbed it between his brother's cheeks.
"You gotta relax man, or it'll hurt." Clay warned him, as he felt the buttocks tighten instinctively at the strange touch. He prodded two oily finger's at Terry's hole. "Make like you're gonna shit, only don't really..."
Clay quickly jabbed the two fingers into his brother's ass as the sphincter slowly winked open. "That's it, concentrate man, concentrate on relaxing." He slowly finger-fucked his brother's hole.
"Pretend I'm a really pretty girl, my fingers are her fingers..." He leaned over his brother's back, whispering hypnotically, trying not to aggravate the kid's bruised buttocks as he thrust deeper, pushing up into Terry's gut. Clay's hips were humping air, he needed to do the little rat.
"Think about your dick, think about how good it feels when you squeeze out a really big turd," Clay breathed, stroking himself to his full six inches with an oily fist. He knew the kid wasn't ready, he was too tense and it was still going to to hurt him. He pressed the head of his cock against Terry's hole, felt it squeeze shut instinctively.
"Open it, man, relax it." He pressed insistently, grunted as his cockhead slipped into his little brother. "Onh. That's it man, relax your asshole, think about a big turd, slipping back in, you didn't manage to squeeze it out and it's slipping back up into you..." He thrust in smoothly, without too much resistance. Terry squeaked in pain as Clay's hips mashed into his bruised and beaten buttocks.
"Quiet man, I"m trying not to hurt you." Clay whispered into Terry's ear as he hovered over his back, his prick buried up Terry's ass. "There's a spot somewhere up your butt that feels really good when you get fucked, think about that, try and feel that spot, man, think about getting hard." He started sliding his cock out of Terry's ass, feeling the kid shudder in revulsion, and fear. He slipped it back in, felt the kid start to relax. It really did feel awful fucking good to be buggering someone, a warm hot body beneath him, taking his cock. Clay was nearly ready to shoot, he'd never fucked anyone before, and it just felt really good.
He started fucking harder, not too hard, they had to be quiet, they'd get killed if they got caught, he didn't want Terry to start making too much noise...
"This is it buddy..." Clay moaned, fell on top of his little brother, pressing his hips into him, driving his cock as deeply into Terry's ass as he could make it go, filling him with his seed. Terry swallowed a scream and moaned beneath the crushing weight of the older teenager, his bruised ass-cheeks throbbing painfully. He felt the cock in his ass wilting slowly... Clay was right about the ass-fucking part, it *didn't* hurt if you did it right...
Clay rolled off his brother, crept into the bathroom that adjoined their bedroom to wash the funk off his groin.
When he returned, Terry was still laying as he'd left him, his briefs around his hips, his face pointing toward the wall. Clay shrugged. If the little twerp wanted to act like some fucking drooling nutcase, that was his business. He crawled between the sheets of his freshly made bed and drifted contentedly to sleep.