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Kept Up

"I can't sleep!"

The words made me sigh as I continued to battle though the zombie war that was ranging on my laptop.

"Why not?" I asked, managing just about to prevent my character from becoming trapped under a pile of the undead.

"He keeps doing it!"

"Who?" I asked without turning as I optimistically typed BRB into the in-game chat box, so Marc would know why I was no longer fighting, "Is doing What?"

The answers didn't take too long to arrive and weren't the least bit surprising.

"Your brother. He's playing with his thing."

That made me smile, even though I knew it shouldn't. Noah always become just 'my brother' whenever he managed to upset our little sister. Which was quite often, it has to be said and he was twelve now so 'his thing' he was playing with wasn't a mystery to me either. It was, after all, only four years since I'd been twelve and had done the same thing. Not that Molly would have know that of course and she was no saint, as I reminded the eight year old.

Turning my head just far enough I asked Molly if she'd knocked before coming into my room.

That didn't go down well.

"I'm your sister. Your ONLY sister. I don't have to knock," she replied, folding her arms and pouting at me like only a eight year old girl can. "And Mum said you had to leave your door open when you were in charge. And not to wear your headphonies either."

"I wasn't," I protested before I could stop myself, forgetting for a moment that I was her age and theoretically in charge. At least I didn't explain how the laptop's speakers really didn't do the battle sound effects justice as Molly wouldn't have thought that was any better an excuse than mum had.

"Soooooooooooooooooo!" elongating that second letter until it was the length of a paragraph, Molly folded her arms even more fiercely then before as she demanded, "What are you going to do about it then?" both verbally and physically.

"Nothing!" I mumbled hopefully glancing at the laptop as Marc's character was lured into a zombie ambush I was unable to warn him about and which wasn't going to end well, at all.

"But you have too do something Adam. Mum said so." Molly was in my room now. Standing beside me, seemingly towering over me, even though she's nearly a foot shorter.

I waited until Marc's character became surrounded and then looked away as things got ugly, before I reminded Molly that Mum had said no such thing for the simple reason that Mum knows nothing about what happens while she's working the late shift. Not that Molly was listening.

"Ewe, that's gross!" she pointed as the zombies decorated the combat zone with my best friend's avatar.

Doing my big brother bit I told Molly she shouldn't be looking at it if it was gross. Mind you, giving the way the cursor in the chat box was flashing, she was about to learn just how gross things can be, as Marc was clearly about to tell me what he though of what happened, fairly sure of all the words he would use, "Gross" wouldn't be one of them.

Naturally I got Molly away from the screen before she got to make any additions to her vocabulary, or I had to explain what all the words meant. Neither of which was something that would give me any credit with mum.

"Whatever!" she shrugged with more attitude than most of the girls at collage could manage. "Come and tell Noah to stop doing it."

I went for a deal. "Will you go back to bed, if I do."

She nodded, changing from diva to cute-as-pie in a flash. Hands behind her back, swaying slightly from foot to foot. All of it. Probably learnt from one of those overly pink US kid's TV shows she loves.

Knowing there was nothing else for it, I got out of my chair, stretching as I did so, and then making sure Molly left in front of me, I left my room, carefully closing the door behind me, before making the short journey past mum's room and the bathroom to where my siblings had their rooms.

Molly's door was open, but Noah's wasn't, which surprised me.

"Didn't you go in already?" I asked my sister.

"Nope!" she shook her head, hanging back. "Didn't want to see him being all yucky. Again."

Yes, that had been an evening to remember. I actually been working on my laptop when I'd heard Molly shout my name and nearly did myself an injury trying to get to her before my ear drums burst. Only to find her standing in Noah's doorway, pointing at our brother who couldn't have been blushing any redder if he'd been on fire.

He was naked for one thing, and what twelve year old wants to be seen naked by his little sister, or his big brother for that matter.

That wasn't the worst of it though. Not by a long way. Seems he'd been doing what twelve year old boys when they think they are in a private space, and had been so surprised by Molly's entrance that he had yet to remove his hand from between his legs.

"His willy's broken," was Molly's opinion on why Noah looked the way he did, but of course I knew better. Or thought I did anyway. All of which I then had to explained to my eight year old sister as I urged her back into bed, hoping that she wouldn't say anything to Mum about what she'd seen which thankfully she didn't.

That had been several weeks ago and I would have thought the entire experience would have made Noah a little more careful about how he went about his wanking, but apparently that wasn't the case, and as usual it was down to me to do something about it.

Brilliant.

"Noah!" I called out, unable to help myself, "Are you up?"

It was Molly who answered. Thankfully not getting the joke. "Course he is. He's making noise. Just go in."

I started to explain, again about the notion of privacy, but it was totally lost on her, as usual, as he just opened Noah's door and flicked on his light.

He was awake all right and doing a fairly great impression of a cat caught in the headlights of an on coming truck. Mind you he had good reason to, even though he wasn't naked.

"That's my leotard!" gasped Molly having realised that a few moments before I did. "And you're stretching it."

He was and not just because he was several inches taller than Molly either but because he had parts she didn't have and for which the white and red leotard really wasn't built for.

"Look Adam, he's stretching it. Do something."

Molly was pointing and so was Noah, only Noah wasn't using his hands which were behind his back. Instead it was the front of the leotard that was doing his pointing. Poking straight upwards in a peek that was around three inches long and not at all hidden by the clinging material. Neither was the round bulge beneath it.

"Tell him to take it off. Tell him. Adam."

There was a tugging at my sleeve where my sister was trying to get my attention which eventually she did, but not before I'd taken note of my brother's hairless legs, of which I could see from the tips of his toes right up to that bulge. The leotard covering none of them at all.

"You'd best take it off," I told him. Not once asking why he was wearing it the first place. That conversation could wait for another time as far as I was concerned. Or not at all.

"I can't," he squeaked.

Molly made a noise to signal what she thought about that, but it wasn't the only noise in the room which she just had to tell me about as it was the reason we were all there in the first place.

"That's what's been keeping me from sleeping."

I could hear it too. A sort of buzzing noise. Like a mobile phone on silent only I could see Noah's phone over beside his unmade bed and it wasn't moving although the screen was on. Noah was moving though. Starting to wiggle a little and bounce from foot to foot. But that wasn't all. The bulge in the leotard was also twitching.

Thankfully Molly didn't notice that, but she had noticed something else: "It's Noah. It's coming from Noah."

It was too. The sound was coming from my little brother. More precisely it was coming from behind him. Or rather his behind.

"Turn around," I told him. And slowly he did making our sister even more outraged.

"He's not wearing it right. It's not meant to be up his bum like that."

"Bottom," I corrected automatically.

"Bottom. Bum. Same thing," she pouted before getting back on point, "It's meant to go around his bottom. To cover it. Not leave it out like that."

She had a point of course. Possibly because it was too small on him, but maybe not, Noah had the back of the leotard all bunched up between his buttocks, leaving his rather rounded bottom completely bare, other than where his hands still covered them. The soft pale flesh, moving slightly, as the buzzing continued.

That's when I worked out what it was.

A vibrator.

My twelve year old brother had a vibrator up his arse. Sorry bottom. Now there's something I didn't see coming. And speaking of coming, clearly, it was time to get Molly out of there.

She didn't want to go. Not before she's seen justice done.

"He took my stuff," she complained going all crossed armed again. "That's wrong."

"Yes, yes it is," I nodded, knowing that wasn't all that was wrong with what was going on.

"He's got it mucky too," she pointed, "From his thing."

There was no denying that. My little brother was clearly enjoying what he was doing in a way that he probably hadn't been doing for long.

"He'll wash it before he gives it back," I suggested.

"No way. I don't want that back. Never. No way. Nu-ah! He'll have to get me a new one."

"He will," I promised, even though it would be me buying it which wasn't a shopping trip to be looked forward to, believe me. Eight year old girls just never make their mind up about what clothes they want. Yet, somehow they enjoy it. Explain that one if you can?

"Good," she seemed to calm down, but she wasn't done with her demands just yet, "You've got to punish him, Adam."

"I will," I lied, thinking Noah had probably suffered enough already, but knowing that it would help get Molly back into bed, which it did. Eventually. Before I could do that though I sent Noah to my room so there would be no danger of the buzzing coming from the vibrator giving Molly any more excuses to stay up.

"Night Moll-Moll!" carefully I closed the door on my sister's bedroom, where she was once more back in bed and looking like a little angel all curled up inside her princess duvet.

Now I just had to deal with my little brother who clearly wasn't an angel.

Noah was waiting in my room like I'd told him which was a bit of a surprise. More surprising than that though was that he hadn't attempted to change. He was still wearing Molly's leotard as he peered across the back of my chair at whatever was displayed on my laptop. Something he knew better to do, even if it was only the lobby screen of the game I'd been playing with Marc.

Noah soon jumped up though when the buzzing started.

"Can't you turn that off?" I asked.

"An app," he gasped, clutching his bottom, "On my phone."

I should have thought of that. A moment later and I'd fetched Noah's phone and was looking at the app in question which was indeed, designed to control all aspects of any number of sex toys, vibrators included of course, but also dildos and butt plugs. Any or all of which could be set to do whatever they do at set time, or any length of time, or completely random, which is what Noah had his on.

"Guess you like surprises," I joked, but he didn't laugh. So I decided to test it.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" He gasped rising up on to the tips of his bare toes as the buzzing got louder.

"Okay," I turned the vibrator off, "That I get. But what's with Molly's leotard?"

His answer wasn't the one I was expecting.

"I needed something to keep it up."

At first I misunderstood that, thinking the leotard gave him a stiffie, but that wasn't what he meant. The stiffie was caused by the vibrator, and it was the vibrator that needed to be kept up. Up his twelve year old arse. Bottom.

"I should have got a bigger one," he sighed, "Especially after Marc's deodorant."

"That was you?" I asked, getting a nod thinking back to the last time Marc had stayed over and had misplaced the short stubby can of what had to be the worst smelling chemicals known to man, but which somehow he thought would attract girls, rather than making them as sick as everyone else. I just assumed Mum had hidden it so we all didn't get poisoned but clearly that hadn't been the case.

"Wait! You put that up your bum?"

He nodded, blushing a little and with good reason as that can had been a good six inches around the outside, but it did have a round cap, which I guess had made it easier for Noah to get inside himself. Eventually.

"It took a few tries," he said, clearly proud of himself, "But I got it all in."

"And that didn't hurt?"

"A bit. But it felt good too, especially when I moved but it got uncomfortable after a while."

"Define a while?" I wondered.

"A couple of hours or so. Maybe longer."

Definitely longer but there were other things I needed to know first, such as where does a twelve year old get a vibrator with a mobile phone app control system.

"On line," was the obvious answer. "I got it sent to one of them Pick up Points so it wouldn't come to the house and paid with PayPal from things I sold on ebay."

That explained that. Now all I had to decide is what I was going to do.

Thankfully help was at hand.

"Punish him of course!"

Marc's voice came out of my lap top, making Noah stagger backwards in shock, where he soon collided with my bed, onto which he sat and then jumped up again as the shock of hearing my mate's voice had caused me to swipe on his phone in a way that turned the vibrator all the way up.

"Wow, look at him dance," laughed Marc's voice. "He's like a puppet pervert on elastic."

"You can see me!" gasped Noah, once I'd turned him off and he could talk.

"Sure can. Love the leotard by the way. Really suits you."

"Shut up!"

"Nice comeback. Noah," Marc laughed some more before calling for me to switch on two way video messaging in the online gaming lobby, so we could see each other. His big curly head popping up in a window at the bottom corner so he could repeat his earlier request.

"Good. That's better. Now, Adam, spank your little brother for me."

"Why?" we both asked him but he only answered me.

"Because that deodorant he stuffed up his bum cost a fortune and, no, I don't want it back. Not after where it's been. Thank you very much."

Before I could say anything Noah told him he couldn't have it back anyway.

"Why?" asked Marc before thinking better of it. "On second thoughts don't tell me but that's something else you should be punished for. Hey, Adam what's the name of that app on his phone?"

I told him then got to listen to him clicking about on his computer for a few seconds before he found it and was asking me for the ID on the version Noah had, which I then typed in to the chat box as it was too difficult to say out loud being full of lower and upper case letters, numbers and symbols.

Nothing much then happened for a few minutes, until suddenly Noah's bottom started buzzing.

"Hey! Turn it off. Adam," he protested, but the phone in my hand wasn't doing anything. Marc was doing it.

"Oh yeah. It's like having my own puppet boy," my friend laughed, as he made my brother start to jiggle. "Oh I wonder what this one does?"

Whatever it was that he'd found, and whatever it did it made my brother go all cross eyed and really stretched out the front of the leotard.

Eventually the buzzing stopped and the only sound I could hear was Noah's panting and Marc's laughing.

"You don't mind if I punish your brother do you Adam?"

"What?" protested Noah, until a light buzzing noise made him loose concentration and start jiggling again in a way that was really funny to watch even if it wasn't doing the leotard any favours.

"Sure Marc. Go for it. Want me to delete the app from his phone?"

"Yeah. Do that. Oh and Noah?"

My brother slowly became still again. His slightly sweaty face, turning towards the laptop, as Marc laid out what was going to happen.

"You are going to keep your toy right where it is for the rest of the weekend. And the leotard too so it stays there."

"But mum! Molly!"

"You can wear other clothes over it so they don't see. But no taking it off. Understand. Not until Monday morning at the earliest or you'll be wearing it to school, you get me?"

Noah knew a threat when he heard it, even though Marc would never have made him do that, if only for the fear of getting found out himself.

"Right. That's settled then. Now put you hands on your head and go and stand in the corner. Me and your bro have some zombies to kill."

Noah protested, briefly, a quick buzz reminding him to do as he was told.which certainly got him scampering over to the back of my room where he would remain in the view of my laptop's camera. His bare bottom on show, with the leotard pulled tightly between them, over the vibrator he'd pushed inside himself and which was now controlled by my best friend.

"Any noise out of you Noah, and you'll get zapped. You hear me?"

"Yes," came the reply, only this wasn't good enough for Marc who got busy with the app.

"That's Yes Sir," Marc told him once he'd jiggled for a bit. "Now be quiet or we'll be up all night. Unless that's what you want of course."

There was another quick buzz, and then Marc turned back to more important matters.

"Now Adam, What say you and I show those zombies who's boss?"

"Sure!" I smiled sitting down to the sound of buzzing from behind me.

The End