Hi everyone! This is going to be my first real attempt at writing a story on here. I've written a few one-offs but I definitely want this story to be ongoing. Any and all feedback you have would be great! I have some ideas mapped out for the story, but I'm not sure if I want this to be more along the lines of incest, more with school friends or to have tastes of both. Let me know your opinions and I'll see what I can do.
This first chapter is less sexual than what is planned for the next few so stay tuned!
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I've always been the smallest person in my class. Even in middle school, the 6th graders were taller than me while I was in 8th grade. This would continue well into my adult life when I topped out at a towering 5'4". I was also never very big in terms of weight and would often be described as scrawny. A twig. A string bean. Twink. Basically everything that can be used to describe a small, skinny guy, I was called it. However, as to not prove too stereotypically nerdy, I was never one for school. I was often an outcast and school was not what I did mostly with my time. Instead, I'd just go home and find something to do before my father came home.
My father is a big burly man, as is my younger brother. At 12, he's 4 years younger than I am but already 6 feet tall. He's easily the tallest kid in his grade. He's the jock that my father wished I was. He plays football, wrestles and lifts weights just about every day. Clearly the myth about weights stunting growth is just that: a myth. He weighs 160lbs of pure muscles as compared to my 90lbs of basically skin.
He has been making it quite obvious that he doesn't like me treating him like a little brother as he's quite a bit larger than me and he's even started to go against me. I guess there's not much that I can do about that, given how much larger he is than I am.
Speaking of my father, the reason why I often wait for him to come home is that, no matter what it is I'm doing when he gets home, it's never correct. I found that the best way to avoid getting screamed at too badly is to simply do nothing. If I'm lucky, he'll stumble in drunk and not care about my existence and spend the whole time messing around with my brother. My mom's too afraid to stand up to him and is usually working later than my father does.
I take after my mother much more than I do my father. My mom is a petite woman who would never hurt anything. How she ended up with my father is unknown to me. I mean, it probably has to do with a genetic component that I'll get to later. She's the only one in my family that I'm even close to being as tall as. At 5'6", I almost don't have to look up to her entirely.
I'm woken up for school the same way every morning: my brother grunting at the weight set in our room. He's sitting at the weight bench, sweating like a pig, stinking up the room like a real man. He recently got his first armpit hairs and it quickly grew into a forest. Other than that, his legs and his head, he was completely smooth. The sweat glistened off his built chest and rough 6-pack abs.
"Sorry, fag. Did I wake you?"
I was taken aback by how brazen he was.
"Dude, what the fuck?" I retorted, too tired to fully process what he had said "You heard me. It's not my fault you got a boner watching me work out."
I looked at him confused. "Whatever." I replied.
I was confused because I was completely soft and thought he was just trying to be funny. I went into our shared bathroom and unleashed a torrent of piss before jumping in the shower. As I start washing myself, My brother knocks on the door.
"Stop jerking off, bitch. I fucking smell and need to shower. Real men need to make sure they smell good for the ladies."
I cringed at that line. It was so macho and cheesy but figured there wasn't anything much he could do. I just start soaping up my hair and, less than two minutes after the first knock, he yells a similar dumb remark and yells at me for ignoring him.
"Shut the fuck up I'll be out when I'm done showering. Some of us actually care to use soap. Maybe if you did too, you wouldn't gag me with your stink."
"What did you say to me, fag?" he half yells.
Next thing I know, he bashes the door open and barges in. He rips open the shower curtain and pushes me against the shower wall. I start panicking and he starts to choke me.
"Don't you ever talk back to me again, you understand?"
He threw me to the ground, still covered in soap.
"You can finish when I'm done. Get out."
I grab a towel and leave the bathroom, trying my best to rub the soap out of my hair with the towel. I start toweling myself off and my father comes storming in.
"What the fuck is with all the noise?" He sounds extremely angry.
"I was taking a shower when Jake just barged in and threw me out!" I said, clearly annoyed.
He chuckles, "well, serves you right. Next time, don't be such a weak bitch. He's your YOUNGER brother. Beat the shit out of him next time. Now get downstairs and make breakfast."
That was one thing I actually looked forward to. I enjoyed cooking so I made breakfast every morning for the family. Usually my father disapproved but it was better than anything he could throw together. Just as breakfast is ready, Jake comes barreling down the stairs, his huge size 13 feet echoing throughout the house.
"Good. You made plenty. I'm starving. I need plenty of food for all these muscles!"
I rolled my eyes which earned a glare from my father.
"Benjamin" He looked at me "Don't forget that your mother and I are going away this weekend. I'd say you need to keep an eye out for your brother, but after what happened this morning, I think it might be the other way around."
They all laughed as my face turned a deep red, clearly embarrassed.
"Maybe you should give little Benji a bed time and let me make all the rules" Jake said, half joking, half serious, glaring at me the whole time.
My father, still laughing, "Yeah, we'll see. Anyway, we're going to be leaving tomorrow and staying four nights until Sunday. No parties, but you can each have a friend over. Any more than that and you're in for it when I get home, got it?"
"Yes, Sir." My brother and I say in unison.
This is going to be one miserable weekend.