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Seth was a fairly normal child. He was a demigod, unascended, although born from two gods, Nut and Geb. He had narrow, red eyes and long, red hair. He had pale skin, which was a trait only his sister had. He was the youngest, 10 years old. His being the youngest seemed to cause his parents to almost always ignore him. His parents were never around him; they seemed to only notice he existed when it was to scold him or ask for something from him. His sisters and eldest brother, Osiris and Isis especially, seemed to be their golden children. But it wasn't ever about Seth; they were never able to sneak out of the palace and play-fight with the humans; they'd get yelled at for that. But Seth could because he was invisible, but if he did get caught, he was yelled at and sometimes even hit for it. He never understood the double standard, but he felt it as if it were normal. He felt as if he related to the humans more than the gods; he felt as if he could live among them.

But, even without the love of his parents, he had the love of his older brother. His older brother did things to him that nobody else did, and he did the one thing he loved most. Giving him attention. He praised him, talked to him, laughed with him, let him show him things, etc. He even did what humans would do! Osiris played special games with him and gave Seth special attention. It felt odd, extremely so, but Seth never minded. Osiris loved him, and that's all he needed and wanted. Even if it meant Osiris keeping Seth within his room when doing work, under the table beneath him, Whatever it took, he wanted the love.

One day, Osiris was doing his schoolwork in his room again. Their parents often gave Osiris a lot of work because he was older and was more likely to do more than the rest of them. Osiris always seemed so stressed about it; Seth never understood why. In his mind, a lot more work would mean more power, right? It gave him something to do, and it meant that he was smarter and more deserving of good things, right? Seth was sitting on his brother's bed, kicking his feet. It was hot that day, as usual in Egypt, so he was wearing his golden wesekh and a shendyt. He wasn't wearing a shirt like he usually would've, but he didn't mind as he was sweating excessively. Osiris wasn't speaking to him like he usually would; actually, he was avoiding eye contact at all costs, oh, so focused on the work on his table.

Seth didn't say anything; it was getting late, and he felt tired. Usually, his parents would tuck his siblings into bed at that time, but not tonight. So, Seth didn't feel like waiting and left the room to go back outside. He had his own room, sure, but he liked sleeping in the sand. The sand felt safe to him, even comfortable. The sand couldn't talk or judge him, but it was still there, so he often slept there instead of in bed. He lay on the ground, the sand slipping through his fingers as he dug them into the ground, holding on as if it'd suddenly disappeared. Seth felt anxious; he didn't know why. He slowly fell asleep, although he was incredibly restless.

In his dream, Seth was sitting somewhere. He didn't know where; everything seemed so dark and hazy. He seemed like a grownup, and this dream was one of those dreams where he could move around. He stood up and started to walk down the hallway that was in front of him. He felt as if he had to find something, anything. He kept walking in the darkness, his mind feeling extremely dizzy, yet he did not fall. Suddenly, he could not move his body anymore, and his body felt cold. Even though the dream was so hazy, it felt so real. He could hardly tell if he was dreaming anymore, until he felt unknown hands around his body, taking him in.

Seth woke up in a cold sweat, extremely panicked as he looked around. It seemed to be in the afternoon now, seeing how high the sun was in the sky. He got up, wiping the sand from his body. It seems as if he had a nightmare, yet his body wouldn't calm down. He wandered back into the palace, going back into Osiris' room. Osiris' head perked up, looking at Seth. He still avoided eye contact; his older brother's eyes were fixated on his lower body. "Where have you been?" Osiris asked, his eyes narrowing in mild frustration. Seth swallowed, growing even more nervous as he spoke. "I was outside, asleep." This answer did not seem to please Osiris, but he didn't want to push the topic. So all he did was scoff, looking back down. Seth decided to strike up a up a conversation: "I had a nightmare." Osiris did not look back up but did reply, "Is that so? Why are you telling me?" Seth wasn't entirely sure why he seemed so annoyed; the Osiris he knew was often quite kind. "Is it okay if you sleep with me tonight? I don't want another nightmare." Seth asked, mumbling slightly. He felt extremely embarrassed by such an ask. He wasn't a little kid anymore! Nightmares shouldn't scare him, especially one that wasn't even all that bad! But the nightmare he had was bothering him, even if it was just a scary, dark hallway and some scary, mysterious hands. Osiris groaned, seemingly annoyed, as he looked up again. "Look, as much as I want to, I can't. I have a lot to do.. big kid stuff." Seth didn't like when Osiris used kid language like that. It always seemed fake. "Maybe you could ask dad? He used to do that for me when I was your age." Seth felt shocked. Why would his older brother ever have bad dreams? Seth sighed. He didn't like talking to his dad. But he didn't want to bother his brother. It wasn't like his father would've said yes anyway. "Okay, I guess I will." Seth said, clearly upset. Osiris didn't seem to notice, though, not replying as he went back to his studies.

The young boy went to his parents room; his mother was not in the room, but his father was. He walked inside, his already-present fear growing. He was not sure why he was afraid still, but it had bothered him all afternoon. "Dad?" Seth muttered, which got Geb's attention. Geb turned around to look at Seth, his face unreadable. "Yes, Seth?" He said his voice was also unreadable. "I had a nightmare last night, and I was wondering if you could sleep with me tonight. Just to make sure the nightmares don't come up again." Seth asked, and the panic in his voice was incredibly obvious. Yet Geb did not react that much. He froze for a bit before his face broke into a grin. "I wouldn't mind; how about tonight I come into your room? Your mother won't be there; it'll just be me and you." Seth nodded, not replying verbally, as Geb chuckled. "Alright, see you then, Seth." Seth didn't want to talk anymore and left the room. He hadn't had such a long conversation with his dad in years, and oddly, he felt extremely happy about it and also very anxious.

Night fell again after a long, boring day. Seth went to his normal room this time, feeling uncomfortable not being outside like he usually would. He took off his golden jewelry, making him feel incredibly vulnerable. He liked the jewelry; it made him feel more like an adult. He felt like an adult sometimes, even though he was only ten. Geb came in, wearing similar clothes to Seth, which was basically almost none. He smiled, sitting on the bed with the small boy. "Your beds are a bit smaller than I remembered; you might be a bit smushed. Are you still okay with this?" Seth nodded eagerly. "That's okay! Please, stay. I can just go on top of you so it isn't as cramped." His father's grin seemed to widen, and he nodded, lying on the bed. Seth got on top of him, laying down as well. Seth could feel the heartbeat of his father, which was oddly quick for someone about to go to sleep. Seth could feel his large hands carressing his head before going a bit lower to his back, drawing lines with his fingertips. It gave the small boy a funny feeling, yet it was comforting. He couldn't help but be reminded of the special games his brother played with him; they felt similar. Did this mean his father loved him? The realization made his heart race as he closed his eyes, trying to pretend to sleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, but it wouldn't last if he wasn't asleep. Geb didn't seem to notice he was pretending at all.

His father's hands reached Seth's bottom, causing his eyes to open again. "Dad?" He mumbled, seemingly confused. Geb's hands did not move, but he didn't do anything other than rest his hand on the boy's hip. "Don't worry, son. I'm just calming you down so the nightmares won't come back. Just let me make you all happy, okay?" Seth nodded, closing his eyes again. So it did seem that his father was doing the special games again; he couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't done them before. Did Osiris do it to make him calm and happy as well? Or is that just his father? Geb continued, squeezing gently before taking the young boy's loincloth off. Seth didn't react; he didn't want to react. He wasn't sure his father would care if he was asleep or not, or maybe he wanted to be asleep so it would end faster. He knew what would happen; Osiris did it many times, and it would hurt. Before Seth even knew it, they were both naked. His father was straddling the young boy's hips on his lap. Seth could feel something against his bottom; he assumed it was his father's privates, or what Osiris called it, his "special toy." He didn't like it; he didn't find it all that special anyway, if boys all had it, usually.

Usually his big brother was kind enough to prepare his body before he did anything, but his father seemed more impatient. There wasn't much done to prepare Seth as Geb thrust himself inside the small boy. He wasn't even half way inside before Seth cried out in pain, holding onto his father for support as he sobbed. "D-Dad- S…Stop-" He mumbled, and all his father did was chuckle lightly as he caressed the shaking boy's head. "It'll feel good soon; you'll be happy before you know it." Geb moved his hands from the boy's red hair and back down to his small hips. He thrust Seth deeper onto his member, causing soft sobs to come from the boy's lips. Seth wasn't able to pretend he was asleep anymore; the pain was becoming far too much for him.

Geb laid down more, giving the redhead a bit more control of the situation. "Seth, think of it like... when I taught you how to ride horses. You're just riding me instead." Seth nodded, getting a bit more comfortable now that the pain had subsided more and his body had gotten used to the sensation. "Though, this horse probably won't be moving like it usually would. You have to move on your own, up and down. Has Osiris not done this with you before?" Seth shook his head. "N-No, he usually just lays me on his back or puts me under his desk." He started to do as he was told, thrusting his body in a slow up-and-down rhythm. His body felt as if it were being torn apart; it was incredibly uncomfortable. He wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to get fully used to the feeling. He panted, finally being able to get his father's cock fully inside him. He could feel it throbbing inside him, and while it was uncomfortable, he wasn't entirely upset by the feeling either. As he thrust, he noticed it kept rubbing against a certain part inside of him. He knew this feeling; Osiris called it his special spot. That spot made him happy, and that's what his dad wants of him currently. The feeling remained, getting stronger as he continued to do as he was told. His father was a bit louder than Osiris usually was, moaning softly. Seth was always quiet, other than the occasional gasp or sob. "Good boy, I'm proud of you. You're doing... so well, my beautiful Seth." His father mumbled, although it completely meant the world to the boy. Proud. His father was proud of him. That meant he should continue what he was doing; he was good. He was good.

Seth went faster, the sensation growing and traveling immediately to his privates. He felt that sensation of needing to use the bathroom, although he knew from his big brother that it just meant that he felt good, and it was tricking him to think it meant he had to take care of his business. So he continued, ignoring the strong sensation. His father started to thrust as well, although much harder and quicker than what the boy was doing as he rode him. Seth cried out in pleasure mixed with pain as Geb took more control again, his nails digging into his pale hips.

"Come on, boy. Let go; let Daddy please you." He said this, making direct eye contact with the child on top of him. Seth felt incredibly overstimulated, struggling to reply to his dad. So he did as he was told, aiming straight for the praise his father kept giving him again and again. He let his body go limp, and his privates started leaking their seeds. That hadn't happened to him personally before; he noticed that Osiris' did that. His older brother always said he was just too young for it to happen to him yet. His father finished shortly after, filling his insides up with his warm cum.

Seth felt too exhausted as he slipped off of him, collapsing onto his father's chest. His dad said something, rubbing his back, though Seth was falling asleep as he said it. His eyes fluttered close, going to sleep even through the soreness and warmth from his lower body. His father fell asleep shortly after, holding his son tightly against himself.

In the morning, Seth woke up extremely sore in his own bed. He had clothes on, and his bedsheets were not the same as they were last night. His father was gone, and he indeed did not have any nightmares. Despite the incredible pain, he felt calm and at ease that the nightmares hadn't plagued his sleep again. But he was worried that they would come back if he was alone again. He missed the sand, but what if it gave him bad dreams again? He didn't want to risk it; the nightmare he had still scared him, even just to think about it. He shook the thoughts away, getting up from bed to wander back to the window.

The day went just as it usually would. He snuck out of his house to go back to the human villages, played with the human boys like he usually did, stole money, spent said stolen money on toys and snacks, etc. When he got home, it was also normal. His mother scolded him for around the billionth time for sneaking out and how he could've gotten hurt, though his father didn't say anything at all and avoided eye contact entirely. Which wasn't abnormal of him, but it still made the boy sad that his father was ignoring him even after how proud he made him last night. His mother hadn't even noticed the bruises all over his body, and if she had, she probably would've just put it on him sneaking out. His interactions with his sisters were normal. Isis was always scolding him and yelling at him, just like their mother, Nut. This time it was on the bruises; Isis blamed it on him supposedly being in a fight (in fact, he wasn't!). This time, but Seth didn't have the guts to tell her the truth. Her other sister, Nephthys, is usually pretty nice, but she's always super shy. She doesn't really stand up for Seth a lot, even if she would want to. The weird thing was that Osiris seemed to completely avoid him that day; they weren't even able to talk during dinner! He didn't even stay at dinner; his older brother just took his food and left for his room. Everything seemed so weird; it was making Seth upset and confused. He knew his family loved him, but that day really made him question it all because of how alone he felt. Did Isis really scold him out of care, or was it just because she hated him and needed someone to put her anger at? Did Nephthys really want to stand up for him, or did she really just never care? Did his mother actually love him and hope he was okay when he snuck out, or was it just because she only noticed him when she was angry? And he didn't even want to get started on Geb and Osiris; he felt as if he'd cry. And he's a big boy now, and he's a demigod. Big boy demigods don't cry, so he shouldn't either.

Seth waited in his room that night, anxiously waiting for his father to come in. He had forgotten to ask him that night, so he hoped that his father assumed he'd need his help again. That night, before it was bedtime, Osiris came into the room, seemingly anxious. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Hey, Seth." He greeted, though his tone was more gentle than his facial expression. "Hi, do you need something?" Seth asked, smiling uncomfortably. Osiris nodded slightly. "Sorry, I wasn't able to be with you last night. You can stay in my room tonight; dad wants you there as well. It'd really make us both happy if you were able to." Seth felt shocked, but stood up to follow his brother to his room. He was incredibly excited for what might happen. Osiris and his father at the same time? He sure won't have nightmares, then!

Seth came in and saw Geb sitting on the bed, already fully naked. This didn't shock Seth too much; he knew his dad usually slept naked anyway. He's seen his dad naked before, which is normal! They're both boys, and they're family; it's incredibly normal for a man's son to see him naked before. Geb noticed both their presences and smiled gently. "Welcome, boys." Seth didn't know how to reply, though Osiris lightly waved and smiled back. Seth felt oddly anxious. Was his dad going to try to make him happy again so he fell asleep? It worked quite well last night; he fell asleep almost immediately and felt good, but how would that work between the three of them?

His older brother closed the door, locking it as well with a small click. He began to undress, which signaled Seth to do the same. He wasn't sure what would happen, but he had determined confidently that it would be another night of the special games. "Seth, could you go on your hands and knees? Just in front of me, we're going to try something different this time." Osiris said it firmly, seemingly just as nervous as he was, even if he tried to hide it. Seth did as he was told, though, and went in front of his older brother, getting down on his hands and knees. "This might hurt a bit. Just stay there; we are all still like that. And if you want me to stop, just hit me or something." Seth was confused for a second, though he quickly realized what he meant. Osiris thrust his dick inside the small boy's mouth, deep throating him. The boy gagged, attempting to pull away. His older brother's large hands dug into his hair, pulling it slightly as he used the boy's mouth as a fucktoy. Seth began to cry, trembling, as he found himself unable to pull away. He didn't like the roughness of this new game and balled his hands into fists. He hit his older brother's feet like he was told to if he wanted it to stop, but it didn't stop. He sobbed, trying to make a sound to tell him to stop it. But nothing happened. It felt like his nightmare—hopeless and unable to stop what was happening to him. He felt terrified.

Seth grew so focused on getting his brother to stop that he hadn't even noticed his father behind him. He yelped, although muffled, as Geb thrust inside his ass again. His tears ran like a stream down his soft cheeks, the pain in his behind and his mouth growing unbearable. His father kept thrusting against that special spot, causing pleasure to shoot into his privates. It felt hard again, but he didn't want it to. It was extremely painful, even if happiness was trying to soothe it. He wanted it to end, yet nothing happened. Seth could hardly breathe, his nose stuffed with snot from how much he was crying. Was he really going to choke on his brother's special part?

"Such a good little slut for me; just stay still like that." His father praised him, going even rougher and harder. What happened to the gentleness that he had last night? Why did it hurt now? Osiris was almost always gentle with him; his body felt like it'd get split into two parts, and even if it did, would his brother and father just take one each to share? He could feel the sticky white stuff dripping from his own penis, dripping onto the stone floor of his brother's room. "Seth, you feel good, don't you?" Osiris teased, going even faster into his mouth. Seth desperately just wanted to tell his brother that he wasn't and that his body was doing that without him wanting to. "I'm about to feel good too; your throat might feel a bit warm." Osiris said before thrusting one last time fully into his mouth. He could feel something filling up his mouth; it felt warm. He had no choice but to swallow it. Osiris pulled out, and Seth gasped for air as he did.

But his father wasn't stopping. His father's hand found his red, long hair and tugged on it to keep him in place. Seth cried out in pain, his sobs mixing with moans and screams. Osiris was still there, rubbing his small, yet erect, dick. He kissed him, his tongue inside the small boy's mouth. Seth hadn't been kissed before, and he felt it was incredibly disgusting. He gagged, yet his brother didn't stop. "Seth, you're doing so well, taking it all inside you like a good boy. You love your daddy's cock, don't you?" Geb cooed, going even faster. The sounds of skin slapping together, moans, and sobbing filled the otherwise silent room. Eventually, his father finished inside him. Seth hadn't even noticed how gaped his hole was, cum oozing out of it as he fell to the ground. He was bruised and all used up, panting for air. He felt exhausted, yet he couldn't sleep. Osiris petted his head, and his father had a wet cloth that he was using to clean the cum and blood off of his body. He was still crying; he didn't know that a demigod could cry so much. Did that make him weak? Was he really just a little boy now? The two men kept praising him, yet Seth couldn't seem to care. He didn't want attention anymore, never again. He didn't know if he could ever handle love again—no more special games.

"You're both my favorite sons that a man could have; you both did fantastic. I'm proud of you," his father said to the both of them. But there wasn't a reply. Seth didn't want his dad to be proud of him again. He didn't want to be his dad's favorite son or his brother's favorite little brother.