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Tim had always had a strange attraction to Curly. He was an asshole of a little brother, cunning and sassy. Tim was never the overprotective type, he wasn’t even protective at all. He always let Curly go off and do his own thing, as if he gave a shit what the little brat was doing on a Tuesday afternoon. When Curly would get into fights though, that’s when Tim cared. He couldn’t stand his brother being stupid enough to tussle with men twice his size, coming home bloody and bruised. It turned him on more than anything, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care.

When Curly would come home all beat up and messy, Tim would gawk at him for a moment, before being the second person that day to beat the shit out of him. He’d hit curly over and over, angry at his little brother for being so careless.

Sometimes Curly would sniffle and tear up from the pain, and that’s what Tim loved to see. His little brother whipped so hard he’d cry, it would make his pants tighten and he’d have to leave the room before he creamed his pants at just the sight. Curly would go to his own room and cry on his own, and Tim would listen and touch himself at the thought of Curly being so upset it brought him to tears.

One day, just like all the other days, Curly came back to the Shepard household bleeding from his head and with a few cracked ribs. He’d pray Tim wasn’t there, he didn’t want to get beat senseless again. But alas, Tim was home, in the living room watching TV.

“Curly!” He yelled, seeing the boy so battered up, once again. “Again? Really?” Tim asked. It was rhetorical, there was nothing Curly could say to justify why he came home like that.

“I’m sorry!” Curly said, hoping maybe Tim wouldn’t kick his ass again like he always did. “This kid was mouthing off, and-”

“Come here.” Tim told him. Curly was scared, he knew he’d be beaten again for the second time this day. It’s not like he didn’t win the fight, he did, just the other kid also got him good.

Curly approached the couch, limping, with his tail between his legs. He was terrified, what would Tim do this time?

His older brother just stared at him, looking at his injuries from his head to his feet. He was already half hard, just looking at his baby brother so hurt. It looked like he was really sore, the way he was holding his stomach and slightly bent over, brows furrowed and occasionally groaning at the pain.

Curly did the same thing to Tim, looking him up and down. What was that bulge in his jeans? Was he.. Was he hard? What the fuck? Was he already from before he got there? He looked behind him to see what he was watching on the TV, but it was just the news. Did he really get aroused looking at his own little brother so beaten up?

“Tim…” Curly said. It was almost like a beg, Tim was so fucked up for this. He couldn’t believe his older brother was getting hard from him looking bloody and a mess. His older brother, for fucks sake! This would be fucked up if it was with anyone else too, but the fact that they were from the same family made it a million times worse.

“C’mon,” Tim told Curly. “Either we go to my bedroom, or you’re getting kicked out.”

Curly’s eyes widened. Was he serious? Should he just let himself get kicked out. He couldn’t do this, this was his brother! Doing it with another guy was just wrong, let alone it being his own brother.

Curly didn’t get the option to reply, since Tim got up from his spot on the couch and grabbed Curly by the arm.

“Wait— Tim, please—” He begged. It didn’t matter now, because he was already in the older boy’s bedroom, with the door locked. He was shoved onto the bed, and Tim was standing over him.

“I’m gonna teach ya a lesson Curly, you better pay attention.” Tim told Curly. This was so fucked up. Curly was scared out of his mind, he might cry.

“Please Tim— No, no no no no!” He cried as Tim pulled down Curly’s jeans and boxers roughly. Curly wasn’t hard whatsoever, he was terrified. He didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t overpower his big brother! He was about 5 inches taller than Curly, easily.

“I hope you’re ready, this is gonna hurt,” Tim said. What was he about to do? God, he hated this so much. Since when did Tim punish him like this? He had never done it with a boy— Why was Tim spitting on his fingers? This was so weird. He wanted to get away, but Tim would beat him senseless and probably do this anyways. Whatever ‘this’ was.

Curly’s thoughts were quickly interrupted when he felt a sharp pain in his ass. Did Tim just shove his fingers in him? It felt terrible, is this what it felt like for girls? Tim was roughly sliding his fingers in and out of Curly, it hurt so bad. He started wiggling his hips and trying to get away, but Tim’s free hand held his hips down. Was he always this strong? This went on for about two minutes, where it started to hurt less. As a matter of fact, it started to feel… good?

He was whimpering softly as Tim continued to treat him roughly. Tim angled his fingers all weird, and then it started to feel really good. Curly couldn’t help but cry out, when he quickly shoved his hand over his mouth. Tim kept his fingers bent like that, where he pulled himself up the bed, still fingering Curly, and pulling Curly’s hand off of his mouth.

“I know you like it,” Tim snarled. “Look at ya, you’re already hard.”

Curly peeked down at himself, and Tim was right. He was hard. Was he a faggot? Why did this feel good, if it was hurting just a minute ago?

“Tim, ah, please— ngh— please st— hah-” Curly was trying to plead with Tim, but he couldn’t even get the words out. Tim stopped moving his fingers, and for a second, he thought the begging actually worked. Tim pulled his fingers out, and Curly sat up to leave, thinking it was over.

“Lay back down, we’re not done yet.” Tim scolded. What else was there to do? Oh no. Oh god, Tim was gonna fuck him. This was terrible, he forgot about this part. He was already sweating and still panting while Tim unbuckled his own belt, freeing himself from his pants and boxers.

“Lie still. This part’s gonna really hurt.”

Curly was shocked, was Tim really going to fuck him? Did he not give a shit they were both boys, AND brothers? This was terrible, this was terrible, he was about to be raped by his own brother—

Before Curly could think about it any more, Tim was already inserting himself into Curly. Both of them still had their shirts on, and Curly was gripping his already aching ribs with his thumbs, the fabric at least providing a little bit of a barrier. Tim was right, this did hurt. He was dizzy and shaking, feeling so full. He was crying already, he was so embarrassed. He sat up a little, to the best of his ability, to look at what was happening down there.

Tim wasn’t even halfway in him! How the hell was the whole thing going to fit? No way it was all going in, he had no room for that—

Shit. It was all the way in. Curly couldn’t breathe, taking short little gasps as Tim hovered over him, grinning. That bastard. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Tim took no time for Curly to adjust, thrusting into him hard and fast. It hurt so so bad, and Curly still couldn’t breathe, only in short increments while he was sobbing. He slapped at Tim’s hands on his torso, as if begging for him to stop. As if he was listening. Curly couldn’t even talk, he only made noises of pain and agony. He hated his brother. So much. More than anything in the world.

After a minute or so, like the fingers, it started to feel good. His groans turned into moans, which once again, he tried to cover his mouth. Tim yanked Curly’s hands away from his mouth, and pinned them down on either side of his head. He was saying some bullshit Curly could barely make out, he was so dizzy.

“Little slut. You know you like this.”

“You deserve it. Been beggin’ for it every day, and ya didn’t even know it.”
“That’s what you get for bein’ such a little brat.”

Curly forgot what was even happening after a couple minutes, he only knew what was happening right then in the moment. He was so full, and it felt good, and he was desperate to cum. He gave up on resisting, and gave into Tim.

“Feels so good— mmph..” Curly whimpered. He didn’t care that he was being raped or that it was a punishment anymore, it felt so good he just didn’t give a fuck.

“Harder.. Harder— Pleaseee..” He moaned out. Tim happily obliged, fucking into him at a faster pace then before, which made Curly cry out in pleasure.

After a certain point, he didn’t care to try to talk anymore. It didn’t matter. He felt good, that’s all that mattered.

“You love your big brother, hmm? You like it?”

Curly nodded his head quickly, high pitched moaning with every thrust. “Love you— Love you sooo much—” Curly panted. It was almost like he was drugged, he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted to cum.

“M’gonna cum— Ah! Please, hahh, faster, need it— need you—”

Of course, Tim went faster. Curly’s eyes rolled back into his head, still moaning every time Tim pushed himself out and slammed back in. He got progressively louder and louder as he got closer to his climax.

Right as he was about to cum, Tim stopped.

“What the hell?” Curly slurred. He was staring at Tim with his big, blue eyes, looking desperate and needy.

“Beg.” Tim told him. “Beg for me to cum, for me to cum in you.”

Curly immediately did so. “Please Timmy, please please— Need it so bad… I’ll never fight again, I promise! I-I love you so much, I’ll be so good— Please…” Curly begged, which would’ve been unfathomable to himself 15 minutes ago. Tim laughed.

“You got it, baby.”

Tim picked up right where he left off, Curly still right on the edge. A couple more slams and Curly came harder than he ever had in his life. No girl had ever made him feel as good as he felt right then.
The orgasm kept coming in wave after wave, as Tim fucked him through the whole thing. His shirt was gross and sticky from his cum all over it. Even after Curly had came, Tim kept going. It was very overstimulating.

“Tim, please stop! M’done, stop!” He begged. Tim just grinned again.

“I’m not done yet, though.” He told Curly, which was not the words he wanted to hear. “Be a good boy and take it.” Tim said. He kept going, and it hurt Curly. He was twitching and shaking from the overstimulation, and he was soft again. He was no longer moaning and just whimpering.

“Almost done, babes. Taking it so good.” Tim said. Curly just moaned at the praise, his stomach feeling hot again. Was he really about to come again? How was this even possible?

Curly was back to moaning, but he couldn’t even get hard. Tim slammed into him one, two, three times before cumming inside of Curly. He groaned, and Curly let out a long, strung out moan, cumming again. He didn’t even know that could happen. He pulled out, and left Curly panting and soaked from sweat.

Tim put his boxers on and pulled his pants back on. He unlocked his door and stood at the doorway, about to exit, as if nothing happened. He looked behind him back at Curly.

“Don’t get in fights anymore, ya hear me? Or I promise you, this will happen again.” He winked at Curly and shut the door behind him, leaving Curly dazed and confused, and most of all sticky. Maybe tomorrow he’d find someone to pick a fight with.