"Don't freak out, Aaron," Jase said, spreading my butt cheeks apart with one hand. Something cold pressed against me there, and despite his warning, I jumped and pulled away.

"Settle down," he instructed, grabbing me by my hip and pulling me back.

"It's cold!" I complained, jumping again when his finger touched me there again.

"Sorry, I didn't even think about that. It'll warm up in just a second, just settle down."

"And it's dirty!" I whined, wagging my bottom away when the finger again tried to find its target.

"No it's not. That's why I asked if you went to the bathroom and why I washed you up down there when I gave you your bath."

"But that's where I--"

"Just trust me, Aaron. I told you this would be fun. I wouldn't lie, would I?"

I looked back at him, my face a frown of apprehension. I could barely see him, the room was barely illuminated by a single sliver of moonlight. He'd insisted on turning the lights off and shutting the blinds before we started. He'd even blocked the door with a chair, even though mom and dad weren't even home. He was acting funny, had been all night. He always acted funny when he wanted to get me naked, but tonight he was acting even weirder than usual.

He would lie, and I knew it. He lied when he told mom that I was the one who broke the lamp in the den. And when he said that he'd take me trick-or-treating, he said he was going to pee behind a bush but then he sneaked away and put on a scary mask and scared me when I got worried. And he said that the stuff that comes out of his willy tastes good, but I don't think it does. But sometimes he tells the truth too, and most of the time the things he says are fun really are. I couldn't tell which it was this time.

"Just hold still, okay Aaron? Just try it, if you don't like it, I'll stop."

I whined again in apprehension and buried my face in my crossed forearms. His finger touched me there again. I flinched again, but not as much. He pulled my cheek to the side some more, and began rubbing that place. I shivered, but I didn't move or fight. He was right, it did get warmer. And it did feel kind of good, kind of like some of those other things he did. The finger tried to push into me, and for a second I got scared, but it never got inside or started to hurt, and then the finger went away. The bed shifted and sank beneath me as he repositioned himself behind me. Maybe he was telling the truth after all, maybe he was just trying to show--

"OW!" I yelped. I tried to pull away again, but this time he'd anticipated my resistance. He pinned my body to the bed with his own.

"Shhh, it's okay, it'll feel better in a--"

"Take it out!" I nearly shouted. He panicked and covered my mouth with his hand.

"Shhh, it's okay Aaron, it's okay," he whispered. His arms wrapped around my skinny little torso. He grabbed my flailing wrists and pinned them to my chest. "Shh, just relax and don't fight it. It'll take longer to get used to if you fight it, and it only hurts until you're used to it."

I kept struggling for a few minutes, but there was no way I could throw him off. He was thirteen years old, I was only six. He was so much bigger and stronger than I was. I tried pushing him out of there the only other way I could think of. Instead, I farted, the thing slipped even further inside me. Jase laughed. He thought it was funny. Realizing that there was nothing I could do to stop him from doing what he wanted, I stopped squirming and just held still. And once I did, I realized that the thing inside there didn't hurt as bad anymore. It actually hadn't hurt very much for a while, but I'd kept fighting anyway.

"Are you okay, Aaron? Has it stopped hurting yet?"

"Take it out!" I repeated, albeit much quieter, when he took his hand away from my mouth. I was kinda scared, but I was also mad at him for lying about taking it out, and not telling me what he was going to do, and, and I was just mad. But instead of taking it out, he pushed it further in. I kind of whimpered again at that, but it didn't hurt. Not too bad, at least.

When his hips pressed against mine, I finally realized what he'd put in there.

"Take it out or I'll tell mom!" I threatened, and instantly he stopped short. For a second, at least.

"If you tell mom about this, I'll tell dad how the glass door really got broken," he responded, and I clamped my mouth shut. Dad thought that a bird had flown into it, if he ever found out I'd been throwing that bouncy ball, he'd hurt my butt a lot worse than Jase was.

They were supposed to bounce off anything, not go right through them!

"Just relax, Aaron, it's not so bad. You might like it--"

"I don't," I informed him harshly.

"We haven't really started yet," he informed me. And with that, his hips pulled back. And then pushed down again. I whimpered and pushed my head into the mattress as he did it again, and again, and again.

"See? Not so bad, is it?"

I didn't say anything as he kept doing his, his, his whatever the heck he was doing. It felt so weird, what he was doing, and I was still mad at him for tricking me. I wasn't sure I liked what it was he was doing, but I guess he was right, it wasn't that bad.

Jase must have sensed that I was done struggling. He let go of my wrists and pushed himself up, leaving just his hips joined to mine. He used his legs to spread mine a little further. I tried to lift my head up, to look over my shoulder to see what he was doing, but he pushed my face back down into the batman bedspread. In this new position, his thing slipped even further into me. I bit my lip and maybe whimpered a bit as he upped the tempo, but didn't complain.

His hips kept bumping against mine, causing my entire body to bounce, but it especially caused my front to rub against the pillows Jase had put under my hips before he'd begun this weird game. The rubbing made my little pecker stiff. I usually like it when something rubbed against my little boner, and at first I did, but after a while the fabric started to rub the sensitive skin there raw.

Jase was breathing heavy as he pumped. The more he pumped, the heavier it became, and the faster he went, but his breathing wasn't normal. It was deeper, heavier, not at all like it got when he was tired from running or normal exercise. It wasn't the first time I'd heard him breathe this way.

"Oh god," he panted. His arms buckled a bit and he rested his forehead on my back. "Oh god Aaron, this feels so good!"

He started going even faster. I closed my eyes and grit my teeth, but didn't complain. I knew he'd be finished soon. I suppose the plus side to what he was doing was that he couldn't squirt that slimy stuff in my mouth. One time he promised that he'd tell me when it was going to come out, but then after he told me he held my head and squirted in my mouth anyway. When I yelled at him, he laughed and said that he'd only promised he'd tell me when. He's always playing tricks like that.

I got back at him for that one. He went out with his friends, and when he came back I told him that I'd told mom and dad on him. I told him mom said he was grounded to his room until they decided what to do with him, and I told mom that he was sulking because he got kicked off the baseball team. He spent the entire weekend hiding in his room. He was SO mad when I told him the truth, but I couldn't stop laughing, even when he had me in that headlock. Like I'd ever actually tell them, I knew that if I did we couldn't do it anymore.

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" He grunted, thrusting harder than before. And then he just collapsed on top of me.

"Ungh! You're heavy!" I protested, trying to push him off me. He wrapped his arms around me again and refused to get off me.

"Shhh, just lay like this for a little while," he pleaded. When I didn't stop squirming right away, he rolled to the side a little bit and pulled me with him. At least that way I wasn't bearing as much of his weight. And I did like it when Jase cuddled with me. Too bad he only really liked to cuddle after he squirted. Most of the time after he squirted I was too busy wiping the stuff off my face or trying to get the taste out of my mouth. After a little while, his thing slipped out of me.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you what I was going to do, I thought that if you knew you wouldn't let me do it." He was right, I probably wouldn't have. I didn't say anything. Actually, I guess I kind of harrumphed and turned away from him. I still wasn't happy that he'd tricked me.

"It didn't hurt that bad, did it?" There was general concern in his voice, and maybe a bit of regret as well. I harrumphed and turned again. I was kind of mad, but more than being mad, I saw the chance to milk this little incident for attention. I liked getting my attention from Jase, even when he was just trying to put his thing in my mouth. I wasn't sure how I felt about him putting things in my butt yet.

"I'm sorry Aaron, really. I didn't mean to hurt you." He hugged me tighter, pulling me up so that he could curl his body around mine. Our legs intertwined. I really liked when he held me like that, and for quite a while that's all he did, just hold me. I closed my eyes and began drifting off to sleep. I was surprisingly content.

"I'm sorry."

His voice cracked. It had been doing that lately, but this time it didn't sound normal.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you. And I really shouldn't have tricked you into it."

I looked over my shoulder. I couldn't see his face in the darkness. I was concerned, almost frightened. He always apologized after his tricks and pranks, but this didn't sound like one of those. His voice was different. Not just the cracking. He sounded unsure, lacking the typical confidence I'd come to expect from my big brother.

"I'm so fucking stupid. I, I was just so horny, all I could think about was fucking you. I completely forgot how much it can hurt, how scary it can be the first time. And I just, I held you down and shoved it in. I'm a fucking perv! I'm worse than Him!"

He let go of me and rolled away. I frowned, I'd been enjoying our cuddle.

"I'm sorry, Aaron. I'm sorry, I gotta go."

My bed bounced beneath us as he got up and ran out of the room, the chair that had been blocking the door clattering to the floor and the door slamming against the wall. The light from the hallway flooded the dark room. I watched the pale orbs of his butt bounce as he ran naked down the hall until they disappeared into his room. There was something wrong, and I had no idea what.

"Jase?" I called. Why did he run away?

I sat up, frowning at the way the greasy stuff Jase put on my bottom felt when I moved. Not bad, just weird. I giggled. That's kinda how it felt when Jase was inside me, after it had stopped hurting. Not bad, just weird.

"Jase?" I called again. Why did he run away? He said he had to go, but he went into his room, not the bathroom. He sounded upset, or sad, or scared, or mad. Was he mad at me?

"Jase?" Did I do something to make him mad at me? I let him play his game even though I didn't want to, why was he mad at me? I got to my feet, the floor feeling cold beneath my bare feet.

"Jase? Why did you go away?" What did I do? Why was he mad at me? Why didn't I say something? I should have told him I wasn't mad at him, even though I had been a little. Was that why he was mad at me? Because I had been mad at him? But, he, he tricked me, and he, he did that thing! Why shouldn't I be mad?

"Jase, come back," I whimpered. It felt funny when I walked, but I ignored it. Was that why he was mad, because I got mad at him? Why did I get mad at him? I hadn't been all that mad. Just a little upset. I would have forgiven him if he just would have cuddled with me for a while. That's all I'd wanted. Why did he leave when I wanted him to hold me?


I ran down the hall after him, tears streaming down my cheeks. I tried to open his door, but he'd locked it.

"Jase! Jase, please!"

I started knocking on his door.

"Go away Aaron," came his response. His voice cracked.

"I'm sorry Jase! I'm not mad! It didn't hurt, I didn't mind it! You can do it again if you want! Please, Jase, don't be mad at me!"

I started pounding on the door.

"Please Jase. Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry. I'll suck you whenever you want! You can put it in my butt if you want! Please, Jase!"

"Aaron, please go away." His voice sounded so strange, I'd never heard him like that before.

"What did I do?" I was sobbing, nearing hysterics. "I'm sorry, whatever I did I'm sorry!"

"I said go away!" he screamed

I actually recoiled in shock. He'd never screamed at me like that before. Why was he mad at me? What did I do?

"Jase, please, please don't be mad at me. I'm sorry Jase, please don't hate me!"

He didn't answer me. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor. I started crying for real. Harder than when Jase scared me while we were trick-or-treating. Harder than when a bigger boy at pre-school broke my favorite toy. Harder than when I fell down the stairs and my mom brought me to the hospital.

I curled up into a ball in front of his door and just cried. I cried and cried and cried and cried. I thought my big brother hated me, and I didn't know why.

"Aaron?" The door opened, just a little bit. "Aaron, stop crying. It's okay, I didn't mean to--"

I shoved the door open and latched onto him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his stomach. He'd put on his underwear for some reason. Did he not want to play with me anymore?

"I'm sorry Aaron, it's my fault. It's all my fault. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I'll suck your thing if you want," I sobbed into his tummy, my words only slightly intelligible. His arms wrapped around me. He tried to pull me up, to be face to face, but my arms gripped him too tightly. "I'll drink your stuff if you want. You can put your thing in my butt if you want. Just don't be mad at me!"

"I wasn't mad at you, buddy, really. I'm such an asshole. I don't know what the fuck I was doing. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I made you do something you didn't want to do. I tricked you, and then I did something even worse. I shouldn't have hurt you, and I shouldn't have left you alone. I'm even worse than he is. I'm a fucking horrible big brother. You're the one who should hate me."

"You really don't hate me?" I was starting to calm down a little bit.

"No, buddy, I don't." My grip loosened, and he pulled me up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his chest and my legs around his hips. I buried my face in his shoulder and started crying again. It was a different kind of crying though, a kind of good crying. And Jase was holding me again and being nice to me again. If I was lucky maybe he'd even suck on my thing again. I mean, he was rubbing my butt again, and he always liked to do that when he was getting ready to play the naughty games with me, although I'm not sure he even realized when he was doing it now.

"Would you really let me fuck you again?" Jase asked when I'd calmed down a bit.

"You said a naughty word," I giggled. Jase padded my back; I think he was happy to have me giggle.

"I meant put my thing in your butt. You said I could do it again, but I thought I hurt you when I did that." I realized he wasn't just holding me up by my butt. His finger was there again. He wasn't trying to push it in like before or anything though. I don't know if he even realized his finger was there.

"It feels weird." I'm not sure if I was talking about earlier or now.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, Aaron. I don't want to hurt you again. I know how much it can hurt to get fucked in the butt."

"You do?" I pulled back in shock to look at his face. I couldn't picture Jase letting anyone do that to him. His face was strange, not at all like the goofy grin he usually had when he was pulling my leg. He actually seemed kind of sad, and maybe a little scared.

"I never told anyone about it. I was a little older than you when someone started playing with me like this. I was nine when he fucked me the first time. He didn't tell me what he was going to do. He tied me to a bed and greased my butt up then shoved his cock inside me. It hurt so much. I cried and screamed begged him to stop the entire time, and my butt hurt real bad for days afterward. And he recorded it too. He told me that if I ever told anyone, he'd show them the tape so they could see what a little crybaby faggot I was."

"You cried?" I was surprised, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen my big brother cry. I was always the one crying, he was the one who would hold me and kiss my booboos until I stopped.

"You bet I cried. It hurt so bad I cried harder than anyone you've ever seen. I cried harder than you ever have, and I was three years older than you are." His arms were starting to shake from holding me up for so long, so he carried me over to his bed and sat down.

"But it didn't hurt that bad," I giggled.

"It didn't?"

"It did at first, but then it didn't and just felt weird."

"Well the guy that fucked me was a grown up. He had a really big cock; it's a lot bigger than mine, so it probably hurt you a lot less."

I giggled again at hearing Jase say more dirty words. "Is it bigger than dad's?"

"I don't know. I've never seen dad's dick when it's hard, but I think so. It's bigger than any of my friend's, or any of the high schoolers I've seen in the locker room. And it really, really hurt. It hurt as bad as when I broke my arm. And he did it again two days later, when I was still sore and hurting. And he kept doing it, even though every time I made him promise he wouldn't do it again."

"Why did you keep letting him?"

Jase didn't say anything for a while, he just sat there, holding me tight and rubbing my little bottom. "I don't know, Aaron. I don't want to talk about it anymore. Maybe later, I'm getting tired, and I think you're getting tired too."

"Am noooot!" I yawned. Of course I was. It was hours past my bedtime.

"Shh, you can sleep in my room tonight."

That placated me a bit. Most of the time I had to trick him into letting me sleep with him by teasing him into playing the naked games when he was getting tired, and even then he'd sometimes make me go back to my room. But there was something I wasn't remembering, something important--

"You promised that you'd suck me!" That had been part of the deal, the thing that had gotten me to agree to his little game in the first place.

"I don't know, Aaron. It's getting awfully late. If you don't go to sleep soon, you won't wake up in time for cartoons--"

"You promised!"

"But look at the time; it's almost after ten! How about I suck you off tomorrow?"


"But we're both so tired! We might fall asleep while I'm doing it. Imagine what mom and dad would say if they poked their head in in the middle of the night and saw us like that!"

"I won't fall asleep!"

"I don't know, you said that when--"

"Jase!" I punched him in the stomach for being such a jerk. He `oofed' a bit and laughed and threw me on his bed.

"Well, okay. I suppose I could."