Jake's POV
Jake and Smith don't see eye to eye, that much he knows. Smith already had a dour attitude before he got deployed overseas. Something in the desert sand made that attitude even worse. He's become stricter, often berating how much of a slob Jake is.
Eat properly, Smith would often say. What a fucking mess of a room, he berated just the other day. And for your information, it was just a measly sauce he spilled. And the only mess in his room was his hoodie that Jake forgot to put on the door hook. Smith thinks he could make their home into the boot camp he chose to be in. Why should he put that shit in this household? And worse of all Richard, their father, took Smith's side in this argument.
"You should listen to your older brother, Jake." Their father said one morning.
But somehow, and eventually Jake would know that it's "someone", would make Smith's attitude even worse. Although his older brother is abusive, he never descended to physicality. But on the day after Jake's birthday, that's when it started. The occasional bumps on the hallways, the 'accidental' steps on his foot, and the painful slap on his butt whenever Smith caught him fresh from the showers. And he'd laugh to himself after he'd done the act. It's baffling since this would be Jake's first time seeing his brother laugh after his overseas deployment. And somehow, that snickering laughter reminded him of someone.
Someone Jake will finally realize when Smith pinned him on the floor.
"What are you going to do, dweeb?"
Dweeb. There's only one person in the entire world who would tease with that term hooked from the early 2000s. It's fucking Jason, you're a typical bully who thought he was hot shit just because he could bully people weaker than him. But it's 2020 already and nobody buys that crap anymore. If anything, people think he's got a fetish for twinks and nerds, or something.
"Ja- Jason?" Jake didn't much when he said that asshole's name. But somehow, it managed to pull a reaction out of Smith.
"Cat's out of the bag, huh?" Smith smiled. It's weird seeing his brother laugh, and even more with that shit-eating smile on his stubbled face. "It's me. Jason. Why are you just staring, dweeb? Cat got your tongue?"
"St- stay away!" This can't be real. This must be a prank Smith cooked up just to torture him. But Jake knew deep down that pranks aren't in Smith's vocabulary. And Smith doesn't give a fuck with whatever happens to Jake in school.
"Stay away? Kinda hard to do that when I'm your new older brother," Jason grinned. He removed his shirt and flexed his muscles in front of Jake. "Your older brother's fucking packed, dweeb. You could've told me you had an older brother. I could've possessed him earlier, and tortured you more."
"Possessed?"
Smith's mouth opened. From it, this spectral mist came out and coalesced into a translucent face Jake would recognize from anywhere. It's Jason with his signature shit-eating grin. Jake tried to pull him out of Smith but his hands merely passed through, like scooping up air.
Jason laughed. "You thought that would work? And here I thought you dweebs are the smart ones." The mist returned to Smith's body. As it did, Smith's body shook up. His limbs and appendages stretched, and some contorted to nearly extreme angles. One of which is Smith's penis. It formed a rather large tent in his pants. Jake oggled at the sight and grew embarrassed to be seeing such a shameful display.
"So, are you excited to see you're brother's penis?" Jason teased. "I can't blame you. I suppose I cannot blame you. It is rather large after all. And you know... that's naughty, little dweeb. I got to punish you for that."
Jason sat on the carpeted floor when he began to remove his pants and underwear. Jake could see it. The toned sculpture his older brother chiseled during his time in the military. And now, it's wasted, to be used, to be defiled by his bully. Jake hated Smith, but he can't see him get wasted like this. And yet... there is this lust inside him. Buried thoughts. Buried desires. Jake wanted to see Smith in his barest form, underneath the clothes and the scorn. He could see that now but it feels all so wrong.
Jason grabbed his shaft, a gargantuan 6-inch flaccid penis that would soon grow to 12-inches. A shower and a grower, a rarity he is glad to acquire. Slowly, he moved the skin - up and down. Mewling in a way this brute of a man would never dare. Hnggghhh... he groaned loudly so his younger brother could see. But when he peeked, he saw Jake controlling himself. He had his eyes closed and covered with his palm.
"Hey, dweeb! Look!" Jason shouted. He's glad his new father and other younger brother are elsewhere. "I said fucking look! If you don't look, I will possess your body and walk naked in every fucking inch of the campus. I will call my friends to rail your petty asshole and leave your body so you could feel every second as they obliterate your ass. Of all people, I know that they have huge fucking dicks. Eh... not as long as this slab of meat, but theirs is fucking thicker."
Jake had to oblige. If Jason could do that to his older brother, he could damn well do it to his own body.
"See, I knew you could do it. Now see how I can squeeze your brother like a cow."
Jason's rhythm edged faster. Each movement of his hand produced a moan in his mouth. While this is happening, Jake can't help but grow hard at the sight. He wanted to jack off with him. But he can't. He would not. He can't let that asshole know that he's enjoying this as much as he does. He can't let him think he won. And so, Jake struggled with the shameful display of his brother and the untapped excitement inside of him.
"AHHHHH!!!" A stream of hot cum sprang into the air. Most landed on Smith's chest, and some were unfortunate to strike Jake's face. With every release, Jake could see how Smith's muscles contracted. The inch between his older brother's pectorals narrowed and widened. His biceps relaxed and contracted. And from streams of cum, it decreased to spurts. Even then, they were huge lobules that continues to fill the pool of cum in Smith's abdomen. "Ah... ah... ah... that was the best fap I've ever had my entire life."
Jason left without further words to Jake's relief. He cleaned after himself in the bathroom while Jake returned to his bedroom so he could do his own release. He could remember everything as if it was still happening in front of him. He could imagine the deep and loud sounds his older brother made. He could remember the smell of his sweat, the small hints of his musky breath. And the enjoyment that he first saw on Smith's face. It's so surreal. It's - ah! Underneath the covers, Jake cummed on his hand. But he is too mentally beaten after everything that transpired. Tried as he might, he could not prevent the tears from falling as he descended to the bliss of sleep.
What did Jason do next?
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