1. Nick and Marshall - A Tale of Two Brothers


    Date: 9/3/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: Random Roger, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    refrigerator and poured himself a glass of ice water. He stood there for a minute, sipping his water and fleshing out his plan for breaking his little brother’s spirit. After getting a taste of what he’d wanted for so long, he had to make absolutely sure that he kept it. While he was thinking, he realized he hadn’t checked on their Dad in a while. After he finished drinking his water, he put the glass in the dishwasher and headed for the living room. He paused in the hallway to check the wall clock for the time. It read right after 1 PM, which meant he’d missed his Dad’s lunchtime meds. He hurried into the living room. Joe was lying on the couch in his bathrobe and boxer shorts, snoring softly. It was pretty much the same thing he’d done all day, every day, since coming home from the Hospital. He’d managed to fall asleep, despite the blare of the TV and missing his pain meds. Marshall gently shook his Dad, rousing him enough to ask if he needed to go to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted to do right now was deal with a mess. Joe was usually okay going to the bathroom by himself, but accidents had happened in his sleep. Joe nodded to his son, so Marshall fetched his walker and helped his father sit up on the couch. While they were there, he figured they might as well get the meds out of the way. He opened his Dad’s pill box and took out two Oxycodone tablets and a blood pressure pill. He handed them to Joe. His Dad put the pills in his mouth and swallowed, not even ...
    bothering with water. He tried to stand up and grab his walker, but didn’t quite make it. Marshall helped him up on the second try and together they walked to the bathroom in the hallway. Joe’s speech was slurred, much like a stroke victim’s. He still managed to stutter out, “You’re a good boy, son.” You wouldn’t say that if you had any idea what I was doing to Nick was the thought that Marshall kept to himself when he replied, “Thanks, Dad.” He led Joe into the bathroom and helped him with the necessary business. Then he walked his Dad back to the living room. Joe sank onto the couch, then asked, “Where’s Nicky?” Given Nick’s past history, Marshall had a perfect response ready, “I have no idea. Partying at some friend’s house, I guess.” Joe looked a little crestfallen. He whispered, “Oh,” then stuttered out something like “Tell him I love him.” Marshall didn’t really understand the words, but he caught the meaning. “I’m tired,” Joe murmured brokenly. He could feel the heaviness of the painkillers kicking in. Marshall had to help him swivel his broken body around so he could lie down on the couch again. As soon as Marshall pulled his light blanket over him, he began to drift away into narcotic sleep. Marshall watched as his Dad faded into sleep. Physically, Joe looked very much the same as always. He was a handsome, athletic man in his prime. Between work and a light exercise regimen, Joe looked ten years younger than his actual age of 42. It was the brain damage that kept his body ...
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