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This was originally posted to my Deviantart page, so I figured I'd update it and post it here to contribute to this site.
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Part 1
The house was silent. Cameron’s socked feet fell silent on the carpet as he passed by his younger brother’s room. As he passed by the open door, a though popped into his head, making him halt in his tracks. A devious thought about an opportune moment – a thought that had been nesting – ripening – for some time. Slowly, he backed up and arched his back, peeping into Zac’s room. For a moment, Cameron just stood there at the threshold, watching. He crossed his arms across his chest, then began nervously pinching his chin. He pondered.
Meanwhile, Zac sat oblivious at his desk on the opposite side of the door. He sat there, staring at his laptop, mindlessly flipping through videos with a blank look of boredom on his face. The look in his brown eyes was one of absence. He wore a pair of black track shorts that rode up his thighs, and a pair of grey calf-length socks. He also had on a thin, loose tanktop – a hand-me-down from Cameron. He tugged on the bottom of it to fan himself from the heat. With his back turned and a pair of earbuds blasting music, Zac remained blind and deaf to his older brother’s plotting.
That asshole doesn’t know how badly he screwed things up, he thought. That big mouth of his ruined everything. I told him to keep his trap shut, and he blabbed to her anyway. A devilish smile slowly crept across Cameron’s face as an idea finally formed. A plan for payback – revenge.
Like a ghost, he moved quietly, gliding across the carpet and into his room. There, he rifled through his top dresser, pulling of long white socks he’d folded into a bulb. He pulled the socks apart, cramming one into the pocket of his shorts and rolling the other into a ball. The grin never left his face. When he returned to Zac’s room, approaching softly, he was pleased to see Zac was still were he was before.
The house remained silent.
The carpet hid Cameron footsteps as he easily snuck his way across the room. He loomed over Zac, leaning in close enough to vaguely hear the music coming from the earbuds. The shadow he cast from the fanlight finally alerted Zac to a presence. However, not before he felt a slim hand reach around and touch his neck and collarbone, which made him jump in his seat. He looked up and ripped out one of his earbuds, shocked. “Dude, what fu—ahkph! Mphude, mht thmph fmphk!?”
“Serves you right, bitch!” Cameron said, mockingly.
The other earbud jerked out of Zac’s ear and slung over the desk. Cameron’s arm latched around his brother’s slender neck. He nestled his cheek against a mess of shaggy brown hair and flexed his muscle. Zac winced, grabbing Cameron’s elbow and bicep. He swiveled in his chair, struggling, until the wheels rolled out and caused the hair to tumble over. Now standing, he continued struggling, trying not to trip over the downed chair.
“Lmt mm gh, dhdm! Whht hrm nhh dhnng?” he mumbled. He words and confusion came across as gargled nonsense with the wadded sock being shoved in his mouth.
“Come on, now, ease up,’ Cameron demanded. “Quit moving so much.” Although Cameron had a more solid build compared to his brother’s slim frame, Zac was squirrelly and scrappy, which made him hard to keep control of. With him flailing around, Cameron unwrapped his arm from Zac’s neck so he could grab one of his arms and bend it behind his back, easing some of the struggle. To compensate, he pulled up on Zac’s jaw, forcing him to bite down on the sock.
The sock balled up in Zac’s mouth, causing his cheeks to puff out. His lips pressed around the white wad. The pressure from his jaw being forced up made his teeth ache, and his tongue began to get sore, having to keep it stiff to stop the sock from going down his throat. He coughed several times and moaned, but nothing seemed to persuade his attacker from letting go. Zac arched himself backward, a terrible position to be struggling in. And with his arm yanked behind his back, he lacked the strength to pull away Cameron’s hand so he could spit the socks out.
But he was determined to give him as much hell as possible.
Zac balled his free hand into a fist and began pounding Cameron on the hip. Although not hard blows, they were rapid in quick succession. Eventually, Cameron’s hip began to sting and get sore. “That’s enough!” he shouted, but Zac didn’t let up until he felt his other arm being shoved uncomfortably between his shoulder blades.
“I told you to stop. That hurts,” Cameron said.
“Whht thm hmll hrm nhh dhnng?” Zac tried asking. He coughed a little from the sock.
“You need to stop!” Cameron yelled, twisting Zac’s arm again. He dragged Zac backward, a harder task than it seemed. He nearly fell to the ground or lost his grip thanks to his brother’s wily attitude. But he managed to get him over to the bed. Positioning Zac just right, Cameron fell forward, pinning his younger brother underneath him on the mattress.
To be continued...