Chapter 1: Raped By His Oldest Brother

Martins sobbing eventually came to an end. He lifted his head up and looked at Lewis. ‘I’ve never told that to anyone else ever.’ he said. Lewis kissed his forehead. ‘Well now you have shared it with me you will find it easier to cope with.’ he told him.

‘Go to the bathroom and swill your face, then when you come back, I can sort it all out for you.’ Martin gave him a watery smile. ‘It feels such a relief.’ he said. He stood up and walked off to the bathroom.

When he returned, he walked over and lay down, completely at ease at being naked and not bothered that Lewis could see how small his cock was now that it had gone soft.

Lewis sat back on the edge of the settee and told him to sit up again. Then taking him in his arms he hugged him. ‘Now you have got completely relaxed with me and told me what your problem is, we can go through it, analyse it, sort it out and then get it out of your memory.’ he told him.

‘That sounds wonderful,’ Martin said lifting his head up to smile at Lewis. As Lewis smiled back, Martin couldn’t resist moving forward and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. ‘Thank you,’ he said, then looking embarrassed he said, ‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.’

‘Why ever not?’ Lewis asked. ‘Well, you’re a boy.’ Martin answered. ‘So what?’ Lewis said. ‘That kiss was a lovely and a very special way of saying thank you. It was given as a thank you and happily received as a thank you. No more, no less.’

‘So how about you let me return my thanks to you?’ he said. Martin looked puzzled so Lewis just pulled him close and gave him a long proper kiss. Martin returned it as best he could.

As they broke away, Martin grinned at him and said, ‘Wow, that was my first proper kiss, it was brilliant.’ Lewis smiled at him and told him, ‘Well now you are so at ease with me, why don’t you start at the beginning and tell me everything that happened to you. But just stay sitting up for a moment.’

Lewis moved to sit at the end of the settee, then told Martin to put his head down on his lap. Once he was settled, Lewis said, ‘Off you go, telling me everything will help get it out of your system so don’t miss anything out.’

Martin took a deep breath and began. I’ve always got on well with my two middle brothers,’ he said, ‘But I never really gelled with Patrick. Now I look back neither did they. But as the eldest, I didn’t really mix with him much except at family meals and occasions. At them he just ignored me most of the time. My impression was he didn’t like little kids and he was seven years older.’

‘He could be rough at times, so if he was around at home I tended to keep out of his way. That had worked well until a month before my thirteenth birthday.’

‘It was during the summer holidays. My other two brothers had both gone away with mates from school. At the weekend mum was invited to go with a group of friends on a hen night a fair distance away so they were staying overnight.’

‘She knew I would be ok on my own, but she checked with Patrick that he would be at home overnight as he had spent a night away occasionally with a girlfriend. He said he would be home, but he wasn’t wet nursing me. Mum told him he didn’t need to do a thing, he should just be there overnight in case of an emergency. So, she left early Saturday morning and wouldn’t return until late Sunday evening.’

‘I anticipated no problems. I went round to Oliver’s for the day on Saturday and stayed until about eight at night. He only lived five minutes away, so I walked home in the light as I had often done.’

‘When I let myself in, I shouted out, ‘I’m home,’ just to let him know. He didn’t answer but that didn’t surprise me. He wasn’t downstairs so I just assumed he was up in his room. He was never very sociable at the best of times.’

‘I made myself a snack and sat in the lounge watching a film on tv. At half ten, I had a hot drink, then I checked the doors and windows were all shut downstairs and went up to my room.’

‘I got ready for bed and as it was a warm night, I was just wearing a pair of shorts. I lay on my bed reading for a while. Then I decided to go for a wee, before I got into bed. As no one was around, I didn’t bother closing the door.’

‘I was stood in front of the toilet and just as I started weeing, Patrick came storming in. He stopped when he saw me and studied me. ‘You haven’t grown much have you,’ he said looking at the size of my cock. ‘I can’t wait,’ he said, ‘Move over a bit.’ He stood at my side and pulled his cock out.’

As he had a wee, I couldn’t help but see that he was at least twice my size. I felt jealous thinking why should it be him and not me. He saw me looking and laughed. ‘Eat your heart out kid,’ he said. He had finished quite quickly so he turned to face me and waved it around a bit. ‘This is what the girls want to feel,’ he told me, ‘They’ll just laugh when they see that little thing.’

‘He went out leaving me feeling really miserable. I mean, I knew from seeing some of the others at school as well as Oliver and Leo, how small I was. But his comments really hurt. When I went back to my room, I actually measured how long I was and wrote the measurement down. I found them the other day and checked. I wished I hadn’t, I’d only grown three quarters of an inch in length in two years.’

‘Anyway, I got into bed and carried on reading. About fifteen minutes later Patrick walked in. I don’t think he had ever set foot in my room before, so I was more surprised than alarmed.’

‘Then he got hold of the duvet and yanked it off the bed. ‘What are you doing?’ I asked, starting to get concerned. ‘I can’t believe how small you are,’ he said, ‘I want a proper look. Take your shorts off.’ ‘Certainly not,’ I told him.’

‘He grabbed hold of my feet and pulled me down the bed. Then he got hold of the bottom of the legs of my shorts and yanked them right off. I tried to grab hold of the top as they went down, but he knocked my arms away.’

‘He picked me up and put me over his knee, then he smacked my bare bum several times really viciously. Then he threw me back on the bed. ‘That’s for trying to fight me,’ he said. ‘Every time you don’t do as your told, I’ll repeat that and add some more.’

‘My cheeks were really smarting and felt very sore. He was very powerful and sometimes I think he didn’t realise his own strength. He got up on the side of the bed and played with my cock. I felt so embarrassed. He felt my balls and they really hurt he was so rough. When I cried out, ‘Ow, that hurts,’ he said, ‘Well do what you’re told, or I’ll squeeze them twice as much.’

‘I was terrified at the thought of the damage that would do. I lay still. He played around a bit more then he put his face near mine, his breath stank. I realised he had been drinking so I knew I had to be even more careful.’

‘He got up off the bed, so I thought he was going. But he just took his shorts off and got back up. He lay down on his back alongside me and demanded, ‘Play with my cock.’ As I hesitated, he said, ‘Or would you rather I squeeze your balls.’ I knew if he did, even if he didn’t intend to squeeze very hard, he would do a lot of damage without realising it.’

‘I sat up and took hold of it. It was the first time I’d ever touched anyone else’s cock. I was scared, but at the same time it was exciting to feel one so big. ‘Pretend it’s your own and you’re trying to fire it,’ he told me.’

‘I started stroking it, thinking that at least if I fired him, he’d either leave or go to sleep. As it started to grow, feeling it swell in my hand got me feeling excited and my cock started to grow. He was just lying enjoying the feeling, so he didn’t notice at first. I tried to position myself so he wouldn’t see it.’