Mother May I (Part I)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not condone rape or incest. This is a fantasy and nothing more. Parts II and III will be out later this week.

“So? What? You fucking got me in trouble in third period by texting me you douche!” Jacob stormed in, throwing his basketball at me full force before throwing himself down hard on my bed and covering his head with a pillow. “Wait for it.” I said, swatting the ball only to have it manage to get me in the side anyway, leaving a large red circle on my bare skin. “Chris needs to be here.” Chris was 14 and still in 8th, and thus still on his way home for the next ten or so minutes. “Fucking wait for it? Do you realize what Dad’s going to do to me if I get another ISS?” He hissed, sitting upright and tossing the pillow at me.
“Wait for it, fuck man!” I said, not even bothering with the newest projectile. I wouldn’t have stopped it anyway – I’m more of a laid back type of dude and my brother is more the athletics man. I think it’s some weird type of second sibling role reversal of the need to compete for my parents’ affection on his part. It’s not that he’s actually big into sports, it’s just that little Chris and I are more thinkers and he wasn’t so gifted with those talents. “Awesome Dude.” he grumbled, rolling over in my bed and facing the wall. “Better fucking be worth it.” I spent the next 10 minutes throwing peanuts at him while he refused to talk to me.

Soon the familiar sounds of the front door opening followed by the thud of a heavy backpack being dropped were heard. “Finally.” “Oh, we talking now?” I said, still grinning. The douche had no idea what sort of awesome news I was about to give him. If he did he would be on his knees sucking me off in thanks instead of being a jackass. The quick thud thud thud of someone running up the stairs followed by the screech of tennis shoes signaled the approach of little Chris, or if you wanted to be proper Christopher Atcheson Jr., my parents having run out of original names after Jacob and my father wanting to add Sr. to his name because that’s the sort of weirdo he can be.
“Ok! Ok, I’m here!” He said breathlessly, obviously having run the entire distance home. “So, what’s awesome Dylan? Come on?!” He heaved, flushed, looking up at me. Poor boy couldn’t be more than 5′ 3″ and just hadn’t hit his growth spurt yet. For his sake I hoped it happened before next fall or life was going to be really hard for him – I knew from experience. But it turns out that everyone likes a Guy-With-Weed in high school, and I learned that pretty quick and then the guys who harassed me learned that I was the Guy-With-Weed.
I grew out of that and turned into a total bean pole at the end of my freshman year, so the popularity I achieved during that time and the lack of short when I returned the next year effectively let me sweep that faze under the rug. Chris however wasn’t going to be the Guy-With-Weed even if he did have any, since he was a bit of a nerd in the first place. The kind that likes math and technology – a lot. I’m not insulting iPads or tech nerds but man, there are other things to talk about sometimes.

I held a finger up and crossed behind little Chris, making a show of closing my bedroom door even though I knew we were the only ones in the house. Jacob shot me a death glare for it, and it just made his look of shock sweeter. “We’re going to fuck Mom,” I said grinning at my two brothers. “You’re joking!” Chris actually covered his mouth. Jacob said nothing, just looked at me like I had grown a second head. “I’m serious guys – I heard Dad talking with Not-Uncle this morning,” “Not-Uncle was here? Fucking when?” Jacob asked, incredulous, “Dad had to go to work today and he wasn’t here before I fucking crashed at 1 this morning.” “I know, right? But listen, he was here. You guys know I didn’t go today-” “I didn’t. Again? Dylan come on, you’re going to be a seni-” Chris started “Not fucking now! We’re talking about fucking Mom, remember?” I said, biting back my anger.