Leaving and Coming

[Axel: eighteen years old; University freshman]

Hah! Hands on my hips, I nod in satisfaction at my packed suitcase resting on my bed. I'm finally leaving this miserable mansion and the freak's dreadful stares! I'm so excited! City and Uni life, here I come!

[Annalouie: fifteen years old; sad]

He's leaving soon. it's going to be lonely here.

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[Axel: twenty years old; University student]

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I groan and fumble around my night table before slamming my fist down the noisy alarm. Why did I set the alarm last night when I don't have an early class today? In fact, it's summer! Flipping the covers up, I bury myself under it and smother my face into my pillow with the full intention of going back to sleep.

Pick me up at the airport.

My eyes snap open when I dreamt... No, I remembered mom telling me to pick her up at the airport today. She had a three-day seminar overseas and today her plane lands. Sh*t! Scrambling from my bed, I hurry down my bathroom to shower, brush my teeth before hurriedly dressing up. I'll skip floss for today. It's just mom, after all, not a date.

My feet stomp heavily on the floor as I jog down the living room, dashing towards the kitchen hoping for, at least, a cup of coffee before hightailing it. I step on my brakes seeing the freak on the dining table, eating his cereals while drawing on his sketchbook.

Despite maintaining his ever stoic face, his spine straightens at my sudden appearance, dropping his pencil to the floor. Is that how he gets shocked? How boring. His calm when he closes his sketchbook, moving lifelessly like a robot to pick up his pencil and resumes eating his, probably, soggy cereal.

As expected, Annalouie picks up his head and meets my gaze. I roll my eyes at him before going to the percolator to pour myself a cup. The sugar and milk are not on their holders and I grit my teeth seeing them on the table near the freak. No choice but to approach the table to scoop me some of them.

I don't have to look to know that the freaks staring again. I can feel his intense gaze on me like bugs crawling from my ankles up my spine. I glance at him. Yep, f*cking freak's more like gawking. That unnerving stare with his bright green eyes which makes goosebumps prick my skin, giving a kick to my heart.

"Do you have anything to say to me?" I ask to break the silence.

He shrugs and scoops from his cereal once again. I grit my teeth while dropping two cubes of sugar into my cup. When I glance at him again, he's still staring. F*ck!

"Do you have a problem?" I glare down at him.

"No." Comes his answer, short as ever.

"Then why are you staring?" I lean in, glowering near his face. "It f*cking irritates the sh*t outta me!"

"Sorry." He says, not really sounding apologetic at all and resumes eating... and staring.

"F*ck!" I growl and clutch his collar. “If you gotta problem with me, freak, just spit it the f*ck out!"

“No problem." He says in his ever stoic voice and face before slowly rising up to his feet. "Just realized something..."

"W-what?" I stammer as I'm covered by his shadow, craning my neck up at him with difficulty.

"You're small."

I'm speechless. I'm four inches short to six foot and it's goddamn frustrating. However, this big log must be around six-foot-four to five, complete with wide shoulders and growing biceps. How come I just realized this? How did he grow this huge? Insecurity and irritation make me drop my hands from his collar.

"What of it, then?" I scowl and return to my coffee.

“It means..." He says and stands behind me, his breathing fanning my cheek. "I can overpower you now."

"W-what?" I say before turning around.

However, Annalouie suddenly shoves me hard down the table, throwing my coffee in the process. Luckily, it spills to the other side so I'm saved from the burn. I struggle from his hold, looking him over my shoulder. But he captures one of my wrists and twists it to my back, making me howl from the pinching pain.

"What the f*ck, freak! It f*cking hurts! Get your f*cking hands off of me!"

“Such dirty mouth, Axel. You ought to be punished."

"F*ck you! What the f*ck are you even spewing you, son of the b*tch?”

“Retribution." He utters as if that's answer enough before hunkering down my back until one warm, moist mouth touches my ear. “I'm finally returning them all to you… with interest."

"F*ck you! Get your hands off me! W-what the..." I freeze when he fumbles with my belt, opens my fly before pulling my pants down to my knees including my underwear. "What the f*ck are you doing?”

“Louder, Axel. Servants are on day off." He licks my cheek and I shiver from whirligig of emotions although too distracted by his hand kneading my a*s to examine it closely. "We're on our own."

"Goddamn you! What... Stop it!" My heart pounds as loud as my scream.

I struggle when I feel him applying something to my a*s. What's this? It's cold and slippery. F*ck this f*cker! What's he gonna do with me? I look at the other side and notice the olive oil's open. Droplets sleek the thick glass table, trailing towards my direction. Holy sh*t! Don't tell me he's gonna...

“Breathe, Axel."

"W-what! Wait..."

I pant when his fingers start massaging my as*hole, smearing the oil around the rough skin. It quickly softens until he easily pops one finger into me, two knuckles deep. F*ck! What kinda finger did he have? Feels so f*cking thick that I groan in pain and something funny sensation I can't name.

“So tight. This will get a bit tricky." He says in a low voice as he begins f*cking me with a finger, in and out, in and out.

"S-sh*t! I'm gonna kill you for this you, f*cker! I swear I'll definitely kill you!"

To my chagrin, Annalouie only chuckles as if I just told him a joke. He adds another finger into me, stretching me wide. I bite my lip, suppressing a moan that's rising from my chest. Sh*t! This isn't happening! The freaks playing with my a*s and I'm goddamn hard as f*ck!

“Idiot! Stop this! I didn't know you held a grudge to all that I did in the past! We were just kids! You should forget those already! We're brothers, after all!”

Annalouie hunkers down to me once again, his chest touching my back and his weight settling on me like a warm blanket. I want to look at him but he's pinned me tightly to the table without any give. To my relief, he finally pulls his fingers out although that's just a short reprieve.

"We're not brothers, Axel. I never see you as one and you sure didn't acknowledge me, too."

Something pokes my back hole again but it feels bigger. Way bigger. Its tip is moist. Warm. Hard. I shudder when I realize what it was. Sh*t! I start screaming once again, jerking and flailing hopelessly beneath his heavy weight. But the freak only kicks my feet to each side, widening my stance before thrusting into me.

I gasp, frozen in shock which only gives the f*cker the opportunity to sink deeper into me. Deeper up to the hilt, stretching me so wide and filling me up to capacity. My inner walls quiver at the feel of his veiny phallus pulsing in my stomach. It f*cking hurts! He's too thick and goddamn deep I think I'm gonna die!

However, when he thrusts once, I suddenly groan so loud without meaning to. Electric shock, so strong, runs from my spine to my c*ck until they sizzle down my nerve endings. My entire body convulses and my d*ck suddenly spurts semen into the air which splatters at the underside of the table.

“Whoa! Sh*t! F*ck! Goddamn you!" I howl, feeling shocked, angry and ashamed. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm really going to!"

Annalouie ignores my words as he starts thrusting into me. Slow at first as if to acquaint me of his length and girth. His hitting something inside me which makes me gasps instead of yell; makes me moan instead of curse. And my goddamn c*ck gets harder with every thr*st. F*cking freak knows how to f*ck an a*s!

"Imma kill you!" I sob into the table while my c*ck's twitching for another org*sm. "F*ck you!"

"We are f*cking, Axel." Annalouie groans into my ear, his breathing heavy and fast just like his pistoning hips.

He reaches around me, grabs my traitorous d*ck and rubs me up and down. I groan, snatching his wrist with my free hand. But he only squeezes me really hard that I sob and grunt, releasing him in the end. Annalouie continues defiling my a*s, moving more forcefully into me. Faster. Deeper.

The slapping noises of his hand around my c*ck and his balls on my a*s cut through the air, melding with our labored breathing and my occasional curses and howls. Annalouie's fast thrusts turn into ruthless pounding while his hand blurs in the air from jacking me off and, once again, I teeter to the edge of my org*sm.

"F*ck! F*ck! Annalouie, please stop! Don't make me c*m! F*ck! No more!" I howl helplessly and tremble at the onslaught of my second embarrassing clim*x.

As if my body has a life of its own, I start pushing back into his rapidly moving hips and suck on my arm, wanting to gnaw on something. I quiver the second time, succumbing to l*st and c*m in berserk into Annalouie's hand. He pumps a few more times into me before unleashing his thick load deep into my crevice.

The loud squelching sound of him finally pulling out of me is like the last piece of my pride crumbling down the ground. My body's still shaking, my c*ck twitching and I'm goddamn breathless as if I never do cardio! Why the f*ck did this freak do to me? He r*ped me but he made my body like it! I f*cking hate him! I f*cking hate myself more!

As though grown with a bit of a conscience, Annalouie pulls my pants back up before stepping away from me. I don't want to move, afraid my hips would get unhinged. I'm weak and soggy as sh*t like an overcooked pasta! But I need to f*cking beat this freak up to a pulp. After zipping up my pants, I throw myself into him, punching his face without preamble.

"I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill you!" I chant while raining punches to the f*cker although he's deflecting it with his large arms.

“Axel! What are you doing to your brother?”

My fists freeze in the air at my mother's voice. I look over my shoulder and see both our parents standing at the kitchen's entrance. My mom's face says she's disappointed while our father's expression says he's really upset. Whether of me or to Annalouie, I can't tell. Maybe both. Sh*t! This isn't my fault!

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[Author's Note:]

Leaving and coming were originally a two chapter stories in my novel. Although I have to combine the two since this site has a minimum required word count. Enjoy!

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