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Brother's Bitch-Diary of a Wimpy Kid	By : flowermoon Category: -Movies Misc > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10220 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Diary of a Wimpy Kid movies, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-All Grown Up
- 2-Barely Legal
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Author's note-I never read the Diary of A Wimpy Kid novels. This is based solely on the first three movies. It takes place last summer, placing Greg in his late teens and Rodrick in his early 20s. Not at all based on the new movie or the book, as those boys are obviously much younger. Shoutout to Inugirl17 for the title
Greg X Rodrick
Greg X Holly
Greg X Frank
Rodrick X Frank
Chapter 1
July 2016
Greg was euphoric. His orgasm had left him in a state of dreamy contemplation. He didn't know men could cum so often, and with so little time to recuperate in between rounds. Thankfully, his girlfriend was there to teach him. After 5 hours, his body was completely worn out.
"How was it this time?" Holly asked. She always asked this question after they fucked. She lay on her side, stroking his hair.
"Amazing," Greg said. He stared at the mess on the bed. Holly was definitely a squirter. "We're gonna have to clean the sheets though."
Holly smiled delicately and laughed. She pushed her hair back and slowly licked the various wet spots.
"Yum. Tastes good. Wanna try some?"
"Fuck yes," Greg said. He laughed and joined Holly in lapping up her sticky juices.
"You like my pussy juice, baby?"
"Probably not as much as you do," Greg said, watching her tongue circle hungrily at her own mess.
Holly giggled. She was so beautiful like this. Naked, a coy smile causing her large blue eyes to squint. She was sweating as well, the sweat sticking to her hair, a trail of it sliding down her b cups.
"You are too much, Greg Heffley." She gave him a sloppy, open mouth kiss and stood up. She put on her underwear, dressed in her light, blue summer dress, and slipped into her plastic sandals.
"My parents aren't going to be home for another couple hours. You can stay if you want. Maybe you're up for another round?"
Holly grinned. "Right now I just want to go home and take a nap in my nice clean bed. Besides, I came enough to last a lifetime. I need a break."
Greg's grinned back at her. She was right. She had cum a lot. Even more than Greg.
"Hope you're not sneaking off to meet some guy." He was joking. He knew that she was.
"I hope you're not."
He threw a pillow at her. It was a running joke with them- the idea of Greg fucking another man. Greg was bisexual, and Holly was the only one who knew this. Mostly, however, he leaned towards women. For every one guy that turned him on, there were ten women who did the same.
"Come on Holly, stay. We can watch a movie." His voice cracked. He wanted so badly for her to curl up beside him and snuggle. But that was against the rules. Her stupid fucking rules were leaving him with emotional blue balls.
As expected, she shook her head, and slipped out of his bedroom door. He didn't even have a chance to say goodbye.
Idiot.

A few hours later, Rodrick came home from work. He was fucking exhausted. What he needed was a cold beer and some lube. He groaned when he remembered that the kid had off on Wednesdays. Perfect.
"Fuckface," Rodrick called from the living room. "Where are you?"
"Rodrick?"
"What?"
"I'm in the kitchen."
"Okay," Rodrick turned on the Heffley's tv and channel surfed. He settled on an old episode of Beavis and Butthead.
"I need to talk to you," Greg called, a few minutes later.
"Is it an emergency? Because if it is, call 911 and leave me alone."
"Please Rodrick. Jesus, I need some advice, and you're the only one I have right now."
"Ask your baby hippo friend."
He heard Greg's footsteps behind him as Greg trudged into the living room. Greg sat next to his brother, and the older boy scooted away from him.
"You're kidding. Rowley doesn't know anything about this shit."
Roderick rolled his heavily mascaraed eyes and turned off the TV.
"You got 5 minutes. And you're sitting on the floor." He pushed his brother off the couch, and shifted so that he was laying down, his long legs dangling off the cushioned arm rest. Greg had no choice but to kneel on the floor. Like a peasant.
"You know Holly."
"Yeah," Rodrick said, he turned on his phone and replied to a couple text messages."Yeah, you're little girlfriend right?"
"Well," Greg paused. "Kind of."
This got Rodrick's attention. "What do you mean 'kind of'? Did you finally score with that girl?"
Greg looked uncomfortably at the floor. He tried to control his smile. "Yes. We've been sleeping together since prom."
"What about her boyfriend?"
Greg grimaced. "She's still with him."
Roderick chuckled. "Well, congrats on fucking a taken women. I don't see what the problem is."
"It's just...she has all these stupid rules. Like if she comes over to like play video games, she won't sleep with me, but if she comes over to have sex, she won't do anything else. She says it's to keep the friendship and the sex separate. Also, she won't kiss me in public and she refuses to take my compliments. 'It's just sex' she says. What do you think that means?"
"I think it means you're her little slut."
"Thanks."
"Well, I'm telling the truth. Come on what do you think it means? The girl's got a boyfriend. And I'd love to see what happens when he finds out."
"Bryce already knows. He's cool with it."
"Are you fucking serious?
"Yeah, they have an open relationship. Bryce has been fucking Patty."
"Jesus, what a fucked up relationship. I still don't get what the problem is though."
Greg stood up. "Roderick, you don't understand. I...I love her."
"You're 18. You don't know what love is yet. Stop being such a pussy."
Greg shook his head. "Fuck it. I should've known you wouldn't understand."
He started to head back to the kitchen. Rodrick sighed. Maybe he had been a bit too harsh with the boy, letting his own feelings of jealousy get a hold of him. It wasn't his fault. If anything, it was Greg's. Since Greg had turned 18, he'd begun flaunting his overt sexuality in Rodrick's face, almost begging him to pounce. He'd walk around the house in his underwear-tight briefs that barely contained his large, flaccid cock. He had changed a lot in these past few years. His body, which was once tiny and boney, had grown large and muscular. Unlike Rodrick, who was thin, but toned, Greg's body swelled under his t-shirts and cargo shorts. His skin had darkened as well, most likely as a result of his new country club job. Also, he had become nice and hairy sometime after middle school- the way Rodrick liked them-hairy legs, bushy eyebrows, and a curly mop of dark brown hair. He definitely wasn't the scrawny kid brother Rodrick had grown up with. But that didn't mean he was any less of Rodrick's little bitch. If anything, the desire to dominate him-to overpower the boy- had grown. He needed the boy more than ever.
Rodrick followed him into the kitchen, where Greg was making himself a peanut butter sandwich. Rodrick grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Look, Greg. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be like that." He reached out to stroke his younger brother's cheek. The boy flinched and stepped away from him.
Rodrick took a swig from the beer and rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. "You want some?" he asked.
Greg shook his head and closed the peanut butter jar. He sat at the kitchen table and took a tiny bite of his sandwich. Rodrick pulled a chair up and sat next to him, but Greg scooted away. Even from a few feets distance, Rodrick could feel the heat radiating from his brother's skin. His scent lingered-the smell of sex and sweat intermingling in the air.
"I told her," Greg hesitated. "I told her a secret that I've never told anyone before. It just...it's more than sex."
"Yeah, what was it?"
"Rodrick...I'm bi," Greg said. He looked down at the floor.
Rodrick's dick twitched at this new piece of information. He had always thought of his brother as the type to take a dick up the ass, but to have him admit it? Oh, this was good.
"Rodrick?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Do you have anything to say?"
"Um...no. Why would I give a shit about who you wanna fuck?" Rodrick ruffled Greg's hair. "It's 2016, little bro. I've got more important shit to worry about."
Rodrick excused himself, claiming he needed to finish up some schoolwork. Really, he wanted to masturbate. He wanted so desperately to stroke his own cock. To imagine destroying perfect Greg's tight little asshole. He knew Greg wouldn't be into it. Knew that sex with one's sibling was wrong, but Greg's admission made the idea a little more plausible. Maybe if he just got the kid drunk enough? No, that would never work. He didn't want to fuck a drunk gimp. He wanted to fuck Greg. His little angel brother with the large cock and the look of subservience in his eyes, as Rodrick proved once and for all who was in charge.
As soon as Rodrick locked his bedroom door, he pulled his pants down. His cock was already stiff, and the warm sensation of his hand against his balls made it even stiffer. He sat on his bed and closed his eyes, stroking his cock softly. He imagined his brother, bent down just the way he liked him...little moans escaping from that soft, perfect mouth…
Fuck. There was a knock on his door. His brother. The same brother he'd been imagining just a few seconds ago.
"Just a minute," Rodrick called. He pulled on his pants and covered himself in a blanket. His mind raced for images that would soften his dick. Nothing. All he could think about was his brother. He covered his lap with a pillow.
Without waiting for permission, Greg opened the door and stood by Rodrick's bed. Rodrick swore silently and tried once again to soften his erect member.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Rodrick asked. He stared at that plump little mouth and imagined it covered in Rodrick's cum. He pretended to be very interested in his bedsheets.
"You could be a little nicer. Jeez." The boy actually looked hurt. Greg always needed his older brother's approval, which drove Rodrick mad with animalistic desire.
"Sorry. What do you want, my sweet little brother?"
Greg rolled his eyes and stuck out his long, pink tongue. Rodrick looked away, and pushed harder on the pillow.
"I wanna buy some weed. Holly and I finished the rest of my stash."
Rodrick grinned. "Sure, how much do you want?"
Greg shrugged. "Just a couple bags for now. I can buy some more from Fregley when he gets back from camp."
Rodrick nodded.
"So...aren't you gonna get up and get it for me?"
"Um...you're a big boy. Get it yourself."
Greg frowned. "I forgot where you hid it."
"It's in my second drawer."
Greg pulled 4 bags out and threw Rodrick a couple twenties. "I pay you way too much for this shit."
Rodrick caught one of the bills, but the other flew a feet away from his bed. The distance was too long for Rodrick to reach it without getting out of bed and revealing his massive hardon.
Greg stared at his older brother and then at then at the bill. "Aren't you going to pick that up?" He asked.
"Nah," said Rodrick. "Comfortable where I am."
Greg frowned. "Jeez, you're lazy."
"Just take the weed and get out."
Greg obliged leaving Rodrick alone once again. It was a mistake not to lock the door in the first place. A dumb oversight that would've cost him the loss of respect from his brother. This time, he locked the door.

Greg checked his phone. Three hours had passed since his brother came home. His parents were suppose to be home from their spa day by now. He needed to talk to them about college plans. They wanted him to stay home and commute, however, Greg wasn't so keen on spending the next four years at home like his brother. Roderick kept claiming he was going to move out, but one year into his graduate program and he was still living in his old bedroom. It was almost as if something was keeping him here. Probably the lack of rent.
It was still difficult for Greg to accept his brother's success. He never studied much during high school, and his grades weren't anything to write home about. Who could've guessed that underneath the slacker exterior lived a math genius? It took the Heffley's nearly 18 years before they realized that the random numbers written in the margins of his assignments were actually solutions to nearly impossible mathematical equations. After this discovery, the dynamic changed. Rodrick wasn't a lazy idiot anymore. No, suddenly he was an unmotivated savante. Eventually, the conversations in the Heffley house went from slight praise for Greg's artwork to worship of Rodrick's amazing and unprecedented abilities. To make matters worse, Manny had also shown a talent for mathematics. He wasn't even old enough to sit in the front seat, but Greg's parents had sent him away to a camp for the mathematically gifted. He wouldn't be back until the end of August. It was utter madness.
What he needed was a cold beer. He had scavenged his parent's refrigerator, but didn't find anything. Rodrick must've taken the last beer. The bottle sat on the kitchen table, beckoning Greg, but he would never drink after his brother. He was too much of a germaphobe. Rodrick probably had some bottles in his mini fridge. He'd have to risk disturbing his brother, but it was worth it.
"Rodrick?" Greg called from the living room. No answer. He tried again. "Rodrick."
He sighed, realizing he'd have to climb the stairs. At the top of the staircase, he paused. He could've sworn he'd heard someone crying in pain. He shrugged it off and walked with false confidence to his brother's door. He heard the noise again and realized what it was. A moan. His brother was masturbating.
Greg shuddered and turned away from the door. Just a he was walking awake, he heard it. A low, soft moan uttering his name. And then another. Greg felt ill. Why would his brother say-no moan- his name while he was masturbating? It just didn't make any sense. Maybe he had heard incorrectly? No, there it was again. Greg was completely certain. His brother was thinking of him. He gagged involuntarily. It was just too much for poor Greg to picture.
He ran to the bathroom to vomit. After he emptied the entire contents of his stomach. He ran downstairs, picked up his phone from the kitchen table, and with shaking hands, called the only person he could think of. Holly.
"Hello," Holly chirped into the phone. "Why'd you call me honey?"
"I think...Shit...I think my brother wants to fuck me."
Silence on the other end. The two were completely quiet until Holly finally spoke. "What happened?" she asked.
Greg told her, making sure not leave out any details, even the brief conversation in Rodrick's bedroom. No wonder Rodrick had acted so weird when Greg bought some of his weed. He had walked in in his brother masturbating. To him!
When he was done, he heard a soft giggling on Holly's side of the call.
"Why are you laughing? This isn't funny."
"I'm sorry, but Honey...it's just a bit ironic isn't it?"
"Ironic? Ironic how?"
"Well," Holly paused. "Haven't you always wanted to fuck your brother? Remember, when you were growing up the two of you would play doctor and you'd always get hard? I mean, wasn't he your first wet dream?"
"Well yeah, but that was a long time ago. The idea of being with my brother is…" He searched for the right words, but he was at a loss. Yes, when he had heard his brother masturbating to him, he had been disgusted. But there was something else there. Something he didn't want to admit to himself. A feeling that made his cock twitch with...what? Anticipation. "Abnormal." Yes that word worked. Fucking his brother definitely wasn't normal.
"You know," Holly said. "I'm not going to lie, the idea-as abnormal as it may be-is making me kind of wet."
"Really." Greg almost dropped the phone. Holly found that attractive? Well, it shouldn't have surprised him. Holly was incredibly kinky. Once they were role playing as a rapist and a victim, and she had almost broken his nose. Still, getting off on incest? Holly Hills definitely had some problems, Greg was sure of it. But then again, so did he.
"Yeah, fuck Greg. That's so hot." She moaned into the phone.
"Well, I mean. It wouldn't be so horrible," Greg said. "It's not like he could get me pregnant. And he's got a nice body. It wouldn't be too hard to pretend he was someone else."
"Are you serious?" Holly squealed. "Greg, you'd do that for me?"
I'd do anything for you-is what he wanted to say. Instead he just said. "Yes."
"Oh, fuck. Fuck! Okay, wow I don't...where is this coming from?"
"Like you said, I've always had feelings for my brother. It's just that the feelings I have for you are stronger."
It was true. Yes, he had vomited. But he didn't vomit, because Rodrick had disgusted him. He vomited because his feelings about his brother masturbating to him had disgusted himself. But the disgust almost disappeared with Holly's approval. If Holly wanted him to fuck his brother, he'd do so.
He said goodbye to Holly, promising to fill her in on all the details. Then, he quickly removed his t-shirt and pants, keeping on only his socks and underwear. His parents would be home soon, but he wasn't planning on doing anything. Yet. First he has test Rodrick. Maybe he heard wrong. Maybe Rodrick was thinking of another Greg. It wasn't likely, but it was plausible.
He had to come up with a foolproof plan to prove to himself that Rodrick wanted to fuck him. That would be his first move. His second-give Rodrick exactly what he wanted.
Things were about to get very interesting in the Heffley household.
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