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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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Chapter Two
Rodrick had just finished himself off when he heard another knock on the front door. His parents. He leaped to his feet and dressed quickly. It was a good session. He felt very refreshed.
Greg intercepted him on his way to the front door. He was wearing tighty whiteys and socks. Rodrick was about to get another hard on if he didn't avert his eyes.
"Why the fuck aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"It's too hot in here," Greg said. He smiled. "Don't be a perv."
"I'm not a pervert. But you have to get some clothes on or Susan's going to jump you."
"I'm not sure if Mom would be the one to jump me." Greg reached out and grabbed his brother's wrist. Rodrick jerked back.
"Put some fucking clothes on, Greg."
Greg shrugged and headed backwards to his room. Rodrick watched him as he left, his ass cheeks molded by the tight fabric. He almost seemed to be enjoying this. Enjoying taunting his brother. As if he somehow knew about Rodrick's desire.
He wanted to pounce on the boy, instead he let his parents in through the front door. Frank looked nice, skin smooth, his piercing eyes seeming a shade brighter. Susan, on the other hand, looked quite worried.
"Is Greg home?" She asked.
"Great to see you too," Rodrick said bitterly. It was no secret that Susan preferred Greg. Always had and always will.
"Don't be like that. I just...I need to talk to your bother about next year."
Rodrick shrugged. "He's upstairs changing."
"Changing into what?" Frank asked. Susan rolled her eyes. "Ah, come on guys, that one was funny."
Greg bounded down the stairs. He wore only tight shorts and an ever tighter t-shirt. He embraced both his parents, sticking his ass towards Rodrick in the process. It really was a nice ass. Rodrick licked his lips. This was going to be a very entertaining night.

At dinner, the Heffley's had lamb chops. Rodrick gulfed them down hungrily, but Greg took his time, licking the meat and sucking its juices out. Rodrick's cock hardened and he discreetly covered his lap with a napkin.
"Greg honey, don't play with your food," Susan said.
"Your mother's right," said Frank, eying the boy with some interest.
"It tastes good, doesn't it?" Rodrick asked, he lowered his gaze and bit his lips.
Greg grinned and held up two of his fingers, the lamb juices slipping down his fingers. "Wanna try some?"
Rodrick leaned forward and swallowed Greg's fingers in his mouth, enjoying the salty taste of Greg's skin intermingling with various spices and lamb blood.
"I wish you boys wouldn't do that at the dinner table," Susan said. She grimaced.
"Ah huh, your mother's right," said Frank, but he was staring at the boys. His hunger gleamed in his eyes.
"It tastes real fucking good," said Rodrick. He groaned and winked at his brother.
Susan gagged. "Boys stop! This...I don't think you realize how wrong this looks." She composed herself. "Now, Greg, we have to talk about college plans. You know, I really think it would be best if.."
"Not now," Greg interrupted her. "Later, okay Mom."
"Well okay, as long as you're willing to talk eventually."
"Oh Greg's always willing to talk. Isn't that right Mommy's little boy?" Rodrick cooed.
"Oh bite me Rodrick."
"Gladly," Rodrick mouthed.
"Anyway your father and are going to see a movie after dinner. I hope the two of you behave while we're gone.
Rodrick grinned. He and the boy would be alone for more than 2 hours. That would give him plenty of time. He had a plan. Tonight, Greg would finally be his.

After his parents left, Greg turned on the tv and took off his shirt. He sat on the couch. Rodrick sat next to him. Greg flipped through the Channels, making sure that Rodrick was watching him the whole time.
"Like what you see?" Greg asked. He gave his brother a devious smile. "I mean on the tv."
Rodrick leaned close. There lips were almost touching, and Greg could feel Rodrick's breath on his cheeks. It was warm and smelled like lamb chops.
"I know what you're doing," Rodrick said.
"Oh, really. What am I doing?"
Rodrick pulled away. "You know."
"No, I don't."
"What the fuck are you trying to prove?" Rodrick whispered.
Greg didn't answer him. Rodrick grabbed his face, and after a second of looking his brother square in the eye, Greg pulled Rodrick's hands off of him. He licked his brother's cheeks.
"Sorry," Greg said. "You have some sauce on you."
"Fuck you," Rodrick said. He pulled the boy into him and kissed him. A desperate, uncoordinated kiss. An assault on the boys juicy lips. Greg pushed him away, and pulled his legs up to cover his massive hard on.
"What the fuck Rodrick?" Greg yelled.
Rodrick looked genuinely confused and ashamed. Greg tried not to laugh at his brother's horrified expression. "I'm sorry. I thought…"
"You thought what?!"
"I thought you fucking wanted it, Greg. Prancing around like a little faggot."
"Oh, I'm the faggot. I wasn't the one masturbating in my room, moaning 'Greg...Greg' like a little girl."
"You heard that?" Rodrick blushed a deep scarlet.
"So you admit it?"
"Admit what?"
"Admit that you want to fuck me. That you get off to me. That you stroke your cock to your own brother."
"Fine," Rodrick stood up abruptly,revealing his own erect penis straining against the denim of his jeans. "I admit it. I fucking admit it."
Greg sprung up and grabbed Rodrick's face. "Fuck you. You disgust me."
A mischievous glint appeared in the older boy's eyes. "Then why are you hard?"
"Because I want to fuck you too."

The two stared at each other for a bit. Rodrick could smell the sweat from his brother's body. He grabbed the boy's penis beneath his jeans. It grew with his touch. Slowly, he began to stroke it. Greg moaned loudly, and pulled off his pants. Rodrick helped him remove his briefs, and stared at his penis. It was impressive. 9 inches long. Thick. Dark, curly hair sprouting from just below his bellybutton to the top of his shaft. It curved slightly upwards and a tiny bit of pre-cum covered the circumcised tip. It was such a nice light pink color, and the blue veins bulged through his skin. It wasn't a teenage boy's dick. It was a man's dick. He still had on his perfectly clean white socks.
"It's tiny," Rodrick said, he grabbed at the boy's hair forcefully and pushed his head up so they were staring each other in the eyes. "I bet you're proud of it though, aren't you?"
"Fuck you." Greg spit in Rodrick's face.
"No, you little whore. I'm going to fuck you." Rodrick spit on the boy and rubbed the saliva into his nipples. He licked the boy's chest, enjoying the taste of sweat and soap. It was such a nice chest. Muscular, but soft. Unlike his dick, Greg's skin was smooth and almost hairless.
Greg moaned involuntarily as Rodrick reached around and grasped the boy's tight butt cheeks. The heat from his butt cheeks warmed Rodrick's hand. His other hand reached around and grabbed the other cheek, spreading them apart. He stuck his middle finger up Greg's ass crack, while staring at the boy's dark, chocolate eyes. He removed his finger and held it up for Greg to see.
"Lick my finger," he said. "I want you to taste yourself."
Greg shook his head.
"Lick my fucking finger," Rodrick repeated. He pushed his entire fist-middle finger extended-into Greg's mouth. Greg gagged, and staggered back.
Rodrick chuckled and pulled his finger out. "You're going to need to work on those gag reflexes."
"Or maybe you shouldn't shove your fucking hand into someone's mouth, Rodrick."
"You're right. It's not your mouth I want. I want something a little tighter...Get on your hands and knees."
"No, I wanna see what you look like first," Greg said. He pulled the boy's shirt off, exposing slim arms and a lean stomach. A trail of hair began at his belly button. Greg pulled off his pants and underwear and laughed.
"What the fuck?"
"You're the one with the tiny cock."
"You are so full of shit," said Rodrick, and he was right. Erect his member was at least 10 inches long. Longer than Greg's, but not as girthy. He was harrier as well, his jet black hair hiding the top part of his enormous shaft. It was definitely an impressive dick.
"I can't believe you get hard to your own naked brother."
Rodrick grabbed a fistful of Greg's hair and pulled him closer. "Yeah, well looks like I'm not the only one. Now get on your fucking hands and knees."
Greg frowned at the request, but obeyed his brother. He got down on his knees and used the sides of his arms to support his upper body, his ass sticking in the air. It was perverted twist on Muslim prayer, but it made his asshole very available to his brother.
Rodrick loved Greg's ass. He had seen it before of course, but never in such close proximity. It was firm and tanned. Smooth. The hole was tight, surrounded by thick brown hair. Rodrick needed to destroy that tight little asshole. To tear his brother apart.
"What are you going to do?" Greg asked. There was mild trepidation in his voice.
"Just shut up. You ask way too many questions."
Greg groaned, but kept silent. Rodrick bent down and removed Greg's socks.
"What are you doing?" Greg asked. But then he couldn't speak anymore. Rodrick had stuffed both socks into his brother's mouth.
"If you take those out, I will literally murder you. Understand?"
Greg nodded.

Greg waited for his brother to get the lube. He didn't mind the taste of the socks. They were sort of nice, actually. In a fucked up way, he was enjoying this. He had always fantasised about anal. He'd only ever kissed a guy before, but the idea of a large cock in his asshole was pretty appealing. Of course he had to penetrate Rodrick the next time. He did not want his brother to think he was some sort of bottom princess.
Rodrick returned with the lube. Greg watched him squirt a bit on his fingers. He walked around Greg to face his brother's ass.
First Greg felt a cold, probing sensation. It stung a bit, and he clamped his teeth around his socks. And then, the sensation was stronger. Two fingers. The two fingers stung as well at first, but after a few seconds of gentle stimulation, the pain turned into pleasure. Greg moaned, the sound muffled by the socks. Next there were three fingers. Then 4. The fingers worked his hole, making it loosier. Greg moaned when Rodrick finally pulled them out.
"Don't worry lil' bro. That was just the warm up."
Suddenly something larger entered Greg's ass. He moaned loudly. It hurt, but in a nice sort of way. And then a hand on his cock, stroking it, slow at first, and then faster. Rodrick pushed his cock deeper into his brother's ass, which caused waves of pleasure to travel the younger man's body. It was powerful. Amazing. Finally, the cock was in his ass completely. And then a thrusting sensation. Greg moaned loudly, opening his mouth wide enough for the socks to fall out of his mouth. Now, Greg was able to cry out without restraint.
"Fuck...uh...uh...shit," Greg groaned. He tried to keep his voice down, but gave up when the strongest wave of pleasure yet hit his body like a tsunami. And then another one.
"You like that, you little bitch?" Rodrick asked. Gre answered with a loud, uninhibited moan. "That's your g-spot."
Rodrick seemed out of breathe as well, but he had a lot more control than his little brother. Greg's nails dug into his palm. It was painful, but the pain only made the pleasure stronger. He felt Roderick's hand pulling on his cock, while the nails on his other dug into Greg's ass.

After minutes of constant, heavenly stimulation, Rodrick's moans grew louder, falling into the rhythm created by his brother. He had no idea that his brother would be so expressive, gyrating his hips as Rodrick thrusted. The boy's cock felt amazing in his hand, the sticky precum running down his fingers. The boy was shaking, his moans turning to low screams. Rodrick slapped his ass once. And then twice. He enjoyed the sound it made. Skin on sweaty, soft skin. Greg seemed to like it very much as well.
"Again...Rod...uhh."
Rodrick grinned. He spanked Gre's left butt cheek again.
"You...gonna cum?" Rodrick asked in between his grunts. He wasn't sure, but he thought it had been about 10 minutes since he enertered his brother's tight asshole. He was going to finish, but he refused to be the one to cum first. "Gonna make...a...big...mess?"
Greg shook his head. Rodrick knew that his stubborn brother would hate to cum first. It would be so satisfying to see the boy loose. To prove that he had far better stamina than his brother. He brought his other hand down, and used both to tug on his brother's cock. With this extra simulation Greg yelled, and shot out a shit ton of gooey cream. The cum was on the floor carpet, on Rodrick's hand, on the boy's stomachs. It was everywhere. He really had made a mess.
Rodrick pulled out of Greg's asshole even though he wasn't finished. His brother sat up and stared at the sticky white fluids. Rodrick laughed at his brother's embarrassment, and jerked himself off.
He came, adding to the mess on the floor. It was such a powerful sensation. All the pent up desire for his brother exiting his body and staining the carpet. The orgasm was earth shattering. One of the longest he had ever experienced. The pleasure caused him to stagger backwards.
"Enjoy yourself?" Greg smirked. Rodrick panted. He was suddenly exhausted.
"You're going to have to clean that up," Rodrick said.
Greg began to lick the fluids with his tongue. He seemed to be really enjoying the taste. Rodrick's dick hardened again.
"As great as that is to watch," he said. "I think you're gonna need paper towels and cleaner."
Greg laughed. "I could do that later. Seems like you're ready for round 2."
Rodrick stepped closer to the boy until he was standing over him. Greg stood up to look him in the eye.
"Of course I fucking am."
Gref licked his lips. "Maybe I should call Holly for some assistance."
"Holly would be interested in that shit?" Rodrick asked. Was his brother joking? Holly was one of the sweetest, most innocent girls he'd ever known. Even if she was a bit of a swinger.
"Absolutely," Greg said. He paused. "But before I call her, there's something I want to do."
"Oh yeah, what is it?"
"Get on the floor. On your knees.
Rodrick chuckled. "You want me to warm you up before you're little girlfriend arrives?"
"Something like that," said Greg.
Rodrick shook his head and got down on his knees. It was amusing that Greg would try to reclaim his masculinity with a quick blowjob after being thoroughly fucked in the ass. Rodrick had expected it.
What he did not expect, however was the stream of diluted yellow that fell upon his head, streaming through his long hair and traveling down his exposed chest. Rodrick was immediately brought back to the time when a sixth grade Greg accidentally pissed all over him. The first time Rodrick has seen Greg as more than a dumb little brother.
When Greg was done, Rodrick was thoroughly soaked. The floor was soaked as well, but they could easily blame that on their giant mutt, Sweety. Actually the move was genius, because the pee covered up the cum stain and it's scent. They wouldn't have to clean up. Rodrick was humiliated and pissed, but also proud of his brother. Always thinking ahead. That didn't mean that Rodrick was going to let Greg get away with it. He'd get his revenge.
"Now you're the little bitch,"Greg said. He left Rodrick there to lay in urine. Rodrick had never been happier to be covered in piss, as he devised a plan to get back at his disobedient, disrespectful brother.
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