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A torture I deserve for being so weak.
I’ve been working hard on getting bigger. I put myself on the football team to learn how to take a hit. Me and Cody get to Terry’s gym at 7am every day to clear the sweat off the mats and machines, and then we work out after school.
It’s paying off, but not fast enough. Rick’s still too overpowering, and for as long as he’s got this little shit pushing his empty bowl around with its nose at my feet, he’ll have Beth.
I look down at the thing that Rick uses to control her and consider wrapping my hands around its scrawny little neck.
I wonder if I got it in me to snap it? Would I even be strong enough?
Foxy looks up at me with dopey eyes that are too big for his head like he can read my thoughts.
“Relax, I ain’t gonna kill ya, buddy.” I reach down to pet him before filling his bowl with the dog biscuits me and Cody stole from the farm we pass on the way home from school.
Cody was right, Mama went crazy when she found out about Rick’s gift to Beth, and she refuses to take responsibility for feeding him. So, because Beth loves the damn thing so much, we make sure he doesn't go hungry.
Beth always looks so devastated when Rick mistreats him. The girl doesn’t go to school, and she doesn’t have friends. This little dog is the one good thing she’s got, and it’s not the dog’s fault he’s what keeps her being Rick's little puppet.
It’s a little later than usual when I hear Rick's footsteps on the landing. He goes to fetch Beth from her room, and I count their footsteps all the way down the stairs, waiting for them to enter the shed outside before I creep out after them and take my position at the door. Rick knows I watch. And he has no shame in what he does. In fact, I’m convinced the sick fucker gets off on it.
I don’t care, just so long as Beth sees me here and knows I’m with her.
Rick climbs over her, taking out his cock and forcing himself inside her, and I wait for her to notice me through the window, so she knows that I’m here and she’s not alone.
It doesn’t take long for her eyes to meet mine, and she smiles at me sadly as she takes her shallow breaths and closes her eyes.
Something's not right, and I look down at myself in disgust when I realize that my dick’s hard. Yeah, it’s happened plenty of times before. Yesterday I got a boner in homeroom, and there wasn’t a female in sight.
But having one here, like this, doesn't feel right. In fact, it feels fucking sick. I quickly turn my back on them and take my position on the floor, trying to blank the inappropriate cock situation from my mind as I find my rivets in the earth and start to scrape.
I sit and listen to Beth’s helpless breaths and Rick's grunts, feeling myself getting harder and growing more and more disgusted with myself. The frustration claws deeper inside me. My ball sack feels like it’ll fucking explode if I don’t give it some relief, and my stomach clenches, threatening to empty. I refuse to touch myself. I can’t. It would make me as bad as him. Beads of sweat start to trickle over my forehead, and I try to focus on something other than the sounds coming from behind me.
I’m not turned on by this. I get turned on by the magazines Rick keeps in the basement and the calendar of topless women on motorbikes Terry has on the wall at the gym.
The footsteps come way sooner than usual, and when I rush to my feet, preparing to bolt back to the house, I realize I’m too late when a heavy hand lands on my shoulder.
“You alright, son?” The light pours onto me from inside the shed, and Rick looks down at my sweatpants and smirks.
“I was just…” I stutter, humiliation turning my skin hot.
“I know what you were doing,” he laughs, and when I look over his shoulder, I see Beth sitting on the couch. Her nightdress strap hangs off her shoulder, and her eyes stare at the floor blankly.
“You see this. Your big brave brother here likes what he sees, Princess.” Rick chuckles, and the anger inside me accelerates.
“You’re sick.” I stretch up on my toes to get in his face, but his shovel of a hand grabs me by the scruff and slams me into the wall so hard that I feel my bones crack.
“I ain’t the one who's got a chub on for my little sister.” Rick looks between our bodies and snarls, releasing me and walking back toward the house.
I look across to Beth and see her staring back at me in disgust. It makes the pain throb in the back of my head seem insignificant.
I go to move toward her, but she shakes her head at me and holds up her hand.
“Don’t, Caden, not tonight.” She stands up and walks toward me, but instead of coming with me, she shuts the door, blocking me out because I’m a sicko.
She thinks I’m like him, and as I stare down at the throbbing hard dick in my pants, I find it real hard to disagree with her.
The memory makes me shudder and only makes me more certain I’m doing the right thing.
I ignore the pain in my chest as I move over to the drawer that Lydia’s made hers and shift through the various items of clothes that she’s accumulated from the girls since she’s been here.
