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  They didn't even keep it secret. I think that's what annoyed me more than anything. We could hear their moans and screams from the living room. I think they were doing it on purpose just to wind me up. Tommy was, that I did know.

  He thought he could do anything and get away with it because he was mother's favourite. I listened to their pretend passionate sounds for another minute. David's sporadic giggling broke up the continuous noise. Trust him to find it funny. Then again, David found nearly everything funny, due to our older brother being wrong in the head.

  David had a stalk on. At first, I thought that's what he found funny until I looked down my body and saw that I too was similarly excited. This annoyed me more than the betrayal "I'm going to smash his teeth through the back of his skull."

  My brother's grin abruptly fell off his stupid face when he realised that I wasn't messing about. David gaped at me for a full minute before he slowly shook his large head. “That's not allowed."

  The two upstairs were still going at it. I briefly wondered if I'd be able to last for so long. She and David had been having sex for three years, so she was bound to know what she was doing. It didn't bother me that the ape and her used to fuck each other every night while I used to play with myself while listening to them. After all, what they were doing was normal, it was right because our mother said it was alright. I turned around and stalked over to the living room door. I wanted to kill him. In fact, I wanted to kill them both. They wouldn't have done this if our mum was still the house. They wouldn't dare.

  “It's not allowed,” he repeated.

  “Fuck what's allowed,” I snapped.

  He followed me up the stairs and for once, David's mouth was shut tight, an attribute which our sister and her legs should have considered before seducing Tommy. I stopped halfway up the steps. How strange. A moment ago, my rage was focused on Tommy. I blamed him for jumping the gun and convincing her to break one of the rules. I hadn't contemplated that perhaps he was blameless.

  I continued my ascent. Oh, the little bastard wasn't totally blameless, that's for sure, but if it's dangled in front of you, only a fool would refuse. He wasn't a fool and neither was she.

  “There are some strawberries in the fridge, James. Why don't we eat theirs too?"

  The big idiot did not want to go through with this and I didn't blame him. We both knew that mum would go wild if I hurt any of them. It would be a return to the early days. I looked into his slobbering face then returned my gaze to Tommy 's bedroom door and right at that moment, I knew she was the one who had instigated this. She wanted to hurt me, to make me suffer, to punish me.

  She also knew that I wouldn't let it lie.

  I reached the landing, silently crept passed the bedroom of sin and entered my bedroom. David wasn't so quiet but it didn't matter, with the noise those two were making, those bastards wouldn't hear a herd of elephants stampeding past the door.

  “Can't we just eat their food, James?”

  I lifted my mattress to reveal a kitchen knife which I stole three months ago. David's eyes bulged in their sockets.

  “So it was you!”

  The knife felt like an extension of my own hand. I took it because it felt like it belonged to me. We all suffered whipping and the hose pipe because of the theft but this didn't concern me. Looking at David, I didn't think he would understand.

  I grabbed it and held the knife in front of him. “I found this under your bed," I hissed. "It's okay, I know it wasn't you." I opened his fingers and carefully placed the handle in his palm. I did not want anybody to touch my knife but I did what was necessary. One of those two must have done it, David. It's the only explanation.

  His fear had already left him. Conflicting feelings were now fighting for dominance somewhere inside his slow mind. I almost felt sorry for him. David like his days to follow a set pattern of predictable routine, where he didn't have to experience complex human emotions.

  “She wouldn't do this. No way. She loves me. She told that loads of times.”

  I nodded. David would do anything for the girl while it was his turn to fuck her. She lives like a queen. “No, I don't think it was." I leant in closer. “You know Tommy wants the best presents from Santa this year. He wants everything for himself. He has mum's love. He has the girl. Now he wants to get rid of me and you." I paused to allow my words to sink in before hitting him with the final blows. "Just imagine what would have happened to you if mum had found that knife under your bed."

  His face drained of blood.

  “She would put me in the garden for the bird's and the worms.”

  I closed his fingers around the knife handle. “Then let's do him before he can find another way to make us disappear." I had almost got him. "David, once he's gone then I'll even share the girl with you."

  “You, you would do that?”

  “Of course I would. You are my best brother.” I laid my hand on his shoulder. "We'll kill Tommy, fuck her then we'll eat those strawberries." Now that I had primed my weapon, I had to think of some way to ensure David got the blame for Tommy's death. It shouldn't be too difficult.

  It was one of my hidden talents.

  David made no noise as we approached his soon to be resting place. If it wasn't for his huge shadow blocking out some of the light, I would have sworn he had chickened out. The room beyond had gone quiet. The pair must be sleeping, collapsed in each other's arms, exhausted after their marathon sex session.

  David's erecting brushed against my thigh. It took a great deal of effort not to spin around and slap it away. Instead, I looked down and saw that I too was now aroused.

  The door handle felt slippery under my hand.

  “I think they've gone to sleep.”

  His hot breath brought my neck hairs to attention. My ribs hurt thanks to my racing heart. I was sweating buckets and my cock had never been so stiff.

  I opened the door a crack, counted to three then slipped into the dark room. David followed me in, still doing a perfectly good impression of a mouse. He left the door open enough to allow the light from the landing to guide us to their sleeping forms.

  I stood at one side and David stood at the other side. He grinned at me and I returned the gesture. It felt good to be close to another human, even if I was only using him as I would use that knife.

  Beneath the coarse blanket, somebody moaned. I grabbed the edge, nodded at David then pulled it down.

  A single figure blinked up at me at the same time the girl unpeeled her naked body from the wall and darted out of the door.

  The little bastard even had the cheek to smile up again me, acting like he was no more guilty than stealing food. That expression soon altered when Tommy's gaze fell upon the knife in David's large hand.

  I slapped my hand over his mouth to stop the boy speaking. I had no wish for his possible dialogue to poison the words that I'd already implanted into the older boy's thick head.

  “Did you enjoy pushing your worm into her honey-pot? You vile, selfish cuntbucket,” I snarled. "Grab his feet!"

  As soon as David's fat fingers were around Tommy's ankles, I snatched my hand away, folded my fingers then punched him in the mouth. I gained a small amount of satisfaction by hearing a couple of cracks.

  “You've broken some of his teeth!”

  I nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I know. We had better turn him on his front, David. We don't want him choking on those bits of shattered teeth." Actually, I would have quite enjoyed watching that spectacle but I had other, more painful plans for Tommy.

  David and I spun him over and twisted Tommy so his head dangled over the side of the bed. The big idiot then released one of Tommy's ankles and slapped the boy's arse.

  “That's for trying to get me into trouble with the knife.”

  Tommy howled in agony. I wasn't surprised either. David made two of me and I was much larger and stronger than that weeping boy beneath me. Tommy mumbled something incoherent which I responded by giving his ear a savage twist. “David, pass
me the knife."

  As soon as the boy heard that, he bucked and struggled, doing his hardest get break free from us. David slapped his arse again. I desperately tried not to laugh.

  I got down on my knees, grabbed his hair and lifted his head up until it was level with mine. “You have really pretty eyes. David, grab his arms on hold him. Make sure the little fucker can't move an inch."

  David's trademark laughter filled the room while Tommy pleaded with me to let him go. That wasn't going to happen, no matter how much snot dribbled out of his nose.

  “You disgust me.” I pressed the tip of my blade against his cheek then drew a bloody line all the way up to the bottom of his eye. “Such pretty eyes." Tommy's shriek came close to shattering my ear drum when I pushed the tip an inch into his eye.

  I had to press my hand over his mouth to dampen his noise. It was horrible. He covered my hand in snot, blood as well as some dirty goop which had dribbled out of his eye.

  “David, why don't you fuck him?” I smiled at his table leg sized cock and inwardly shuddered at the thought of what would be going through Tommy's terrified mind right now. It might even take away the agony of his eye. I know I would be at the thought of that monster tearing my insides.

  The boy under me shivered. I was about to slap him when I saw the sweat dripping off David's face. It then hit me that it was the big lad who had the shivers and the vibration travelled through Tommy.

  He licked his lips. “Oh my, I never thought of doing that." He pulled Tommy's bumper cheeks apart and giggled. "There isn't much difference."

  Tommy was really struggling now. It took most of my strength to keep the little bastard still. I was grinning from ear to ear while watching David force that monster into Tommy. My erection hadn't softened either but I was saving that for her. My excitement wasn't sexual. To be honest, I found this whole endeavour rather distasteful. What excited me was this was happening because of me. I was the sole reason for Tommy's agony.

  “It's no good, James, it won't go in.”

  “Don't you worry about that, my friend!”I shouted, giggling. "All you need is some lubrication. " I sliced a deep groove down Tommy's back, about an inch parallel to his spine. Thick blood flowed all the way down Tommy's Arse crack. "Try now, David. That should do it."

  I pressed down on Tommy's shoulder blades while David pushed that monster deep inside Tommy. From the angelic look now showing on the big guy's face, I guessed that the blood did the trick.

  As he thrust his body against Tommy, I found my mind looking for a way out. Mum was bound to go spare when she found out what we had done to her favourite son. Tommy was not going to live past tonight. I moved my hands onto the back of his neck as David's thrusting was making the skin on Tommy's back loosen and it felt really weird.

  I pushed Tommy's head further down then leant across his back at the same time that David grunted once. He grinned at me.

  “That was fun. Do you want a go?”

  I watched in revulsion as he pulled his blood and shit stained cock out of the boy's ruptured hole and wiped most of the mess onto Tommy's Star Wars quilt cover I shook my head. “No, it's okay. Consider this my treat."

  David walked over to the door and peered through the gap. I guess he was looking to see if she was hanging around. Not that I was all that bothered. There was plenty of time to sort her out. Right now, I had to finish off Tommy.

  I lifted his head. The boy hadn't yet expired. That surprised me, but I wasn't sad. In fact, his continued existence cheered me right up. It meant I could hurt him again.

  This was the first time that I had ever been intentionally cruel to anyone in the house. I knew that there was no warmth shared with anyone in the house. Empathy had never visited this dysfunctional family. Yet, it hadn't even entered my mind to brutalise another human, not even mother. Now though. I twisted the knife handle, watching the light from hallway glint off the bloodied blade. Now though, I had just discovered that I rather enjoyed hurting people.

  Thanks to David's frantic exertions, the sliced skin had slipped further from Tommy's spine. I could actually see the back of his ribs. With my free hand, I pinched his skin together and pulled the flap as hard as I could. Tommy suddenly found his voice again. David came running in at the sound of the boy's shrieking. His dick was still dripping goop onto the floor. In the dim light, it looked like he was pissing chocolate sauce.

  It was very funny

  I knew David was desperate to tell me something but he could wait. I so wanted to see if I could make the boy scream even harder. I rested the tip of the blade against two ribs then turned the knife minty degrees. I winked at David before pushing the knife down.

  Tommy didn't scream again, he just exhaled loudly before going utterly still. “Fuck."

  “Is he dead?”

  I nodded.

  “Oh.” David paused then licked his lips. “I think she's left the house, so does this mean we can have all their strawberries now?"

  CHAPTER TEN

  Donnie is quiet now. I haven't had to gag him either, so that's good. It is a struggle to stop myself from sighing. All the buzz, the excitement of turning this boy into the ultimate Franco has left me. This time, I fear it could be for good.

  Rain splatters against the bedroom window. The wallpaper around the window frame turned black years ago. It seemed that the only force desperate to change this room was Mother Nature. Even after all these years, I still can't understand why I've never done anything about Tommy's old bedroom. It's not like I used it. In fact, this is the first time I've been in here for over a decade.

  Apart from the effects of the weather, nothing has changed. His toys are where they left them on the three shelves, opposite me. The bed is still in the same position and the dark blue drawers still contain the clothes that he was only allowed to wear inside his bedroom.

  Donnie shifted his body, but he still stayed silent. I did find a tiny amount of satisfaction in this, considering he couldn't be too comfortable. Perhaps it was a lie to say that nothing had changed, for just this morning, once I awoke with the memory of what I had done to Tommy still whirling through my mind, I came in here, armed with four thick metal hooks. I screwed two into the floorboards in front of the side of Tommy's bed and the other two on the opposite side.

  The boy now laid in the same position that David and I placed Tommy, only unlike that long dead boy, Donnie could not escape as I shackled his wrists and ankles to those metal hooks using four pairs of handcuffs.

  I sat beside him, my hand tenderly stroking the back of his head. The excitement might have left me but the craving for company hadn't. We have been in this position for over an hour now. To reassure Donnie, I play with his hair. Sometimes, I stroke his naked flesh. We might even be developing a connection. I hope so, although it really is too early to say for sure.

  I think there might be something wrong with the inside of my head.

  First the memory blackout and now I dream of Tommy. I had no worry that those missing memory fragments would resurface. I just had to give them time to assemble. What did annoy me was why my elements of my past decided to pay an unwelcome visit. The time when the others still lived in this house was supposed to be sealed away in an area of my mind. Shut tight, never to come back.

  The past was the past, nothing could be learned from looking to what had gone before. The only way is to aim for the future. It was that simple. There certainly wasn't anything to gain from dredging up memories from that part of my life, no way!

  Donnie released a quiet moan which brought me from my reverie. I blinked rapidly before checking on the time. This couldn't be correct, another hour had vanished. I frowned before slowly standing up. My bones cracked and I felt the beginnings of pins and needles in the back of my legs.

  I kneeled down, not even caring about the pain I was in, and unlocked the cuffs around Donnie's ankles. I stood him up, walked around the other side and unlocked his ankles. “We should eat something, Donnie. Do you like straw
berries?” I didn't give him time to answer that one, there was no point as all boys loved strawberries. I picked him up and carried the boy back into the transition room.

  “This might interest you.” I carefully placed him on the bed then handed him his rough blanket. “Many years ago, another boy, of your age, was placed in the same position that I put you in. He was very pretty as well, Donnie. Do you know what happened to him?”

  The boy shook his head. I wasn't sure but it looked as though Donnie was about to cry. In fact, I was sure of it. Something told me that Donnie had already guessed what I was about to say next. Their young minds, while not as vile as their teenage counterparts, still had an unhealthy obsession with all things about sex.

  “I once had a brother, you see. Hung like a donkey he was, too.” I bent my knees until my eyeline equalled Donnie's. “Can you guess what he did?” I then cupped my crotch and rubbed it, while watching Donnie's face drain of blood.

  I stood up, and rubbed my hands together. “Right,” I announced, grinning. “There are loads I have to do today, so why don't I fix us a sandwich? I bet you must be starving.” My last image of Donnie before locking that door was him rocking back and forward while clutching that blanket in his little hands.

  He really did have pretty eyes.

  Donnie had corned beef while I made myself roast ham, with lettuce and tomato. We ate in silence. The boy ate every crumb. I even gave him a half of my sandwich. It's good to share food. The light snack did help me find some of my lost focus, which was good, considering what I had planned for the rest of the day.

  I left him in the transition room while I got myself ready for the task ahead. In times past, pre-Donnie, the task, as it were, wouldn't exactly be stressful. It was a simple task of taking them out, mutilating the body before snapping off a few pictures. Hell, I could do that in my sleep. Not with Donnie's father though. His punishment required a slower and riskier form of punishment. For one thing, the camera was old hat. It was time for me to get down with the kids and embrace modern technology.