Rodrick couldn't breathe even though all this was was some weird twisted fantasy he was acting out in his bedroom it felt so incredible. He couldn't believe how amazing it felt to pretend, to be dominated, to be submissive, to be ...loved. His hand that gripped his pillow loosened its snake grip and slowly slid down to his throbbing member. As the only limb that was keeping his face from impaleing into the cotton sheets left to give attention to more "erect" matter his head went face first into the pillow which was helpful considering it muffled his cries of ecstasy.
After what felt like an eternity rodrick finally mustered up the courage to add a second finger. He hasn't yet found his sweet spot and the pain just sort of lingered. As he added a second finger his vision became blurry; his eyes becoming a little more blurry from the tears making their imminent escape. The pain was still there but he needed to be stretched out even further. He felt like he needed to be punished for anything he just needed to cope with this feeling of guilt. He added not one more finger but two, for a total of 4 digits. "Naaaaahhh!" Rodrick finally hit his prostate and his back arched, his knees gave way and his bodie buried itself into the mattress as he came into his hand. He panted for a while in an attempt to steady his breathing. When he finally calmed down he grabbed one of his pillows that had been pushed to the side and wrapped his arms around it. He tightened his grip around the pillow; pretending that someone was tightening their arms around him. As he dozes off he whispered "Im sorry" and his eyelids betray him
The next day
Greg's POV
I waited in the kitchen for rodrick to get out of the bathroom so I could brush my teeth. He was acting a little strange. He was being nice, caring and weirdest of all he wasn't picking on me. Ok maybe it wouldn't be strange for anyone else but it was to me. Rodrick was always messing with me and this was just freaky. He hadn't hit me or argued with me or made my life miserable in weeks. The only time he got even remotely mad at me was when I walked in his room one night a couple days ago because I heard something. I don't know why he was so mad.
A couple nights ago
I had just finished brushing my teeth and another day of being me was coming to a close. I was glad that I hadn't seen rodrick all day that morning and most of the afternoon and even now as I get ready for bed I didn't see him. I was almost in my room when I heard something. It was very faint and it almost sounded like a scream or a groan or something. It kept going on and I guess mom and dad didn't hear it because their room was farthest away. As stupid as I was I just had to know where it was coming from. I listened carefully and I heard it again it was coming from rodricks room. I walked to the top of the steps and I saw a crack in the door. I was glad; I wouldn't make so much noise. I slowly slid the door open a little further but I still couldn't see. The groaning was getting louder flashes of "aah" and "mmm"'s were now very clear but still not loud enough to be heard from far away. I was trying to be as quiet as possible but his robe got snagged in the broken floor boards of the attic and i tumbled into the eldest of the heffly boys room.
i stumbled into the room and landed on the the shagged carpet. When i finally got my face off the floor i saw rodrick without his shirt on(as usual) and... Dad? I stood up and rodrick wrapped the blanket around his bodie and practically screamed at me to "get the hell out Greg!" I didn't obey because for 1 dad was there and for 2 I really did want to know why he was here. "Uhhh dad what are you doing in rodricks room" I asked hesitantly. Rodrick turned slightly; just enough to get a view of dads face and he looked almost worried. When he turned back to face me( still clutching the blanket to his chest) dad wrapped an arm and pulled him closer to his chest which was barely covered by a buttoned up dress shirt which was in fact not buttoned at all and said "look Greg, rodrick was having a nightmare so I'm just here to help him get to bed". I couldn't really tell if dad was telling the truth but why would he lie to me. Dad stood up from the bed kissed rodrick on the forehead and came over to me. "Rodricks alright now so we can get to bed" he kissed me on the forehead and walked out of the room. I looked back at rodrick and his eyes burned holes into me. He was angry as fuck... All I wanted to know was why.