Lincoln and Loki were sitting on the Loud couch one fine Loud Friday. They were both mindlessly staring at the TV and Lincoln was relaxed and completely at ease, just enjoying a moment of rest with his oldest brother. Lincoln had lots of respect and admiration for the older teen and looked up to him almost as much as one of the superheroes in his comic books.
Loki had too many younger brothers to even keep count of. He couldn't even remember all of their names sometimes. This one sitting next to him was about as good as any of the others to him. He thought of Lincoln as a particularly weak boy. He couldn't remember him ever standing up for himself or throwing a punch or ever impressing him with any other outward show of masculinity or fortitude. If anything he just made a good target for teasing.
Sitting there bored and with nothing better to do, the idea of teasing this wimpy little boy was starting to look more and more appealing as an easy form of entertainment for the older boy. He reached over and poked Lincoln in the ribs, hard. "OW!" Lincoln shrieked in surprise. "What the Heck!"
"What?" Loki replied tauntingly, "I thought you liked being tickled?" and poked him in the same spot again with nearly as much force as the first time. "That's not tickling!" Lincoln exclaimed indignantly, quickly covering his side with both hands in the now tender area in which he had been repeatedly jabbed. "Ha, so you do like being tickled?" Loki chuckled, "You are such a wuss" he said smugly.
Lincoln started as if to get up to escape, but Loki was quicker. He pounced on his little brother and held him down, pinning him to the couch. "Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easy" he said firmly while imposing himself onto the boy. Lincoln struggled and squirmed but was unable to free himself. He didn't know what he had done to trigger this attack and he wondered to himself what he had done to deserve it. He loved his oldest brother, and knew there was probably a good reason behind what was happening. He could feel tears welling in his eyes, not from the wrestling or the poking but from a feeling of shame. He felt like he had disappointed Loki somehow.
"Are you literally crying? Seriously?" Loki said with contempt. "Jeez, you're not even worth it" and with that Loki reached down and gave Lincoln a light slap right to his crotch. The pain wasn't intense but it was strange and sharp. Loki had made direct contact with Lincoln's testicles and they both knew it. Lincoln cried out softly and his hands went straight between his legs in a defensive manner. Loki finally released Lincoln and allowed him to roll off of the couch and onto the floor in a little ball of pain and humiliation. "Next time I want you to fight back" Loki said authoritatively, "Do you hear me twerp?" Lincoln couldn't respond, he was on the verge of tears and was happy to just escape the room as quickly as he could. Still cupping his balls he hustled up the staircase and fled into his bedroom.