You two were startled awake by bro kicking the door open recklessly. You shied away slightly, still remembering the strife. Honestly he had scared you. You doubted he would kill you but... It was still terrifying.
He strode over to the bed you and dan had been napping on and grabbed your wrist, pulling you away from the soft sheets and your warm brother. You protested feebly, but you were still exhausted.
"broooooooo im tireeeddd" you whined, purposely becoming limp, hoping your dead weight would discourage him.
"suck it up lil man." he said. His voice was suspiciously monotone, even for him.
However you flopping did nothing, and he proceeded to drag you out of dans room and towards his own. This was starting to worry you... He'd only let you in his room a handful of times before, and it took like, weeks of begging before hand. Now he was pulling you there without you even asking? Something was up. But you didn't have any time to wonder because just then he pulled open the door and threw you on his bed.
"bro- what?" sitting up confused you looked around. "why am i in here? you never let me in here."
Bro didn't answer but instead walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer. You saw him pause and close it again without getting anything. At this point you were beginning to get scared. What was he doing? Why were you here? Panic rose in your chest, something was Wrong, but you weren't sure what.
Then you heard the clink of a belt buckle. Wait what? Why was bro changing? He turned around and walked towards you slowly undoing his jeans button. Wait wait, you were confused. What was bro doing? Surely... surely he wouldn't..? Would he?
Bro leaned down over you, arms on either side blocking any escape. Now you'd begun to panic. You knew bro was sort of a perv but you never thought you'd be in this situation. You never thought anything like this would happen to you. Least of all by your BROTHERS hand. You hoped to god it wasn't happening and you were just reading too far into a completely innocent situation.
But that wasn't destined to come true because he reached down and undid your belt and jeans. You started to panic more as he pulled the rough fabric down your legs exposing your red boxers. His face was blank but you could feel his shaded eyes raking up and down your body and you felt disgusting and exposed. You just wanted him to stop stop stop and not to touch you.
You didn't realize it but you'd been yelling out incoherent gibberish in your panic and kicking out at bro. Only when he pinned your legs down and almost smothered you in his hand did you stop. This is the man you once trusted with your life. this is the man you actually looked up to. Tears started streaming down your face as the heavy feelings of betrayal and fear hit you like a ton of bricks to the goddamn face as if you were a building in need of demolishing.
the next 20 minutes were a blur of panic and pain. Everything hurt oh god it all hurt so bad. It took all your willpower to not scream in pain, you didn't want dan to worry too much. He was too big you were too small. His hands kept groping your body roughly, making the painful situation worse by leaving red welts when he clawed, and re-opening old and fresh wounds.
And like that he was done. He pulled out, cleaned off, and put his jeans back in place. You laid on the bed not moving, every movement caused a shock of pain to shoot up your abdomen and wherever your skin touched the fabric felt rough and raw. You were vaguely aware of him leaving the room but couldn't bring yourself to check. Everything hurt too much. You tried to hold it back because you were already crying and being loud about it was so uncool, but it didn't work and sobs racked your body. Every jostling breath let out a pathetic wail and made you hurt even more from the movement.
Some amount of time you couldn't be bothered to keep track of passed and everything felt dull. You were barely conscious of anything, what was going on again? Where were you where was dan. Some hands turned you over and a soft voice started talking. You couldn't tell what they were saying but you tried to respond anyway. Nothing coherent came out and it frustrated you but you kept trying. This voice was nice, you trusted it.
After a little bit of this, you felt darkness closing in. But it wasn't that stupid stereotypical death darkness, it just felt like sleep. And, well, after the day you had you felt sleep was well deserved.