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Malcolm really wants a paintball gun for his birthday so he has decided to do every thing he can to get it, that means being nice to his siblings, no fighting, no sarcastic comments and no breaking things.
Malcolm wasn't gonna tell anyone his plan to be on his best behavior because they would try and take advantage of him-- he'd already thought this through for a very long time. Malcolm got home from school and of course Reese was already home before him since he likes to race home with squirrels.. anyway, Malcolm sat on the opposite side of the couch not saying a word which is unusual because usually he's complaining about something. Reese took notice to this and was suspicious. "What are you doing?" Reese said with a suspicious look on his face. "Uh nothing?" Malcolm replied trying not to seem suspicious. "Whatever it is, I will find out." He says as he got closer and pointed a finger at Malcolm and he got off the couch and walked away and Malcolm just rolled his eyes.
Malcolm was getting ready to go to Stevie's house to hangout when Reese came out of no where and walked by him and spilled water all over his shirt. "What the hell was that for?!" Malcolm shouted and Reese shrugged and just stood there and Malcolm remembered his birthday and was quick to forgive him. "You know what, it's okay, it's just a stupid shirt anyway." He said smiling sweetly at Reese. That confused Reese since he purposely spilled that water on him. He felt the need to get to the bottom of this.
LATER
Malcolm is back from Stevie's and he was wearing his Red school Basketball outfit, Red basketball shorts and his Red basketball top, and Reese is in their room trying to figure out his math homework when Malcolm comes in. "Hey Reese." He says as he takes a chair to sit next to Reese. "What do you want, can't you see I'm trying to do homework?" Reese said as he rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, my bad." He says smiling stupidly, he doesn't leave he just keeps staring at Reese. "What the hell are you looking at butt wipe?!" Reese says getting angrier as he threatens to hit Malcolm with a gesture. Malcolm flinches but responds kind of calmly "Do you want some help with that? I can study with you if you want." He says smiling, his smile was kind of cute and Reese just couldn't turn down his offer. "Yeah fine, sure, whatever." Reese said pretending not to care.
"To find the value of X in this linear equation, we first need to isolate the variable by performing inverse operations. Start by subtracting the constant from both sides to maintain the equality, then address the coefficient attached to the variable. Since the term is 3x you’ll divide both sides by 3 to undo the multiplication. It’s all about maintaining a perfect balance; whatever you do to the left side, you absolutely have to do to the right, or the whole relationship falls apart. Once the variable stands alone, the solution is right there in front of you!"
"Look, you're actually getting really close," Malcolm said, forcing a smile that felt slightly tight around the edges.
He watched Reese doodle a caricature of a fuming teacher in the margin of his notebook instead of solving for X. "The way you handled that last step was um... creative! If we just pivot back to the formula, you'll have it down in no time.
"Reese leaned back, spinning his pencil and smirking. "You're being less annoying today. It’s actually kind of nice when you aren't calling me a moron every five seconds." Reese said smiling.
"I figured I’d give us both a break for once," Malcolm said, tilting his head and offering a soft, practiced smile that masked his internal countdown to the gift reveal. He let his gaze linger on Reese's, making sure to keep his expression warm. "Besides, it's a lot easier to appreciate how quickly you're picking this up when we aren't arguing . You’re actually pretty impressive when you focus, you know?"
Reese wanted to test Malcolm's and began trying to balance a highlighter on his nose. Malcolm couldn't take another minute of this but knew he had to stay patient.
"I'm serious, Reese, you’ve got a real knack for this when you actually try," Malcolm said, his voice dripping with a sweetness that felt physically exhausting to maintain.
He ignored the fact that Reese had just spent ten minutes trying to balance a highlighter on his nose. Instead of snapping, Malcolm reached over and gently steadied the highlighter, letting his fingers brush against Reese’s skin longer than necessary. Reese froze, his smirk faltering into something more genuine as he looked at Malcolm.
"Come on Reese just finish it, please? You can do this I mean you really can."
"I guess I could do a few more pages if it keeps you acting like this." Reese replied
"Mhm!," Malcolm said, patting Reese's arm affectionately while thinking they were actually pretty nicer like this.
Reese’s hand sneakily began touching Malcolm's leg and slowly moving up to his thigh. Malcolm didn't know what Reese was up to, probably attempting to distract him for some reason.
"Okay, so... so once you’ve found the common denominator, you have to multiply the numerator by the same factor, or the whole... the whole fraction is invalid,"
He tried to keep his eyes locked on the scribbled numbers, but his grip on the pencil tightened until his knuckles turned white. Reese wasn't saying a word. He was just watching Malcolm’s face with a predatory sort of focus, his fingers inching higher, lifting Malcolm's shorts and brushing right against the end of Malcolm’s boxers.
Malcolm got nervous and pulled his basketball shorts back down to stop Reese's hand from going high.
"Reese, stop, I’m—I’m trying to finish the..." Malcolm let out a soft, high-pitched whimper as Reese’s palm suddenly slid around, squeezing firmly right where his thigh met his seat. The contact was bold and hot, and Malcolm’s back arched instinctively, his chest heaving. He was supposed to be the patient, nice tutor, but he felt his mind going completely blank.
"The next step... is to simplify," Malcolm gasped, his eyes shutting as Reese leaned in, while that hand wandered even further back, teasing the curve of his backside through the shorts. Another helpless, cutely frustrated sound escaped Malcolm’s throat—a tiny, melodic whine that betrayed exactly how much he wasn't minding the interruption. "If you... if you keep doing that... I’m going to forget why I’m even being patient with you."
"I... I can't think if you... ah," Malcolm tripped over his words as Reese’s fingers moved and hooked into his belt loop, tugging him firmly against the side of the chair. The silent, steady pressure of Reese’s hand kneading the sensitive muscle of his upper thigh was bad enough, but when Reese’s thumb hooked inward, grazing the heat between his legs, Malcolm let out a sharp, pathetic little moan that he immediately tried to swallow. He squeezed his eyes shut, the math problems on the page turning into meaningless squiggles.
"You were saying?" Reese finally spoke, his voice a vibration against Malcolm's neck as he nuzzled into the sensitive skin there. "Something about... variables?"
"The variable is—hnn—it's irrelevant," Malcolm whimpered, his head falling back onto Reese’s shoulder as the hand moved higher, exploring the curve of his ass with a possessive squeeze. The birthday present, the plan, the "nice and patient" act—it all dissapeared, replaced by the friction of Reese's jeans against him and the heavy, insistent heat of the hand roaming under his shirt now. Malcolm turned his face into the crook of Reese's neck, emitting a small, needy sound as he gave up on the lesson entirely. "I'm gonna fuck you so. bad. right now." Reese whispered into his ear and Malcolm just responded with a cute small moan and Reese roughly pushed Malcolm against the table-- actually it was more like he threw him, knocking down all their books and pencils and Malcolm's head hit the back of there shelf.
"Reese-- what the hell?! Wait a second!" Malcolm said panicked and tried to push Reese off him but Reese was bigger and overpowered him.
"Spread your legs." Reese demanded and Malcolm had no choice but to listen. Reese took out his dick and pulled Malcolm's Basketball shorts down. "Look at how fucking slutty you are with these slutty basketball shorts, you were really asking for it." "How the hell are these slutty? And stop Reese you aren't thinking clearly obviously!" Malcolm protests and kicks as Reese harshly flips him around like hes some kind of ragdoll and makes it so that Malcolm's behind is facing him and he rips off Malcolm's underwear so his ass is fully out.
Reese slaps Malcolm's face and Malcolm almost starts crying as Reese shoves two fingers in Malcolm's mouth and counts to ten and goes deeper and deeper. "Mmmfh!! Mm-stoP--!! mmmjh!!!" Malcolm begins sobbing as Reese counts
"One." Reese says shoving his fingers all inside Malcolms mouth not giving one care about anything.
"Two." Malcolm is crying and moving too much.
"Three." Reese gags him because Malcolm won't stop moving
"Four." Malcolm feels like he's gonna puke
"Five."
"Six" Malcolm could not stop crying. "Stop fucking crying you made me do this you fucking cock tease acting all fucking cute and sweet you were asking to be fucked you slut."
"Seven"
"Eight"
"Nine" And Malcolm feels hopeless, he can't believe this is real it has to be some nightmare, right? Him and Reese never really had any sexual or flirting moments...come to think of it they've had a few but never like this.
"Ten" Reese said as he pulled his fingers out of Malcolm's mouth, just to shove them into his virgin asshole roughly, making Malcolm scream and cry as he thrusted his finger in and out making a loud slapping sound every time the rest of his hand punched Malcolm's ass hard and the two fingers thrusted in and out.
"OW! Ow FUCKKK!! REESE PLEASE! STOP YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!!" Malcolm said shutting his eyes tight and Reese punched his back with full force and some how carried Malcolm's body while his dick was still shoved fully in him and then Reese walked them to the bathroom, kicking the door open and began fucking him over the sink so Malcolm could see himself.
"Look at you fucking whore I'm gonna fuck you till you fucking cry so hard stupid slut." Reese said as he forced Malcolm to look at himself, it was like something had truly taken over Reese.
"Ough! Ough! Oughh!!" Malcolm let out a loud "Ough" sound and moan every time Reese fucked back into his ass, Malcolm was bouncing and jumped on Reese's dick. For some reason, Malcolm's Basketball uniform shirt turned him on and the fact he had no shorts of underwear on made him fuck into Malcolm at an alarming speed.
"Stop. . .please Reese that's enough . . . . Ree...use....Reese stop it. . . it hurts. . too much. . . . " Malcolm was out of breath and couldn't handle Reese's fat dick in his tight virgin ass. But Reese could not care less, in fact, Malcolm's cries and sobs and pain turned him on so much. Reese was reaching his orgasm and came inside Malcolm and Malcolm thought it was over and until Reese stopped for a moment.
Reese let his cum dripping dick slide out of Malcolm's little baby brother ass and slapped Malcolm's ass hard as fuck. "Stay here you fucking whore if you move I'll fuck you till you pass out." Reese walked into their room for a moment and came back with a sharpie. Malcolm wasn't sure what he was plannning but whatever it was, it wasn't gonna be good. Reese took off the cap, he spanked Malcolm's ass like ten time and started writing on Malcolm's ass with it. "St-Stop!!" Malcolm said pushing his hand that was writing. Reese punched him in the face which made Malcolm shut up real quick.
Reese wrote things like
"Reese's property" "Slut" "Whore" "Baby" "Tight slut" "Virgin whore" "Faggot"
All kinds of words like that. He then had an idea and put the cap back on the marker as he shoved it into Malcolm's gaping hole. Malcolm was far gone and about to pass out and his face was bruising from the punches he took from Reese. All he could do at this point was let out sounds of whimpers and pain. "augh. . . oh. . . ah. . . no. .. . mmph. . . . " Malcolm was crying silently and Reese full forced the marker into Malcolm's ass and Malcolm's ass just slurped up the marker like a vacuum. That hurt and felt weird and it made Malcolm come back real quick.
"OH MY GOD! TAKE IT OUT!! PLEASE REESE I'M NOT KIDDING TAKE IT OUT PLEASE I DON'T KNOW HOW TO GET IT OUT OH MY GOD REESE!" Malcolm screamed and cried and Reese slapped a hand on Malcolm's mouth as he shoved his entire hand into Malcolm's gaping breathing hole and pulled the marker out and then shoved it into Malcolm's mouth, pulling it out and back in, gagging him with it."
Malcolm had multiple unwanted orgasms and he uncontrollably was shaking and Reese let go of Malcolm, letting Malcolm pathetically fall to the floor, laying in a pool of his own cum as he violently came and pee'd. Malcolm passed out and Reese took off his shirt and dragged him into the shower and shoved his dick really really hardly back in Malcolm to wake him up.
"Ah!! Please. . . enough Reese it's too much!!" Malcolm begged and cried. "I'm finished with you, now shower." He said as he slapped and spanked Malcolm's ass and slapped his dick all over his slutty ass before leaving him there in the shower, black marker ink dripped all over the shower floor and Malcolm felt dirty and he really did feel like a slut.