Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older. This piece centers on the humiliation of an inebriated guy, at the hands of his older brothers, during his eighteenth birthday party. It doesn't involve any incest; however, typical fraternal boundaries are crossed.
Brothers can be some of your closest allies; they can also be your greatest adversaries. At least, that was my experience growing up. My mother had begged the Virgin Mary for a little girl; alas, she ended up with four boys.
We were a rough-and-tumble bunch who would routinely destroy furniture, break bones, and cause general havoc throughout our earlier years. It wasn't until we'd all entered our teens that we'd found a rhythm that was more supportive, even though old rivalries would still rear their ugly heads on occasion.
There is no clearer example of the complex nature of our relationship than Chip's birthday. My youngest brother had the misfortune of being born on April Fool's Day. We'd fallen into the tradition of pranking him every year.
It had started when our eldest brother, Sam, had fed him a can of dog food as a "birthday surprise" on his seventh. As one might expect, Chip had been devastated, and us older brothers had thought it was hilarious. My mom had punished us, which had further cemented Chip's status as the coddled baby of the family. I think we'd resented the special attention he'd always received, which was why we were so happy to have April Fool's Birthday as an excuse to rain on his proverbial never-ending parade.
We had been debating what prank to pull for Chip's eighteenth birthday. Sam, who was twenty-two at the time, was arguing for something that would embarrass him. He suggested shaving his head while he was sleeping. My younger brother, Kyle, who was nineteen, didn't have any specific idea. I think he was just happy that being a year older than Chip had afforded him the privilege of not being fucked with on his birthday; he only participated to keep the attention off of himself.
I had thought about how I didn't want to play a normal trick on Chip that debased him. He was already more type-A than any of us. He spent most of his time focused on being the best he could at football, school, and socializing. He had become very strait-laced as a way to cope with all of the self-imposed pressure. I just wanted to see him relax. That's why, as the date loomed nearer and no other idea had gained traction, I suggested that our prank should focus on getting Chip to lower his inhibitions for once in his life. To my surprise, my brothers agreed with my suggestion, and our brainstorming session came alive.
It was about 5 p.m. on Friday, April 1
st
. Chip had officially been eighteen years old for seven whole hours. My parents were out of town, but would be returning the next day. We were going to have a family celebration at Chip's favorite restaurant. We had decided to capitalize on having the house to ourselves for the evening with a small get-together.
Chip was taking a shower; I was in the kitchen, hunting through the cupboards for snacks. I heard Sam and Kyle walking through the front door. Sam had taken a job a few hours away, so he only came home on random weekends and for special occasions.
"Hey, bro!" Sam shouted as he walked into the kitchen with Kyle lagging behind him.
"Good to see you," I replied as I planted my palm across his broad shoulder. "How was the train ride?"
"Not bad, not bad," he said. "It'll have been worth it to get wild tonight. Kendra's thinking about stopping by and I'm getting the vibe she's missed my dick."
Sam gestured to his crotch as if he was landing a Boeing 747. Kyle, who appreciated his antics, let out a loud chuckle before nodding in approval.
"Nice," I said, walking the line between being supportive and not wanting to engage.
"Did you bring the goodies?" I asked.
"Right here," Sam said, patting the right chest pocket of his blue plaid shirt.
"Where is baby bro, anyways?" he asked.
"He said he was going to get ready for the evening, so he's upstairs," I said.
"Well, let's go give him his present," Sam replied with a smirk. "It'll need time to kick in if we want him to loosen up before people start to arrive later."
Sam walked towards the living room before pausing right at the doorway. He quickly grabbed a bottle of rum I had placed on the counter; it probably only had ten shots left in it. He grinned at us; I was already starting to guess that he was going to make his own adjustments to the prank we'd planned together. He was the oldest; he took it as his prerogative.
We made our way to Chip's room on the second floor. I could hear that the shower wasn't running, but I didn't know if Chip was in his bedroom or the shared bathroom in the hallway. As we approached his room, I could hear some vague muttering through the door.
Sam suppressed a laugh and put his finger to his lips, indicating the he wanted us to be quiet. He placed his ear against the door to better listen to what was being said. I wondered if Chip's girlfriend had come over. I thought he'd said she was at a gymnastics competition, so she wouldn't be able to celebrate with him on his birthday.
Sam pressed his large hand over his entire mouth, but his eyes sparkled with uproarious delight. He slowly pushed open the door a few inches to see what was happening. After watching for about twenty seconds, he motioned for me and Kyle to step forward. He pressed on the door so that it gently opened all the way without making even the smallest noise.
My baby brother was standing completely in the buff in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. I wasn't sure what I was looking at, but he seemed to be putting on a show for himself. At six-foot-four, he was the tallest of us, which irked Sam to no end. He weighed two-hundred-and-twenty pounds, and it was mostly muscle. I knew that he tried to lift weights for at least an hour every day.
Chip was holding his right bicep in the air and flexing it. I doubted it was intentional, but his firm ass was tightening as well, making it look even more pronounced. He appeared to be looking into his own green eyes in the reflection, as he shook his head to make his dewy, blond locks fall into a different position.
"Do you like that, baby?" he asked. "You wanna suck it?"
He nodded down at his crotch; I noticed he was holding his phone in his left hand. It started to click that we could very well be peeping on some type of sexting situation with his girlfriend, Jessica. I couldn't help but look where his camera was pointing. I could see that, while he wasn't hard, he definitely wasn't soft either. My eyes widened as I realized that he had to be at least seven inches long, although only partly erect, and as girthy as a can of Red Bull.
I knew I needed to stop the oddly incestuous voyeurism that was playing out. I grabbed the door knob so it would look as if we had just entered, rather than revealing we'd been gawking. I pushed it forcefully and yelled, "Surprise! Happy Birthday!" as it banged against the wall.
Chip spun around on his heels before freezing for a split second. I could see shock, embarrassment, and anger wash over his face in respective waves. Sam and Kyle had taken a different approach; they were doubled over with laughter. Chip's face began to turn a rosy hue which was mirrored on his large pecs.
"Haven't you assholes ever heard of knocking?" he shouted as he frantically covered his manhood with his hands, even though one was still holding his phone.
Sam and Kyle were getting the last of the chuckles out of their systems. Sam was already standing tall; Kyle still had his hands on his knees as he leaned forward.
"Sorry," I said. "We didn't know what was going on. Are you on the phone with Jessica or something?"
