big brother knows that his relationship with the older of his little siblings is... strained
his friends with little siblings tell him its normal, especially when theyre so close in age, especially as they both get older and it comes closer to big brother moving out. siblings dont get on so well when theyre living on top of each other, sometimes. thats just life
he doesnt have what youd call a typical sibling relationship with his baby brother, though - hes pretty sure his friends arent fucking their younger siblings - and his relationship with middle sib has, bar infrequent, short stretches of time, always been sort of tense, he thinks. theres always been something going on that he cant figure out
hes leaving, though. his baby brother is about to lose him to college, and he needs to know hes not leaving him to be on his own; so he braves the unfamiliar territory of middle sibs bedroom, pushing through the door and sitting on the edge of their bed
they dont look up from their book. dont even acknowledge his presence outside of pausing halfway through turning a page, before continuing like nothing has happened
big brother forges on - talks about little brother, about how lonely hes going to be, about him needing someone to lean on, does not mention the fact their baby brother is probably going to be desperate to get fucked, too, because little brother can figure that out for himself, but emphasises that hes going to need attention - and gets almost through his whole spiel before he realises middle sib is looking at him
that they look pissed off
'you heard me. get the fuck out. you think you can come in here and tell me i have to start revolving around the space your favourite sibling takes up because youre fucking off to college and cant spoil him any more? fuck all the way off. youre not in charge of me, i dont have to do what you tell me, wont, and the fact you even dared ask after ignoring me for our entire fucking lives-'
middle sib takes a deep breath, and points at the door
big brothers mouth opens. closes. his thoughts whir, stick on the way middle sibs voice almost cracked when they talked about him ignoring them
they hiss when he grabs them by the ankle, and drags them onto their back across the bed so he can loom over them, glare up at him when he braces his arms on the bed either side of their head
'what? you jealous? you being a brat because our little brother gets more attention than you? you know if you wanted my attention all you had to do was ask for it'
middle sib looks up at him, eyes narrowing a little more; and big brother tenses when there's pressure between his legs, a thigh pushing up against his half hard cock
'you think this is me being a brat? is this what hes like? does he glare and tell you to fuck off when hes feeling neglected? he like to be manhandled and babied and mocked about being needy?'
the thigh is distracting, and big brother groans, rocks his hips down against it; before theres a hand on his jaw, fingers digging in as middle sib flips their positions, so he's on his back with them sat on his hips, glaring down at him while they keep a tight grip on his face
'youre so fucking dumb,' they hiss down at him, 'you really think im him? you think i want the same shit as him, that ill melt for you like he does, that just because youre older youre my big brother the way youre his? fuck you. you want the spoilt brat, go back to crawling into his bed. stay the fuck out of mine until you can tell the difference between us'
its actually a little embarrassing, how much that turns him on, his dick so hard its pressing up against the zip of his jeans, against the warmth between middle sibs thighs; and he watches them notice, watches them hesitate, before they scoff, letting go of his jaw and climbing off him
'youre both as bad as each other. get out. i dont need you to tell me to take care of my little brother. just because youve not been paying attention doesnt mean i just sit around all day, dickhead. fuck off before i make you'
theres a challenge in that, older brother thinks - because middle sib could try to make him, and they could fail - but he doesnt think that what its about. doesnt think they want him to bend them over the edge of their bed; not this time anyway
they want him to prove hes listening
(when he jacks off in his room he comes so hard he stops fucking breathing for a second, shoots come all the way up to his fucking chin; and he swears he can hear buzzing through the wall connecting his room to middle sibs. swears he can hear high, sweet little mewls, and maybe a breathless little gasp of his name)