Bullying My Mute Little Brother

Pseudo-incest, older top, first-person narration from the top's perspective.

I didn't like the mute little brother my stepmother brought with her. He was pale and scrawny, always keeping his head down like a quail that would never grow up.

So I picked on him at every turn, bullying him. Only then would he look up at me. His big, round eyes would fill with tears, but he would grit his teeth and stay silent.

Exactly. He was a little mute. He couldn't speak, and he was living under someone else's roof. Even when he was wronged, he wouldn't dare tell anyone. That was what the woman had known would happen when she married into our family.

But no matter what, I never would have imagined that my well-behaved, obedient mute little brother would kiss a man.

That he would rise onto his toes, cup the other man's face, and kiss him as if making an offering.

And that man was my childhood friend.

Hah.

When did they get together?

Disgusting.

I didn't care. What he did with anyone else had nothing to do with me. What was there to care about in a spineless mute?

After that, my childhood friend came to see me more and more often. I knew he was there for Qiu Xi. His gooey gaze practically strung itself out, winding round and round the body of my personal punching bag.

Hah.

I pretended not to know and left the two of them alone in my room.

Sure enough, my friend immediately went over to Qiu Xi and hooked his little finger around his.

Hah. I hadn't even gone far. I was watching through the crack in the door. Couldn't they wait until they were sure no one was around?

Sure enough, the next second, they started kissing again.

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

I took out my phone and snapped a picture of the evidence.

Qiu Xi, if you're that desperate, why not try something more interesting...

Reading notes:

1. This might be a short story, or it might run longer, but it probably won't exceed 100,000 words.

2. The bottom could speak before, but became mute later in life.

3. A weak bottom and a gloomy, scheming top. The top is very good at putting on an act, but will change later on.

4. First-person narration from the top's perspective. This is a let-loose kind of story, updated whenever inspiration strikes.

Who understands the joy of picking on a little mute? He's been teased until all he can do is whimper and cry. He wants to gesture for you to stop, but his mean big brother grabs his wrist and bullies him even harder...

So delicious, hehehe!

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