Steps Together: Part 1 - Eggs Gambit

Hey guys! New story that should have a follow up in the future (a part 2 at the least, maybe more depending on the response, inspiration, etc.) I normally don't post unless I know exactly what's coming next, so this one is different in that regard. I want to write more, but it's all a work in progress and I really don't know what's coming next. And honestly, I'm not even sure if I'll have this blog around for too much longer, so consider this a sort of warning as well. Sorry, but we all have to move on eventually.

Nonetheless, new story! Let me know what you guys think ;)

 

 

Dallas is a thirteen year old, tan-skinned skinny Hispanic boy who’s lived alone with his mother for most of his life. Until recently, when she married a handsome, wealthy businessman. When this happened, Dallas and his mother moved out of their 2 bedroom apartment and into Dallas’s new step-father’s more spacious house. 

When his mother told him this would be happening, Dallas held conflicting ideas. He grew comfortable in his apartment and he hasn’t lived with someone other than just his mother for as long as he could remember. But, he was sometimes quite lonely in the apartment and he knew that his step-father had a son, Holden, who was a few years older than Dallas at 16. So, as he thought about the idea of finally having someone else at home with him, especially an older brother, he started to become excited. 

The two boys haven’t spent much time with each other because their parents got married so quickly, even though they go to the same high school. And although they see each other in the hall sometimes and nodded, Dallas was a freshman and Holden was a junior, so they were basically strangers. Even still, Dallas thought Holden looked cool and friendly from a distance. Holden never hung out with the sports and more popular kids, which made Dallas feel that he was more approachable. Holden was always around the more chill, stage crew kids, not the drama kids that came off as a bit too much, but the more friendly and supportive guys who seem happy to help. It made Dallas pretty excited to get someone like that as a big brother. He always wanted someone  he can depend on and look up to. Someone who can help him with problems and look out for him, guide him in the right direction and talk to him about all these things he doesn’t feel comfortable talking to his mom about. Dallas always wanted a big brother. 

Holden on the other hand, enjoyed having the house to himself most of the time and wasn’t as excited to have a younger brother in the house so suddenly. The two barely know each other and now they’re supposed to live together? When his father suggested that the two boys could share the same room, Holden loudly discouraged the idea even though Dallas was right there. Hearing it made Dallas shrink in his clothes, although the younger boy was already quite tall for his age. His thin, bony frame grew nervous as he tried to look away and wondered what was wrong with him. Why was Holden already pushing him away?

Holden didn’t put much thought into his reaction, but knew how he immediately didn’t really want this to happen. Dallas looked like a nice kid, gentle, even if a bit awkward and he could tell the younger boy was nervous about this transition. But even still, that doesn’t mean he should just be totally ok with everything happening so suddenly. 

Not to mention, Dallas was already a little bit taller than Holden was despite the age difference, which might’ve played into Holden subconsciously wanting to push him away. How can a kid younger than him already be taller? Especially his about to be younger brother, something feels wrong about it. Even if his younger step-brother is taller but younger, it’s not like he had a squeaky kid voice like the other freshman. It was clear Dallas is already further on the path to manhood than most guys his age. 

But it didn’t do anything for Holden really. Holden knew he was almost a fully grown man in his own green, slightly slanted and curved eyes, his facial hair was starting to kick in and he was happy to shave every few days. His frame was developing quite nicely too, he doesn’t work out a whole lot or stress over very much, he has a natural, skinny ab’d body and slightly thicker arms and legs thanks to department management in the stage crew. Plus, he’s proud of his curly, lightly colored hair, which he thought always looked fresh. Cut fashionably shorter on the sides, he doesn’t have anything to worry about. His creamy skin was clearing up from all the pimples he had a couple years ago and things were really looking up for him. Puberty treated the young man quite well and when he looks in the mirror, Holden can finally feel confident about who he is. Holden could feel himself growing out of his shell, and perhaps that’s part of why he did not want his homelife to change. Especially changing by adding in someone who reminds me of the awkward stages he just got out of, and is already taller than he is.

Despite this, Holden was a good kid and didn’t go out of his way to make Dallas feel unwelcomed. But he certainly didn’t reach out. At least at school, Holden would nod and say hey to Dallas when he was around, but at home, with Dallas just sitting around on the couch, Holden wouldn’t even pay him any mind. It’s not like he didn’t notice Dallas turning and often nodding in Holden’s direction. He just didn’t acknowledge his younger step-brother if he could help it. He thought he felt Dallas wanting him to come by and say hi, take a seat at the couch and watch the show he’s watching with him, but he just pretended he didn’t. This was his home first and he shouldn't have to act out of his way to accommodate.

Dallas was pretty sure that Holden was intentionally ignoring him everytime he was on the couch, and it didn’t feel good. He’d always look back at the TV or down at his own thin legs in shame. His heavy set of straight dark hair hung low as the yearning teenage boy wondered what he was doing wrong. His mom knew it was bothering him, but he tried hard to tell her it’s fine. He doesn’t want to complain to his mom about Holden. That wouldn’t be cool of him.

Dallas considered and realized that this is just as much his house as Holden’s now, he guesses. And thus, with loneliness that was louder now that he shared this large house with another stranger, he grew the balls to knock on Holden’s door in a soft rhythm. 

Holden opened his door in a boring tee and sweats. They hung on him well, hanging to him comfortably with it’s thin, lenient fabric, arousing confidence from his natural, young, carefree and healthy frame. He looked over Dallas who stood over him slightly, despite his shrunken posture. He was holding his wrist with his long fingers, which was placed over the front of his tan nylon shorts. Holden looked back up at Dallas’s face and saw the nervous kid he’s seen around the house, trying to build up something to give. He noticed that his face was short yet strong, a dedicated jaw that supported his tight and noticeable cheeks. Maybe his face looked short because his hair covered his forehead. 

“Uhh, so. Do yooouu want to watch a show, or something… together, with me?”

Holden couldn’t help but smile softly at Dallas’s friendly awkwardness and pushed the door open a little bit as he leaned on the wall. 

“Uhh haha. Yeah, in a bit bro.”

Dallas looked down and smiled as he heard himself being called bro. He knew his face blushed easily. 

“But, do me a favor…” Holden started as he felt himself starting to stand ground that he wasn’t entirely sure why or where he was doing it. 

“...don’t get in a habit to knock on my door. I’m used to my privacy.”

Dallas nodded, still looking down at the ground and backed up, apologizing gently as he went back downstairs. 

Holden watched Dallas scurry away in his long, light branchy thin limbs and felt bad for letting himself talk like that. He started to wonder why he felt the need to say that, and wondered if he was acting like an asshole. After he closed the door he told himself he should give Dallas more respect. It’s not like he asked his mom to live here and crash his place or anything. He knows his dad offered them to live here. Both he and Dallas are just trying to live in the same house and make things work out. Dallas hasn’t done anything to overstep so far and has been nothing but respectful. He even started to think that having a brother might be pretty good for him. 

After this, Holden started to talk to Dallas more when he saw him around the house. The two realized that they both enjoy similar shows and movies, and can joke about the same things. Learning this made Dallas look up to Holden even more and made him want to be around the older teen more often. Dallas started to stretch out of the shell that he’s been in and was more honest and open with his new older step-bro. Holden still didn’t really go out of his way to hang out with Dallas, but could feel something comfortable in the air when around him and appreciated hanging out with him. 

As time went on, Holden thought about having a younger brother more and realized that it’s something he could really appreciate. He always wanted to horse around with other guys, but he always felt intimidated by sports and the stronger jock kids. He made friends with more nerdy types, and they were cool and all, but he didn’t feel comfortable doing everything he always felt like doing with them. And stage crew kids were fine and fun too, but they hung out with the drama kids too often, and there was always a story line with those guys. He didn’t want any trouble really, but he wondered if he could get away with more stuff with Dallas. 

As he thought about it, he went out of his way to be around Dallas more. Sort of test the waters. Every time he saw Dallas downstairs and he plopped a seat next to his younger step-bro. He saw Dallas try to act like he didn't really care, but Holden knew he did. It was endearing, and Holden started to gauge how Dallas reacted to getting pushed a bit. It started with just friendly pushes and kicks to the leg and thigh when watching TV. Dallas reacted well and started to push back a bit when it felt natural to him, though he mostly laughed it off. In a way, it almost felt to Holden that everytime he pushed him, Dallas bounced back a bit closer to Holden. Holden started to appreciate this, and took note of how warm it made him feel, and how fulfilling just messing with Dallas was. It made him smile, and feeling Dallas’s warm body press against his in jolly comradery, was a feeling that Holden didn’t realize he was missing from his life. Just pressing up against his arm or feeling his foot was noticeable to the junior. And the freshman appreciated any bit of contact he got with the step-bro he already looked up to.

Both boys grew comfortable with each other around and it helped progress their relationship, which began to include friendly banter and insults, never striking deeply, but just surface level jabs that amused both and made the day a little bit spicier. 

As Holden hung out with Dallas more, he began to notice something that he didn’t really realize before. Holden began to observe that Dallas touched and arranged his “equipment” often when he was sitting down, and it was difficult for Holden to look away. He imagined how it looked under the often soft shorts he wore, especially as Dallas adjusted it, and even as it sat there subtly, calmly basking with plenty of room as Dallas often sat with his legs spread, unless Holden plopped himself close, in which case Dallas pulled his legs closer together to accommodate. 

Holden began to think about his new step-brother’s package and thought about how it would feel to touch. He didn’t really analyze those thoughts, but did wonder if there was something weird about thinking that. He wasn’t sure, but even still he wondered about how he could feel them normally, as friends would. He thought about what he saw in the locker room during gym, and even in the hallways at school, and remembered how much fun he thought all those nuttaps were, and how everyone laughed at them. He thought everyone seemed to find those amusing. He thought he could totally do that with Dallas. 

After thinking that and deciding he wanted to try it, he looked at Dallas’s crotch more and tried to prepare himself to think of how he could go for a nutshot. Although he told himself it would be funny and noticed how everyone laughed when it happened at school, he still was a bit cautious to do it with Dallas. Taking the first step felt quite difficult. 

One day, Dallas was sitting downstairs watching TV and heard Holden coming and pulled his legs closer together, assuming he’d take a seat next to him. Holden jumped over onto the couch, close to him and Dallas smiled as he turned to Holden. As Holden landed with his feet on the couch, he schooched down and pulled his arm over Dallas’s shoulders as he did. With a charming smirk and an expression that was full of consideration, Dallas felt himself enthralled. 

“The hell you looking at me like that for?” Dallas asked, pulling on Holden’s hand as it hung over his shoulder, and jabbing his elbow into Holden’s firm stomach. 

“Ouch! You hurt me!” Holden feigned, holding a hand where Dallas’s elbow was. His eyes were squinting, and used all that time watching the drama kids work on stage to good use. 

“Oh fuck off! That didn’t hurt!”

“How can you know!?”Holden said, pulling his other arm in and holding them over his stomach, looking away from Dallas’s face and bending over now, looking down Dallas’s body. Dallas looked down, and sat further back on the couch, shifting away slightly to give him and Holden more space, and then using that space as he pushed his legs closer to the TV, then pushing them in and out, flapping his legs.

“Because I barely touched you. Plus your abs are so hard, how could my thin arm hurt you?” Dallas replied, not thinking very much about his response. He wondered if mentioning how hard Holden’s abs were was too weird, so he looked back at the TV to move on. 

Holden smirked as he saw Dallas look away, and focused his expression onto Dallas’s crotch and saw a mound in his soft, nylon shorts, which rested after the flapping around it. Holden felt himself get pulled towards it and couldn’t stop himself. This was it, and he unwound his arms, pushed his left one out and then slammed it down and inwards, hammering into Dallas’s package with a sharp purpose. 

Holden felt Dallas’s package morph under his closed fist and found the feeling to be very warm and strange. It’s not like he hasn’t felt balls and cock before, he’s fondled his own plenty of times. But feeling someone else’s felt like something totally different. Foreign yet familiar, and exciting but consuming. As his fist dug in, he felt Dallas’s meat compress both under and around, engulfing his fist as he felt both a large, round and dense orb under and around his hand, with an extra slab of meat distorting around his intrusion. 

Dallas yelped out and leaned over, bending at the waist as he suddenly felt his privates violated by his step-brother. He leaned forward until he fell to the floor, knees and forehead on the floor as if he were praying full body. 

“Awww what the fuck…”

“What? That couldn’t have hurt, I barely touched you! But, I didn’t feel anything as hard as my abs, so maybe it did hurt!”

“Fuck! Ugh, dude, my left one oh my God.” Dallas rolled onto his side then back, looking up with a sick, distant expression before he started to laugh loudly with Holden, who couldn’t help himself. 

Then his face got more serious for a second and he spasmed and shifted, “Oooo… owwww my left nut! It’s bleeding, you dickhead!”

“Haha, you were wide open.”

“Screw you… I’m gonna get you back so bad.” Dallas said as he pulled his long, smooth tan legs up and curled, rocking with both hands pressed between his legs. Holden appreciated the view, noting how Dallas was adjusting his package with his hands, how nice and silky his darker legs looked to touch. Dallas’s face was all scrunched and funny looking too. He managed to look both amused and agonized. 

Holden also thought about Dallas getting him back, and the idea felt strange and exciting to Holden. His eyes were between the show and Dallas for the next few minutes, as Dallas decided to stay on the floor and decided to watch the TV from the floor. He gradually moved from his back, to his stomach, then leaned back on the couch as he sat on the floor. Holden’s eyes kept on flickering over, watching what Dallas did with his package, adjusting it and wincing for the next few minutes. 

Later in the day, Holden was still thinking about the incident and it wouldn’t leave his mind no matter what he did in his room. He kept on thinking about how Dallas’s package felt around his fist and how he reacted, and how he said he’d get him back. Holden kept on shifting to get comfortable on his bed, but he couldn’t find a way to feel right. Eventually, he realized his mind wouldn’t quit and he went to go look for Dallas. He wasn’t downstairs, so he knocked on his door but then opened it due to impatience and saw Dallas lying on his bed. 

Seeing Holden come into his room shocked Dallas, but he was happy and he couldn’t hide his blush as he curiously watched Holden approach him. Dallas sat up in his bed, pulling his legs over the edge and wondered what was up. 

“Yo.” Holden said.

“Yooo…” Dallas responded tenderly. 

Holden didn’t know what to say or go for next. He sat on Dallas’s bed, intentionally sitting a couple feet further away from him than he wanted to, then felt that was weird for no reason and came a bit closer. 

“I’m bored.”

“Oh! Sorry. Wanna play a game or something?” Dallas asked, trying not to sound too excited. 

“Hmm… what kind of game?”

“We can play something on the PS4 or something, I have a couple extra controllers.”

“Nah, none of that nerd shit.”

“Nerd shit? Fuck off, it’s fun!”

“Yeah, I’m tired of nerd shit.”

“Bitch, I’m tired of you! Messin’, messin’.” Dallas retracted, wanting Holden to know he appreciates him coming over to hang out with him like this. 

Holden smirked and rubbed Dallas’s dark hair, messing it up and getting him to smack at his hand in jest. Holden tried to think of something to do as Dallas turned to his phone to answer a text message. 

“Mom’s at the grocery store, do you want anything?”

“Hmm, do we have any eggs?”

“I’ll ask her to pick some up.”

Holden looked away and thought a bit more as Dallas texted. He tapped his fingers on the soft bed, then shook his head and went to the floor and started doing pushups. 

He did them for a minute or so before Dallas spoke up. 

“You trying the flex or something bro?”

“I’m always flexin’. Easy to do when I’m around you, chopsticks.”

“Hey, people like chopsticks. Plus, chopsticks are white. You’re more chopsticks than I am.”

“I see you, I see you.” Holden replied as he continued to do pushups. “You’re a twig then.”

“Fine. Twig and chopsticks.”

“Right…” Holden continued to do a few more pushups before he rolled onto his back and looked up at Dallas on his bed, his legs hanging over the edge, kicking softly back and forth. Holden kicked at Dallas’s feet boredly, and Dallas responded by kicking back in turn. Holden kicked back with more energy, and Dallas responded equally. Then the two started fiercely kicking, laughing and turning it into a grapple as Holden got up and began to engage with Dallas, sturdy and appreciated chopsticks trying to get the better of the thinner, taller and still growing twig. 

The two grappled on Dallas’s bed, trying to get the upper hand over the other by twisting themselves and trying to hold the other down. However, Holden is older and stronger and was easily able to get the better of Dallas. But, they were having fun and not taking it too seriously. 

Holden held onto Dallas, holding him in a chokehold from behind, and then pushed his legs onto his front, pushing a foot towards Dallas’s groin. He gently grazed over Dallas’s package with his socked foot, feeling Dallas’s bits indiscriminately. Dallas didn’t protest greatly, but upgraded into a bit bigger of a struggle as he realized he was getting manhandled and messed with by his step-brother. As he continued to struggle, Holden sunk his foot in deeper into Dallas’s crotch, feeling his balls more clearly under his heel, but then pulled his foot away before it felt like it was there for too long. 

 

Still, he continued to hold onto him tightly. Dallas tried to escape by pulling himself off the bed, using the height difference between him standing and Holden lying on the bed to his advantage, but Holden pulled himself off the bed just in time and almost losing his grip on Dallas, but closed himself over his younger step-brother tightly. 

Dallas struggled to find his way out of Holden’s grip, but realized that he was outmatched. He felt Holden’s forearm pressing against his neck, and although he was taller by a couple inches, his body was weaker and he wasn’t sure how to get out. Dallas knew if this kept up, he would get choked out. He also knew that Holden wouldn’t let it get that far, but he thought it would be fun to pretend it did. Maybe get him back earlier for punching him in his balls. 

So, Dallas suddenly went limp in Holden’s grip. Holden felt it and for a moment got worried and let Dallas go. He watched Dallas fall to the ground, but saw him break his fall and break a smile, not successfully hiding his consciousness through his ploy. Holden felt a deep wave of relief and bent down to press against Dallas’s arm, shaking him and saw that he didn’t want to respond. 

“Hey, asshole! The hell you doing!?” 

Dallas still didn’t respond, and lied limp on the floor, his smile clear as day to Holden. Holden looked down over Dallas, his soft shirt and shorts bunching up on his thin, lanky body. He looked at his sham limp frame and looked lowering, seeing a clear, protruding lump that called to Holden once again. He thought to himself, he could try to fake being knocked out, but he can’t fake that. 

Holden pulled up on Dallas’s leg, shifting the bulge that Holden kept his eyes on and smacked his other hand into it, feeling it for the second time that day. Dallas yelped out again and pulled his hands and legs in, pushing his neck out and holding his mouth open in shock. His eyes fluttered as he pulled his bottom back and groaned, kicking his legs and moaning, which morphed into a whine for a moment. 

Holden pulled back and held his hand over his mouth as he watched Dallas, his body wracked with agony. 

“Ooo a-fucking-gain!” Dallas lamented in a strain, before he started coughing loudly and digging his forehead into the floor. 

“I wasn’t sure if you were okay or not! I had to make sure!”

“Fuck you, asshole!” Dallas cursed Holden out, as he let out a calming smile and laugh for a moment before he shifted and whimpered again. He tightened a fist and held it deep into his lower stomach, above where his other hand was cupping his wounded balls. 

“Did I get lefty again?”

“You did! Ugh, it hurts so bad!” Dallas whined as his eyes opened and he turned onto his back, looking up at Holden. Holden looked back and saw that his eyes were watery and his face was morphing as he twisted on his back. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna get you back so bad!” Dallas whined as he curled in with his long, thin legs again and held his shins in with both hands, as he kicked his feet helplessly. Holden couldn’t help but giggle watching this. 

“I should be the one getting you back! Trying to make me think I choked you out, little shit.”

“Fuck you, you were choking me!” Dallas whined as he pulled his hands back into his pouch before his eyes widened and his face looked like it began adjusting for something that was happening inside. Then he started coughing again, pulling a hand up to be courteous and coughed hard into his closed hand. Once he stopped, he groaned and rolled onto his back and lifted his leg. 

Holden was once again amused, and thought warmly as he recollected feeling Dallas’s package morph under his hand again. The first time, he felt his hand get more engulfed by Dallas’s junk, but this time, it felt a bit different. Maybe because he lifted his leg and it gave his stuff more room to shift, but it was still a direct hit. He clearly felt one of Dallas’s nuts get squashed under his hand. It felt full and dense, just like before. It was a meaty feeling that contrasted with the dense orb that sat in the middle, which titillated Holden in more than a few ways. 

He walked up to Dallas on the floor and kneeled over, leaving himself open intentionally and rubbed Dallas’s stomach affectionately. It was hard and bony, and he thought about how Dallas mentioned how hard Holden’s abs were earlier. He ran his fingers over each of Dallas's ribs, finding the up and down between each rib to be noteworthy.

“You alright, buddy?”

“Yeah… just dying.”

Holden chuckled and offered to help Dallas up, which he accepted and was pulled to his feet. Although bent over as he stood, Holden patted Dallas’s back and sat back on the bed. Dallas followed suit and lied back, relaxing and comforting his abused testicles, which were still certainly sore. 

The two lied on the bed without much deliberation since that incident. It was about a half hour they lied on the bed, not saying much, both on their phone. Occasionally Holden looked over at Dallas when he wasn’t paying attention, eyeing the younger boy over. His skinny body was lying flat, his legs curled up, feet flat on his bed and bulge looking healthy, despite the abuse. He found Dallas's adjusting his sore equipment to be remarkable, even as they sat there. The individual parts were indiscernible, but it didn't stop Holden from considering what exactly Dallas was touching everytime he did.

“Hey, you asked your mom to get the eggs from the store?”

“Yeah, I mentioned it.”

“Hmm… she probably forgot to pick them up anyways.”

“Haha, maybe. She is forgetful.”

“Yeah, that’s where you get it from.”

Dallas shot a look over at Holden. “What do you mean, I’m not forgetful.”

“Haha, you think so? Sounds like it struck a nerve!”

“Did not! Just…” Dallas smirked, thinking against the ropes. “...Mom isn’t even that forgetful. She’s been better with stuff like this recently anyways.”

“Ha, I don’t think so. She literally drove you to the wrong home a few weeks ago.”

“We were talking and she forgot to think about where she’s going, okay!”

“And you got on the wrong bus the other day too!”

“Because I was really into my music! Fuck off, asshole.”

“Haha, you just know it runs in the family. It’s alright, love you still bro.”

Dallas smiled proudly. Holden hadn’t called him bro since he knocked on his door weeks ago, and he never mentioned anything else like that before. He looked up at him and saw embarrassment as he looked away. 

“Shut up. You’ll forget I even said that anyways.”

“Haha, maybe. But really, our memory isn’t that bad.”

“Ha, wanna bet bro?” 

Dallas warmed as he heard Holden call him bro again. He knows it’s just a figure of speech, but he couldn’t help but appreciate what hearing that could mean. He held tightly to his soft shorts as rocked with amusement and pulled himself up to his knees on his own bed, now basically completely recovered. 

“Bet? Bet what, bro?” 

“That your mom forgot the eggs!”

“Ha, you’re on!” 

“Cool, bet! What are we betting?” 

“Haha, whatever bro. 

Holden smirked as he looked over Dallas and nodded. “Haha, I know what we can do. Loser gets kicked in the balls?”

Dallas grunted aloud and bent over, his face grimacing and hands clenching over his thighs, tightening his shorts. He pulled his hands closer to his groin as his legs constricted around his balls, which suddenly sprang up a tang of a dull, deep plea of mercy as the idea of a kick in the balls resonated within Dallas’s young body. The pain from before was reemerging and clearly making an appeal inside Dallas’s limber body.

“Oof what the fuck dude, you already got me twice! That’s too much, so brutal.”

“Only if you lose! Come on, you said you gotta get me back anyways, right!? You literally texted her after she asked you to text her! How can she forget that!?!” Holden teased as he playfully pushed Dallas as he sat tensely on his knees. Holden was honestly sure and hoping that his mom wouldn’t forget the eggs. It felt like the right thing, and how could she forget the eggs?

“Yeah, yeah… but-”

“Come on! That’s her!” Holden exclaimed as he heard keys rattling in the keyhole to the main door. 

Dallas shook his head, and felt himself sick at the idea of getting his balls kicked after getting slapped twice today. It was brutal each time, and there’s no way a kick would be any better. But, he felt a strong pull of family pride on the line. Not only for his mother, but for his step-brother too. They’re getting along really well suddenly, and he doesn’t want to tell him no. Plus, he also was certain that his mother couldn’t have forgotten what he told her, after she went out of her way to ask him to tell her. He can’t ask for a much easier bet, and if he gets him back this way, then there’s no way he’d get mad at him or anything. Especially if he goes all out to get his revenge!

Dallas was pulled with Holden as Dallas led the way out of Dallas’s room. 

“Fine, fine! You’re on, asshole.”

Holden had a smile on as he led the two out of the room and headed down the stairs. They saw Dallas’s mom at the kitchen table with a couple bags. 

“Hey, Marie! Did you remember the eggs!?” Holden asked excitedly.

“Hey, boys! Oh shit, no! I’m so sorry, it slipped my mind!” Marie said disappointed, shaking her head. “I can’t-”

“What the fuck, mom!? Holy shit!” Dallas let out, rolling his eyes and turning around, curling over the ground on the stairs. Holden laughed out and pulled on Dallas’s shirt as laughed into his back, bending over to reach him. 

“Excuse me!?” Marie asked shocked, but also amused seeing the two boys getting along right now. They’ve been getting better and better with each other recently, so the progress warmed her maternal instincts. 

“Sorry, Marie! But thank you! Come on bro, let’s go!”

“What the fuck… dude, please no.” Dallas begged as Holden led him up the stairs and he helplessly followed. 

“Watch your language boys! But sorry about the eggs!” Marie yelled up at them, before turning back to the groceries. She spoke lowly to herself. “How do I forget the eggs…”

Meanwhile, Dallas was pulled back into his own room as he was starting to understand that he was about to have to build a burial for his own eggs. 

“I called it, I called it!” Holden laughed as he jumped back to Dallas’s bed, laid back and looked up excitedly at his younger step-brother. He wanted Dallas to win, but now that he knows he won, he couldn’t help but get excited! 

“This is such bull!” Dallas groaned with a fearful smile, as he shifted his slim body, shaking his head. He was smiling sure, but he was very concerned and worried. He was already feeling sick. 

“You’re only saying that because you lost!”

“And it’s bull! Fuck, bro, how does she forget the eggs!” Dallas whined, really hating that his mom inadvertently betrayed him like this. The hilarity was lost on him, but not Holden. Dallas’s mom forgetting the eggs has caused her son to have to pay with his own eggs. That’s some dramatic irony, that’s for sure. 

Holden moved up and laughed, getting closer to Dallas, who leaned closer too, although his hands were still covering his balls, not ready to let them go. 

“Come on, you lost the bet. Now you gotta pay!”

Dallas cringed and shook his head, regretting that he didn’t argue against Holden’s bet. But it happened so quickly and he didn’t want to say no to Holden. He wanted to get along and be cool. 

He held his balls through his shorts, knowing that once he lets go of them, they will officially be in danger. 

“Ugh…”

“Haha! You’re making this so much fun, you’re such a bitch bro.” Holden jumped up and put his arms on Dallas’s shoulders, which were turned inwards as they were connected at his lower center. 

“Fuck off, I’m not a bitch.”

“Then come on! We bet.”

“Gimmie a minute, this shit’s scary! You already got me twice today, this is going to end me!”

“Ha, fine yeah, yeah.” Dallas nodded and took a step back. 

“Fuck bro…” Dallas whined, lowering his knees and getting closer to the floor, feeling sick and a low, deep agony already building in anticipation. “I go 13 years without getting hit in the balls, and now I’m going to get it 3 times in one day!”

“You didn’t get hit in the balls before today?” Holden asked. 

“No! Fuck dude… I didn’t expect it to hurt so bad either… totally floored me, it’s so bad.”

Holden smirked, and debated mentioning he’s never gotten it in the balls either yet. But, instead he resigned to just watching his new younger bro mentally prepare himself to accept a pain that Holden can understand in some deep, primal degree, despite him not experiencing it yet. Holden focused on the good feelings it brought him, and ignored the rest as he watched Dallas breathe in and out.

“Fuck, dude! Agh, don’t kick me hard! Don’t kick me hard, okay!”

“Yeah, yeah! Your mom would kill me if I break your balls!”

“Hey, your Dad would too!”

“Ha yeah you’re right. But come on, the longer we wait the worse it’ll be!”

“No it won’t! The longer I wait, the less the pain from before will be here!”

“But the anticipation will be worse! Just get it over with so you can move on quicker!”

“Argh, fuck, shit, dude. Fine, fine.” 

Dallas spread his legs and breathed out, finally letting go of his nuts and letting them hang freely in his shorts. Although held in place by his favorite pair of underwear, it felt more like they were under a guillotine than supported by soft cotton right now. They were still a bit sore from before and he was shaking in anticipation. Bent over at the waist, he pulled his hands back in and moaned, shaking his head and grunting and whining, causing Holden to laugh as he stood across from him. The two locked eyes and Holden grabbed onto the sides of his shorts and tightened his hands on them, pulling his shorts up inadvertently and having his bulge protrude slightly. 

Holden took a step back, green eyes forward still and then they went lower, searching for his targets and Dallas started to feel extra vulnerable and put a hand forward. 

“Promise you won’t do it hard!” Dallas begged, some understandable concern pushing through the engaged and humored disposition that was clear and reciprocated between the step-brothers. 

Holden held out his hand and held the one that Dallas pushed out. He put his thumb in Dallas’s palm, and curled his hand over the webbing between Dallas’s thumb and index finger. He tightened his hand and Dallas did too. 

“I gotchu, bro, I won’t do it too hard.”

Dallas nodded and spread his legs, still holding onto Holden’s hand for support, looking away from Holden’s gleaming, green eyes. Despite the reassurance, he held tighter onto Holden’s hand as he looked down and tensed in anticipation, pulling his lips and eyes back as he saw Holden’s leg break through the air and grow closer and closer to his body without any time for him to react to it. 

The kick slammed up and smacked into Dallas’s crotch, lifted up by Holden’s arched forward socked foot. Holden felt Dallas’s nuts over his foot and saw his bulge flatten through the soft, thin fabric of Dallas’s tan shorts. Holden noticed how firm, heavy and interesting those nuts felt. He felt them earlier, but this was a different feeling. They felt bigger than he expected them to be over his foot and as he felt his foot rise higher, the warmth between Dallas’s legs proved to be a great comfort that only made the impact and visual feel even more sweet and victorious. 

 

Dallas’s thin legs were wide enough for him to get perfect access, but closed enough to really wrap and protect Holden’s foot as it rocketed up, which was certainly strange. Feeling protected by Dallas’s body, as Holden’s foot shot up and into his most delicate and important parts, crushing them with a sense of restrained duty. It was ironic, and with the irony surrounding him, Holden watched his step-brother’s bulge rise up under his foot and eventually squash, flatten as there was no more room for Dallas’s junk to fit in. Dallas's spuds were simply trampled between his sturdy pelvis and Holden's oncoming, determined foot. 

Like Holden promised, he didn’t do it too hard, but he couldn’t help himself from having fun and taking advantage of the situation. It was more than enough for Dallas to grunt out as Holden’s foot would go up no further. Dallas’s mouth pushed out as his body prepared and began to respond to his balls getting kicked in. 

Without thought, his knees buckled and hit the floor before Holden could even pull his leg back. Holden stumbled as Dallas weighed on his foot and hand both, pulling his step-brother down as he instinctually reacted to his family jewels getting punished for a third time in one day. A critical strike on an already sensitive and sore target, Dallas was just beginning to assess the exact nature of this reality as it began to feel like a dull, searing pain erupted exactly within the heavy sack of his emerging manhood, and it instantly spread up and through him, devouring all of his thoughts and being. As if his body were a container of fluid, and his balls getting kicked in and squashed shot out a pain laced dye that spread throughout and created this burning, nauseating sensation within his frame. It overtook his mind and swallowed him whole.

Holden laughed out as he was pulled down and used his other hand to hold onto Dallas’s timbering shoulder, trying to catch Dallas and ease his fall. But Dallas ran right through his hand and pulled both hands in and away, letting go of Holden’s hand, even as it still held onto the wounded’s hand tightly. Holden put his head on Dallas’s head, felt his warmth, smelt his scent and gently pulled on his step-brother’s hand, pulling it closer to him. 

“Shit, you fell so fast Dallas haha.” He said right over him. Dallas felt Holden’s breath on his cheek, but it barely registered. He only moaned in response and shifted painfully, his hand still held up helplessly, as his other hand carefully held his sore, likely bruised or at the very least swollen spuds, which felt like a digging vortex of agony inside him. Burning, inconsolable and sickening, it all made the young step-brother clench and grunt. 

“Oooohhh… noo… oh nonono…”

“Fuck, I got lefty again!?”

“Uhhhhkkk… you fuucckkerr… you got them booootthhth…. uhhhhggg….”

“Haha, I did!?” Dallas knew he did, he felt them both over his foot just a few seconds ago. He lifted his head off his 13 year old step-brother and looked down at his down frame from higher up. 

Dallas weakly pulled at his own hand, which he couldn’t recognize was being held away from him, only knowing that it needed to come in to help assess the damages and protect the center of his universe. Holden let go and the hand went down deep and helped support his other hand as they both did their best to nurse his screaming, scrambled eggs.

Holden gently rubbed Dallas’s shoulders, pulling on his shirt and trying to help him up. 

“Come on, you’re-“

“No, stay down. Let me stay down.” Dallas grunted out of breath and looked up with wide eyes and a strange mouth. 

Holden laughed and obliged and stopped trying to pull on Dallas, instead leaning over him and embracing his step-bro with newfound care and respect. 

Holden held onto Dallas until he felt and heard him coughing roughly under him. Holden backed off, looking at Dallas, concerned for a moment as he tried to hack something onto the floor as he twisted his legs and body. 

“You okay?” Holden asked to no answer. 

Dallas’s head tilted up, and Holden saw the watering eyes of his younger yet taller step-brother and then saw them close, two real tears rolling down his very red and soft cheeks. Holden backed up a bit further to oversee and give Dallas more room. He saw his hands desperately trying to ease the nauseatingly  abusive ache that was rocking his entire existence, burning in Dallas’s lower extremities. He then rolled onto his back, whimpering and adjusting, twisting carefully and moaning out and opening his eyes wide, all indicating that something transcendental was happening to him and Holden didn’t want to pull his look away. 

“Ohh my balls, dude so hard ahh… oooo… ahhhaa…uhhuuuhuhuu… mmmm....” 

Dallas continued to care for his balls with both hands, then one hand pushed lower and rubbed, then grabbed onto his thigh before he twisted and let out a weak moan.

Holden leaned over and put his hand on Dallas’s cheek, wet from the tear, then gently swept up, catching another before it ran down Dallas’s agonized face. Holden noted how soft and delicate Dallas’s cheek felt, and spoke tenderly to him. 

“You alright, bro?”

“Uhhh… nooo…”

Holden couldn’t help but laugh and roll onto his side, watching Dallas as he writhed for another minute. Dallas was certainly hurting, and although time went much slower for him, it was a couple minutes before he sat up and caught his breath. He was even able to laugh along with Holden as he gave him an impression of what he looked and sounded like. 

 

Dallas and Holden hung out in Dallas's room for a few more minutes until Holden, although not bored and very engaged by what just happened, felt that this was the end of the interaction for now. After an affectionate belly rub, Holden left Dallas alone in his room, letting his step-brother rest and caresses his swollen nads without anyone around to watch. 

 

Holden on the other hand, imagined what this would be looking like, and he had more than enough evidence to create a well formulated hypothesis. It made the older step-brother tingle to think about, and he spent the rest of the day considering it. Holden realized that he really began to appreciate having a step-brother around.