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The Gunn boys were the gifts that kept on giving.
You were so scared that your summer would crack up to be another useless slog of bussing and yardwork and yet here you were, out of breath and laid out on the sizzling wet concrete having just barely managed to sweep the leg and shove both boys into the crystal blue and system cooled water of their swimming pool. The sun beat down into your eyes and the cement scraped the back of your head.
This was the life.
Under all the splashing your friends were a tan tangle of limbs and screaming, especially from the mouthy little Austin who had no control over his cracking shrieks. You sat your wet ass down on the sun-baked edge of the pool to enjoy the sight, wheezing and light-headed from your hysterical laughter.
Just then, one of them, you don't know which, might've been both actually, grabbed hold of your ankles and then you were in the water as well, board shorts riding up your ass as it slid off the edge.
You only had a second to enjoy the velvet touch of the cool water drenching your hot skin before they started making attempts on your life. Your head and shoulders were dunked below the surface by hands and feet and long hairy legs, their cries of victory muffled by the water rushing into your ears. You kicked and wriggled away as your lungs gave their final spasms of defeat and you flung your head towards the sky, relishing in the delicious oxygen.
The deranged laughter and chorus of everything from “cocksucker” to “retard” coming out of the brothers' mouths echoed against the pool walls. You supplied your own volley of insults and splashing.
One by one, you pulled yourselves out of the pool and onto the scorching tile, shaking out wet heads of hair, rolling necks, and stretching out burning muscles. Nobody wanted to say ow at the scorching concrete beneath your feet and risk looking like a bitch, but you hissed quietly to yourself at the burning on your toes.
“Last one inside fucks dogs!” Austin shouted, already breaking for the sliding glass door. You were no dog fucker obviously and shoved the lanky, uncoordinated Colten in the direction of the pool again but you were unsuccessful in pushing him in this time. That combined with you stepping on a slippery pool noodle that sent you nearly twisting your ankle crippled your lead on Colten and in seconds flat he was following his brother inside, tracking water on the pristine wood flooring.
“Dude you fuck dogs? That's so weird.” Austin pointed and barked as you slid the door shut behind you. You told him to go fuck himself. He flipped you off. You mirrored him.
You looked around for your beach towel that you brought with you so you had something to dry off with unlike the two animals in front of you, stomping into the kitchen still sopping wet. The A/C was at full blast to fight the heinous heat and humidity of Florida in June and you were freaking freezing.
You rolled your eyes at the clattering you heard and the mess you turned to see them making, the result of bickering about how they should cook their bulk bag of pizza rolls. Microwave was faster but also shittier, but both boys claimed the other would burn the house down with the oven. You heard the microwave start, then stop, then the oven door slammed shut a couple of times before they finally shut the fuck up about it. You walked over to find the boys draining a two liter of zero sugar Mountain Dew Code Red with a couple of solo cups in their fists.
“Hey uh, y'all are sure your dad isn't gonna show up unannounced?” You just wanted to make sure, you were not about to get in trouble for something this dumb again. You weren't exactly supposed to be here, and you would not throw this hot wet summer out of the window for these jackasses who happened to be your friends, for better or worse. These guys had an XBox, and you did not. They had a Jacuzzi. You didn't even have a bath. You got your own red cup of code red.
“Dude he's on the road like 400 days out of the year, last time he called he was in Alaska, don't even worry about it.” Austin barked between slugs of soda.
“He was in Arkansas, dumbshit!” Colten pronounced that state wrong, but you didn't say anything about it. Probably did it on purpose to piss you off. They both were also wrong, like, really wrong.
“Guys he was in Albany, New York. I literally saw him on TNA there last week.” They laughed, dismissive of your shit.
“God I can't believe you watch our dad on that crap, what are you perving or something? Creaming your pants for Mr. Ass?” Austin thought he was so damn funny and Colten gagged performatively.
“Yeah and remember that party we threw last month? We had ten days or something to clean it all up.” Colten brayed like he'd said something important.
“Yeah, but you didn't clean up. Not very good at least. And you got your asses chewed for letting the tweaker down the street put a hatchet in the front door.” You said, remembering every word of Austin's indignant storytelling the next day in homeroom.
“Oh dude, too soon.” Austin made big watery puppy dog eyes at you before sneering.
“That's not gonna happen this time! I don't see any of us with a hatchet. Do you see any hatchets, Austin? Or tweakers, other than yourself?” They both started slamming cupboard doors open and closed, looking high and low.
“No bro I don't- oh fuck you! But, you're right, because everything looks fine to me.” They both looked at you, daring you to say anything else. You held up your hands in surrender and turned your attention to the sizzling coming from the oven. Your stomach rumbled at the sweet smell of junk food.
Ten minutes or so of locker room talk between the three of you went by before you grabbed a dish towel and tugged the pan out of the oven, shaking it in an attempt to coax the little pockets to flip. They didn't budge. It must've been the whole bag of a hundred, they were piled up on one another in little pizza pyramids.
“Are y'all slow?? Never heard of tin foil before?” You returned to the oven with a spatula and stabbed at the pizza rolls, shuffling them around somewhat.
“Oh I'm sorry Mr. Perfect, didn't know we were in for fine dining today.” Colten said, loudly rolling his eyes.
“Aight man, it's your pan though.” The sauce and cheese had splooged out the sides of each crispy roll onto each other and the nasty sheet pan they were on. It did get to that point somehow. Ah fuck it, they looked done enough.
With only a couple of pizza roll casualties winding in the bottom of the oven, you dumped them carefully into a big metal bowl from the cabinet. The Gunn boys wrestled over the brimming pot of boiling hot cheese grenades the whole trek back out to the pool. There was a table with a sun umbrella where you could have eaten near the deck chairs, but you all came to the consensus that you'd rather play video games in the pool house.
The crown jewel of your rich friends' crib. The most beautiful air conditioned pigsty you ever had the honor to spend your afternoons in. Beanbag chairs, flat screen TV, garage-style spare fridge that was falling apart but always stocked. Heaven. When it was just too hot and too disgusting and the three of you would rather do anything than swim, you always found yourselves in here.
You'd slept over a couple of times which you had nothing to complain about, but it was always kind of strange whenever you'd wake up to the sound of a hushed argument or a noise that was always a bit...wet. You weren't exactly the most upstanding citizen, don't get it twisted, but even you knew better than to jack off at a sleepover in the same room as everybody else. And like, judging by the whisper-shouted words you could never make out that came before the sounds, it had to have been one or both of them. And, of course it was none of your business or anything, this was a weird ass family, but you couldn't help but wonder about the looks they gave each other and you every morning following one of these incidents. You barely had any of that on your mind right now, though. Your ass was planted in a green beanbag near the far end of the room and the boys were squeezed onto a love seat adjacent to the sliding door leading out to the pool. The pizza rolls slowly disappeared with every passing round of split screen shooting.
“How are you not cracked this is all you do all day!” Austin shouted, amazed at your shit aim.
“Suck a dick you fucking fagg- HEY WHAT THE HELL?!” You managed to take him out. You bellowed a laugh at his rage-quitting.
“Eat shit and die!” You yelled. Serves his ass right.
“You son of a BITCH-” Austin screeched like a banshee.
It took mere nanoseconds for the cup to come sailing across the room to smack you in the side of the head before it tumbled into your lap. It was full, and it was full of that sticky red shit. Full sugar this time.
You didn't even attempt to come back with anything after that besides some cursing to nobody in particular, you didn't have a cup of anything top your name so you just let the controller you had been WINNING with slide out of your lap and onto the floor along with a small flood of fizzing syrup and red 40. It got in your eye and it stung like a motherfucker.
The controller smacked against the floor and the battery cap popped off, batteries rolling across the floor and under a small drink table. The Gunns didn't give a shit about the possible property damage though, they were too busy holding their sides in hysterics over your stained crotch and legs. You stood up to leave. Big mistake.
“Why are you so mad- oh- oh my god bro look, he got his period!” Astute observation from Colten and you'd never heard Austin laugh-scream that loud in your life. It was goddamn obnoxious, and you weren't about to find out the long term consequences of sitting in this shit. You'd think Colten might be a little more mature considering he was the older of the two.
You left the sliding glass door open out of spite as you stepped back out onto the scorching pool deck. The pool was just a few paces away. The water sparkled up at you temptingly under the sun. Perfect.
You hopped over the edge feet first and blew bubbles out of your nose in a relieved sigh as your head and shoulders slipped beneath the choppy, crystalline surface. You didn't care if you stained the whole pool red, it would serve those two fucks right.
Peacefully you bobbed in the water, wringing out your trunks, scrubbing hands through your hair and over your face to get every red, drippy streak of Dew off your body. You listened to the sound of the boys gaming and periodically horsing around through the open door to the pool house and you decided to enjoy the time alone.
That was, until you heard tires roll into the gravel driveway behind the white fence blocking in the back yard. Big tires, not unlike the ones on the massive AWD Ford that Mr. Ass- er, Gunn drove. Your blood ran cold, ice cold next to the already chilly pool water. The chlorine burn in your eyes stung.
“Hey uh, hey guys...?” Your tone was a fearful lilt as you tried to get the attention of the boys, but they either didn't hear you or the car, or were just ignoring you.
You opened your mouth to speak again but you heard the opening and closing of the driver side door, presumably. The shuffling of feet across gravel, then the path. Before you could see the gate open all the way you ducked you head below the surface of the water and molded yourself against the rough cement wall of the pool. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your nose was pinched closed, but you could sense the shadow of a figure pass over you from behind your eyelids.
Slowly, and as silently as you could possibly manage, you peaked your nose and eyes above the surface of the water. You could see about an inch over the lip of the pool.
You were staring directly between the ankles of the father Gunn, looming in the doorway of the pool house and turned mercifully in the direction opposite you. Jesus- fucking, damn he did have an ass on him didn't he. Oh shut the hell up, what are you talking about, you needed to make a break for it.
You should've acted sooner, because the voice of the boys' father paralyzed you in place.
“You two little shits just never learn, do you?” The boys fell silent, you only heard the monotonous drone of the multiplayer lobby music coming from the TV speakers. You might've heard a squeak out of one of the boys but it was cut off.
“Hmm? What was that young man?”
“Nothing, daddy...” The voice of Colten. You could just barely make out his ashamed face around the towering build of their professional wrestler father.
Okay that was fucking weird.
“I think you mean 'I'm so sorry daddy, I'm gonna clean up my mess now', try again.” Billy tapped one of his sandaled feet on the ground, crossing his bulging arms as Colten mumbled the phrase back to him. Again with that daddy shit, come on, what. No way, these boys were to grown for that. Colten was almost old enough to drink, and Austin was nearly old enough to fuck. Speaking of the boy.
Billy seemed to put his attention back onto his youngest. As he stepped inside, Colten shot out of his seat and started frantically picking up the garbage strewn around the pool house. Austin stayed glued to his seat, gazing up at his father. Billy managed a single syllable before the word vomit began.
“Dad, dad, daddy I am sosososo fucking sorry, oh my god I didn't know you were coming home today-”
“I can see that, Austin.” Billy said, tone even and deadly.
Then came the blubbering.
Austin cried like he was four years old and didn't know how to process the excruciating pain of a skinned knee.
“Aw baby don't do that, you know it ain't that bad. I only told you boys it would be one more strike. I obviously need to set an example. You know damn well it's because I love you.” Billy crouched over to give Austin an all-too-sweet kiss on his big forehead. Austin did not flinch, he only snuffled a bit.
“I know. I love you too daddy.” Austin sounded resigned about whatever was about to happen to him.
Billy turned his head like he was thinking about sitting in the beanbag you got up from earlier but he saw the soda stains. He looked between the boys and went 'tsk tsk'. He opted to sit on the love seat next to Austin who, as if it was second nature, crawled across his fathers lap. This left Austin to lean over the armrest which left him facing in your direction, door still wide open. Your eyes met his, and he gasped. His jaw hung open for a second before he seemed to make silent shapes with his mouth. You tried to read his lips but he was cut off when. When. When Billy pulled his swimsuit down to expose his bare ass.
What the fuuuuuck.
The first spank was so loud it made you jump. There was a splash, you thought you were done for, but Austin made a noise that drowned out your squeak by a mile. It was something like one of his signature late bloomer voice cracks, only, it reminded you of all the times he'd made sex noises in the back of the bus because he thought it was that damn funny. And it was, his porno chick voice was disturbingly accurate. That's what this sounded like. You couldn't do a damn thing about it, and you hated yourself for it, but you felt the beginnings of a hard on. No goddamnit fuck why now-
Another smack, and you saw Austin's face contort in pain and...you were too horrified to dwell on it. You thought you were at least but then the boy bit his lip and made that sound again.
“Fuck daddy, I'm sorry.” Austin closed his eyes and you were grateful you wouldn't have to hold eye contact with the boy as this...whatever it was...went down. You tried to ignore the surreal shit happening before your eyes but you were fully erect now, even as you were pressed painfully tight against the side of the pool.
“I know you are sugar, it'll be over soon.” Billy soothed a hand over his son's pale burning cheeks. You couldn't take it anymore. You shoved your hand down the front of your shorts as sneakily as you could possibly manage. God you just hoped it would be a quick nut, you didn't care about your shorts or the pool or anything. The sight was so obscene and bizarre you didn't bother trying to process it. You didn't want to say it was hot, but it wasn't exactly a boner killer. It fucking caused one in the first place. You didn't wanna fuck Austin, or Colten for that matter, you weren't a homo. But. Ugh, but nothing. You eased your hips away from the concrete and beat your dick faster.
More spanks landed and Austin's moans of pain and everything else grew louder. Colten had stopped his tidying up to watch his brother get his hide tanned, standing in uncomfortable silence holding a white garbage bag in one fist. He might've been hard too, but you couldn't stand to do a double take. Just the thought turned your stomach.
This wasn't like all the times you knew the boys got torn a new one by their father, this was good old fashioned corporeal punishment. An ass whooping. You hadn't had one of those in a decade. Actually, you'd never had one like this before.
Tearing your eyes away from the disturbing yet arousing sight, you just managed to slip back under the surface of the water to let out a soft groan. It was a damn near painful orgasm in the cold sucking vat of the pool but your watery jizz melted away quickly. You were happy to be finished with your nightmare boner, all you were hoping for now was a window of opportunity for you to jump the fence and run for the hills. Fuck this fucking family, you didn't even wanna know anymore.
You were just about to ease back above the surface of the water for oxygen when you found yourself being hauled out of the water by your scruff and arms like a cat being bathed, your hand still down your fucking swim trunks. Jesus fucking Christ the man could almost do it with one hand. Your blood ran cold, and then red hot with shame. Billy looked you up and down, a warm look on his face.
“Oh son, what am I gonna do with you?”