Todd had warned his little brother
Rider, but Rider simply didn’t listen.
Rider had been out of his father's
house for three years. He'd tried going to college but had flunked out his
second semester. He'd managed to get himself a job as a mechanic but got
himself fired from that for sleeping with his bosses wife. So, like the
prodigal son, was out of money, out of a job, out of and out of a place to live,
so the only thing left for him to do was crawl back home to his dad with no
dignity left.
Rider wrote his brother Todd a week
before he was set to move back home. A few days later, the day before he was to
vacate his apartment, he received a letter back that simply read "Stay
Away. Pop's Changed." Rider read it and pitched it, ignoring his brother's
wise advice immediately. The guy was always overexaggerating and a worrywart.
A cab dropped him off at his
childhood home with his two suitcases the following Tuesday. He was excited to
see his family again, he found his Pop on the porch waiting to greet him.
Everything seemed fine, well until he went inside. He placed his bags down
against the wall and that’s when he saw his brother. Todd was on the couch,
legs spread wide while he fucked his asshole with two dildos at the same time. Rider
was horrified.
Rider never gets to leave the house
or wear clothes anymore. Nor has he been allowed to bathe or shower since that
day. Rider spends his days drinking his family's piss and eating his pop's shit
from his pop's asshole. Sometimes though, pop will make him wear the shit all
over his body, and leaves it there to dry. Most of the time pop makes him stay
on his hand and knees like a dog.
Rider hopes their oldest brother
Johnny, who left home five years before Rider did, never decides to return. Not
just for Johnny's sake, but also because Rider doesn’t think he can handle
eating more shit than he already does in a day.
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