This Much is True
My brother Travis was twenty, six foot four, two hundred and fifteen pounds, tall and excruciatingly handsome. I was eighteen, five feet nine, one hundred and forty pounds and not so bad-looking myself. We got into a fight over a very silly thing, and this is how it all went down…
It was 10 in the morning, and this was our first interaction for the day. The night before we had gone to a wedding and everything was okay. We also chilled together because we didn’t know many people there, but I don’t know what happened the next morning. He was annoyed with me over some small incident, and he made it clear that I’d been rude to him. I didn’t even raise my voice when I told him that I wasn’t being rude … and that his drinking was causing him to see things through an intoxicated lens. He responded to this by telling me that he didn’t like my ‘attitude’ and told me to shut up or he’d hit me!
I told him to try if he thought he could … and he did!
Travis bitch-slapped me and then things escalated to the point where he started hitting me repeatedly. But I tried to give as good as I got. Our mom and our housekeeper had to intervene and beg for him to stop, but since he’s huge, they really couldn’t do much to stop him. So, they stopped ME and locked me in a room! They also said stuff to me like, “You’re acting like you’re possessed, and you shouldn’t be such a troublemaker!” I was already out of my mind at this point. I was hurt and humiliated. I was yelling my head off which led to more hits. It all ended with a knee to the chest that was so forceful and painful that I nearly fainted.
I left home the same day. My father dropped me at a motel and I stayed there for 1 night. I went back home the next day to tell my parents that I’d be moving out and picking up my stuff. It led to a lot of tears. My dad was okay with me moving out and offered a few alternatives as well. My mother (probably) thought that I’d calm down in a few days and come back home so she was also okay with me moving out. They said that Travis was at greater fault but I’m also at fault because I provoked him. According to my folks, If I knew he [my big brother] had anger issues, I should’ve de-escalated the fight. My mother spoke to him the next day of this fight. She shouted at him and he was apologetic (in her words), but then she also told me that he said that it was all MY fault.
This is not the first time this has happened. He hit me around five times in front of my mother and grandmother a few years back. At that time, my mother had forced him to apologize to me and he did and then I was expected to act like things went back to normal. I have told them repeatedly since that incident that if anyone touches me at home, I will leave the house immediately.
I spent some time living at a friend’s house and my grandmother kept calling me asking me to come back. She kept asking; why am I punishing everyone because of the actions of one person. My mom said that I should come back and not trouble them any further.
I eventually relocated back to a motel.
I didn’t know what to do. I definitely didn’t want to go back there because just the thought of being in the same house as him made me anxious and I was also disappointed with my parents. But I still didn’t want to hurt my parents, you know? I didn’t want to cause my folks any pain because my brother already done that a lot to them. Things had been bad for years at that point, and my brother had lashed out many times. He had broken our dining room table, and washbasin, pushed my mom and came very close to hitting my dad in fits of anger.
Travis, at my urging, eventually met me at my motel room, where the two of us planned plan to hash things out once and for all.
Alone in that cheap little room, we argued a bit, but then Travis suddenly stopped and looked at me. His hateful eyes had softened.
“You know I love you, Harry." He said with pure seriousness.
"I guess," I whispered back. Then I turned and I pulled my arms away and he got on his knees in front of me, his hands taking hold of mine.
I looked into his slate gray eyes. He looked into mine (whyich are sort of greenish blue). "Do you know how much I want you to forgive me?" He kept whispering.
"How much, bro?" I found myself whispering too.
He lowered his head and kissed my white socked feet.
Before I could comment or express my confusion, Travis pushed me so that I fell backwards upon the bed.
He then, while still kneeling at my feet, quickly slid off my socks. He then proceeded to kiss my bare toes softly, in succession. I was already beginning to moan with lust when he began licking and nibbling at my toes. I giggled and squirmed at my nig brother’s ministrations. Travis tasted between each of my toes, and I felt an ecstasy like never before in my life. He lapped at the bottom of my feet, tasting the sweet/saltiness of my flesh on his tongue. He rotated my left foot and put the side of it between his teeth, rubbing up and down the length of it for a moment. Then he turned the foot back around and chewed lightly on the area just beneath my toes.
All the while he worshipped my feet, I could hear him saying in a husky, almost whispered voice, “I’m sorry, bro… I’m so, so sorry. Forgive me, Harry. Please forgive me …”
His desire to lick and kiss my feet became almost a yearning to eat and swallow my entire body! He even sucked toes on both feet so hard it almost hurt! The foot worshipping continued a couple more minutes and only ended when Travis rolled onto his back, freed his rock-hard penis and shot a powerful, white sticky load into the air!
To be continued.