Ethan's Awful Summer: Scrambled Eggs [Sleepover Aftermath]

**Ethan’s Awful Summer: Part 3 - Scrambled Eggs**

Ethan woke up laying on the basement floor - for a second he was confused, then it all came rushing back. Last night, the humiliating defeat from his sister and her gang of cheerleaders. 

His body ached and he had a horrible migraine. He’d spent the entire night on the cold floor, completely naked, so he was shivering too. With a low groan he moved his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes, but when he reached his face he felt a tiny square of paper stuck to his forehead.

Groggily, he peeled away the Post-It Note and squinted to read it in the darkness.

“Chocolate chip pancakes. 10 am. Or you’re having scrambled eggs... - El” followed by a little drawing of two cracked eggs.

He shuddered as the phantom pains from last night crept back into his aching testes. Sleepily, he turned his head to look at the glowing digital clock in the corner. 

9:28

Ethan slowly rose to his feet with an exhausted sigh. His knees buckled as he searched around the basement collecting his underwear, shorts, and t-shirt. Clumsily, he made his way to the stairs leading out of the basement before collapsing to his knees again.

The creeping pain from his badly swollen testicles became too much - he clutched them in agony and groaned loudly. Realizing that the girls were probably asleep not far away - he quickly balled his fist into his mouth and tried to stifle his pained groans.

Slowly but surely, Ethan crawled up the stairs on his hands and knees - pausing from time to time to nurse his battered manhood. At the top of the stairs, he composed himself and creaked the door open very carefully.

He limped his way to the living room, being sure to avoid any squeaking floorboards along the way. He peaked around the corner and to his relief Ellie and her friends were all still fast asleep in their fuzzy blankets and sleeping bags.

He shuffled over to the kitchen and glanced at the clock. 

9:39

Ethan was no chef, but he made those pancakes with the most care he had ever put into any meal.

He made sure every pancake was golden brown and every chocolate chip was melted to gooey perfection - all while being as quiet as he possibly could.

As 10:00 rolled around, an alarm blared from the other room - sleepy chatter from the girls echoed in the hallway.

“Good morning, girls!” Ellie yawned.

“Last night was so much fun…” A voice he believed to be Darcy garbled.

“Ooh, something smells good!” Another voice chimed in.

The sweet smell of the pancakes lured the girls into the kitchen. 

“Good morning, Ethan!” The girls all giggled in unison as they sat down at the kitchen table.

“G-Good morning, girls” Ethan stumbled over his words.

Ethan knew the drill, he began serving them.

“Hope it wasn’t too cold in the basement… You really can’t handle any more shrinkage.” Sally mocked concern as Ethan placed a plate of pancakes in front of her.

Ethan just kept his mouth shut - the girls exchanged little remarks, recounting how much fun they had tormenting him. Now he knew better than to step out of line, especially when he was so outnumbered.

“Hey prick, orange juice!” Ellie barked as he set down a plate in front of her. She lifted her elbow and made a threatening jolt towards his crotch.

Ethan dropped the plate prematurely - making a loud clank on the table as his hands shot to cup his groin. Ellie just smirked menacingly as her friends giggled at his jumpiness. He backed away from the table, slowly un-cupping his manhood as he made his way to the fridge.

The girls enjoyed a lovely breakfast as they chit-chatted and gossiped - Ethan catered to their every whim. He stood silently a few feet from the table, carefully out of elbow-shot. 

He could feel his face getting red as he thought about how humiliating it was to play “waiter” for his younger sister’s and her cheer pals. Still, he just couldn’t bring himself to leave knowing they’d punish him with another brutal beating or maybe even post those videos they took last night.

Finally, the girls finished up their breakfast and turned to Ethan.

“Compliments to the chef!” Sally giggled.

“That was delicious, Ethan!” Darcy said with a wink.

“Yeah! Too bad you didn’t get any, you must be sooo hungry…” Ellie teased as she stood up from the table.

She slid her chair out and gestured for Ethan to sit, “Come take a seat!” 

“No way.” Ethan grumbled.

“Don’t you wanna sit across from me?” Darcy smiled - you’d think she’s a sweet girl!

Ethan hesitantly took a seat as Ellie slid the chair back into place.

“We should make YOU something now… What do you like to eat, huh? Pancakes… waffles… french toast…” Darcy trailed off as her foot slid up Ethan’s leg and planted right on the bulge in his shorts.

Ethan tensed up - her foot slid around his lap, applying slight pressure on his still sensitive nether regions.

“I-I’m not hungry, girls. Y-you don’t have to make me anything, r-really I’m fine!” Ethan failed to suppress the fear in his voice.

“Nonsense! We insist…” Sally retorted as her foot also slid onto Ethan’s lap.

He couldn’t take it anymore - Ethan bolted up from the table making his chair crash to the ground. The girls all jumped back and recoiled at the loud bang. He stood there frozen for a moment, cupping his package for dear life. The girls looked bewildered and began exchanging menacing looks. He realized he’d made a big mistake.

“Pl-please. Just- leave me alone.” Ethan choked out, still clutching his nads like a little boy at soccer practice.

“Oh, don’t be so jumpy!” Ellie chuckled as stood next to her brother - giving him a smack on the butt.

“If I recall correctly… I believe I owe you some scrambled eggs!” Ellie chuckled devilishly.

Ethan’s eyes went wide as his sister threw a fist headed straight for his groin. His reflexes saved him - he turned his hips in time. Ellie’s fist connected with the side of his thigh. Without thinking, Ethan shoved Ellie to the ground, sending her flying a good 10 feet.

After the failed nutshot the cheer squad looked taken aback - they started getting out of their seats, eyeing Ethan up and down. The girls looked like predators hungry for their prey.

“NO! NO! NOOO!” Ethan screamed as he sprinted from the table. 

Ducking past Sally and running into the living room, Ethan’s heart was racing. He made a break for the front door, but before he could reach it Darcy and Kara sprinted in, cutting him off.

Ethan’s mind was racing as fast as his heart. It took him a few moments to even realize what Darcy and Kara were holding, egg cartons. 

In unison, the girls chucked their eggs as hard as they could - aiming right for the center of his shorts. The eggs landed with a loud smack, exploding into a yolk-y mess all over Ethan’s basketball shorts.

Darcy and Kara must’ve had killer aim, because they got him square in both testicles. Ethan let out a pained “Oof” as he bent forward, winded by the impact.

Before he could even fall to the floor, Ethan glanced down and saw a cast-iron frying pan poking between his legs at knee level. Ellie had been right on his tail and in one swift motion she slammed the frying pan up with all her might and yanked it back.

The impact swept her brother off his feet and sent him crashing into the hardwood floor face first. Ethan landed with a thud so loud the room rattled.

The pan slapped his sack perfectly, crushing his already sensitive plums into his pelvis. His cock wasn’t spared from the blow either - it pinched against the pan’s metal rim as Ellie pried it from between his legs.

Completely winded, Ethan just laid there curled into a ball trying to catch his breath. The pain in his battered balls was so excruciating he felt like he was about to hurl. Maybe it was a good thing he hadn’t eaten any breakfast - surely these sick girls would’ve made him clean up his own puke had he actually blown chunks.

Ethan coughed and his eyes watered uncontrollably as he clutched his shorts in agony, unable to speak. The familiar sound of cackling cheerleaders rang in his head as they stood over him like goddesses.

“Did you enjoy your scrambled eggs, bro?” Ellie smirked with malice dripping from her voice.

“Don’t forget your orange juice!” Kara chimed in as she poured an entire jug of juice right on Ethan’s face.

Ethan, completely drenched, just cowered as the girls started kicking him.

“That was no way to treat your sister!” Sally exclaimed with a huff.

Eventually the girls got tired of kicking at the cowering hunk and started to migrate upstairs.

“Well, we gotta get ready for the day… This whole mess better be cleaned up by the time I’m out of the shower!” Ellie barked as she gestured to the splattered egg shells and large puddle of orange juice.

Ethan just laid there shaking. He was beyond humiliated, he was scared. Was this was his life now? Taking orders from his little sister and her crew while being beaten and busted every single day?

He clutched his aching testicles, thinking over his predicament as tears welled in his eyes. The thought of having his balls busted every single day made him shudder, and to his horror - it made his dick involuntarily twitch in his shorts.