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The Aftermath	By : GhostHelwig Category: +1 through F > Ed, Edd, and Eddy Views: 6920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Ed Edd and Eddy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer – I don’t own or profit from Ed, Edd N Eddy. This story is complete and utter fiction dreamed up by me. Rated R for sexual situations, violence, N/C.
Author’s Note – In chapter one, everyone seems fixated on Plank and how he, um... ‘fits in,’ so to speak. Perhaps I didn’t make it clear enough – he’s not a rectangular board anymore. He’s had accidents, etc., that have whittled him down considerably. Satisfied?
Anyway, enjoy. Peace, all.

Chapter 2 – The Beginning Of The Edd

*Before...*
It was the day Eddy’s brother was set to return. Eddy’s parents had demanded their prodigal son’s return home be limited to family, so Ed and I, despite being closer to Eddy than even his brother was, were not allowed to be there.
Technically.
But Eddy was nervous, though he’d never admit it. He just wanted so badly to be respected by his brother. So Ed and I stuck around outside, loitering in the street. Ed played in the dirt, digging and laughing, while I tried not to stare too openly at Eddy’s nearby house.
It wasn’t long before the man of the hour drove up. He looked much like Eddy, only taller and leaner. He saw us, he saw me staring, and for a moment he stared back. I blushed and had to look down. By the time I looked up again, he was gone.
Ed and I didn’t hear from Eddy all day, though I often caught his brother looking out the window at us. At dinnertime Sarah came to drag Ed home, and I returned to my own domicile alone.
I should’ve just stayed inside after my silent, solitary meal, but I couldn’t. I was worried about Eddy. So I went outside and waited awhile, studying the bugs in my yard. I was engrossed in the antics of a particularly energetic ant when I heard an unfamiliar voice sound just behind me.
“You just have to be Double D.”
I glanced up, surprised. Eddy’s brother was staring down at me. He smiled.
“I remember you,” he went on, “from the tape the little pipsqueak sent me.” He smiled again, charmingly. “Studying bugs kinda gives you away, too.”
I fought off another blush as I stood up, brushing nonexistent dirt off my hands. Even kneeling on the grass I try to stay as clean as possible.
I looked at him again. Even standing he had inches – not to mention pounds – on me. (There’s something about the way Eddy and his brother are built – even later, though I do not know it now, they will be bigger than me. Almost everyone is bigger than me.)
When I said nothing his smile broadened. “You are Double D, aren’t you?” I nodded. He grinned even brighter and moved closer to me, saying in a conspiratorial whisper, “good. Because I have a secret message for one Double D. From Eddy.”
My heartbeat increased, pounding in my chest. A secret message? For me? From Eddy?
It was so... clandestine. It was almost... romantic.
I had to mentally give myself a good hard shake. Eddy was probably just being secretive because he’d come up with what he thought was the perfect scam, and he didn’t want anyone to give it away.
“So what’s the message?” I asked, trying for nonchalance. Being casual has never been my strong suit, but I gave it a good go.
“Meet him in the abandoned van at Hour="0" Minute="0">midnight,” Eddy’s brother said softly. “All will be explained.”
“ Midnight?” I gulped nervously. “I can’t be out at Minute="0">midnight, it’s too-“
“ Midnight,” Eddy’s brother replied firmly. “Has to be Minute="0" Hour="0">midnight.” With a knowing look back at my silent house, he went on, “I’m sure you can sneak out.”
I blushed again and looked down. Sneak out? I could walk out my front door. My parents weren’t home. They rarely were.
Eddy’s brother knew. He must’ve known. He smiled at me, kindly, and he knew.
I turned and left, not quite running.

Midnight. I got to the van a little early, and crawled inside the back. It was dark, and I’d brought a flashlight, though I hadn’t used it. I didn’t use it now.
I waited. It wasn’t long before the van door opened again, and someone entered. “Eddy?” I called out quietly. The door slid shut in response.
The clouds outside were covering the sky, so that very little light filtered in through the front window. In other words, I couldn’t see. I was about to reach for my flashlight when I felt a hand on my upper thigh. I froze.
“E-Eddy?” I whispered.
A mouth met mine in the dark, pressing, pressuring. I melted. He kissed me harder, pushing me back on the old, stained waterbed. I moaned his name into his mouth.
The hand on my leg moved up, stroked my inner thigh. I suddenly choked. Too fast. This was all too fast...
“Eddy,” I breathed. “Stop.”
His mouth pressed down harder, his tongue jabbed down my throat. The hand that had been caressing me moved to cup me. I jerked away.
“Eddy,” I gasped. “Please-“
I don’t know what happened. Did the clouds move? Had my eyes simply adjusted? Or did some dormant part of my brain suddenly awaken to show me the truth?
It didn’t – it doesn’t – matter. What matters is what I saw.
It wasn’t Eddy who’d been kissing me-
That was wishful thinking.
The person it had really been?
Eddy’s brother.
Surprise coated my insides, liberally mixed with a heady amount of shame. He’d heard me, heard my moans, my wistful utterances of hidden desires-
Before I could stutter out his name he was on me. His lips skid over mine. His knee expertly spread my legs. His hands delved into my crotch.
I struggled, but he was so big... Bigger than I... Despite everything I was ever told, I’d never really realized it before then, how skinny and weak I was, but in that moment I knew. I knew.
He pulled me closer, trapped me underneath him. His hot hands pulled up my shirt, slid over my skin. I felt his fingers playing with my nipples, and against my will I could feel them stiffening. Somehow I managed to free my mouth long enough to utter a plea.
“Please – please, I’m begging you-“
His mouth recaptured mine, and I couldn’t breathe. He finally released my lips so he could whisper into my ear as I struggled to catch my breath.
“I know you want me. No need to beg.”
I flushed hotly. That wasn’t why I – I tried to speak, to tell him so, but he kissed me again.
And yet, as I tried to speak, for all my supposed brains I still didn’t understand. What he was doing, why he was doing it, what the outcome would be – I couldn’t grasp it. My brain, so scientific, so rational, so logical, shut down in the face of this new stimuli. I shut down.
His tongue slid between my lips, his hands tore at my red shirt, ripping it. I felt like his fingers were rubbing my skin raw, his tongue exploring and scouring my mouth until I was practically choking on the wet, insistent, slippery rag.
I couldn’t cry out, I hadn’t the breath. And his hands moved, pulling my shorts down – how did he get them off me? How?
(Even now, I don’t know.)
(And even now, I can’t remember when I started to cry.)
The tears were just there, noticed because they began to slip in between our tightly clenched mouths, adding a dab of salt to the taste of bile quickly rising in my throat. When his lips slid down to my neck I tried to sob out a plea, though in my heart I sobbed out a prayer.
“Please,” I begged, breathless. “Please, stop-“
He laughed.
He laughed. At me. And I cringed. I so hate being laughed at.
“Stop it!” I cried out. “Stop this right now or I’ll-“
I didn’t even get a chance to finish my empty threat. He captured my lips once more, plundering my mouth. By now all I had left on was my underwear and my precious hat.
My hat. It’s my protection. My boundary. My wall.
And it failed me.
He reached into my underwear, and I recoiled. He laughed again, he laughed Eddy’s laugh, and suddenly pushed me down hard. The waterbed shook wildly beneath us, throwing me down again when I would’ve tried to struggle up. The waves didn’t affect him, though; he simply leaned up and stripped off his own shirt. Within seconds his pants were off as well, and he was naked.
I froze. Eddy’s brother was nude before me. Against my own volition my eyes fell to his groin, and I blushed hotly. He was... aroused. But why?
He reached for me again, but I was ready. I swung at him with all my strength.
He caught my wrist, wrenched my arm around to pin it to my side, and kissed me again. He pushed me back onto the bed, pinned me there. His skin slid along mine. He reached up and pinched my left nipple, making me jump and cry out.
His wet lips left sloppy kisses trailing down my throat. I could feel his saliva cooling on my skin, and yet it was burning, burning.
His lips delved lower, while I struggled to lift my somehow trapped arms, wanting so badly to push him away. It felt like he’d grown more limbs, like he was everywhere. I couldn’t escape him.
And he went lower, sucking on one nipple and then the other, turning them from soft nubs of flesh to burning peaks of molten heat – and God I hated him for it.
Even as I flailed, and fought, and tried not to faint he used all his considerable skills to draw pleasure from me, knowing I guess that the greatest pain can come from finding pleasure in pain.
And oh my was there pain. If God exists he was mocking me. To see a bigger, older version of my Eddy bent over me, licking and sucking me – it was a perversion of every silent, private dream I’d ever had. It cut deep.
His hands went to my underwear, and in my panic I did the thing I always do when I’m terrified out of my wits.
In a shrill voice I screamed out Eddy’s name.
But he didn’t hear me.
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