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They were nineteen when they finally scraped together enough money to move out of their parent’s house and to the big - and expensive - city that is Nimbasa. They had a small apartment, not even with two bedrooms, and still lived paycheck to paycheck every month.

But oh, it was worth it. It was so worth it.

They had come here for one reason and one reason only. Gear Station. 

Oh, how they had dreamt of working at Gear Station, dreamt about it for their whole lives. Working at the subways, learning every most intricate details about the trains, helping passengers. There was just one issue with that dream.

They had no experience what-so-ever.

They knew much, sure. They probably knew more about every track and every train in Gear Station than their most senior Depot Agent did. But you couldn’t very well put ‘hyperfixation for the past 15 years’ on a resumé.

And thus the best offer they got was a low-level internship role that sapped their time and paid them peanuts. Accepting that role had been the happiest day of their lives.

Essentially it was little part time jobs, one-time-gigs and the occasional Pokemon battle events that got them the money they needed to scrape together the cost of their rent and living. Thus, as much as the two twins loved each other, their time together was usually short and limited to their shared shifts at Gear Station.

It worked, though. After all, this was just temporary. Soon they’d convince their employer they were more valuable than any intern they’d ever have and they’d get their full time employment in no time!

Today, though, Emmet was working his 2AM shift as a night guard at the mall, while Ingo was left alone at home, the emptiness of the bed next to him too noticeable for him to be able to fall asleep yet.

Ingo sighed as he stared at the ceiling, his Pokemon have long since tucked themselves in and slept blissfully in the living room. Leaving him alone with his thoughts and the growing feeling of longing and loneliness as company.

Finally deciding that he wasn’t going to fall asleep any time soon, he did what anyone would do when they couldn’t sleep but couldn’t get out of bed to not disrupt the rest of the household. He went on his phone. First he checked if there was any news letters for Gear station, then moving on to the rest of his part time jobs and finally he went on social media to see what is new in Unova. There was nothing new from the last time he checked a few hours ago before he had tucked himself to bed, sadly. Leaving him to let out another dissatisfied sigh.

If someone were to ask how Ingo got to where he was now, he would have said he had no idea how he ended up on a post about interesting channels to watch for porn. Don’t get him wrong, Ingo did not have a big drive to do any nasties in his pants. That was more Emmet’s field, the memory always making Ingo chuckle of when he told his brother that yes, he did hear him in the middle of the night when the younger thought Ingo was asleep. The face Emmet made was something Ingo planned to never forget for the rest of his life.

But sometimes, just sometimes, Ingo didn’t mind to get a little nasty himself~

Which was how he ended up on Onlyfans, staring hard at the search bar after watching a few videos that wasn’t as interesting as the post had said. Perhaps it just wasn’t his taste or they had bad tastes themselves, either way it seemed like Ingo had to find what was right for him.

He wished he could ask Emmet right now, his brother would probably know what he might like.

Was that weird to ask of your twin? 

No, they had the same interest and they were very close. Surely Emmet would love to help his dear brother!

Same interest …

Trains!

Ingo typed in the word in the search bar and was most definitely not disappointed with the results he ended up with. No, not disappointed. Baffled would be a better term.

Because the first video he saw was from a user named ‘eelektr1kal’ who looked very much like himself, like his twin brother.

Oh dear…

Ingo didn’t know why but his finger pressed onto the video, watching in muted horror and curiosity as the video started to play.

The video started seemingly innocent, with Emmet close to the camera, sporting his favorite conductors hat. If it weren’t for the flushed cheeks, this part could’ve even been written off as nothing weird at all.

“This is your conductor speaking,” Emmets voice came, nearly monotone despite the wide, nervous smile on his face. “The train’s already on track to Galar, next stop Cockintake .”

Ingo almost choked on his own tongue at the name, remembering when Emmet first found out that that was a real place and the long list of super inappropriate names the younger had found and almost died on the floor laughing over.

When Emmet moved away from the camera, he was on his bed, his bottom half already stripped of any clothes, the crimson flush on his face glowing even stronger. Even now, his smile never left Emmet’s face, but to Ingo it was tense. Nervous.

“I hope you’ll have a good ride. ”

Emmet had decided to keep his shirt on and was now shifting on the mattress until his face and chest were on it, his ass lifted in the air, presented right towards the camera image Ingo was staring at right now.

It wasn’t like Ingo didn’t see Emmet’s butt before, he saw it plenty. But never in this setting, never like this. Not when the intension was very clearly something more dirty than the usual daily life they lived together.

Without much ado, Emmet’s hand started wandering down to his crotch. At first simply caressing his own thighs, squishing and squeezing and sometimes even playing with his balls. In this angle, Ingo could see the way Emmet’s cock reacted more than Emmet’s face, the appendage already starting to twitch and harden.

Emmet’s breathing turned into quiet pants.

Finally his hand moved to his dick, seemingly impatiently, like always. Ingo watched as his own twin brother started pumping himself, the movements switching between erratic and needy to strained and controlled every once in a while.

Emmet was trying to drag it out.

Even when Ingo never watched his brother jack off, he could still read his brother like an open book. The way Emmet’s toes curled, his thighs slightly started to shake whenever Emmet got close - that was when he’d go back to moving his hand more slowly. And although the camera was focused on his ass, Ingo could still see Emmet’s face through the space between his legs, one cheek smushed to the mattress. The hat had slipped off, his face was scrunched up, red and sweaty and Ingo could tell that this wasn’t just from the pleasure on his cock, this wasn’t the face he had caught his brother in those few times. This was, apparently , the face Emmet made when the embarrassing knowledge of people watching him, jacking off to him, overwhelmed the younger brother.

What was Emmet doing?! Why would he do this? He didn’t look uncomfortable but why would he be exposing himself like this? 

Why did he have to look so good doing it?

Finally, Emmet stopped touching his dick. He moved his hand away, sat up to face the camera once more, with his actual face again. His dick still sat hard in his lap, crying for attention.

For a few moments Emmet was quiet, composing himself.

“L-Looks like it’s time to shift gears…” He said, before lying down again. He was on his back this time, but moved a pillow under his lower back to lift his ass just a bit, once more presented to the camera. To Ingo.

Emmet didn’t waste time with any fondling instead. His hand was already slick and sticky from precum, but Emmet still dripped a bit of lube on it, before going straight to business.

A finger slid right into Emmet’s ass. Emmet, Ingo’s twin, Ingo’s baby brother who he had been sharing a room with since they’d been in diapers, who he’s been closer two than any two men could’ve ever possibly been, started to let out a deep, needy moan. A noise he’s never heard from Emmet before.

Ingo blushed so hard it was like he was burning alive when the moan shot down right into his pants. His dick straining in his boxers causing Ingo to wince, the shame that built up while watching his dear brother masturbate intensified once he released is aching cock from its confines. His hands rubbing it up and down in the same pace to match Emmet’s.

Emmet had run out of patience. His finger was pumping in and out of his ass in a fast pace, only growing faster as Emmet added another, and eventually a third. He only slowed down once or twice to scissor them, spread his asshole open for the camera, slick and wet from the lube, precum and sweat all combining together.

Emmet wasn’t loud, but he was noisy. Small grunts, groans and moans filled the otherwise silence of the video, finally turning into whines and mewls the closer he got to his high, the more erratic the fingering grew.

“W-We’re ab-bout to reach our ne- ah! Our next stop,” Emmet managed to stammer out in between pants and whines, his fingers never stopping to penetrate his ass. “P-Please step away from the d-doors and-”

He didn’t get to finish this sentence, instead letting out a small shout as he slammed his fingers into his ass one last time, his dick twitching in blissful pleasure, releasing strings of cum covering Emmet’s stomach and chest.

Ingo bit down to not wake up his Pokemon as he came with his brother, grunting as he pumped through his orgasm. Stars filling his vision as his body sank back into the mattress.

In the video, Emmet went limp for a few moments, his whole body relaxing in the afterglow. After a few moments he swallowed.

“Thank you for using the Eelektrikal train line. I hope our service was to your standards…”

Ingo shivered. Was that a spin off to his own phrases he used at work?

The video faded to black after that, until it finally got replaced with a little message prompting Ingo to subscribe if he wished to see more.

Ingo stared at the little button for some time, weighing his options on sanity or insanity. His gaze drifted to the comments to the side and his eyes widened. Ah, Emmet got a lot of money making just a singular video of him. This must be why. Well, if Emmet can keep a secret so can Ingo.

Ingo pressed subscribe.

-

It has been a week since Ingo has found his twin brother’s Onlyfans and he has dutily spent that time watching every single video when he got the chance. He should feel more guilty that he did, but he just couldn’t help himself. Emmet looked really good. Too good.

It happened while Ingo was at work, rush over finally settled and left as Ingo and his coworkers finally was able to relax and calm down from the frenzy that was rush hour. That was when he got it, a notification one his phone that eelektr1kal was live now.

Right now.

This very second.

His brother was playing with himself right fucking now in their bedroom on livestream.

Ingo’s voice cracked to a higher pitch when he called out to his other coworker, “ BATHROOM BREAK! ” hurrying along before anyone could say anything to stop him. Not like they would, Ingo was known to be very professional and work oriented. 

With quick fingers Ingo locked the bathroom and hurried to the last stall and locked that door too, sitting down on the toilet and digging into his pockets for the very much needed headphones. 

Once everything was prepared he finally tuned into his brother’s dirty little secret.

It seemed like he hadn’t missed too much, as Emmet was still more than halfway dressed. The chat was already active with people commenting on Emmet’s casual work outfit, making some predictions on Emmet’s plans.

A message popped up in the right bottom corner of the video.

“20URD

MommyMusharna

Take off your shirt, cutie! Let us see those twink tits of yours”

Ingo glanced under his own shirt. Twink tits?

Emmet didn’t seem too phased at the request. “Ah. If you wish so…” He started loosening his tie, undoing a few of the buttons, before pulling the shirt off over his head and tossing it to the side. Now all he had still on were his train track themed socks and his Eelektross boxershorts.

Emmet was sitting on his bed, shifting a little. “What else would my fans like me to take off?” He asked towards the camera, before pulling one of his legs closer to himself, tugging at the hem of his socks. “Or would you like me to keep the rest on?”

Ingo had half a mind to tell Emmet to cover up, that he didn’t need to expose himself to anyone else but him. That he didn’t need to resort to this to take care of their money problem, to only show these sides of him to his twin brother alone. But he didn’t, he only watched as the shame and guilt of watching his brother defile himself in front of many for their sake, for Ingo’s sake.

His sweet baby brother…

Another donation came in.

“15URD
WhoreKnee

keep on the socks take off the boxrs dammit”

Well, can’t get much clearer than that.

Emmet let out a small laugh, before simply nodding. He started sliding off his boxer shorts, seemingly dragging this one out more than the others, slowly revealing the still soft dick it hid, before tossing those to the side as well.

“Today,” Emmet began, opening one of his drawers, “I brought some new toys… With the help of your donations.”

Emmet pulled out two toys from the drawer.

Ingo blinked. Since when did he have the time to buy those?

One of them was a masturbator, a cylindrical tube, transparent so you could see the intricate grooves inside of it. The other one was a black dildo, much thicker and larger than any beginner would likely start out with.

“I thought,” Emmet started, his thumb moving to sensually prod into the opening of the masturbator, “why not let you pick-” He paused, now licking a long line from the base of the dildo to the very tip of it. “-which one I use today?”

Oh dragons Emmet was going to be the death of Ingo. Somehow Ingo already knew this from the moment he was able to understand pain and his love for his brother.

Emmet you fiend.

A couple more donations came in, growing and growing in amount, each with their own comments on which one Emmet should use today.

Finally one came in, overshadowing the rest.

“1000URD

S3XNSW4NN4

You should fuck that pussy hard and dirty, the way you’d fuck your little sugar princess~”

Emmet’s eyes widened as the number popped up on his own screen.

“Looks like the winning request arrived at our station,” he finally said, already placing the dildo to the side, to focus on the masturbator today. “Thank you veeeerrry much, my princess. Your donation is greatly appreciated.” His voice was dripping sweetly like the honey of a combee, you could tell by now Emmet had gathered enough experience and confidence in this… field to not feel as nervous as he had in the beginning.

Even though Ingo knew Emmet was calling someone else princess, it still sent a shiver down his spine as Emmet said it. The thought of Emmet over him and calling him princess making heat shoot up his face and his pants to get real tight a little too quick for Ingo’s liking.

Emmet reached for the drawer once more, this time pulling out a small bottle of blue tinted lubricant, spreading it over one of his hands. He was sitting close to the camera now, the masturbator in focus, as Emmet started slowly sliding one lubed up finger into the opening, moving it around slow and sensually, like he was fingering a real partner rather than a toy. Ingo could see Emmet’s finger through the transparent cylinder, making sure to stroke along every grooved side.

“Are you liking it this way, my princess?” Emmet hummed lowly into the camera. “Or perhaps this is your preferred track?” Emmet removed the finger again, instead moving the toy to his mouth now, his tongue putting up a show inside the masturbator. This may not be the most ideal way to lube up the toy, considering most of the lube was now on Emmet’s tongue, but it did make for quite the display.

A display that made Ingo growl in his hand, his other pumping his dick slowly. Slow enough to be torture but he didn’t want to start without his brother. “Yes, yes that is goood~ Bravo Emmet, keep going for your princess~”

Emmet’s lubed up hand went down to his crotch, out of the frame, but only for a few moments, before a few donation messages made him aware of his mistake and Emmet started to move back away from the camera, showing his whole body once more.

“Ah, my apologies,” he muttered, before going straight back to eating out the masturbator, the hand now spreading blue tinted lube all over Emmet’s half hard dick. With the color you could perfectly see the lube starting to cover every inch and crevice of it.

Emmet released the masturbator from his mouth with a satisfying squelch of his tongue, saliva connecting the cylinder to his mouth. “Hah… I think… this vehicle is ready to be coupled with the rest of the train…” He hummed, repositioning himself and the camera for a moment, to give his viewers a better shot of himself, before finally settling to sit, his back to a pillow. His head fell back as he finally slid the masturbator over his dick, letting out a long, languished groan.

Ingo groaned with him, his hand tighten around himself while slowly moving down like he too was pushing into something.

Emmet’s pace immediately started rather fast, already too excited to hold himself back much. He was pumping the masturbator up and down his dick at first, but quickly switched to thrusting his hips upwards into it instead, moans and groans leaving his lips in an endless stream.

Donations starting coming in more, praising Emmet’s noises, telling him to squeeze his nipples, pull his own hair. Requests Emmet gladly followed, but never could quite focus on for very long, his own head fuzzy with pleasure.

His face was flushed, breathing quick and labored, one hand buried into his messy hair when the next big donation came in.

“222URD

dandy_dewott

lie on that bodypillow and hump into that for us owo”

Emmet paused for a second, trying to decode the message through the static of the blood rushing through his ears. Pillow. Pillow. Right. He had a rather large pillow, ripe for hugging by the side of his bed.

He changed positions until the camera saw him from his side, pillow pulled close and lying over it. The masturbator was nestled into one end of the pillow. Emmet took all but ten seconds to align his dick with the transparent tube once more, before ramming his hips into it at a breakneck speed.

His groan was deep and dripping of near feral pleasure.

Ingo had to bite his lip to stop himself from being any louder than he should be, his hand going faster and faster to meet Emmet’s pace. His face burning from chasing his high and his brain going foggy as he watched Emmet unravel right before his eyes.

Never had he seen his brother unravel in such a way, maybe in others but this was on a whole new level. A new type of delicious that Ingo might just become addicted to. “Oh Emmet~”

“666URD

H0RNYH3RD13R
Come on, sexy, make some NOISE! Tell us who you’re thinking of!”

Emmet’s hazy, clouded eyes focused on the screen just barely, but the words registered enough. Ingo could see Emmet’s adams apple bob as he swallowed heavily, then let out a whine.

“F-Fine…” He mumbled, his tone no longer dripping that sickly sweet confidence and instead sounding bashful, almost like a boy pressured to admit his embarrassing secrets.

Emmets mouth opened, lips forming a soundless name, before a quiet, barely audible voice escaped it.

“I-Ingo…”

A dam broke.

“AH! INGO! ” Emmet cried out, thrusting his hips into the pillow impossibly faster. “INGO, INGO, INGOINGO INGOINGO!”

Ingo choked, his body wanting to freeze from the world shattering realization that his brother was calling out to him. His baby brother was calling out his own big brother’s name as he chased the last terminal. But his body refused to to stop, refused to freeze no matter how much it wanted to. 

“Emmmmm~” Ingo swallowed, drool running down his mouth and hands as he forced his mouth closed, tears in the corners of his eyes.

Emmet was calling for him and ooohhh how badly Ingo wanted to call right back.

After that, Emmet couldn’t last much longer. The chat was going crazy over Emmet’s reaction, donations flooding in commenting on how badly Emmet must be wanting to fuck Ingo, how pathetically needy he was, what a good whore Emmet was being.

Emmet didn’t register any of them anymore. His face was flat sideways on the pillow, facing the camera, eyes hazy, drool running from his open mouth as he wouldn’t stop chanting Ingo’s name, over and over like it was the only thing keeping him alive, only ever stopping to let moans, whines and curses slip in every once in a while.

Emmet came with a cry, muffled by the pillow as he finally bit into it. His hips were stuttering and shaking, cum dripping out of the masturbator and staining the pillow and mattress.

The sight left Ingo breathless as he emptied his own load, his hand catching most of the cum. His body shook as he experienced the most violent yet most satisfying orgasm he ever had.

“MMHHHH~” Ingo sure hoped no one can hear him through the bathroom door. Oh god please no one heard him. They need this job!

“Fuck… Ah… Fuck…” Emmet looked like he was gone to the world, dazed and tired.

“125URD

H0RNYH3RD13R
What a good boy you are, fucked completely stupid.”

It took Emmet a good few moments before he finally did manage to sit up, his legs shaking a little underneath him.

“Th-Thank you so much… for your support…” He muttered to no one in particular, before the livestream finally turned off unceremoniously. 

Ingo stared at the screen where his brother once was, gasping as he caught his bearings. 

He was going to hell for this.

-

Sadly Emmet was at work when Ingo came home, making the elder feeling sad and alone. 

With a sigh (he sure was sighing a lot ever since they started having different schedules) Ingo distracted himself by feeding their Pokemon and tidying up the small apartment they shared. Absently sniffing the air and Emmet’s sheets like the nasty creeper he was. 

Would Emmet call him a creep? Or would he like the idea of Ingo searching for a whiff of evidence of what happened here mere hours ago?

Speaking of evidence… where were those toys?

Ingo was sure that he would have noticed any toys Emmet might have used somewhere at some point . It seems he would have to investigate.

With the excuse that he was cleaning the apartment, Ingo set out to search for Emmet’s little secret. It seemed that he knew his brother better than he thought, after perhaps 5 minutes of searching Ingo found a locked box under Emmet’s bed hidden behind the few shoe boxes.

Taking it out and looking at it at all sides Ingo concluded that it would be most unwise and quite rude to break it open with pure force. So with the skills his brother himself has taught him, Ingo grabbed Emmet’s lockpicking set and made quick work of the lock.  

With a pleased “Aha!” Ingo opened the box and was greeted to the surprising sight of many sex toys, enough to make Ingo’s eyes widen and his face to flush. “Oh dear, Emmet you have been busy…”

With careful fingers Ingo started to look through all the goodies that Emmet selfishly kept to himself. Seeing many kinds of plugs, dildos, fleshlights, vibrates and some accessories like nipple clamps and collars. 

When has Emmet been this kinky behind Ingo’s back?

His eyes finally landed on the masturbater that Emmet has used on his last stream, sitting there innocently like Ingo didn’t know where its been and how it made his younger brother crumble into a big mess moaning out his name like a whor-

Ingo took a deep breath as he grabbed it, pulling it out and stuffing the box back under the bed.

Making sure the door was locked and the curtains were closed, Ingo then plopped down on the bed with his lower body void of any clothes. The masturbater looked a little imitating in his hand knowing that it was used not that long ago by his twin, his own twin brother’s dick was inside this thing and now it was going to have Ingo’s in a few short moments.

The thought alone made his dick hard. 

Well, no time like the present to try brand new things.

-

Not even a week passed since the last livestream, when Emmet was quietly planning his next video. He had found that his type of consumers preferred quantity over quality, whenever he stopped making videos for a short time, the next video to drop would have a significant loss in revenue.

But the last stream went… really well. Emmet shivered at the memory, his cheeks flushing already. He hadn’t expected to lose himself this much, and in front of so many eyes, too… 

Emmet locked the door to their room. Ingo was in the living room, waiting for his brother to join him for dinner, and Emmet would do so any moment. He just wanted to prepare his toys for when his brother would leave early the next morning, leaving Emmet alone at home.

Something irked Emmet when he pulled out the box and opened it. Something… bothered him. Odd. He could’ve sworn he placed his masturbator exactly two inches to the left of the black dildo, making sure that each toy had an equal amount of space between each other. Was it moved when Emmet had dragged the box, or…?

Curiously and nervously Emmet pulled out the the masturbator, leading it to his nose to smell.

It. Definitely . Smelled different. The smell of the soap was all off, not at all smelling like the rich coconut one Emmet had used, and there was something else, something he couldn’t quite place.

A shiver ran down Emmet’s spine as his face flushed and he stood up straight. There were only so many things this could mean.

He marched his way to the living room stiffly.

“ Ingo. ” He barely breathed out. His voice was monotone, clipped, barely keeping it together. He wasn’t sure if he truly wanted to ask his big brother if this was his work, admitting that Emmet not only possessed, but also hid sex toys from him.

But if it wasn’t Ingo… the real answer might be a lot worse.

Ingo looked up from his phone to look at Emmet, he could already hear and see something was bothering his brother the second he made himself known. “Yes Emmet, is something wrong?”

“I am Emmet, yes. There is something very wrong, brother.” Emmet stated matter-of-factly, the toy in question not yet held to Ingo’s view and instead hidden behind Emmet’s back. “Did you… go through my things?”

The man clad in black titled his head to the side, looking innocent. “What ever do you mean brother? We share everything.” Ingo knew he was being mean, but he couldn’t help it. His brother actually hid something from him and even if Ingo hated to admit it to himself, he kinda wasn’t over that.

Emmet was already flushing, both frustrated, embarrassed and guilty. “...I may have kept some secrets,” he finally admitted. “But I believe you may have already discovered it.”

Ingo folded his hands on his lap, his body straighten like he was a strick parent. “My, I wouldn’t ever expect my dear twin brother to hide anything from me. Why don’t you tell me about these secrets you kept away from your dear loving brother. ” He might be being too mean and Ingo knows it, but he couldn’t let his voice carry his usual emotions unless Emmet would hear the slight bit of anger that reared it’s ugly head.

Since when was Ingo angry? He didn’t even know himself that was was upset about this unless now.

Emmet didn’t need to hear the anger in Ingo’s voice to be able to tell something was off. For the guilt to twist in his stomach and make him feel sick. Damn it, this shouldn’t even be this big of a deal, after all, wasn’t it normal for young adults to still be shy about their sex lives?

Emmet swallowed hard.

“I believe you’ve found this,” he said, finally revealing the masturbator behind his back. “Alongside… similar toys.”

Ingo nodded but said nothing.

“I need to know. Did you touch it?” Emmet’s voice started to grow a bit urgent. “ Someone touched it, and if you didn’t, that’d raise a who-”

“I touched it, yes.” Ingo quickly spoke, better to rid Emmet of those fears as quickly as possible. He might be mad at Emmet but he wouldn’t want his brother to go down a scary rabbit hole if he can help it.

Emmet’s shoulders sagged in relief, accompanied by a sigh. Only for the relief to be quickly chased away by embarrassment heating his face in a crimson red.

“Ah. Good. Did you… use it?”

“Yes.” Came Ingo’s short reply, growing more nervous himself as this topic continued.

“Right.” Emmet felt himself growing more and more nervous. Ingo hadn’t just found his toys, god damn it, he used it!? The toy Emmet had just used for his last livestream? The one that he had stuffed his dick into, Ingo stuffed his’ in just a few hours later… was this… indirect sex?

No… right?

Emmet found himself not disliking the idea, though.

“I. Suppose we share everything. Right?” He finally said, his voice a bit quieter than usually. Testing.

“Yes. Unless you don’t want to anymore…” The eldest looked away, forcing his hands to stay still and not fiddle with his finger nails to show Emmet that he was nervous. Who was he kidding though, Emmet knew him very well and most likely knew he was nervous and upset from many other tells Ingo himself might not be aware of. Dammit sometimes having a twin that knows you in and out can be troublesome. 

“No, I-!” Emmet paused. He hated seeing Ingo like this. Upset. He took a deep breath, then sat down next to Ingo.

“I suppose an apology is in place.” He muttered, his own hands tightening on his lap. “I just… wasn’t sure you’d be happy. Especially with our money situation…” Emmet didn’t feel quite right telling Ingo about the source of most his income yet. It was already hard enough talking about this, but his videos? Great dragons, that’d be nerve wracking. And Emmet knew for a fact Ingo would hate the idea of Emmet selling himself like this in any capacity.

He didn’t need to know. Not ever. Once their job as Depot Agents would get more solidified, he could quit making videos and eradicate any evidence of them and Ingo would never have to know.

“I don’t mind sharing. I just didn’t want to upset you…”

“But you have. I thought we shared everything . It is not nice finding hidden tracks that I was not aware of, tracks that lead away from me. That you felt the need to hide from me…” Ingo looks at Emmet now, his brow furrowed. “Do you not trust me enough to see that part of you? Did I do something wrong to make you feel like you can not show yourself completely to me? To do something without… me?”

The thought of Emmet wanting to hide and do things without him stuck his heart so hard Ingo had to put all his effort not to physically flinch.

“ Ingo! ” Emmet’s voice was pleading to Ingo’s ears even if his voice didn’t physically show it. “You know that’s not the case! We are a two cart train and I’d never wish to uncouple from you. I just wasn’t sure you’d… understand. Not fully. You never were very… active in this area.”

“I would still do my best to understand and give you the space you need to grow to who you want to be.” Ingo fires back, his arms now crossing. That was a bullshit excuse and they both know it.

Emmet flinched at Ingo’s tone. He nodded. “You’re right. I have no excuse.”

He didn’t know what to say. Was this the first time either of them kept something from the other? He felt horrible, and the knowledge that he was still keeping something nagged on the back of his mind, but… no. It’d be better. If he told Ingo, he’d might tell him to stop, and Emmet knew he couldn’t say no if he did. But if Emmet stopped making videos, they’d be much shorter on money…

“...Can I make it up somehow?”

“You can, but before we continue down that track I have one more question for you. Is there anything else you were hiding from me?” Ingo wants to know, needs to see if Emmet would confess. Give him a chance to come clean before he beats his brother in for hiding and possibly lying once everything is out in the open. If he decides to lie to him right now…

“No.” Emmet knew he was dooming himself to an afterlife in hell. It’d be worth it. “Nothing. Well… I did… eat that last slice of pizza the other day. It wasn’t actually Garbara…”

“I see…” Ingo nodded, looking to the TV that he had left on, not actually watching what was on currently. 

So Emmet has chosen his fate, Ingo can’t bring himself to feel bad.

“The food is getting cold, grab your plate and let's get eating. I am hungry.” Ingo shooed Emmet off the couch, directing him towards the kitchen.

-

Ingo yawned into his hand as he finished up his lunch, his other hand closing his lunch box and stuffing it back in his bag. He was at work currently, on his lunch break.

Almost three days after Ingo used their now shared toys and Emmet finding out about it. He has yet to cash in on what Emmet can do to make it up to him, but Ingo will wait until the other shoe dropped before he got to that. All the more reason for Emmet to do what he wants if there was more reasons to make up for.

Ingo was about to get up when his phone dinged, curious that it might be his Emmet he goes to check. Only to stop once he realizes what exactly it was.

It was indeed his Emmet, but not a message. No, it was Onlyfans telling him his brother is going live again. Was it time already? He knew it was coming but time sure flew faster than he had realized while thinking about how to make his brother squirm.

Oh dragons, give him strength.

Quickly Ingo moved to his ‘spot’, which consisted in the bathroom again, same drill as the last time. Lock the door, go to the last stall and lock that door too. With more excitement than he should ever have in watching his brother play with himself, Ingo tunes in.

This time Ingo managed to join the stream just as it was starting, getting to see Emmet setting up the camera, making sure everything worked well. The camera, though, was pointing somewhere different than it usually would.

Once everything was adjusted, Emmet moved away to the camera, sitting down on the bed in view. It wasn’t Emmets bed.

“Today I thought… it might be interesting to, ah… Use my big brother’s bed instead of my own…”

Ingo narrowed his eyes at the screen with a blush. 

That little…!

Emmet’s smile grew a little as he watched the chat come alive, messages calling him a brat, nasty, one even calling him a mischievous rascal.

“There is more reason to it than just the… taboo -ness of it, however,” he decided to add, but decided to show rather than to explain.

Firstly, though, Emmet had to get rid of some clothes. He ditched his shirt easily, but decided to put up a bit of a show for the camera as he slid his pants down slowly, revealing instead of boxers a pair of black, lacy panties alongside some thigh-high stockings.

An outfit Emmet would never even have considered to wear, but had been greatly requested by a few of his viewers now.

Ingo blinked, the black articles of clothing catching him by surprise. He was the twin that wore black, but here his brother is wearing the dark shade and looking soooo good in it. Almost like it’s screaming to the world that he belongs to Ingo. The twin in black, property of the twin that owns black.

The thought makes him groan as he rubbed a hand down his pants.

With the clothes off and his outfit revealed - oh and what a successful reveal it was judging by the way the chat was going crazy, a few donations already coming in, calling him either cute or demeaning names - it was time for Emmet to reveal the rest of his plans today.

As usual Emmet had his toys for the day ready and prepared in the drawer, Ingo’s drawer this time around. He made sure to bend his ass towards the camera as he leaned to open the drawer, the thin panties doing little to hide his dick and balls.

If Ingo was to die here, he would fucking make sure Emmet will die with him for keeping this from him and not letting him have some of the cake before he died.

When Emmet reemerged, he had a collar around his neck, the triangle tag clearly having something engraved on it, but it was too small to be eligible from the camera view.

“I have been a bad bro- a bad dog, these days.” Emmet decided to explain. “I may be… alone, but I still need to get punished.”

Oh dear dragons, is Emmet talking about him? Talking about how he was a bad boy for Ingo? Oh the collar has his triangle symbol! This was for him! This was all for Ingo! 

Ingo might just cream his pants right here and now if Emmet kept it up.

Emmet’s face was already lit up bright. He shifted the collar a bit to attach a leash onto it, before moving it back in place.

The twins shared a lot. Almost everything in fact, But while Emmet’s bed had been a modern one, boxy, flat and made of almost white steel, Ingo’s bed frame was wooden, painted black a headboard held up by two poles at each corner. Emmet easily looped the handle of the leash around the pole, tugging at it twice to make sure it wouldn’t slip off.

“50URD

sawkasass22

fuck eel, ur killing us man”

“42URD

mAxew

OHH someone needs to CHOKE you with that collar”

“25URD

trufflet

mmmh good doggie”

Emmet smiled as he watched the positive reactions, having hoped this would get a rise out of people. But as much as it excited his viewership, it was clear Emmet got a rise out of this himself, his already half hard cock straining against the lacy panties.

“Only issue is,” he finally went on. “This puppy isn’t known to behave .”

And with that Emmet put two fingers in his mouth, covering them in spit rather quickly, before already lying back, the fingers moving the panties aside enough to reveal his hole.

Emmet gasped as he started prodding it, the leashed collar tugging just the smallest bit as he leaned his head back in pleasure.

The first finger slid in so easily, almost like it was sucked up by his ass, and Emmet already started twisting and pumping it in and out of his ass. It didn’t take long for him to add a second one, scissoring his fingers to stretch out his hole for the world to see.

The world and Ingo.

Drool was starting to pile in his mouth, forcing him to swallow and lick his lips as he watched his brother open up to him, to everyone. 

Part of him didn’t want others to see Emmet so indecent, another part of him was begging for Emmet to continue.

And almost as if he heard his brother’s thoughts, continuing is exactly what Emmet was doing.

He pulled the fingers out of his ass with a bit of a wet squelch, sweat and saliva dripping from it. Emmet shifted on the bed to grab the last two tools out of the drawer:

The big, black dildo as well as a bottle of lube.

Emmet wasn’t wasting time, already dumping a good sharing of lube onto the dildo, before moving to change to a position easier to fuck himself in, while still well visible on the camera.

The leash tugged angrily at Emmet’s throat as he moved too far, choking him slightly in the process. Emmet’s reaction was a startled yelp, his cock twitching in responde.

Emmet moved more slowly, carefully now, and eventually settled for a position that had the leash taut, but not quite yet tugging. Emmet was sitting upright on the mattress, facing the camera, the dildo’s base wide enough to sit relatively stable on the bed. Emmet’s ass was hovering right over it.

Ingo wasn’t so sure Emmet prepared enough for that, a few fingers were nothing compared to that dildo’s girth. He hoped Emmet followed his safety checks…

“25URD

TWIIIAAANNS4DAYS

I hope you completed your safety checks…”

There, as much as Ingo didn’t want to intervene, he had to make sure Emmet was safe.

Emmet, though, simply stared blankly at the screen. It was as if his brain crashed as the words and the name slowly sunk in, recognition growing rapidly, yet his brain trying to reject it.

Finally his eyes widened.

“I- Ingo!? ”

His knee’s buckled at the thought, the thought of his brother watching him right now, stripped to nothing but lingerie, a dildo right below his ass.

Or, well, it was below his ass, before finally his knees gave in, dropping him right onto the full length of it.

Emmet screamed at the sudden intrusion, instinctively slumping forward, only to get choked by the collar in the process, letting out a startled sob.

“Brother!” Ingo called, already frantic and regretting that he even commented in the first place. His brother could be hurt and suffocating right now because of him! “Oh, please be okay!”

Emmet lifted himself up after a few moments, his face flushed so red it could be mixed up with one of a Darmanitan. Tears were staining his face and his breathing came in quick pants.

“I-Ingo…?” He asked again, his voice small.

Ingo’s fingers were quick to respond, this time deciding not to put an money behind it. He was relieved that his brother looked alive at least, even though he looked fully wrecked.

“TWIIIAAANNS4DAYS

Those sheets better be clean when I get home, brother. >:c”

The chat was going crazy .

“WhoreKnee

brother!? ”

“H0RNYH3RD13R

Holy shit is @TWIIIAAANNS4DAYS that Ingo guy?”

“dandy_dewott

is ingo his brother wtf?”

“mAxew

omfg that ass must be WRECKED rn”

“GENESECT2

incest.”

But all Emmet could do was let out a pathetic whine, his cock impossibly hard against his panties at the confirmation that, yes. This was Ingo. His brother. His big brother was watching him fuck himself on his bed.

“ Ingooo ,” Emmet whined, starting to rut on the dildo now that the pain had slowly started to calm and his needy horniness started to take over once more. “Fuuuck, hahhh. Ingooo.” He was bouncing a little now, with every bounce upwards the leash started to tug at his throat, but this time the choking feeling was expected. Welcomed. It made the heat in his stomach grow all the hotter, made his cock cry for attention, cry to be as abused as his ass and throat were being right now.

“744URD
S3XNSW4NN4

Fuck, Eel, come on! Tell us about your brother, tell us what you want to do with him!”

Ingo blushed, not only did he realize that his presence is known to everyone and it caused quite a big wave, but people are getting off on it too! They want to know what Emmet would do to him. Ingo kinda wants to know what Emmet would do to him if he got the chance…

Dragons… Emmet was calling for him and he knows now that Ingo is receiving his calls.

Fuck.

Emmet’s eyes looked hazy as he glanced to the screen, his head swimming with pleasure and anxiety both, mixing into a cocktail that had him going crazy. It took him a moment to register the request.

And then another to react. They wanted to know. What he’d do with Ingo. His Ingo. The one that was watching.

“TWIIIAAANNS4DAYS

Go ahead, answer.”

Emmet whined in response.

“Y-Yes, brother…” He muttered, voice unsteady both from nerves and from his own ragged breathing. He never stopped riding that dildo.

“I want- Ah…” Emmet shut his eyes tight, almost as if this could hide him from his brother’s watching eyes. How did he look like right now, Emmet wondered… 

“I- I want to… I want to fuck you… Been wanting to fuck you for- Ah, ahh!! Hah… F-For so long…”

He was speeding up a little, the tightness of the leash making him gasp and pant, his voice starting to sound choked.

“I want you t-to destroy me, too. F-Fuck me, fuck, I want you to fuck me silly!” 

Emmets hand was pumping his dick now, short, quick pumps that left it looking squished and abused.

“Anything, fuck, a-anything! You can d-do anything to me, Ingo, I’m yours, all yours, all yours! ”

Ingo gasped, his hand squeezing his own cock as he humped into it. A lot more excited than he was previously. His brother wanted so much from him, wanted to do many things to him and Ingo can’t help but feel the same. Oh, how he wanted to do all those things to Emmet, for Emmet to do those things to him.

“Oh~ Ohh~ OOHH EMMET~ My Emmet!” Ingo groaned, his pace going faster as he watched his brother fuck himself silly while uttering such lewd things about him.

Emmet couldn’t last much longer, not like this. Not with Ingo swimming in his head, driving him crazy. He cried out Ingo’s name when he came, his whole body shaking and cum covered his hand, dripping onto the mattress.

Emmet was panting, his upper body limply hanging by the collar as he was trying to recover any sense of sentience in his brain.

The chat was not happy.

“sawkasass22

aww dont be done so fast!”

“mAxew
This was supposed to be 2 hours!!!”

“archieflops

cmon eely, u can handle sum more”

Ingo watched Emmet’s limp body on the stream, the sexual energy not spent for Ingo either. He wanted to be there, he wanted to touch his brother and kiss and do everything Emmet said he wanted them to do. He just needed to be there.

With that thought in mind, Ingo barely registered how he was already out of the bathroom, his legs taking him out the doors of his work in record time. He just barely had enough time to tell some of his coworkers that he had to get to his brother now, family emergency. He was glad they already knew how much he loved his dear twin and how he would go running the second he needed Ingo.

“TWIIIAAANNS4DAYS

I’m coming home.”

Emmet’s eyes clung to that name, this name specifically, a whine escaping his throat.

Ingo was coming. Ingo was coming home.

“trufflet
haha doggies gettin rekt”

“Dearling

Oohh eel, aren’t you lucky?”

“GENESECT2

incest.”

A ping notified Emmet of another donation, the message popping up on his screen.

“211URD
S3XNSW4NN4

You better wait patiently for your brother, dear, you did soil his bed after all. Only fair he gets to punish you~”

Emmet groaned at the message, his vision starting to swim a little just from the idea… the idea of Ingo seeing him like this, fucked, spent and a mess, his face flushed and sticky from tears. What would he do to him? Punish him? Reward him…?

Whichever it was, Emmet would wait to find out like a good puppy, only moving enough to pull the dildo out of his ass, tossing it aside carelessly. He was lying to his side while he was waiting, panting, spent. Mute.

“dandy_dewott

aww puppy’s all spent”

-

It took Ingo ten minutes to run all the way home, the whole time his body complaining from the sudden exertion after an orgasam but he didn’t care at all. The only thing he cared about was his brother, his needy bratty brother that was on his bed waiting for him . On his ruined bed with his sweet brother’s juices all over it.

Ingo slammed the door open, panting like his life depended on it. Maybe it did? When did Ingo take a moment to actually breathe correctly?

“ EMMET!! ” Ingo bellowed anyways, wanted his brother to know he was here, even if he is leaning against the front door in exhaustion. 

They are definitely going to get complaints for that…

Emmet couldn’t care less right now, though. As soon as he heard the voice he was sitting upright, eyes wide.

“Ingo!!!” He called back, his voice naturally much quieter than his brothers, but with the way he’d been screaming and getting choked, it was even more so, the abuse running it thin and hoarse.

Ingo ran up to their bedroom door and shoved it open, still panting but at least he wasn’t kneeling over and wheezing anymore. “Emmet, brother, I’m here. I’m here. ” He slowed down now that he was in the room, walking towards the bed and coming from the side. Lifting a knee until it rest on the edge of the bed as he leaned over Emmet, a hand going to his younger brother’s chin to lift it up to look into his eyes.

Ingo wanted to see those eyes, he wanted to get lost in them as he got swept up in pleasure. “Emmet…”

“dandy_dewott

eels name is emmet?? 0_0”

“WhoreKnee

waitwaitwait wait wait wait waitwaitwait holdon”

“WhoreKnee

why does ingo look LIKE him”

“trufflet

two eelektr1kals????”

“S3XNSW4NN4
Emmet, Emmet, deary, are your hats matching? How devoted~”

“archieflops

@S3XNSW4NN4 i wnt back to the start of the stream, yup their matching. clothes too”

“GENESECT2

twincest.”

Emmet didn’t even register the chat. It was nothing but background static by now, as he was completely and utterly lost in Ingo’s eyes, his heart beating so loud in Emmet’s chest he was sure Ingo could hear it as well.

“Ingo…” He breathed out, swept and needy for him.

Ingo leaned in to do what both of them always wanted to do. He kissed him, he kissed his dear twin brother. His body leaning forward until he was half laying on Emmet, deepening the kiss.

Emmet was practically melting into the kiss, the noise he let out being a mixture of both a moan and a whine. He opened his mouth immediately, letting Ingo invade it, take it over as his own. Oh, how he wanted Ingo to claim him…

Ingo’s hand went down Emmet’s face to go down his body but his hand stopped at the collar. Curious, he pulled away from his younger brother and looked at the collar only for his eyes to widen when he saw what it read.

‘Emmet- Belongs to Ingo’

“Ohhh, I really like that.” His head was titled down, but his shot up to look at his brother with a lustful look as he gently pulls on the leash. “I wonder why I wasn’t made aware of that sooner~?” 

Emmet whimpered at the pull, his face red and his dick already rock hard again.
“I… wasn’t sure you’d like it…”

Was he stupid for having been worried Ingo wouldn’t like it? Perhaps. After all Emmet has always been Ingo’s, and Ingo has always been his, just never in this form and shape before… But oh, how badly Emmet wanted it this way, wanted to be Ingo’s in every way, every way he could possibly belong to him.

“Now,” Ingo practically purred to his brother, a noise all too new for Emmet. “What did you want to do to your twin brother, Emmet?” A hand going to grab the leash front the post before pulling Emmet closer with it.

Emmet’s moan was strangled and needy, his head swimming with all the ideas of things he wanted to do to Ingo, things he wanted Ingo to do to him .

“I want to fuck you,” he finally said, the words coming out before he could fully register he was actually saying them, resulting in his at first confident voice turning into a rough rasp. “...Please?”

“Anything for you~” Ingo planted another kiss, humming at the contact.

Emmet drank up the kiss needily for a few seconds, before finally another instinct took over him.

With the leash no longer pulled taut by the pole, instead resting loosely in Ingo’s hand - right where it belonged - Emmet had better control of his movement, no longer restrained. He grabbed onto Ingo’s shoulders, deepening the kiss, all while pushing him over and to his back, their positions switched with Emmet now over him.

He was fiddling with the buttons of Ingo’s shirt, part of him impatient, wanting to just rip it open. Oh, but he knew Ingo would hate that and while the thought of what Ingo would do to get him back for it did sound exciting… He didn’t want to upset him, not right now.

“Up,” he instructed almost hurriedly. Ingo listened obediently, sitting upright and lifting his arms for Emmet to pull the shirt right off, tossing it to the side onto the pile of his own clothes and a sullied dildo somewhere in between.

Emmet pushed Ingo back down, one hand to his chest, before getting replaced by his mouth as he started licking and sucking along Ingo’s chest, tracing the shape of the faint pecs, before moving towards one of the nipple.

He paused, mouth hovering over the perky nub, eying Ingo curiously for consent.

Ingo looked down to catch his gaze, panting lightly. His hand went up to push his brother’s head down onto his nipple in silent consent, his hips bucking up to meet Emmet’s.

Emmet groaned around the nipple as rough pants met his bare, hard dick. Fuck, it wasn’t fair Ingo still had pants on, but Emmet’s head was filled with far too much fluff for him to be focusing on so many things at once right now.

Nipple. In his mouth. Focus on that.

He let his tongue flick around the nipple, suckling on it to get Ingo lost in the feeling. Before he bit down.

Ingo didn’t have enough time to get lost in the feeling before he got hurled there head first. His scream pierced through his throat as his back arched, the moment making his hand with the leash flick upwards just enough to pull on Emmet’s neck. “AAAHHhh~ Emmet!!”

The tug had pulled Emmet to lie flat on Ingo’s chest, grinning wide and happy at his brother’s reaction. Oh, he looked and sounded so beautiful like this, crying out his own baby brother’s name…

A ping caught Emmet’s attention. Oh. He completely forgot they were on stream…

“66URD
Serving_Servine

come on boys, get to it, get to the ACTION boys!”

Ingo looked over to the stream and blinked, looking lost for a moment. Like he completely forgot he must be on stream too but the thought barely stayed as he turned to Emmet and nipped at his ear, leaving little kisses as an apology for hurting him. “Emmet, I want you.”

Emmet groaned. “I want you, too,” he responded almost immediately. He knew what to do.

Leaving kisses and nips and a few harsher bites on the track Emmet made his way down Ingo’s body, only stopping when his hands reached the pants, fiddling his zipper. His mouth meanwhile was busying itself on Ingo’s happy trail, his tongue playing with the little hairs.

As soon as the zipper was open and the belt undone, Emmet tugged the pants down roughly, pulling the boxers right with it.

Ingo gasped as his dick was roughly taken out of its confines, bobbing to attention the second it was freed. “Oh yes, Emmet! Yes YES!” His feet went to kick off his pants and boxers all the way. “I want it! I want you so much! Please brother, I want to be one whole again!”

Emmet groaned in response. Oh dragons how he loved those words, how he loved hearing his twin begging for him.

Oh and his cock. Emmet moaned just at the sight of that cock, hard and rosy and ready for him, just asking to be sucked, asking to be marked .

But Emmet had different plans right now.

With a verrrry heavy heart Emmet ignored the delicious dick for now, instead moving lower. He hooked both his arms under Ingo’s legs, lifting them up just a bit to gain better access to his brothers cute puckered hole.

He blew on it teasingly.

Ingo let out a yelp, his face going red. The sight of his brother between his legs and looking at him down there, the feeling of Emmet’s breath on him too much to bear that Ingo laid his arm over his face. The nook of his elbow resting on his nose, slotting perfecting on his cute flushed face.

“dandy_dewott
omg ingo is so cute x3”

“Dearling

Eel, you’re too rough with your brother, you’re making him all flustered!!”

“Dearling
(Don’t stop on my account, though)”

“H0RNYH3RD13R
You’re ruining your brother’s sheets, Eel, better make it up to him by fucking him silly!”

Emmet was hardly paying attention to the chat anymore. Even the occasional pings of donations went ignored as Emmet’s whole focus was on that delicious ass right in front of him, on those sweet noises ringing in his ears, that adorable face his brother tried to hide.

Oohh he wanted to wreck him.

“Mmh, get ready, the train is about to depart from the station,” Emmet warned his brother, before moving his mouth to Ingo’s ass, his tongue sliding in slowly, twirling and pressing against the inside.

It rewarded him with a high pitch screech from Ingo, flushed flesh migrating to his shoulders and chest. His chest trying and failing to keep a steady rhythm as his brother played with his virgin hole, the wet feeling of Emmet’s tongue making Ingo twitch every so often. 

Ingo let out a cute whine, becoming undone in Emmet’s grasp before they even got to the main event! On a particular lick that left Emmet’s tongue entering further into Ingo’s hole made the older twin’s hand with the leash went up, forcing Emmet’s face to plant right into Ingo’s neediness. “A-AaahHHaaa EeemmmmMMeeeIIIee~”

Emmet groaned right into Ingo’s hole, letting the vibrations travel through him. Earning him a long lewd “OOOHhhhhh~” from Ingo as his hand that was covering his face went to hold the younger’s head right where it was. Emmet’s head was spinning in how fucking much he loved Ingo’s noises, how crazy the way he cried out his name drove him.

The moment the hand loosened again, giving Emmet some leeway, he removed himself from Ingo’s ass, sitting up between his legs instead. 

“Hah… hah… Ingo… Ready?”

His words were short, his brain barely functioning enough to form words at all , but he had to ask regardless.

“Yes YES YES please!” With every word Ingo tried to hump closer to Emmet’s hips, his legs wrapping around the other’s waist to pull him even closer. “I want it so much~” Ingo had no idea he would be such a whore, so needy. He thought it would be the other way around but he supposes he didn’t factor in how inexperienced he was compared to Emmet. It didn’t really help that Ingo usually wasn’t a fan of touch besides his brother, making any contact a lot more intense than what Emmet usually feels.

Emmet was more than willing to give his needy little whore what he needed. He held onto those legs around his waist, scooting a little to line his dick up with Ingo’s hole.

Emmet took a deep, stuttering breath.

This was it. They were about to have sex. This would change their relationship forever, one way or another. This was his first time with anyone other than himself, Ingo’s first time too, if the older twin had been as honest with him as he preached to be.

Emmet wasn’t sure if he was ready. But dragons be damned, he knew he couldn’t stop now.

He pushed into Ingo slowly, a long groan escaping him as he did so.

Ingo himself let out a grunt, his face screwing up slightly as he squeezed his eyes closed and bit his lower lip. The frown on his face growing as he shifted to try and adjust to the unfamiliar and violating sensation of something entering his ass. His hands went to either side of him to keep himself in place as Emmet moved deeper and deeper.

A whimper came out of his throat before he could stop it, turning his head away from the camera and Emmet to cover his face as much as he currently could.

Emmet was breathing heavily, eyes scrunched up, but he wasn’t distracted enough to ignore his brother. His hands scrambled to move his upper body over Ingo’s, head leaning down to leave kisses on his cheek.

“Ingo, hnnnn, Ingo… Good?”

Ingo’s arms wrapped around his brother’s neck as he huffed and panted, his whole body curling up around Emmet’s body, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. “Hmmm, it… kinda hurts…”

“dandy_dewott

0//0 omg hes so cute is he a vigin??”

“WhoreKnee

f in the chat for ingos ass”

“dandy_dewott
f”

“MommyMusharna

F”

“sawkasass22

fffffff”

Emmet was too busy to press F to pay respect, instead paying his respect by leaving kisses and love bites along his brother’s jaw line.

“Mmhh, I can wait,” he told him. He was impatient, dragons was he impatient to just move and rut and thrust into him. But he’d wait. He’d wait as long as he’d need to for Ingo to adjust.

Ingo hummed in acknowledgement, holding Emmet close as he gave small little kisses to his twin’s face. Little ‘chu’s could be heard as his hands went to comb and scratch at the younger’s head. “Hmmm… mmmh~” His hips adjusted every once in a while as he got used to his brother inside of him.

Oh dragons Emmet was inside of him, it was like a dream come true. But Ingo wasn’t blind, he can feel Emmet’s body against his own, how his amazing brother was holding back from moving to not hurt him. The stream was not the most patient types either…

He was making everyone wait.

“Mm sorry…” He muttered, a slight whine to his voice that embarrassingly sounded small and meek.

Don’t be , Emmet wanted to say, but his voice fell flat. Instead he left more kisses on him, hoping his actions would carry the message across well enough.

It took a few more seconds before Ingo felt ready enough to move, his walls clenching and unclenching around the dick nestled inside him. It felt good but uncomfortable too, so new but exciting, painful but pleasurable. “I’m… ready.” His grip didn’t loosen around his brother a lot, but he did uncurl himself.

“Thank you, Emmet.” He planted a small and light kiss on his brother’s nose to carry the gratitude over a little bit more.

Emmet gave a hum in response, nuzzling into Ingo, before finally, oh finally, starting to move his hips.

He went agonizingly slow, not wanting to hurt his brother again, but even at this speed the sensation was overwhelming. Ingo’s walls squeezing around him, blanketing his dick in a comfortable warmth and milking it’s attention.

He moaned into Ingo’s neck, his slow thrusts speeding up just the tiniest bit.

“So… good… In-nghh- go! So good! ”

Ingo’s head fell back as his tongue started to lull out, he let out a long groan as his hips started to meet with Emmet’s thrusts. His eyes started to roll back with the other’s breath panting on his exposed neck. He gasped and moaned with almost every kiss and suckle and bite Emmet left on his body. It was all too much yet so right.

“Emmmm-ah-meet~”

Sensing no more resistance from his brother, Emmet allowed himself to let loose at least a little, his thrusts growing faster, needier. Erratic.

He could feel himself tense as he got closer to his end station, his high building up more intensely than Emmet has ever felt it before. Oh, he was going to fill Ingo up, Emmet realized. He was going to fill his little virgin ass with his cum, was going to leave a good stuffing inside of his brother’s ass.

Emmet groaned as his hips snapped to thrust in even deeper, the dam breaking and cum spilling into Ingo. Emmet’s head fell into Ingo’s neck with the hitting orgasm, his teeth clamping around the nape of it.

Ingo screamed as his back arched with the force of his own orgasam. His body spazzing as waves of pleasure crashed into him like a Garados was let loose in the waters. “BRAAVVVVOOOOO!” He couldn’t help it, it was too great not to praise. Emmet did amazing and rocked his world. Of course this earned him a bravo.

His body went limp right after, dropping onto the bed as he panted hard. His head was fuzzy and dizzy, the world seeming like a blur and oh too hot.

Is the heater on?

For a few moments both the twins simply lay flat, recovering from their shared high. Emmet had released Ingo’s flesh between his teeth once he noticed just how tightly he’d been pressing down, drawing the tiniest bits of blood from it. Oh that’d need some patching up later.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of him connected with Ingo in a perfect harmony, the static in his brain dissipated enough to notice the flood of pings coming from his computer.

With a grunt Emmet turned his head to see the screen.

“396URD

S3XNSW4NN4

Amazing~ Excellent job, Eel, pleasing your brother like that. He looks truly spent”

“180URD

dandy_dewott

hot hot hot hot hot hot hot X_X”

“20URD
Alomomo’lady

Boyysss that was sooo hot, pls bring Ingo back next time!!”

“880URD

H0RNYH3RD13R
BRAVO!!!! You’re AMAZING Ingo”

“150URD

Dearling

He said bravo!!! So cute”

Huh. Those were a lot more donations than Emmet had ever gotten before… Looks like they’d be set for quite a bit. But as grateful as he was, they both needed their private time now.

“Stream over.” Was the only warning Emmet could mutter out, before one hand reached for the wireless keyboard he had placed on Ingo’s nightstand, pressing the button to turn off the camera and livestream.

There. No more prying eyes. Only him and Ingo and him and the bed sheets and Ingo and the comfortable warmth of their bodies together.

Ingo looked at at his brother, exhausted but with a tiny yet broken cat like smile on his face. “Ha…ha…. I love you… Emmet ~”

“ I love you too. ”