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Are you really going to do this?
That's a facetious question you’re asking yourself, because there's no way you won't, you're absolutely going to jerk off while watching your brother's fairly innocuous Twitch stream. He’s looking adorable as always in his tight pants and roomy size medium T-shirt, but he isn't doing anything remotely provocative, just tapping away at one of your old console controllers while overexplaining some deeply unsexy crafting mechanics. The game he’s selected is of course an obscure one, and he's not even playing it well, although you're sure that's by choice. He’s obviously doing some kind of bit.
His onscreen antics may be tame by camwhore standards, but Dave can turn you the fuck on simply by existing. It's actually surprising that you haven't rubbed one out to him on camera yet, considering how much more scandalous footage you've accidentally captured over the years. You guess you’ve always felt guilty at the thought of beating it to him all oblivious and uninhibited, but he's willingly distributing this content for everyone with a decent internet connection to see. He can't object to how you choose to enjoy it.
Speaking of, if you're going to do this (and as discussed, you are) you’d better get started. As Dave drones on and on about the difference between a basic and upgraded pickaxe, you drag your fingertips slowly across the extended length of equipment already filling out your sweatpants. You start working your shaft, holding the base of your dick between the fingers of your right hand and using the left’s to stroke and caress.
After a few minutes, you're fiending for direct contact. Lifting your hips so you can pull down your pants, you look closer and try to confirm if Dave is cold too, if that really is the outline of his hard nipples you can identify through his worn out Natural Born Killers tee. Upon closer inspection, it seems like it’s just your imagination, but that doesn't stop you from picturing them, all pink and perky whenever you or your various surveillance systems caught him indisposed. You bite the hem of your own shirt between your teeth now, and you pick up the bottle of lube you’d placed on the corner of your desk. You continue to watch Dave and give yourself long, steady pumps with your slicked-up palms, twisting your wrist until you're just about tipping over the edge.
It doesn't take as long to get there as it usually does. Because you’ve got a lot of material to work with, bringing yourself all the way to orgasm is usually no small task, pun intended. But observing Dave while he's completely unaware of your presence is pure accelerant. You take a few moments to note how delicate his fingers look wrapped around the controller, and you appreciate the peek of sharp collarbone you can peep when he leans in to concentrate on combat. He's so blonde and pale and pretty, and even though the chances of you getting caught right now are slimmer than Dave's skinny jeans, thinking about what you're doing and how most people would react if they knew all the gory details is exhilarating.
You keep watching and stroke yourself harder and faster until that singular blissful feeling takes over. You spill yourself all over your hand and abs, so forcefully that you even get some on the floor without intending to, which hasn't happened since you were first able to do this sort of thing.
So, that was fucking phenomenal, as expected. You open your mouth to replace your shirt with your bottom lip as you consider your next move. Soon you're enraptured again, admiring the way Dave's nose is crinkling up so cutely as he pretends to struggle with a quick time event. You want to do this again. You need more.
You're still coming down from your second orgasm when you make yourself a burner account and become Dave’s first follower. You're fucking glad you’d decided to check in on his internet activity today.
-
You've always been obsessed with Dave, and you're reasonably certain he feels the same way about you. Twin tropes pretty much dictate you have to be creepy about each other, but your closeness goes way beyond finishing each other's sentences or experiencing the odd shared thought.
You do realize how mentally fucked you are, and over the years you've tried several times to sleight of hand your inappropriate crush on him to other people, like you were Indiana Jones pulling the old pressure plate switcheroo. But by now you know, Dave is the only object that could ever safely occupy the pedestal in your otherwise empty heart. He’s your one and only brother. How could anyone else compete?
As should be clear by this point, your motivations are not all pure. You weren't even in double digit ages yet when you became interested in him in the sexual sense. Your first real hard-on was inspired by him. Your first wet dream was about him. And while you weren't lying that until very recently you hadn’t ever jacked off to any photos or videos featuring Dave, you found no such moral quandary utilizing the various detailed imagery in your mental catalog.
Even though Dave was equally emotionally attached to you, to your preteen self these extracurricular activities seemed like several steps too far. So you’d shoved your secret deep down, and by the time you got to high school, you’d developed a serious case of self loathing over it. Briefly, you’d tried to distance yourself, declining to hang out or even have your customary late night conversations across your shared bedroom.
You probably would have continued like that had you not checked the camera you keep trained on your side of the room one day to find him laying in your bed, crying and cuddling an old stuffed toy crow you’d made him. At first, it gave you a sick satisfaction to catch him all sad and barely coping, but you soon remembered, he understood your paranoid tendencies better than anyone else, he wanted you to see how you were making him feel. You watched that footage a million times.
It was easy after that to convince yourself that you'd been doing more harm than good giving him the cold shoulder treatment. So you abandoned your act, and for a while things between you were normal again. Or as normal as they always were on the surface.
–
It takes four weeks during which he runs exactly two and a half hour long streams that you sit through the entirety of in real time before Dave finally reaches out with a private message.
woah do I got a stalker here
feels like ive been splashing around in the neighborhood's most poorly supervised kiddie pool getting lurked on by the local sex offender
I’m just a fan. Sorry I don't say anything in chat.
no worries dude im happy to have a fucking follower round here
times are tough were talking ghost town tumbleweeds in the streets
nary another admirer in sight
You should be famous.
you think so? im kinda shit at games.
But you're hilarious, and you're really fucking beautiful.
does that ever work for you
Does what work?
throwing lil baby streamers like me the most basic boring ass compliments
were you hoping to score some hot nudes just by stating the obvious
I can't help myself, you lil baby streamers are so sweet and eager for attention.
i regret introducing that phrase into our lexicon
you made it sound super fucking pervy
Says the guy who out the gate compared me to a pedophile.
we both know the main reason youre here is because you think i'm hot
you just said it
and i literally just turned 18
fresh off the jailbait boat
so if the registry entry fits and all that
I also said you were funny, but you're right. I followed you mainly because I want to fuck you. Do you mind?
I’m only 18 too.
eh not really
even though youre probably 45
In that case, do you want to know what I was doing while watching you today?
you were obviously porking it
Obviously.
you were yanking your chain to how efficiently i manage a pixelated resource
You use suboptimal farming methods and organize your inventory like you’re drunk. But you do it very cutely.
bet you busted your nut when i mined that golden ore from the dragons cavern
Actually, you took a sip of water and spilled just a little drop down your neck into your shirt. That's when I finished.
seriously
Yes.
so you in all actuality did commit the grievous sin of self love to my innocent attempt at hydration today
I did.
you come hard
Yes.
get it all over yourself
Just my hand this time.
this time
I do it every time I watch you.
and you dont even have to go look at any porn or think about the lips on young brad pitt in the classic female buddy comedy thelma and louise to complete the mission?
No. Just your pretty mouth.
damn son broke out the italics and everything
ill actually take that as a compliment
Hopefully I can get you to take a lot more from me eventually.
heh
I can't tell if you like this.
you and me both buddy
Let me know if you want me to stop.
nah youre good i think i like it
Good, plenty more where that came from.
guess that means ill see you next stream?
I wouldn't miss it.
hell yeah bro look forward to more suboptimal farming tips to blow your load over
think im gonna log off now though
might have to do some vigorous sinning myself thanks to this conversation
I'm glad. Enjoy.
i will
goodnight
–
You still wanted Dave, but kept it in your pants, and even though 10/10 psychologists would at the very least express growing concern over your ever deepening codependency, you never thought he would reciprocate your desire for physical contact.
You were wrong, you both had an interest in actual incest, and Dave was the first one to say anything about it. You were hanging out one day during the summer break before junior year, when you still lived at home. He was in an armchair working on one of his comics, and you were on the couch watching a compilation of NFL highlights. Dave had been eyeing you suspiciously ever since you’d tuned in.
“Since when do you bleed red white and blue enough to be interested in this bullshit?” he finally asked you.
“I might try out for the team this year,” you said, because you were still looking for ways to keep your hands busy.
“Sportsball is fucking stupid.”
“It’ll look good on applications.”
“Your dorky ass doesn't need any help in that department.”
“Well, you know the area in which I'm really lacking. It could also earn me some much needed popularity points.”
“Doubtful. You'll probably bang up your brain til you're even more schizo.”
“You don't want me to do it?”
“Not really, but I'm not your boss. Go get concussed and play grab ass with all the retard townies who make fun of me for being a faggot if that's how you want to spend your only brother’s favorite season.”
Dropping both the R and F slurs in one fell sentence, damn. He was so pissed. You weren't exactly fond of him lavishing attention on anyone or anything not named D. Strider either, but his jealousy was legendary. Instead of being put off, you always found it flattering.
“No, you're right,” you relented. “Dumb idea.”
His shoulders relaxed, and he went back to drawing. After a few moments, he peered over the top of his laptop and scanned your body with an expression that would not look out of place on your creepiest uncle. “Sorry if I was a little harsh there. I guess you would look really fucking hot in one of those tight uniforms.”
The lack of detectable sarcasm in his voice stunned you into momentary silence. You blushed, and he rolled his eyes, turning back to his screen with a nervous chuckle. “Bro,” he said. “Chill out.”
You did chill, but when he’d go on to make more comments like that, getting increasingly wild, you started responding in kind or even piping up with a few unsolicited compliments of your own. Unfortunately, whether he started the party or you did, he never rose to the occasion, he just laughed away or brushed off your efforts to escalate. And whenever you pushed harder, he pushed back, insisting you were being weird or something was wrong with your sense of humor.
-
You're watching Dave again. He's still playing the same game, spouting the same boring facts about it, and wearing an outfit that’s almost a carbon copy of the one he’s worn every single previous stream. Except the weather is getting warmer, and he's traded his skinny jeans for little cotton gym shorts.
You’re the one who reaches out to message him privately today.
You look hot. And you’re getting some more followers.
sex sells who wouldve thought
i should publish that in a book or something
the world needs to know
As your first and biggest fan, can I get a better view? Maybe see what they look like from the back?
He types and deletes several times before answering.
later
You continue watching him, and after he ends the stream it’s about five seconds before you get the notification.
so you wanna see my ass
I do.
how do I do that
believe it or not I did not read the entire sixteen page terms and conditions of this godforsaken website but im pretty sure you cant even send pics
What's your chat of choice?
You exchange information. You possess plenty of alternate accounts that Dave should have no way of knowing are connected to you. You choose one and say hello, and less than a minute after that you receive a reply.
It's an image. Dave has taken it in your bathroom mirror. He's turned three quarters of the way around to show off the back of his shorts, leaning forward so just a hint of cheek is peeking out from the bottom.
You are so fucking sexy.
Can I see more? Can you turn all the way around and pull them up a little?
like up my ass crack wedgie style
Yes.
first one was free but i dont usually do requests babe
I can pay you?
i wouldnt even know how to do that
I can use whatever method you want. Paypal, CashApp, Bitcoin, etc.
i mean i have some of those things but i dont know if I wanna give you that info
theyre like my personal accounts
Dave is so fucking cute. He doesn't realize if you weren't you, but you were someone else with your interests, you could have easily mined a great deal of his personal data based simply on the fact that he signed up for Twitch with only a slightly modified version of his favorite username.
Just make an Amazon wishlist, drop me the link, and I'll get you whatever you want.
really you want to buy me shit
If you send me some spicy photos, yeah.
like what kind of shit
Whatever you’d like.
kay
guess i can figure out how to do that
You walk him through the process, and he's quiet for a few minutes before you get a link. When you take a look, you see he's added a couple band tees and a set of drawing pencils.
Put some other things on there.
seriously
Yes. You're doing something nice for me. You deserve it.
how much do you want to spend
What’s the running rate for a cheek or two?
dude I dunno youre asking the wrong guy
barely got one whole cheek to sell here
im telling you youre gonna want your money back
You aren't exactly flush with cash, but you’ve been scamming people (more or less, depending on which particular venture you're referring to) since you’ve had access to the internet. Your bankroll is pretty fucking fat for someone your age, and you're more than happy to share the bounty in this instance.
Let's say 500?
fuck if you really want to
I do.
let me look again
He goes AFK for a bit longer, and when he tells you to check his list again, you see he's added a bunch of photography supplies, including a fancy Polaroid camera. With the previous items, it all comes out to just under $450. You make the purchase.
It's done. You should get a notification on your end.
oh damn i see it
you arent gonna just cancel this later right
No. But you can wait until you get your stuff if you want. I can be patient.
i trust you for some dumbass reason probably because im so perfect my perfection extends to victimhood
plus im already looking hella cute right now
I'm sure you look hella cute every day.
bet but lets get this over with
how do you want me to pose again
However you want, as long as I can see more of your cute booty.
The next message you get isn't just one photo, it's several, and this time Dave has hiked his shorts way up. Now they fit less like shorts and more like girl’s underwear. You can see almost every inch of his flat little ass and, in a few of the poses where he's really bending over, you can make out the outline of his package getting all squished up by the fabric.
Oh fuck.
you like those
I love them.
gonna jerk it to them
Hell yes. So many times.
i cant believe im doing this for a random perv on the internet
you better be as hot as im imagining you are and not smell bad
I’m alright.
so what do you look like
wait maybe i don't want to know
but like give me something to fixate on
your best feature
You like big dicks?
um who doesnt
how big we talking
Pretty fucking.
convert that to inches please
It's a solid 9, maybe a little more. Been a minute since I actually measured.
where you measuring from
I thought base to tip was the standard.
starting from behind the balls?
Hell no. I’m a man of integrity.
so thats a legit number
You want photo proof?
aw fuck yeah show me your 9.5 inch cock stranger
but you should know based on all the shit you just bought me im something of a mediocre photographer
so no funny business with forced perspective or creative angles
just give it to me straight
or uh curved if thats the way youre hanging
To your knowledge, Dave has never gotten more than an accidental glance at your dick, semihard at best, so you open up both your zipper and your camera app without hesitation. It's late in the evening, and the only light in your room is coming from your monitor. So, while you follow his instructions to present your assets as authentically as possible, the exposure is so poor that he would have to be some kind of dick pic savant to recognize that it's your hand holding you steady, or your plain black cargo pants as the backdrop.
You're still a little anxious after hitting send.
This is the best I could do, I don't even rate mediocre as a photographer.
And my hands are kinda big too, so it doesn't look as impressive as it does in person.
I promise lol.
no no i can tell
youre big all over arent ya
Pretty much.
how tall
6’2”. Probably still growing.
good because im like 6 whole feet myself
i know i look like a shorty because im all sleek and aerodynamic but im actually kinda gangly irl
does that change anything
Not at all, I like that.
I probably need someone on the taller side to handle it all.
about that
honestly i dont know if i can because i never actually fucked or anything like that
and I truly mean anything total fucking inexperienced chud here
once someone gave me a kiss and I guess they felt me up?
im fucking lame as hell
does THAT change anything
Nope.
yeah dumb question im sure you would love to violate these virgin holes with that fucking horse cock
youd probably cum your brains out knowing you were here first
but youre more than alright dude
massive dong and your body actually looks pretty fucking sick from what i can see though it aint much
nice thighs
I work out.
them guns big too
I’d say so.
ok ok im sure i could work with that then
From virgin holes to I could work with that. That was fast.
rest assured just because i havent signed the deed doesnt mean im not interested in the property
in fact im thinking about trespassing all over yours right now
amongst other activities
You have a dildo or anything like that?
negatory
If you did, you could practice.
well I dont
sorry
I'll send you one to put on your list.
ok but im not sucking it or anything else on camera
youre gonna have to imagine what I look like doing all that
That's fine. I just want you to be able to enjoy it.
youre fuckin weird
You are too.
this made me super fucking horny again so youre probably right
time to log off so we can both finish up what we started here?
i dunno i still feel kinda awkward doing it with one hand on the keyboard you know
I understand.
good
thanks
youre pretty nice for a perv
talk to you tomorrow?
Anytime.
–
By spring you were 17, and your hormones were raging. You had it in your head that most people your age had long since abandoned virginity in the rearview, and you felt like if you didn't pick up the pace, you’d get left behind yourself.
Dave had continued making sexually charged comments and passing them off as jokes all year, although he was doing so less frequently now that you had become frustrated enough to try petitioning him outright. Once he’d proved he’d only run away from your attempts at open, honest flirtation faster than he had your innuendoes, you switched tactics again, convinced he just needed convincing.
Initially, you’d tried paying attention to other boys and threatening to go on dates. As expected, Dave would flip the fuck out, taking his jealousy out on you in dramatic shows of passive aggression. If you ignored or challenged him, he’d pivot to the puppy dog eyes, and in the end none of it mattered. He wasn't ready to admit he’d prefer you to ask him out instead, and you caved every time, stuck in your mutual holding pattern.
A better man would have backed down at this point, but you swore to yourself you would never stop trying to help Dave. You didn't blame him for dragging his feet, he was a victim of societal conditioning and in your arrogant opinion, working to undo that was the benevolent choice. If you both felt the same way, there was nothing to be ashamed about.
You occasionally liked to steal an errant cigarette from your Mom's purse, and on the most recent instance of this activity, Dave had joined you on the porch to smoke it and wonder out loud what it'd taste like if you kissed him after the fact. You’d told him to go ahead and find out, but he’d just laughed and said he bet you’d love that. So, one night not long after, you snuck over to his side of the room and climbed into his bed with him to show him how right he was.
He’d been asleep, and you woke him up by looping your arms around him and pressing your mouth against his. When he stirred, you shoved your tongue past his lips and pulled his body right up against your chest.
He struggled against you, flailing and biting down, so you partially let him go, keeping your hands on his waist but letting him breathe a little.
“The fuck are you doing?” he asked, whispering so as not to wake your Mom, even though she was passed out on two bottles of red wine in her own room.
You kissed him even more aggressively, squeezing him tight again with one arm and using your weight to flip you both over, so now you were on top.
It wasn't doing him much good, but he kept resisting. “Stop it. Fucking get off me.”
“You want this,” you said, grabbing his wrist and forcing his hand over your erection. “It's okay.”
He managed to pull it back. “You are such a fucking creeper. I can't even a make a casual joke without you trying to molest me.”
“They aren't jokes.” You let go of his wrist and wedged your knee between his legs so you could start maneuvering yourself between them. He tried to close them, but he only ended up adding friction as you worked your way in. Once you’d succeeded, you laid down and got a hand between you to slip under the waistband of his boxers. “I know you mean it.”
Dave stopped wriggling, and for a moment you thought he had accepted the truth, so you wrapped your fingers around his bare dick and squeezed a little. It wasn't quite as excited as yours yet. Before you could rectify that, he whimpered, “Please don't.”
You got up on your knees again. Even in the dark, you could see Dave's face well enough to know he was distressed. Once when you were little, you’d been wrestling at the playground, and Dave had pulled you down on top of him as he fell, and the impact fractured his wrist. His expression then was exactly like it was now, looking up from beneath you like he hated you and didn't understand why you’d ever hurt him like this.
“Sorry,” you’d said, and you booked it out of there.
You didn't return to your room that night, you skipped straight to the garage to sit in your truck and seriously consider running the exhaust and putting yourself to sleep permanently. You made it to morning though, and once the sun rose you headed inside to apologize to Dave again.
As soon as you walked in, your Mom was waiting on the couch to talk to you instead.
–
Dave lets you know when his camera and other gifts arrive. He even sends you a cute pic of him wearing one of the shirts you got him and tells you excitedly about this big idea he has for a multimedia project featuring Polaroids of animal bones he found in the woods around the house. You eat it up, you're missing him so badly, and it feels like through some self-orchestrated loophole you're secretly getting to have your normal bro to bro conversations again.
But he never told you when he’d gotten the roughly Dirk-sized dildo you also sent him, so, after you see that it should have been delivered and you know he’s planning on streaming that night, you decide to put him on the spot.
When you log on, he's wearing those short shorts again, and you can't help yourself. You message him while he’s still live.
Did you try it out yet?
holy fuck could you wait a couple hours
like is there some statute of limitations on letting you know if i put something in my ass
Sorry.
I'm really horny.
prove it
You know what he wants, so you quickly open up your pants to take another picture of your hard dick. You send it and watch on camera as his eyes dart to his second monitor and linger there for a few moments.
He interrupts his monologue to say, “Hold up, y'all. I gotta take care of something real quick.”
He pauses the stream and the visuals switch to placeholder artwork he must have made himself with a message that he’ll be back soon. That's new, he's getting more professional.
Or maybe he isn't, because he leaves his audience hanging for almost fifteen minutes. You text him several times during his absence, but he doesn't answer.
When he finally reappears, he's wearing plaid pajama pants instead of the shorts, and he looks a bit flustered. You're about to text again, but before you can, you see a video file come through.
Oh my god, seriously? You must be a fucking angel.
watch the clip and see if you dont think I originated from a lil further south instead
The video is about eight minutes long. At the start, Dave has the camera in his hand, and he's laying on his bed on his back. His face is beautifully lit by the fading sunlight coming through the window, and he's got the dildo in his other hand. You hold your breath and observe as he closes his eyes, parts his pale pink lips, and cautiously extends his tongue to lick the tip of it.
First he’s just getting his new toy wet, running his tongue slowly and repeatedly over its length, but soon he slips the tip into his mouth and proceeds to simulate an inexperienced but all the same completely enthralling blow job. He's mostly using his hand to fuck his own face hole, shallow and gentle at first, but eventually working up to a respectable depth and steady rhythm.
Halfway through the clip and halfway down the dildo, Dave suddenly gags and coughs up some spit, sitting up and wiping off his face with his hand before smiling sheepishly and flipping around so he's laying face down. Now instead of down his throat, his saliva can automatically drip down the dildo, providing natural lube, plus he can utilize his bodyweight to encourage himself to more rapidly increase the inches he's taking. By the way his hips are moving, you can tell he's also started humping the bed.
For the next minute, Dave gets himself real worked up attempting to deep throat. He's blushing and breathing heavily and eventually he starts humping hard enough that you hear the bed creaking over his needy little grunts. After a particularly deep dive, he suddenly pulls up off the toy and drives his hips downward while pressing his face into his elbow. Though muffled, the noise he makes now can't be described as little, it's a full-on, fully satisfied moan.
You're pretty sure he's just come hands free while sucking off the toy you'd sent him. Suddenly the change in wardrobe makes sense.
After taking a beat to recover, Dave looks directly at the camera and gives you another spitty grin before the clip ends.
You’ve already long since filled up your own hand. You grab a spare shirt from your floor to wipe it off so you can tell Dave how much his efforts are appreciated.
What can I even say to this.
Fucking incredible
10/10.
I came so hard, and I barely had to touch myself.
im glad you like it
i obviously did NOT have to touch myself barely or otherwise
Like is an understatement. Are you sure you never sucked dick before?
never
if its good call it beginners lick lol
i dunno why i did that
i said i wasnt gonna do it on camera didnt i
you got me inspired i guess
Dave’s back to gaming. You get lost for a moment looking in his big, beautiful eyes, imagining them staring into yours while he shows you what he can do with the real thing.
you there
Yeah sorry.
I'm still stunned, in a good way.
I think I’m in love with you.
Dave does his typical typing and deleting before settling on one last message before he returns to focus on the stream.
good <3
You can't stop thinking about that heart for days.
_
Mom never mentioned anything about what happened that night, but she wouldn't take no for an answer when she told you your senior year would be spent at some private technical academy she’d found for you in Texas. She's a highly intelligent and perceptive lady who can be annoyingly, purposefully obtuse, just like Dave. So you knew any attempts to disavow her of this determination would be futile.
Like what were you going to do anyway, ask for the reasoning behind the abrupt change in plan? Hell nah. You actually were so embarrassed that you took the easy out she was offering without a shred of resistance. As soon as it was clear you were grateful for the chance to play along, she’d scheduled an interview for that week. All you had to do to get in was sit on a video call and describe some of the more legal and morally inoffensive applications you’d already coded.
The fact that no one, including you, would address the fact that you were getting shipped across the country because you bad touched Dave didn't mean that wasn't why it was happening. In her mysterious and inscrutable ways, Mom had acknowledged how abnormally attached you and Dave were forever ago, but she’d never once expressed any issues with it. In fact, sometimes she seemed to cosign your brotherly love, calling your cuddling cute and allowing you to have way too much alone time together. So, Dave had to have run straight to her to tell her exactly how very fucking gross you’d been for you to get marching orders, although you considered yourself lucky. She could have done much worse.
For his part, during the month or two before you were scheduled to leave, Dave was quiet. Now he was the one avoiding you, and you were letting it happen and crying about it in your bed. Your summer was awkward and lonely and boring. The day you departed, Dave didn't even go with you and your Mom to the airport. He’d at least gotten up early to say goodbye, but it had been laughable to look forward to a hug, or even a fucking fist bump, because he wouldn't even make eye contact.
-
A couple weeks after getting Dave's video, which you’d already masturbated to about twenty times, you check your mail and see that you’ve received a package.
You’d sent Dave a few more things from his wishlist, mostly cute outfits you picked out for him to wear on stream, some underwear, plus a few games and other art supplies he wanted. When, after it was all done and delivered, he asked you if he could send you something for a change, you were surprised.
Luckily, you already had a PO box set up in Virginia that used to forward to your Mom's address in New York, but now forwards to another PO box you’ve set up in Houston, not far from the suburbs where your school is located.
It's a hippie school, at least as much as an exclusive and expensive private academy can be, and as long as you sign out and return before curfew, you have pretty much free reign on the weekends. But you aren't allowed to have a personal vehicle. So, you had taken a bus into the city and walked to the local post office where you get your packages delivered, key in hand. You should wait until you get back to your dorm, but you can't, so you tear into the plastic mailer as soon as you get your hands on it. When you pull out your prize and see it’s made primarily of soft burgundy fabric, you realize it's the shorts Dave was wearing in his video, still jizzed up. And since they were all locked up in the Texas heat until you released them, the scent is so intense. You shove them back in immediately.
You get a raging hard on in the middle of the post office, but luckily there aren't too many other people here at this time, and no one is really paying you any attention. But you have to book it back to campus, and you bang out an intense orgasm almost as soon as you have your bedroom door shut, even though your roommates are home and you can hear them talking and laughing in the living room. You keep the shorts pressed up against your face to muffle your panting.
Dave had messaged you that morning to say he was planning on going live that night and he hoped to see you there. You tune in, and he's wearing one of the outfits you sent him. It's a sailor suit with cat ears, a true trap classic.
You're freaking out. Between his gift and him texting to make sure you were watching when he wore the outfit you’d been most excited about, which he'd been the most self conscious over, you're getting overwhelmed.
You message him while he's live again, and throughout his stream you keep doing it.
Fuck, you are so cute.
You are the cutest and sexiest kitty boy I’ve ever seen. Looks amazing, even better than I imagined.
Thank you so much for wearing that. You're the fucking best.
you got my present
Literally rubbing them all over my dick right now.
aww do my tiny panties cover even half that big ol thing
They feel so fucking good.
I'm scared to make them smell like me though.
i get it you wanna huff me up as much as you can and avoid tainting my pure virgin smell with your pervert genetics
but thinking about you mixing your cum with mine is also hot
Yeah, it is.
I'm almost ready to come from just looking at you.
i was worried how this thing would fit me since its made for people who are usually more convex
but its kinda good isnt it
It really shows off your tiny waist and your long legs and your flat tits.
oh you like these
Onscreen, Dave raises his arms, pretends to yawn, and stretches so the cropped top of the sailor suit inches dangerously up his ribcage.
Yes, god.
I'd play with them all day if you let me.
mmm id like that
but i think my dick would get jealous
I’d be showing your cute lil cock plenty of attention too.
man let me tell you i never thought itd be this exciting to have someone call it cute and lil
youre gonna get me banned making my lil cock all hard and shit
We don't want that. You almost have enough followers to get monetized.
Keep wearing stuff like this and you’ll be making bank.
yeah well
theres also trolls
you see some of these rude ass chats
I'm sorry. Comes with the territory.
at this point i don't even fucking care about the territory
im basically only doing this for you you know
Really?
i started streaming because i was lonely
trying to make it funny is fun but i dont really want to cultivate an audience if you know what i mean
id rather just blow my creative load into a petri dish and see what develops naturally
That's understandable.
i like talking to you though
I'm happy to hear it. Even if you don't want to stream any more, we can talk as long as you like.
<3
You continue watching Dave's stream. After a few minutes, you can see he's typing again.
well
actually instead of just running our mouths i have a dumb idea
do you wanna meet up
i know thats a big ask cuz i probably cant get to you
i mean i guess i could but i dont have a ton of my own money and i dont want to ask for it because i dont know anyone who would be willing and able to loan it to me without being able to figure out why i need it
im not good at lying is what im saying
and im kind of a lazy fuck who never had a job
im used to being taken care of ok
and youve been sending me all this stuff so i assume you have some cash
When?
if you dont want to thats cool
i totally get it
we can just keep doing this shit
Literally, when? I want to.
for real? hell yeah
i guess like any time dude
whenevers convenient
vis a vis my previous comments about being lonely and jobless
i dont know about you but im still in school so a saturday or sunday would be best
or maybe friday night
Where?
He sends a map link. It's for a park just outside of a town about twenty miles from your house.
i could meet you here
theres like a lot of cabins and shit in the area you could probably rent one for cheap
That seems fine. You don't have to worry about the details, I’ll take care of it. Just pick a day.
okay next saturday then
ill let you know for sure tonight just gotta make sure i can secure a vehicle but it should be no problem
It's a date.
is that what were calling it
Too romantic for you?
no just want to be clear
its time
i wanna fuck before im an old man
and in twink years my expiration date is fast approaching
theyll put me out to pasture if I dont get a dick in me soon
obviously I wanna meet in public and make sure you aren't a hideous and/or murderous psychopath but you don't have to be fake nice to me
It wouldn't be fake.
We can just find somewhere to fuck if that's all you want to do.
But I honestly want to date you for real.
Would you be into that?
i dont know
but i think we should meet up and figure out how to feel about it later
Okay. Let me know about Saturday then.
i will
but if not then
soon
-
You think about the last time you saw Dave in person, a little over three months ago.
You actually liked your new school better than your old one because apart from a few in person lectures each week they mostly let you work on personal projects all day as long as you occasionally check in with your advisor. But you were depressed anyway, because you’d waited and waited for Dave to text or call to no avail. You considered reaching out first, but didn't feel like it was your place to cross the bridge he’d burned extending an unwanted olive branch.
You had no choice but to come home for two weeks during winter break when your school shut down for the holidays. While you were there, your Mom insisted you celebrate your belated birthday and Christmas together, and with her acting as a buffer you had a few polite conversations with Dave. For once you did most of the talking. His replies were painfully clipped, but by the new year he seemed to warm up, and you got to figuring that with enough time and distance you might be able to repair your relationship in a truly healthy way.
A day or two before your flight back, you were all sitting at the kitchen table finishing dinner, and your Mom asked if you’d been thinking about post graduation plans.
“I’ll probably just keep working,” you answered. Even with the fam you preferred to be vague. “I’ve saved up some decent money already. I might look for an apartment.”
“Here?” Mom asked. “Or in the city?”
“Maybe back in Texas. I don't mind it there.”
“Aww, my lil man’s growing up so fast,” she said, reaching across the table to take a hold of your hand. “We miss you here. Now we have to get our own oil changes and protect each other from scary noises and stuff.”
“I miss you too.”
“I know. I’m proud of you, I know you can take care of yourself. And don't worry about me, I'll still have my mini-me.”
“Oh yeah?” you asked, as she let go of your hand and threw her arms around Dave's neck instead.
“He's taking a year off and keeping me company, aren't you, Davey?”
Dave blushed, but nodded. “I’m not just gonna be a lazy piece of shit though. I wanna write a script.”
You’d reacted positively. Later, when your Mom had gotten up to collect the dishes and taken them to the kitchen, Dave surprised you by speaking up first.
“So you really like it there?” he asked.
“It's fine.”
“But you like it enough to move for real?”
“It’s as good as any other place.”
Dave nodded. “Better than being here perving on me, that's for sure.”
On paper that should’ve made you feel guilty, but actually, for the first time since you fucked up, you were hopeful you may have made a slight misstep rather than a run-ending miscalculation. Dave was speaking and handling himself with the exact same demeanor he always had whenever you mentioned trying out for sports teams or asking out one of your classmates. He was pissed because you weren't planning on moving back home.
Those suspicions were only reinforced when the next day, on your way out the door, he did give you a hug. It was extra tight, and he rested his head on your shoulder and kept close for much longer than most brothers would, especially ones who were mad at you for groping them.
It was the regret in his eyes when he finally did pull himself away that inspired you to remotely check in on him a few days later to find his Twitch channel.
-
Today's the day you're supposed to meet up with Dave, and you aren't sure if he understands just who's gonna be waiting for him at the agreed-upon rendezvous point. Your best guess is that he does, how could he not, because you haven't exactly been hiding anything, typing like you usually do and answering all of his questions in a strategic but truthful manner.
However, you'd noted he’d displayed a distinct lack of curiosity about the particulars of your existence during all your friendly chats over the past three months. You assumed that's because he suspected who he was really talking to and thought confirming so would ruin the fun. On the other hand, Dave can be self absorbed, especially when you egg him on with endless compliments. Maybe it really will be a surprise when he sees your face, and you’ll have to deal with the fallout as it happens.
You're sitting on a park bench sweating, you're so nervous. You’d arrived early, and when you finally spy Dave walking up in the distance, he's too far away for you to even attempt to read his expression. By the time he's gotten close enough, he's firmly reinstated his poker face.
As a way of greeting him, you ask, “When did you know it was me?”
He exhales with a sigh. “Like for sure for sure? When I fucking saw you waiting here.” He takes the seat beside you and shakes his head. “I mean, I obviously had my suspicions, at times I was fucking convinced, but I let a silly little thing called morality get in my way. I was like, there's no fucking way my honest to god brother from the exact same deadbeat dad and idiot mother would do something so fucked up.”
“Are you mad?”
“No, I'm way past that. I'm actually kinda happy you're here. But you’re such a freak.” He suddenly spies the gift you’d brought for him lying next to you on the bench. “That for me?”
“You still want it?”
He reaches over you to pick it up and instantly tears into the wrapping paper. “Oh, you're taking me on this date, dude. We’re seeing this shit through.”
“All the way?”
He stops what he's doing to glance over at you. “Let's see what the vibe is.”
He turns back to his present. Once he's revealed the surprise, he immediately covers the package up with his hands and leans his body over his lap, looking around to see if any of the small crowd currently passing through the area noticed.
“Christ, Dirk.”
“That can't be too shocking after our previous exchanges.”
He rolls his eyes, but you do get a smile out of him. When the coast is clearer, he sits up and takes a closer look. You’ve given him a moderately-sized silicone butt plug, basic design but high class expensive, none of that cheap shit that smells weird. You'd picked out one in a cherry red, his favorite color, and you were thoughtful enough to attach the little free sample packet of lube it shipped with. “It’s pretty cute,” he says, employing terminology you never expected would be used to describe such a device.
“You like it?”
“Well, you did go out of your way bringing it all the way here,” he replies, standing and quickly hiding it under his shirt. “I guess I should try it on at least.”
You swallow. “If you want to. Might make things more comfortable for you later.”
“Settle down. I did not yet assess and deem the vibe appropriate in the past single fucking minute.”
Harsh words, but as Dave turns in the direction of the restrooms, he slyly slips a finger under the waistband of his jeans and pulls it out to flash you the strap of a very red and lacy pair of panties. “Conveniently, I did wear the matching accessories.”
Now you have to dig your hand in your pocket to hold your erection at bay while you wait for him to get back.
When he reappears he's got the smuggest smile on his face, like he's so proud he put in a butt plug all on his own. You stand, and he slips his hand in yours. “Kay,” he says. “I’m ready for our date now.”
–
You walk to where Dave parked your truck and he wordlessly throws you the keys so you can both hop in and you can begin the date you’d planned for him.
He's acting exactly how you want him to. Still his obnoxious, sarcastic self, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He’s always clingy and touchy-feely, but today he's extra, and from the moment you hit the road, he spends all day taking every opportunity to touch various parts of your bodies together. At the park it was the holding hands all the way to the parking lot, then he'd rubbed the toe of his sneaker gently against your inner thigh under the table at the coffee shop, and in the arcade he was downright grinding his ass on your dick while you were behind him showing him how to win at Mortal Kombat. You could feel him pushing the base of the plug against your leg, and after that a hand in your pocket wasn't enough. You had to step back and put some distance between you, or you were going to risk attracting unwanted attention from NPCs.
Back in your truck, you ask Dave if he wants you to take him to the mall to get some new clothes or if he’d rather explore the niche museum you’d found next, but he leans over from the passenger side, places his hand on the seat between your legs and lifts his face to yours for a kiss instead.
When your lips touch, he parts his and you accept the invitation to push your tongue into his mouth. He tilts his head and relaxes so you can go deeper, and you take his face in your hands and make out with him like that for a bit until he sighs and shifts back into his seat.
He keeps his eyes on the dashboard as he answers, “Let's just go home.”
“To hang out or…?”
“Or,” he says, turning to you and giving you a wink.
–
Dave has not fully detached himself from you since your kiss. He held onto you the entire ride home and all the way through the garage and up the stairs into your bedroom. Now, behind closed doors, he rises on his toes and crushes his soft lips against yours again. You pull him close and cross your forearms behind his lower back, feeling possessive.
You're trying not to move too fast, because you don't want to scare him off, but it's becoming increasingly difficult to control yourself. He’s been touching you all day, and kissing Dave now is just so very nice.
Nice is such a pedestrian word, but you can't think of a better one right now, he's hogging all of your attention. It's nice that he's slipping his warm, wet tongue across yours, it's nice that when you suck on it he digs his fingernails into your back. It's nice that you can feel his erection pressing into your thigh, and it's also nice how it twitches when you turn the tables and start feeling around his mouth, exploring how sweet he is.
After a few minutes, he loosens the death grip he's had on your shoulders and lets his hand trail slowly down your chest until he's suddenly wrapping it around your package. “Goddamn,” he says, pulling back for air. “Clearly I knew, but you really got all the good genes.”
Your voice strains with pleasure when you reply. “No, I didn't.”
“But you're like so smart and you have a giant dick? It's not fair.”
“You’re perfect,” you tell him, as you brush the hair from his eyes. “You’re smart too, plus you got the tightest little body, and pretty eyes, and blow job lips.”
“I guess that's true." He squeezes a little harder and leans in to place that plush pout against your neck and give you a quick love bite before asking, “So, you wanna see if we can fit this huge thing of yours all the way inside me?”
“I’ve been dying to fuck you, Davey. If it's really okay with you.”
He lets you go now, to sit down in his desk chair and start taking off his sneakers.
“I know it's my fault you’d feel the need to confirm my DTF status after I’ve let you lead me this far down the old incest road, but trust me, dude. Whip it out.”
You object to his phrasing because you feel like he's been the one taking your reins in hand today, but you're willing to honor that request anyway. As you start stripping, you're too distracted by your own minor insecurities to think about watching Dave, but once you're both naked and you’re standing in front of him, you can tell he's way more nervous than you are, sitting there all hunched over and fidgeting. You know why. He’s self conscious about his dick. You have a feeling that's the biggest reason why he was so reluctant to actually fuck you until you addressed it. Biggest being a manner of speech.
It's smaller than average, sure, and if you’re just looking, his height does make his length seem even shorter than it should be. But surprise, surprise you don't mind that at all, you love being that much larger than him, the more inches between you the better. And you legitimately think his cock is so damn cute, like you can't fucking wait to rub and lick all up on this lil thing.
You tell him, “Spread your legs.”
When he listens, you kneel between them and appreciate the way his eyes widen because he wasn't expecting this. You take him in one big paw, two fingers are all you need, and you bend to rub your lips against his tip as he watches you in uncharacteristic silence.
You keep rubbing, and eventually you start giving him little kisses, then little licks, and as he grips your hair and starts moaning your name, you finally take him in your mouth. Fuck, he tastes so good, and it's so easy to fit him all in, and you-
Oh shit, he wasn't saying your name like keep going, that was him trying to warn you to stop, because suddenly his dick is jumping wildly and your mouth is filling up with his come. It tastes even better than his bare flesh, all warm, creamy, and slightly bitter.
You swallow and sit back on your heels with a reassuring smile. He can't see it though, because he's got his hands over his face.
“Sorry,” he mutters through his fingers.
“For what?”
“Coming like instantaneously.”
“It's okay,” you say. “You're so tiny, of course you’re sensitive.”
He groans.
“You can keep going though, right?”
He lets his guard drop just a bit. “Uh, yeah? I think so.”
“What's your record?”
“What?”
“How many times have you made yourself come in a row?”
“Oh. Um. I don't know, like five maybe?”
“Let's go for six, okay?”
“You really wanna lick my fucking clit so bad?”
“Sweetheart,” you say, trying out the nickname and flushing in the face yourself when his dick reacts enthusiastically. “I fucking love it.”
He tilts his head back, resigned to let you have your fun, so you continue to give him the world's most tender blow job until he busts in your mouth again and again. Dave gets less sensitive every time you swallow him down in your careful, loving way, so each subsequent round lasts a little longer, and soon you can start teasing him more, admiring just how very fucking hard he can get and how quickly it happens.
You keep licking, and kissing, and sucking, and by the fifth orgasm, he's not really producing any more come, but his dick hasn’t gone any softer either, even though his limbs are limp and his knees have started shaking. His hands are holding on for dear life in your hair again, messing you up, and since yours are currently free, you decide to force the first two fingers of your left one between the seat and his ass cheeks to find the base of the plug and wiggle that around until he comes in your mouth the final promised time. Now you know he really is moaning your name in encouragement.
You could get addicted to this. You're about to go in for attempt number seven when he makes a fist in your hair and pulls you painfully off him.
“That was six, I counted. That's all you get,” he tells you. “I said I wanted it inside me, didn't I?”
Even though he looks like he's clinging to consciousness at this point, he manages to sound quite bossy, and you find that sexy. You're too excited right now to come up with a good comeback, so you just nod obediently and stand to let him get up and trade places.
You sit on the chair and watch as he climbs carefully on top of you, threading his long, lean legs through the armrests. You're locked in together.
He reaches behind you to open up his desk drawer and retrieve the lube you know he stashes there. He hands it to you, then circles your neck with his arms and leans his weight into you so he can lift his ass up and give you access to remove the butt plug.
Goddamn, his hole is so close to your dick now, just waiting to be filled. You can feel the heat and softness of him, and since you spent so much time pleasing him, your dick is actually pretty much ready to go, just add water. You open the bottle and lube your hands up so you can use one to get yourself nice and slick and the other to prepare his entrance.
“Are you ready?” you ask him, although it's clear by the sound of your voice you can hardly contain yourself.
He braces against your chest and nods, so you grab his hips, guide him into place, and push in.
He’s nice and relaxed because of the plug, but he's still so fucking tight. And hot, like you knew he would be, but as much as you dreamed about this moment you are brutally unprepared for how incredible it feels.
It's not like the friction around your cock is that much different from when you're holding it with both hands, but the fact that it's Dave squeezing all around you and warming you up so nice and comfortable is like a total reset. You haven't felt anything close to this ever before, and you cannot stop yourself from experiencing this new sensation in its entirety.
Dave makes the cutest noise when you shove that last couple inches in and bottom out. He quickly buries his face in your neck and arches his back, so your bodies are pressed together.
“Does it hurt?”
“A little. Sorry, just give me a minute to get used to it.”
“Take all the time you need,” you tell him, running your hands over his back. “This feels so good already.”
A few moments pass, then Dave starts to bounce. It's shallow, timid thrusts at first as he's moving just ever so slightly over you, but it's enough. You're actually having sex, and wow, worth the fucking wait. How do people do anything else? You have a feeling if Dave lets you do this again, you are about to become much less productive.
He keeps riding, but he's dead silent, so you gently bring a hand to his cheek to turn his head and look at his face.
You ask, “You still okay?”
“Yeah. I'm just realizing I'm the kind of camslut who lets some strange man from the internet rape me.”
You frown, because that's a bit too close for comfort.
“What?” he asks. “Isn't that your number one fantasy?”
“Me?”
“Come on. All your cameras and spying and shit? You’re so happy I finally let you be the stalker who actually gets to fuck the innocent virgin he's obsessed with.”
You consider before replying. “It’s more like, I finally gave my brother a convenient excuse to want to fuck me. I allowed him to pretend like I tricked him into wearing slutty anime clothes and jacking off to pictures of my dick for months. Until he begged me for a date and shows up wearing the tiniest panties and doesn't even try to fight it when I give him something to stretch himself out for me.”
You buck your hips to make him bounce a little harder as you say that last part, and he yelps. “Fuck, Dirk,” he says, squeezing around you, with both his arms and his ass. He breathes in your ear, “I love you so much.”
“I know. I love you too.”
“I can't believe we're actually fucking doing this. Even though we're fucking blood related.”
“That’s why it's so hot, right?”
“Yeah.”
After more delicious bouncing and yelping, he tells you to stop bucking up so much because he wants to ride. You comply, and he pulls back to look you in the eye while swiveling his hips, which makes you feel like you're melting inside him.
While he's grinding, he tells you, “I really missed you. When you left, I thought you would get over me, and we’d never get to do this.”
“Fuck no,” you say, giving him a kiss. ”I’m sorry, I fucked it up. I should have just told you how I felt.”
“You tried. I couldn't handle it.”
“I didn't try that hard, except when I tried to force you to get physical.”
“Because I was pushing you, and then I kept pussying out.”
“It’s okay,” you tell him. “We’ll make up for it.”
He nods and continues giving you an interactive show. His insides are rattling you just right, and the way he's looking into your eyes half shy, half completely slutted out on your dick is driving you wild.
As if the physical contact and visuals weren't enough, he tells you, “You're fucking stretching me out so much right now. My brother's huge dick.”
“And you're squeezing me so tight. I'm gonna bust my nut so hard in you, lil bro.”
“Oh my god, I fucking want that so bad. I need to make you come. I wanna make you feel so good you want to stay inside of me and keep coming in me forever and never ever fuck anybody else. ”
“I’m really close.”
“Can you-” he starts, but cuts himself short.
“What? It's okay, ask me.”
“Could you fuck me? Like can you get on top?”
“Yeah, for sure.”
You wrap your arms around his waist and start thinking about the best way to extricate you both from this chair at the same time without him getting stuck in the armrests, but he mistakes your caution for reluctance.
“You don't have to, I can keep riding if that's what you want me to do. That's just how I imagined it happening, like when you were on top of me in my bed before. I just kept thinking about what I should have done, and-”
Now you're the one cutting him off as you stand up with him and walk with him to his bed and lay him down on his back. Relieved, he wraps his legs around your waist and, released from being beneath him, you go to town on that ass.
As you're plowing into him and edging closer and closer to your limit, you start panting and making your own noises. Your voice is almost unrecognizable to your own ears. Since you hit puberty, it's gotten pretty deep, but what the fuck, you sound so manly and scratchy right now, and you really like that that's what he's doing to you. Your mouth is right up on his ear, he has to notice.
So he probably already knows the answer when he asks, “Is it okay? Am I good?”
“Davey,” you say in between ragged breaths. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“You gonna do it?”
You nod desperately. “I'm gonna come inside my brother.”
“Now?”
“Can I?”
“You fucking better.”
You hit it even harder, as hard as you can pressed together like this. It's so, so, so good. You can't stop. There's nothing that would ever convince you to pull out as you spill your load into him, the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had by miles. Have you even had one before? Like how do all those pitiful self-given ones even count. You had no idea real sex was like this, although the part of your brain that's still semi functional reminds you that the reason it feels so good is because it's Dave who's under you. The one, the only.
He demands, “Tell me what's happening."
“I'm coming, because you're making me. It feels so fucking good, bro.”
“Oh my god. Oh fuck.”
Once you're finished, you're fucking spent, but you can't stop thrusting because you feel him coming again too. It's dry, but his cock is twitching against your abs, and he's saying your name again in the same way he did when you were sucking him.
“Dirk,” Dave moans. “Dirk. Diiirk.”
“That's right,” you say, feeling relieved and relaxed and stupid. “It's me. I'm here.”
He gives you one last four letter word as he finishes too, drawing this long awaited but well worth it experience to a close.
You start to shift backwards, intending to pull out, but he drags you down by the neck and squeezes you between his thighs and digs his heels into your ass. “No,” he tells you definitively.
Okay, then. You settle in, laying your head next to his on the pillow. You're big enough that even once you're soft, you don't slip out. You just stay inside him and cuddle and feel his heartbeat syncing up with yours while he strokes your hair softly.
After a good long while, he takes a deep breath and tentatively asks, “Are you still gonna move to Texas?”
“Maybe,” you say enjoying the brief moment of tension before you add, “but only if you come with.”
“Really?” You don't have to look up to hear that he's pleased. “You're gonna enable me to be a starving artist now?”
Before you can tell him he's fucking talented and he's going to be disgustingly rich and famous someday, you both whip your heads in the direction of downstairs as you hear the door to the house swing violently open.
“Honey,” your Mom calls, jangling her keys. “I’m ho-ome!”
You give Dave one last quick kiss. “Someone has to save you from this bootleg Psycho remake.”
You grin at each other and get up to quickly put on your clothes.
“Daaaavey,” your mom is still calling in her lightly buzzed slur as she makes her way up the staircase. When she sees you come out of your room instead of your brother, she sobers up and stops cold. “Dirk. You're back.”
“Hi, Mommy,” you say, as you approach and scoop her into a tight hug. She eagerly reciprocates but looks up at you with more than one question in her eyes.
You tilt your head and flip a hand lightly through the ends of her hair. “Can you call my school and tell them I'm here for the weekend? Because of an emergency or something?”
She bites her lip and squints, but when she spies Dave standing in the doorway behind you, and he gives her a pout straight out of her own playbook, she melts.
“Looks like I have no choice.”
She heads for her room to presumably carry out the mission. Once she's out of earshot, Dave asks sarcastically, “And you think I’m the Norman Bates in this situation?”
You laugh, and Dave leads you downstairs to continue cuddling in your more chaste, typical way on the couch, side by side with his head on your shoulder. When Mom reemerges, freshly showered and dressed up fancy for her second social event of the evening, she tells you, “Okie, Dirky, you're all good til Monday morning.” She smirks and makes sure you see her cast a meaningful glance in Dave's direction when she says it.
You didn't hear any part of her conversation, so you aren't sure what excuse she used or how difficult it was to get you off the hook, but you don't care in the slightest. Mom leaves, and you and Dave decide to watch a movie together. It doesn't feel much different than it usually does, the only change is that you add a few kisses and extra touches along with your commentary.
After the credits roll, Dave says he's hungry and asks if you want to take him out to get something to eat. You tell him hell yeah, but check in to see if he doesn't want to stream instead, since that's been his typical Saturday night schedule. You assure him you don't mind, you can chill by yourself for a bit.
“Nah,” Dave says, standing and offering you his hand and pulling you in for another full body hug before heading in the direction of the garage. “I think my game playing days are over.”
That's funny, you think, as you catch up and place a hand on his lower back. Me too.