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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider/John_Egbert
  Character:
      Bro_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider, John_Egbert
  Additional Tags:
      Wet_Dream, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Side_Story, Transgender
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-08-03 Words: 644
****** Big Brother: Some Sick Dream ******
by Rimbaum
Summary
     Optional-to-read side story for Big Brother
     Dave has a disturbing wet dream
Notes
     This side story is TOTALLY OPTIONAL TO READ, but also very much Big
     Brother canon. I say it's optional to read, because you don't have to
     read it to continue enjoying Big Brother. However, the event in here
     will be referenced in the next several chapters of the main story.
In your dreams, you have the right body. It's only in your nightmares, being
forced to relive some of your worst experiences, or made to go through even
worse, that you're still in a girl's body. But this dream is one of the good
ones.
You're fucking John. Your shades are off and so are John's dorky glasses, and
you're kissing and trying to avoid his goofy buck teeth but they're still
catching on your lip and you just don't care because it's John fucking Egbert
and he's taking your dick (oh god yes fuck yes) up his ass. "Dave..." he
whimpers, and oh fuck that's the hottest sound you've ever heard.
"You're mine, Egbert. You're mine and I'm never giving you up." You can hear
yourself groan as you lean down to kiss John again, and then there are hands on
your hips and someone else is pushing into you from behind but you're not
freaked out about it because it feels so good.
Someone much bigger than you leans down, and you can feel hot breath against
your ear as he whispers to you. "Hey little bro."
It's Bro. It's Bro, and he's fucking you and it feels good because you need it
more than you think you've ever needed anything except for John underneath you.
And yeah, that's happening now, too. It's hot and you pull away from John just
to impale yourself even further on your Bro, like some sick, sexy game of ping
pong and Bro and John are the paddles.
John gasps and claws at your shoulders, pulling himself closer as Bro moves his
chest flush with your back. You can feel Bro shooting his load inside of you
and John's squirting all over your hand and chest.
It's enough to push you over.
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You wake up, shaking and trying not to cry out as you finish up what the dream
started. Disappointment hits immediately afterwards, because you can't even
have a wet dream like a normal dude. But then you remember what the dream
involved, and you feel sick to your stomach.
What kind of a sick fuck are you? You don't feel that way about Bro. John, hell
yes. You could live with having a sexy dream about John because at least he's
your age and your best friend (you don't want to think 'best bro' because he's
not related to you but Bro is and that makes you want to hurl). But Bro. Bro.
Not just that, but he was fucking you. And you enjoyed it. Fuck, you even got
off on it after you'd woken up.
You toss the covers aside and hurry over to the bathroom. There's nothing in
your stomach, but the dry heaves make you feel somewhat better. You're not
totally fucked up if you're this physically repulsed by your own sick
attraction to your own fucking brother. It's a small comfort, though.
Bro comes up behind you, setting a hand on your back. The touch burns, and
sends you into another fit of dry heaves. You can't stand to be this close to
him after that dream. You're a fucking sicko, and now that you've had that
dream you can't stop thinking about it even though it makes you want to be sick
all over again.
"Come on, man, let's get you something to help with that. No getting sick in
bed, right?" Bro takes his hand off you, pulling out a bottle of knock-off
Pepto and handing it to you. "Just chug it, man."
It's not nausea, not sickness that's making you do this. Well, maybe it is
sickness. Full on sick in the head. You're fucked up in more ways than one and
just... God. You can never tell anyone about this. And you'd sooner walk around
and answer as a fucking girl than act on on it.
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