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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Bro_Strider, Dave_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-12-18 Words: 3428
****** burgers and fries ******
by MaK
Summary
     Ten minutes, you swear.
You swear you're inside ten minutes before coming out with a bag of burgers and
fries, drinks balanced in one hand and utensils clenched between your lips. Ten
minutes you're gone and Dave has managed to move to the middle row in the
shitty van, a bulge in his shorts obvious. The windows are tinted and you thank
Christ for it. But, to fuck with your little brother, you call him up to the
front. Cal disappointingly doesn't follow. He's eager and close to panting as
is; if you hadn't said a brief greeting and talking to him, as if it were at
all casual, Dave would already be talking about how he'll suck your cock and
how he wants you buried inside of him, how he wants to be screaming your name
and be unable to walk for a week. He would tell you how he'd love it if you
marked him all over - chest, neck, thighs, and ass, you name it. If you had let
him speak, the immediate words on his tongue would have been, "I'm yours, Bro.
All yours. Fuck me, please. I'll be your little slut."
But, you were a step ahead. "Get in the front, Dave." It's a basic order, one
that was quickly obeyed. He goes to tell you all the nasty things he wants done
to him, but you knock him off. "Buckle up."
"Bro." It's more of a whine.
"Yeah, I know. Trust me, your fucking prick is as noticeable as smuppet in a
doll factory."
"Bro, Bro. I wan-" he practically cries when you cut him off.
A quick turn in the car and Dave jumps in his seat. "I know what you want,
kiddo. But you've got to be a patient little slut, don't you? Don't want your
fucking pimp to shove a dollar bill in your silly thong and let you on your
merry way, right?" He goes to say something, but you beat him to it. "No, you
don't. You wanna be fucked hard with my dick in your ass and your face coated
with my cum. Right, Dave? Isn't that what all sluts want? You're a whore."
He groans in his seat, fingers grasping at the bulge in his jeans but doing
little else. Dave is smart enough to realize that, if you were to catch him
getting off without your permission (fuck; asking you is what he gets off on),
that he'd be left alone tonight. The lesson was learned two weeks ago, but he
had apologized by sucking you dry and to the point of over-stimulation. It took
a palm to his forehead to stop that wonderful tongue of his. "Bro-o-o-oooo!"
"Don't be so needy, you filthy fuck." Dirty talk seemed to be up your brother's
alley, and you had no troubles with it. Cal, who was sitting behind your chair
and strapped in securely, certainly wouldn't mind. If he did, though, he'd had
heard enough to not give a shit. "Who the fuck said you could talk anyway,
slut? Moan my name all you fuckin' want, I ain't comin' to join you if your
hand can do it all."
"B-Bro... god, please. Bro, please." His fingers instantly still and rest close
to his thighs, thumbs occasionally rubbing circles against the cloth of his
pants.
You smirk, stopping at a red light. Cal, you watch through the rear view
mirror, slumps in his seat with the same, excited expression. Dave doesn't see
it, doesn't care to, and he's back on the brink of pleading and begging when
you say," That's better. I'm the only one who can touch you, got it? I don't
want to see your sick fucking hands near your dick for the rest of this ride."
There's no point in asking if that's alright, if it's an okay thing to say and
if he's fine with following it. Dave is more than ready to submit; the words
that flow naturally out between your lips make him shiver in his seat. The soft
movement in his face tells you he's excited but desperate and you're happy with
that.
Your brother is silent for the rest of the ride, doesn't complain even when you
make sharp turns and jump in out of potholes just so his erection can press
against some part of him, getting a little friction. The actions cause him to
melt in his seat. Even when you're busy observing his body language and
listening hard for the small whimpers that escape his clenched throat, you
start to tell him: "You're such a desperate little whore, aren't you, Dave?
You're about to die if I don't shove my cock in your sweet ass, right, Dave?
Look at you. You're so close to begging, it's almost disgusting. You're lucky
you look so fucking hot with those red cheeks and small pants, you bitch."
Dave's face lights up into a shade of red that's brighter than his text and he,
as deeply as he can manage, moans. "That's right. Pathetic little fuck."
"Oh my god," he breathes.
"Can't take the heat, get outta the kitchen."
He glares at you through tinted shades - the affect is ruined by the red of his
pale cheeks and the bulge in his shorts. "Bro, I swear to God, Bro-"
"I thought you were an atheist."
"Bro! If you ruin this for me, I'll fucking... I'll fucking. I dunno. I'll chop
off your cock and feed it to the stupid ass crows who look in my window while I
jack off."
"Maybe they think your dick is a worm."
Dave blushes again. "Shut the fuck up. Not everyone can have a dick as massive
as yours." He drools with his words, eyes glancing down at your zipper. His
fingers, the digits having been twitching ever since you told him to stay still
and away from his dick, begin to creep up the side of his thigh. "I mean,
though, I'm not complaining."
"Oh, I know you aren't." Instead of using your hard voice to slaughter his
boner, you decide to rejuvenate him. Not that Dave really needs it, you think,
the cock in his pants isn't going to grow much more at the moment. "You
definitely want my massive dick shoved up your ass and to pound you, hard, into
the ground. Isn't that right, Dave? You aren't going to feel your fucking legs
when I'm done with you, you sick fuck. And you don't even want to." Dave is
shivering in his seat. You've had him coming just with your words before, but
you pray this isn't one of the times. Despite the lack of evidence, you
desperately want to shove your cock up his tight ass. "Jesus Christ, Dave.
You're gonna make a fucking mess all across the fucking floor the second I get
near your sweet, plush rump, aren't you? And when that happens, you'll cater to
my fucking wants and suck my dick dry. Got it, my little slut?"
"O-Oh my god, yes, Bro. Hell yes." His stutter makes your dick twitch in your
pants and you sigh quietly when you see the apartment only four blocks away.
Your little brother is far more excited than you are, though. He allows a
throaty moan with a whining end come through his throat and you just know he's
staring into the window that belongs to your flat.
After speeding for three and a half blocks, you spy a cop car and slow until
you're in the parking lot. Both you and Dave unbuckle quickly, him making moves
to hide his cock so walking into the lobby won't be a total hell. Different
ideas come to you, though, and you tell him, "Hands at your sides, young man."
"One second, dude."
"No, now."
He scowls up at you, but is desperate for you attention, so he drops his hands
at his sides. In a matter of moments, his cock moves away from his thigh and
pops back up. "Bro..."
You don't reply. Already, you're beginning to enjoy the embarrassment your
brother is dealing with as the two of you walk up to the lobby. There's an
elderly lady on the second floor and you call up, "Good evening!" you hear
Dave's internal screaming as she gasps when looking down.
"Bro..." he says again, whining.
"Suck it up, love."
And he does, like the cool little dude he is. You enter the lobby and have a
short but sweet conversation with the receptionist, remarking on her nice
blouse and asking Dave if he agrees. He's hiding his cock beneath the
overhanging shadow of the front desk. "Yeah. It's real nice."
"Oh, he's sweet." She smiles at you.
Before she can comment on your parenting skills, you say, "Nah. He's actually a
dirty little fuck. Anyway, we gotta hop." Her jaw bounces off the desk.
By the time you finally, finally get into your apartment, Dave is about
murderous with anger. "Bro!" Except it's not even anger. He's trying to shove
you into the wall - standing on his tip toes to bite your neck - and it's all
out of arousal. He's irritated, sure, but it's basically nonexistent compared
to his other feelings. Maybe he thinks his love bites are actually painful,
maybe he wants you to wince and tell him to stop. If you're going to be honest,
though, the sting of pain from his teeth and down your body is lovely.
You palm his crotch and he immediately backs off. "Good boy," you whisper,
turning around to unlock the door. A smuppet stares at you through the kitchen
counter but promptly doesn't give a shit once the door is shut. Dave comes over
to you and before he can pull another shitty stunt, you pick him up and grope
his ass as his back is to the wall, your mouth all over his. Instantly, he's
groaning and thrusting his hips so his erection can rub against your stomach
and chest but he's also trying desperately not to leave your hands or your
mouth.
And, to fuck with him again, you set him down. Doubtlessly irritated but hiding
it professionally, Dave stares at you through shades rested on red cheeks.
"What the fuck are you looking at it, princess? Aren't sluts supposed to
strip?"
Dave jumps to your command and instantly begins to tear off his clothes. It's a
little too enthusiastic for your taste, but as long as it's happening you can't
complain too much. Besides, his cock has been hard for nearly an hour now.
His shirt disappears first, exposing pale flesh but defined muscles on a thin
and gangly body. On anyone else, it'd be a turn off. On your little brother,
though, it's drop dead hot. Dave's pants drop along with his boxers and he
seems nothing but relieved to be naked. His dick is standing up, close to
pressing against his stomach but not quite.
"You're way too hot to be thirteen you kinky fuck," you say.
"You're way too hot to be thirty or whatever the fuck you are you sexy
motherfucker."
You could've ruined the whole thing by commenting that your prick has never
been near a mother and is rarely near a woman at all. Instead, you take away
your own shirt and unbuckle your belt, black jeans staying but ironically plaid
boxers staying. Dave groans.
"Someone's needy," you comment, a smirk hard on your tongue.
A sigh passes between pale and chapped lips and even that sounds full of want.
Sure, he's sick of your games, but he's more sick of his own arousal. "Please,
Bro," he whines. "Fuck me, Bro. I wanna feel your huge cock in my ass and I
want to feel it for the days I won't be able to walk."
"Gotta get me hard, lil' man." The boy drops on his knees in front of you, his
chin level to the forming tent in your boxers. Grabbing at the cloth that's
clad to your thighs, Dave pulls down your remaining clothes and leaves them at
your feet, eyes on your slowly hardening prick. Faintly, you hear him mumble,
"Oh, god," as he runs that talented little tongue over his lips. With a glance
from your brother and a nod from you, Dave takes the head of your cock in his
mouth and playfully waves his tongue along the underside, emitting the smallest
of shivers from you. He looks up at you again, his eyes trailing up and down
your chest before he shuts them again in a blissful moan. The vibration makes
your dick quiver and you're tempted to grab his pale hair and ram your cock
down his slim, tight throat.
"You're hard," Dave says. The heat of his breath is chill against the wet skin
of your cock, the light brushing of your brother's lips against the tip is
electrifying. "Should I stop?"
"No, keep going. I call the shots, you little whore." The boy eagerly puts the
head back onto his tongue. "Don't do anything I don't tell you to do unless you
want some sort of punishment. And, no, fuck you. Dirty lil' bitch. A strifing
punishment, not the spanking you're thinking of. Jesu- oh holy shit, Dave." His
tongue drags along the slit in the head of your dick as he begins to suck. It's
hard to breathe straight and he is way too young to be this good at going down
on somebody.
You groan a bit as his tongue circles around you and his head begins to bob up
and down your cock, slowly taking you in. He's got a million small whimpers
leaving his mouth a minute as his hand, the one not clasped around your cock to
keep it in place, clenches and unclenches on his thigh. Dave moves off your
dick completely, now just licking the underside and using his other hand to
squeeze your balls. "Fuck, fuck, fine. Alright, you can stop."
Eyes are wide behind his shades. "Are you going to...?" he bites at his lip,
glancing between your eyes and the dick in front of his face.
"Am I going to what?"
"Bro."
"What?"
"Bro!"
"Sorry, lil' dude. I dunno what you want from me." Dave is pouting now and
you're smirking like the asshole you are. "Come on, Dave, what do you expect
from me? Just to assume you want my huge cock shoved up your ass and that you
want me to pound you senseless? Fuck if I know. You could want me to return the
favor you did just now. Tell me, lil' bro," you intentionally look down at his
cock when you say lil', "Tell me what you want."
Dave gets down on his knees and elbows, ass in the air and ready for the
taking. "Stop being a dick, Bro."
Exaggerated and exasperated, you sigh. "Fine, you little bitch. Let me grab
lube and shit. Stay pretty, alright."
He moans into the ground, legs shaking with impatience and irritation. "Hurry
up."
A couple of flash steps and you're back, a small, blue bottle in your hand.
Your brother still has his face pressed into the carpet while you smother some
of the stuff across your length. "Get on the futon." He takes the same position
on when he gets there. "Good boy."
"Broooo..." he's whining, desperate now.
"Calm your shit, asshole, I'll be there in a second." And you are. Kneeling
behind him, bottle spilling out a smooth liquid, you begin to press your
fingers around his hole. Dave keens, a breathey gasp escaping his lips. It
takes a moment, you have no idea how he manages to tighten himself back up
after each of these sessions, but you're able to work a finger into him while
he squirms and makes small noises around you, ass clenching tight around the
probing figure. His breath comes faster and harder soon you can start pressing
a second one in, and he comes sometime around the third. "There ya go," you
mumbles, voice a mix between kind and thoughtful. You put more lube on your
fingers and continue to finger his ass until his cock becomes hard again, this
time without any of his assistance. Though, you're sure, he's killing himself
with some wicked thoughts involving handcuffs and cock rings and the list could
go on. He's pestered you about a riding crop before.
Dave starts moving up and down your fingers, matching your slow pace, his
thrusts measured in breathey sighs and happy whimpers and purrs. After a bit,
and you're regretful to do it, you pull your fingers out of his hole and press
the head of your member to his entrance after spreading some lube along the
length. "Oh! Oh. Oh, god, holy shit. Broooo! Yes, yes, please."
"Yeah, yeah," you mumble absently, focusing on the warmth of his skin while
attempting not to just ram yourself in like he wants you too. The head slips in
easily and Dave groans into the futon. Slowly, you inch your way into his
asshole bit by bit until you're half hidden and you let out a breath you didn't
know you'd been holding. Your little brother whimpers and his shades have
fallen off onto the floor, eyes shut tight as he holds onto the pressure in his
ass. "Mm," you hum, then press the rest of the way in. Dave moans loudly once
your thighs are flushed with his.
"Ho-Holy shit, Bro, Bro! Fuck me, please. Fuck me senseless a-and... mm, god.
Make me your bitch, Bro."
"Whatever you say," you lean down and whisper in his ear, enjoying the shiver
that runs down his spine as you do so.
Teasingly, you move back and forth slowly, hips rocking against his. Dave
doesn't need to get used to it and you certainly don't need a breather before
going on - it's just another game. You'd give Lil Cal a fist bump if he weren't
still in the car.
Once Dave whines and pleads once more, this time with his voice high with
desperation, you slam your cock into his ass. A gasps leaves your brother but
you don't let him recover because now the rocking of your hips is fast and
hard, leaving you panting as Dave clenches around your cock and groans into the
futon and grasping at the fabric to keep himself from falling straight down. He
climaxes again, more white cum spilling on the makeshift bed. You can imagine,
for him, that all of this is becoming all too pleasurable. Your brother is
probably swimming in it, if his moans are any guess. "You are such a whore,
Dave. Such a dirty little fucker, always wanting cock." His moans comes close
to a scream and he moves to press his face into the mattress, embarrassed and
flustered. "Don't hide from the truth, slut. You know I'm right. You know just
how much you love having your big bro slam his fucking cock into your tight ass
and having you cum all over the place. You're a dirty cum slut, Dave."
He screams this time and you make a particular thrust harsher than the others
to make it last. You rush now, moving your hand around his cock to get another
orgasm out of him. In response, Dave moves back into your thrusts and attempts
to tighten up around your prick, but the pressure is too much and he screams
again. Smirking, you slam hard into him again and have it become your regular
pace. Now you're heating up and maybe there's a few moans coming out of your
lips but Dave isn't hearing them. When you come, still pounding his ass through
your orgasm, he screams again, cock dripping precum on your fingers. He
finishes a last time when you pull out, a sigh leaving him as he slumps against
the futon, breathing heavily.
"Are you satisfied?" you ask, pulling your boxers up. Unlike your brother, you
prefer walking around clothed.
Dave hums in response, still panting into the fabric. For a while, you watch
him, biting and licking your lips with appreciation for such a kinky and
willing fuck for a brother.
"Hungry?"
He nods, eyes still closed.
The burgers and fries are still warm but the ice in the drinks have melted.
Dave awkwardly maneuvers himself to sit, but ends up laying on his side with
his legs folder. He's put his shirt back on while you were in the kitchen and
excitedly grabs at his fries and sips at his Sprite.
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