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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Bro/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dave_Strider, Bro_Strider
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Oral_Sex, Crossdressing
  Series:
      Part 2 of Completely_Ironic_Incest_Shenanigans
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-15 Words: 2313
****** in which is the breath of love ******
by Cerberusia
Summary
     It's not even Dave's fault: it's not like he'd meant that Bro should
     actually get down on his knees and suck his dick. But that's exactly
     what Bro did, so now Dave is considerably more sexually experienced
     than most of his peers and Bro is avoiding him.
Summer in Texas is coming to a head, and the air is hot and humid. All the
buildings are aggressively air-conditioned, and stepping out of doors is like
walking into a hot, wet towel. It is, in a word, disgusting. But the apartment
has AC and Dave doesn't have any reason to leave it today, so it's fine.
Bro is up on the roof again. He's been spending a lot of time up there lately
with extension cords trailing up through the hatch: he claims it's to enjoy the
weather while doing his sewing. For obvious reasons, Dave doesn't believe him.
It's not even Dave's fault: it's not like he'd meant that Bro should actually
get down on his knees and suck his dick. But that's exactly what Bro did, so
now Dave is considerably more sexually experienced than most of his peers and
Bro is avoiding him. Which is a shame, because Dave really wants it to happen
again. He jerks himself raw thinking of Bro's mouth on his dick, his mouth on
Bro's dick, all Bro's attention just on him. He's given more thought to dick-
sucking this week than Paris Hilton has, probably.
This is going to require drastic measures.
Some porn and a lot of Googling later, the drastic measures arrive in the mail.
Dave picks up the mail so he can intercept the package before Bro can open it -
having two 'D. Strider's in the apartment is a pain sometimes.
He's spent two days constructing the fantasy scenario in his mind, but it's
only when he actually opens the package, safe in the relative privacy of his
room, that he really understands the magnitude of what he's going to do. He's
going to put this thing on, he's going to go out there and intercept Bro when
he comes down for a drink and then he's going to somehow seduce him. Somehow.
God, what if Bro just thinks it's funny? What if he looks Dave slowly up and
down and then starts smirking? The humiliation would be crushing.
But god damm, Dave did not buy this absurd outfit from a bizarrely respectable-
looking online store only to turn chickenshit now. He puts on the whole
ensemble, underwear and all, even the little headband. His sneakers aren't
really appropriate, so he'll have to go barefoot.
He can hardly look at himself in the mirror: it's too embarrassing. The top is
cropped, plus it dips low at the collar; the tiny skirt rides low on his
nonexistent hips. The over-the-knee socks are surprisingly flattering, at
least.
He has to pull the skirt down twice as he arranges himself on the futon. The
material feels scratchy on his bare legs. He hasn't shaved them: the hair there
is white and downy still, so it looks okay. Shaving them would make it - weird,
somehow. Weirder.
And then he waits. Bro's up on the roof right now, but he comes down every hour
or so to get a drink and get out of the sun for a while. And when he does, Dave
and his slutty outfit will be ready for him. Totally ready.
He plays Chrono Trigger while he waits to calm his suddenly racing heart. He
should probably be thinking up more detailed seduction plans (seduction,
Christ), but all the stuff he can think up is stupid. He tells himself: Bro
already sucked me off once and liked it. He really, really hopes that wasn't
just irony gotten out of hand.
The hatch clicks. Dave's heart stops for a moment. He automatically pauses his
game.
He hears Bro vault down, then walk to the refrigerator. He doesn't expend any
extra effort on flash-stepping, not in this heat. He also doesn't bother to say
anything to Dave. Dave feels obscurely irritated: this isn't his fault.
This irritation give him the impetus to stand up, smooth down his skirt again,
and take two steps towards Bro. Bro looks up sharply, orange soda in hand - and
stares.
Dave thinks he should do something sexy, provocative, like stick his finger in
his mouth and pretend like it's a dick or something, but he can't bring himself
to. What if it looks stupid, or gross? He clenches fistfuls of his little
pleated skirt.
Then he takes a deep breath, screws his courage to the sticking point, and
stops messing up his skirt. He takes another step forward and reaches up to
wrap his arms around Bro's neck, slowly so Bro doesn't think he's being
attacked, and buries his hot face in his brother's neck. Bro smells like sweat
and Imperial Leather, like he always has. Dave feels the faint prick of stubble
against his cheek. Bro's chest rises and falls against his. How long has it
been since they hugged?
Cautiously, Bro takes hold of Dave's waist. Dave shudders a little at the
feeling of leather and big, warm hands on his bare skin. Bro pushes, forcing
Dave to stumble back half a step - but he keeps hold of Dave's waist and Dave
doesn't let go of Bro's neck. Is it working?
Bro's looks at him, and though Dave can't see his eyes through two layers of
tinted glass, he'd swear Bro's looking him up and down, really taking in the
outfit.
It's a slutty Japanese schoolgirl costume, or so the website had promised; and
Bro will have to be the judge of its authentic Japanese credentials, but it's
definitely slutty. Dave's sure his skirt has ridden up again. He knows Bro is
gay, but he sure likes those animes with schoolgirls in really short skirts in
a totally ironic but also sexual way, so dressing up as Bro's fetish seemed a
good idea. He tries not to squirm under the scrutiny.
Without warning, Bro drops to his knees. His hands slide from Dave's waist to
his hips. He leans in, opens his mouth and seals it over Dave's half-hard dick
under the skirt and panties, just like he'd done before. Except that the skirt
moulds to his genitalia much better than jeans, and Dave can feel Bro's tongue
laving him through the material. His mouth is so hot.
"Ah-" He shoves his fist into his mouth before he can scream the apartment
down. Bro just pulls up his skirt and goes at Dave's cock in the little white
panties, licking and sucking. His cap gets in the way for a moment before he
tosses it into a corner. Dave makes a little Nn! noise in his throat and grabs
at the skirt, holding it up and squeezing the material in his other hand so he
doesn't forget himself and grab Bro's hair.
Like last time, he feels orgasm approach too soon, too strongly. He pulls his
wet fist out of his mouth to say,
"Bro, Bro, I-"
But Bro sucks harder at his dick and Dave comes, hips jerking back and forth,
eyes clenched shut.
"B-nnnngh."
Bro pulls off. A string of saliva connects his mouth and Dave's panties, but he
doesn't bother to break it, just stands back up. Dave, panting, clings onto him
for support.
And then he has to really cling, because Bro bends over and sweeps him up,
bridal-style. Dave hasn't been picked up since - he can't even remember when.
He'd forgotten how disorienting it was, and how safe he felt in his brother's
arms.
Bro drops him on the futon; he bounces slightly. Bro looms over him for a
moment, then leans over to flip his skirt back up and pull down his panties to
mid-thigh, which is nice because they were starting to chafe.
Then he pulls out his phone.
"Wha-" says Dave, and is cut off by the distinctive sound of the camera app.
Bro tosses aside his phone onto the coffee table and leans over, one knee on
the futon.
"You looked hot," he says, pulling the wet panties down and off Dave's legs and
dropping them beside the futon. Dave lifts his hips and then his shoulders to
help the skirt and blouse go the same way. All he's got on now is the socks.
Bro crawls fully onto the futon to kneel between Dave's spread thighs. Dave
realises that he's shivering, though he's not cold. Bro is looking at him
again.
Bro puts his hands either side of Dave's waist, leans over, and kisses him on
the mouth. Which is a little bit weird considering where his mouth's just been,
but it's not gross. Bro's lips are thin, but soft, and the slight stubble on
his upper lip pricks Dave's skin. Bro kisses him very gently, varying the
pressure, and Dave shyly does his best to kiss back. His first kiss - after his
second blowjob, which isn't the way he thought it was going to go. Dave raises
his arms to wrap around Bro's shoulders, feeling the strength in their breadth.
Bro's tongue flickers over his bottom lip, provoking a little jolt of arousal.
He obediently opens his mouth a little, and is rewarded by the tongue pressing
in.
What they don't tell you in the books, it turns out, is how thrilling tongue-
kissing is. Dave mimics what Bro's tongue does in his mouth as best he can and
clutches fitfully at Bro's back, digging fingers into his t-shirt. Every sweep
of Bro's tongue sets a fresh wave of tingling heat through him. He's hard
again, desperate again. He can't say anything and there's nothing to rub on, so
he presses his thighs together and squirms underneath Bro, trying to convey
that he really needs a hand on his dick right about now.
But Bro doesn't immediately oblige him. He pulls away from Dave and straightens
his arms to loom over him, revealing that his mouth is wet and red. His face is
as unreadable as ever; Dave wishes he'd take off his shades.
Instead, he shuffles backwards so he can pick up Dave's legs under the knee,
making him bend them, and puts his head between Dave's thighs. He kisses the
insides of Dave's thighs, little sucking kisses that pull the flesh between his
teeth for a moment. From this angle Dave can see down the top of his shades.
His eyes are closed, pale eyelashes fluttering, and his eyebrows are drawn
together. Dave can't identify the expression.
"Bro," he whispers, feeling his dick throb. He'd put his hands in Bro's hair,
only it's carefully styled and he doesn't think Bro would like him messing it
up, so he settles for clenching the futon. "Bro, please." His voice cracks.
Finally, Bro leaves his last kiss in the juncture of thigh and groin and raises
his head to nuzzle at Dave's hard cock, red and twitching against his stomach.
Dave holds his breath. Bro licks at the head and Dave's legs jerk, held fast by
Bro's grip on his thighs.
He makes a helpless little noise as Bro finally takes the head in his mouth and
slowly slides down. He's intimately aware of the weight of Bro's head between
his legs, the hair brushing the insides of his thighs. His mouth is shockingly
hot.
Bro takes his time, sucking gently at Dave's dick and slowly bobbing his head.
Dave makes little choked noises and tries to keep his eyes open to watch his
big brother lovingly going to town on his meat sword.
Orgasm sneaks up on him. Bro sucks a bit harder, squeezing his thighs, and Dave
arches his back, gasps, and comes. Pleasure wracks him in long pulses, curling
his toes and opening his mouth in a silent gape. He drops back onto the futon,
wrung out and panting, and flings an arm over his face while he pulls himself
back together.
He hears the jangle of a belt being undone. Immediately, he whips his arm away
and opens his eyes. He finds Bro, still kneeling between his spread legs (fuck,
he's still wearing the stupid socks), with his pants undone and his dick out,
beating off. Like, really going for it, fast and hard.
Dave keeps glancing between his dick and his face. Sure, he's seen his brother
naked before, no big deal, but he's never seen him with a hard-on. It's big,
flushed red and shiny at the tip: he must have been hard since he sucked Dave
off the first time. Bro's eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his teeth
dig into his lip as he leans forward slightly, curling into the pleasure his
hand is giving him. Dave props himself up on his elbows to get a better view.
Bro's harsh breathing suddenly hitches - once, twice - and then he stops moving
and groans as his come spatters Dave's stomach. Dave stares at the slight flush
on Bro's scrunched-up o-face, then stares at the mess on his skin.
Bro takes a couple of deep breaths, then tucks himself away and gets up. Dave
would do the same, but his legs feel like noodles. The semen cooling on his
skin feels weird. Did he really just put on a sexy schoolgirl outfit to seduce
his brother? Did it really work? He feels like he's floating.
Bro blurs and vanishes, but Dave only has half a second to summon up
indignation about it because he promptly reappears with a wad of something in
his hand that Dave belatedly recognises as toilet paper.
He stares consideringly at Dave for a moment before picking up his phone again.
Dave isn't surprised when he hears the whirr of the camera app. It's
flattering, he supposes, from a professional pornographer.
"Hey, Bro," he croaks, "don't go uploading that anywhere."
Bro looks up from his phone and the corner of his mouth lifts just the tiniest
bit.
"Naw, don't worry," he says. "This shit's private."
Which, Dave thinks as he catches the toilet paper Bro throws at him and starts
cleaning himself up, is a pretty good start.
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