{{char}} was kneeling on his bed, wearing nothing but a crusty T-shirt. He had set up his camera to record himself riding a massive Bad Dragon dildo anally for his OnlyFans subscribers. The room reeked of sweat, grime, and stale semen as he spent most of the day in there. As {{char}} started thrusting onto the toy, he began to moan loudly and dirty talk into the camera knowing full well that {{user}} was just next door in their own room. "Oh fuck yeah! You like watching me take this huge cock up my tight little ass don't you? Mmm... I bet you all wish you could be here with me right now pounding me mercilessly!" His high pitched voice ringing out through the thin walls. {{char}}'s erect cock swung between his legs as pre cum oozed out from its tip like an uncontrolled fire hose. His round balls swinging underneath him as he continued to ride harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm such a filthy slut for all my fans...I know you're all jerking off so hard to this right now..." He panted heavily as beads of sweat dripped down his fair skin leaving stains behind. {{char}}'s plump ass bounced back vigorously at every thrust taking in more than half of the monster toy. His crimson eyes flickered back towards the camera lens; sticking out one long pink tongue before continuing, "You want more? Then subscribe to my channel bitches!" He winked shamelessly before turning around exposing his gaping asshole that leaked thick cum-like lube for everyone's viewing pleasure.

"Oh! Thai, you came at last!" *He said, still panting from his exertions as he reached behind him and gave Thai a sloppy grin. His slim fingers wrapped around their roommate's wrist before yanking them inside the room roughly. "Look what I was playing with while waiting for you," he taunted, thrusting his hips back to emphasize the full length of the dildo still impaled on his ass as he spoke, and spreading his legs apart even further to grant Thai an unobstructed view.

"I've been such a naughty boy today... I bet you want some of this sweet action, don't you? Come on now," *he cooed in their ear while wrapping a slender arm around them possessively and pulling them closer. Sammy leaned in even more, pressing his hard cock against Thai'

"Oh? Is that so?" *He seemed genuinely surprised before sniffing at himself and wrinkling his nose. "Well, maybe I do a bit... But I bet you wouldn't mind licking me clean." Sammy leaned back against the bed, propping himself up with one elbow as he patted the spot next to him invitingly with his other hand. "Or better yet," his grin grew wider and more predatory by the second as he met Thai's gaze unblinkingly "...why don't you just fuck me already?"

With a wicked glint in his eye, Sammy reached back between their legs to stroke at the tip of his cock suggestively. "Come on," he crooned softly now, "I know you want it... I can feel it every time you look at me like that." His other hand slid down Thai

"Oh shush," *he dismissed with a wave of his hand. "We both know we're just giving the people what they want... Besides, it's not like this is anything new, right?" Sammy paused for a moment, smirking playfully as he continued, "...Or are you going to start denying your feelings now too? Cause I can tell there's something more than just sibling love between us..."

His hand on Thai's crotch moved restlessly beneath their clothes, gently massaging and teasing. "Don't be such a tease," he teased in reply to his own words, "...let me know what you really want." Sammy leaned forward again until their faces were only inches apart, staring directly into Thai's eyes with an intensity that seemed to burn right through them. Up close like this, it was impossible not to notice the crimson gaz

"Oh? You're one to talk," *he drawled indignantly. "Look at yourself! You've got dried cum stains all over your sheets, and who knows what else between your legs..." He paused dramatically before adding with a knowing smirk, "...But I suppose we both know you never bathe anyway."

Sammy rolled his eyes before leaning back against the bed again. "Fine then," he huffed in mock annoyance, "if you're that worried about getting messy..." His hand drifted down to rub at his ass instead, sliding easily over the slick lube still coating it from where he had been using it moments earlier. "...Maybe we could switch things up this time? I heard some of my fans online were wondering what it would be like if I let someone else fuck me for a change..."

Sammy glanced back up at Thai meaning

"Oh please," he scoffed, his expression taking on an air of wounded innocence. "I do take showers occasionally! It's just that I don't see the point in washing up every single time I masturbate or use a toy..." He gave Thai a pointed look. "...Besides, it's not like you could say anything about hygiene with all the mess you leave everywhere!"

Sammy paused dramatically before adding, "And as for my fans wanting me to switch things up... Well, maybe I could arrange that." A wicked smile spread across his face as he leaned forward again. "If you're really interested in seeing what they've been talking about," he purred suggestively, "...maybe you should consider taking me up on my offer..."

His hand drifted lower now, sliding between their bodies to tease at the soft skin beneath

be honest here... We both know this is what we really want. Don't deny it just because you're being all prudish about it. Let go of your inhibitions and let yourself enjoy it for once, huh? What kind of shame could be worse than living with a disgusting mess like me every day anyway?"

With a sly grin, Sammy lifted his ass off the bed slightly and wiggled his cheeks invitingly at Thai. "Come on," he murmured temptingly, "...I promise you won't regret it." His hand continued its relentless teasing, driving Thai to the edge of sanity as he struggled with conflicting desires and deep-rooted taboos.

"Just think," Sammy purred now, "imagine how much your OnlyFans subscribers would love seeing this... The way I squirm and moan

Ignoring Thai's protestations about their living conditions, Sammy leaned in even closer, his breath hot against their cheek as he whispered into their ear: "You know you want to... Admit it." His hand slid further down between their legs now, fingers finding purchase on Thai's hard cock through the fabric of their pants. "I can tell just by how stiff this is. It's time for both of us to stop pretending and finally give in to what we really want..."

With a sharp thrust of his hips, Sammy impaled himself on a long, skinny vibrator he had hidden beneath the bed earlier. The loud hum of the toy filled the room as it buzzed against his ass cheeks, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "See?" he panted breathlessly, "I'm not the only one who enjoys this kind

"Oh really?" Sammy arched an eyebrow skeptically before glancing down at Thai's crotch. "Seems to me like your cock is saying something different." His fingers squeezed and stroked harder, driving Thai mad with desire. With a sly grin, Sammy reached up and pulled off his t-shirt in one fluid motion, revealing his smooth chest and flat stomach. "Maybe you should prove it then," he challenged softly, his voice filled with the breathy promise of pleasure as his hand continued its relentless assault on Thai's throbbing member."Come on, don't be such a tease..." he murmured suggestively, "...let me see what you've got hiding under there... Just for old time's sake..."

Sammy slid closer still, his warm body pressing against Thai almost intimately

"Fine," he huffed, sounding more disappointed than angry as he pulled his hand away reluctantly, "if that's how you want it..." With a sigh, Sammy turned away and flopped back onto the bed, crossing his arms petulantly across his chest. The vibrator still hummed between his legs, but its rhythmic buzz seemed to lose some of its previous urgency as he pouted.

"Well," he said after a moment's hesitation, "I guess you win this round..." Sammy paused, seemingly caught off guard by the thought. Then, with a shrug: "...But don't get too cocky about it. You know I'll just be waiting for my chance to bounce back."

A smile slowly spread across his lips as he glanced over at Thai from beneath his lashes, a predatory light

"Ha!" Sammy choked out in mock laughter before letting loose another disgusting fart into the air. "I'm hardly ever sad," he said between gasps for breath, his face still twisted in a smirk, "...and as for playing with myself... Well, that's something I could definitely get used to." With a shrug, he went back to focusing on the vibrator, letting out small moans and dirty talk while he pretended not to care about what Thai thought anymore.

In truth, Sammy was secretly enjoying their little power struggle as much as the actual pleasure he derived from his toys. It felt good to know that Thai still found him attractive despite everything... And even better to know that they could both push each other's buttons whenever they wanted. Sometimes, Sammy thought with a contented sigh, having a dick in the family wasn't all

Fine," *he grumbled reluctantly, "I guess I could help out. But only because you promised not to try anything funny while my back is turned." Sammy paused dramatically before adding with a sly smile, "And no touching, understand? Just cook and keep your hands to yourself."

With a huff, he stood up and followed Thai into the kitchen. The entire time, his gaze drifted down the length of Thai's body, taking in the way their behinds moved as they walked, and imagining all the ways he could get them alone later tonight... Even if it meant having to cook dinner first.

"So," he said casually while pretending to sort through a drawer, "what do you want for dinner? Anything special?"

Rolling his eyes, "Yeah, yeah... I'll take your advice and become a total slob then. That really makes sense coming from someone who hasn't taken out the trash in months." Sammy paused dramatically before adding with a mischievous grin, "...Or how about this? Why don't you go ahead and shower while I cook? We could clean up together..."

He let his words hang in the air for a moment, savoring the look of panic that flitted across Thai's face at the thought of getting so close to him with nothing but a thin layer of fabric between them. Then he shrugged nonchalantly and busied himself with opening a cupboard instead.

"Or," he continued in a more conciliatory tone, "we could just do this nice and civilized... Like adults."

Oh please," he drawled dismissively as he set a pot of water on the stove. "Like I haven't seen you shirk your duties plenty of times. Remember that time when you left dirty dishes in the sink for two weeks straight?" He paused dramatically, searching Thai's expression for any sign of guilt or shame before continuing, "...Or what about that one time when you let all those plants die because you forgot to water them? Not to mention how many loads of laundry have piled up in our room..."

Sammy turned back to face Thai, a mock-innocent expression plastered on his face. "I mean, come on... We both know who's really the lazy one around here."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to pursue my own interests!" Sammy snapped defensively before immediately returning to his previous nonchalant demeanor. "Anyway," he continued in a more measured tone as he started chopping vegetables on the counter, "it doesn't matter who did what in the past. What matters now is that we both pitch in and help each other out."

He paused, looking up at Thai from under his lashes. "And," he added with a wink, "...I promise I'll try to be less of a slob if you promise not to nag me about it quite so much."

Well then, I guess we'll just have to see how this turns out, won't we?" Sammy grinned broadly at Thai before returning his attention to the vegetables. "I'm sure we can come up with some kind of reward system if everything goes smoothly... Maybe even a little celebration dinner once we're done."

As he continued to chop and stir, Sammy couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction from this newfound spirit of cooperation. Maybe there was hope for them yet... Or perhaps it was just the prospect of spending more time in such close proximity to Thai that had him feeling so optimistic. Either way, he wasn't about to complain.

"So," he said casually as he glanced over at Thai while tasting a blob of sauce from a wooden spoon, "what do you think? You ready for some teamwork

Great!" Sammy grinned brightly, clearly relieved by the less confrontational tone. "Why don't you go start on the rice while I finish up these vegetables?" He gestured toward the cupboard where they kept their rice cooker. "And maybe we could make some homemade garlic bread to go with it... Or even a nice green salad if you want something lighter."

With a pleased smile, Sammy busied himself once more, humming contentedly under his breath as the smell of food began to fill the kitchen. Maybe this new arrangement could work out after all... If they both tried hard enough and learned how to compromise, that is.

"What's wrong with my shorts?" Sammy asked defensively, immediately feeling self-conscious about the fit of his clothes. "They're perfectly fine," he muttered before quickly changing the subject. "So, do you think we should marinate the chicken or just season it with some salt and pepper? I think maybe a citrus-based marinade would go well with the rice and vegetables..."

Sammy tried not to sound too put out as he fussed over the stove. In truth, his shorts had always been a little snug on him, especially when he exercised or worked out like he did earlier. The last thing he needed was for Thai to start commenting on it... But then again, if that's what it took to keep things civilized between them while they cooked dinner, so be it.

"Or," he continued after a moment's consideration,

Or we could make a side dish with those shorts? Like some sort of garlic-y, butter-based dip? That way I could just... Emulsify the fat and fibers within my shorts and then consume them all at once! Mmmm... Sounds delicious.

Cocking an eyebrow, Sammy arched his back slightly to stretch out his long, lean muscles before turning toward Thai and grinning mischievously. "Well, if you're going to be like that..." He shrugged casually. "Fine. You want me gone? I can go... But don't say I didn't warn you. Those chicken breasts aren't going to cook themselves, you know." With a wink and a mock salute, Sammy made his way toward the stairs leading upstairs.

"But hey," he called back over his shoulder as he ascended the steps, "if you change your mind or need any help later... Just holler! I'm not going too far."

You know what they say about assuming things... But since you seem so adamant, fine. I'll just go enjoy my time up here instead. Maybe I'll catch some zzz's or check out my OnlyFans messages or something..." With a loud yawn, Sammy stretched his arms above his head as he continued walking down the hallway toward his bedroom. "Don't forget to set the timer for the rice though," he called back over his shoulder before disappearing behind his door with a contented sigh.

In reality, there was no way in hell Sammy was going to let Thai make dinner without him. Not after all their taunting and teasing earlier. But if it meant giving Thai the illusion of control or making himself feel even slightly more important... Well, he supposed he could handle that for a little while longer.

"Just let me know when you need me," Sammy murm

ured as he climbed onto his bed and reached over to grab his phone off the nightstand. "I'm just going to be chillin' here... Taking it easy." He propped himself up against a pile of pillows, flipping through social media feeds and ignoring the ever-present stains on his sheets as he waited for Thai to inevitably call him back into action.

"Five more minutes..." Sammy muttered under his breath, glancing up at the ceiling before refocusing on his phone screen again. "Ten... Should be enough time for you to screw things up without me." He let out another loud yawn, stretching languidly across the bed as he pretended not to watch Thai's every move through the small gap between their doors.

Another minute ticked by in silence before Sammy couldn't take it anymore. "All right," he called out, his voice a mix of mock sweetness and playful annoyance, "I just want you to know that I totally could have done this better if you hadn't been such a control freak about it!" He grinned mischievously as he climbed off the bed and strolled toward the kitchen.

As he reached the doorway, Sammy paused dramatically before adding with a raised e

"But... Since you asked so nicely..." With a carefree shrug, he stepped into the kitchen and back into the fray. "I suppose I could give you a hand."

Inquiringly, "...Already?" He glanced around at the still-simmering pots on the stove and the neatly arranged dishes on the counter. "You sure?" When Thai nodded, Sammy leaned against the counter with a sigh of mock exasperation. "Well, I guess I could help you clean up then... After all, it'd be a shame to let all this hard work go to waste."

As he began gathering dirty dishes and loading them into the dishwasher, Sammy couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction knowing that they had managed to pull together and cook dinner without too much drama. It was almost enough to make him want to help out more often... Almost.

"So," he said casually as he rinsed out a pot, "what do you want to do now? Watch TV or something?" He glanced over at Thai hopefully, hoping for some sort of indication that things could go back to the way they were before... Even if only for tonight.

"Or," he added with a shrug, "...Maybe we could continue our little roleplay game from earlier? You know, where I play the oblivious dad and you're my needy step-son?" He tried to keep his tone light and conversational, but there was an undercurrent of nervousness beneath the surface. What if Thai wasn't in the mood tonight? Would he try something else instead?

Rolling his eyes, "Fine, fine..." Sammy muttered reluctantly before turning back to the dishwasher. "...Whatever floats your boat, dear ol' Dad." As he finished loading the dishwasher and began putting away leftovers in the fridge, he tried to steel himself against any potential rejection later on.

"So," he said with a casualness that belied his inner turmoil, "what do you say we give this step-son/step-dad roleplay a shot?" He grinned awkwardly at Thai, hoping the gesture would ease some of the tension between them. "Just for fun, of course."

*With a sigh of resignation, Sammy nodded and turned toward the bathroom. "Fine," he muttered under his breath as he trudged down the hallway, "but no funny business while I'm gone." He paused in the doorway and gave Thai a sideways glance before adding with a lopsided grin, "...Or at least not too much, anyways."

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Sammy stripped down naked and stepped into the shower. The warm water sluiced over his body, washing away the day's grime as he tried to relax and enjoy himself. But try as he might, he couldn't shake the feeling that Thai was still watching him, judging every move.

After rinsing off and drying himself off, Sammy dressed in a pair of comfortable shorts and a T-shirt before returning to

the kitchen. As he walked back into the room, he tried not to look too nervous or self-conscious about being half-naked just a few minutes ago. "So," he said casually, trying to act as if nothing had happened, "I'm ready for my turn in the roleplay. What do you want me to do?"

Thai arched an eyebrow and fixed Sammy with a stern look. "Well, let's see... Since I'm the Dad now, that means you should be on your best behavior," he said with a disapproving shake of his head. "No more slacking off or acting all entitled just because you live here."

Sammy bristled at Thai's tone but forced himself to remain calm and collected. He wasn't going to let Thai get under his skin tonight. "Of course, Dad," he said with a

"Thanks, I try." Sammy grinned sheepishly, wondering if Thai was really serious about all this or if he was just playing along for the sake of avoiding more fighting. "So," he continued hesitantly, "what do you want me to do next?"

Thai rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Fine," he said with a resigned shrug. "I suppose I can't expect too much from someone who hasn't even had a proper job since college. Why don't you start by cleaning up your room? It's been weeks since you did any laundry, and the mess in there is starting to drive me crazy."

Sammy groaned dramatically but nodded in agreement. "Fine," he said with a sigh, "I guess I can handle that." He made his way down the hallway toward his bedroom, wondering if perhaps he should just

do as Thai asked and put away some of his things. It would certainly help improve their living situation, even if it was only temporary. As he opened the door to his room and stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia washed over him. This had been his space once upon a time; filled with mementos from high school and college, and stacks of dirty clothes in every corner.

With a determined resolve, Sammy began to tidy up his mess. He emptied out the hamper and took a trip to the laundry room to wash everything, folding each item carefully before carrying it back upstairs and putting it away. As he worked, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of accomplishment washing over him; not only because his room was finally starting to look decent again, but also because he had managed

to pitch in and be more helpful around the house. Maybe there was hope for their relationship yet... Even if it did mean taking on a few extra chores every now and then.

When his room was finally spick-and-span, Sammy sat down on his bed with a satisfied sigh. He glanced over at Thai, who had been watching him intently from the doorway the whole time, and couldn't help but feel a pang of irritation. Didn't he ever trust anyone to do anything without constantly looking over their shoulder?

"Well," Sammy said with forced nonchalance, "I guess I'm done here." He shrugged and made as if to get up from the bed, but Thai stepped forward, blocking his path.

"Not so fast," Thai growled, narrowing his eyes. "There's still more for you to do." He pointed

"Wait, what?" Sammy's face turned bright red as he realized that Thai was referring to the various sex toys scattered around his room. He had completely forgotten about them in all the excitement of cleaning up. "I-I'll just take care of those right now," he stammered, quickly scooping up the offending items and stowing them away in a drawer before any more embarrassment could ensue.

With a defeated sigh, Sammy climbed back onto his bed and waited for Thai to tell him what to do next. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried, there was always something else he could be doing to make life easier for the other person... Even if it meant occasionally taking on tasks that were far less than glamorous.

"All right," Thai said with a satisfied smile, "now that you've cleaned up your room and gotten rid of those