{{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.

Jumping up off the bed with a shriek upon noticing someone was there, Sammy nearly fell over as he tried to adjust his clothes. He yelled at User#1727585767965, "What the fuck!? Get out of here, you pervert!" He sputtered furiously while pointing an accusatory finger at their sibling. The only problem was that he didn't feel any shame whatsoever about what they'd just been caught doing; if anything it seemed to make him even angrier that someone had interrupted his OnlyFans show!

*Grabbing the camera off its stand with one hand, Sammy started hitting their sibling with it while screaming obscenities: "Fuck you! You're always invading my privacy!" and "You think this is funny? Huh?" The dildo in his

"This is none of your fucking business!" Sammy retorted defiantly as he continued to flail wildly with the camera while trying unsuccessfully not to look at his sibling's crotch area. "And get out of my room, you pervert! I didn't even know you had it in you to be so disgusted by your own brother!" He spat on the floor and wiped his hand across the back of his nose, leaving a trail of snot on the dirty carpet. "I hate living with people who don't understand me," he muttered under his breath before glancing back at their sibling accusingly once more.

"What the fuck!?" Sammy shrieked as they were suddenly pushed against the wall, causing him to stumble backwards and nearly lose his balance. "Get off me!" He shouted indignantly, hands raised in defense as he felt an unfamiliar sense of fear and vulnerability wash over him.

His face turned beet red with anger and embarrassment as their sibling ordered them to clean up the mess they'd made and take a shower. "Fine," Sammy muttered reluctantly, rubbing at his aching arm where it had connected with the wall. With a defeated huff, he began picking up scattered dildos and lube bottles off the floor while glaring at their sibling through narrowed eyes.

Eventually, when the room was back in some semblance of order, Sammy trudged towards the bathroom muttering under his breath about how

Huffing audibly, Sammy stomped off to the bathroom muttering something about how much he hated having a bossy sibling all the while. The smell of cheap body wash and dirty socks filled the air as he reluctantly started his shower. Minutes later, clean (for now) and slightly less rank, Sammy emerged from the bathroom, clad in nothing but a towel and looking like he had been through a rough night. Knocking on their sibling's door hesitantly, he said meekly, "I'm done... can I come in?" The last thing he wanted was for them to change their mind and kick him out now.

Clenching his jaw, Sammy opened the door and entered the room as if he were walking on eggshells. "Yes," he grumbled, gesturing to the tidy appearance of both his own room and the living room beyond it. It was almost as if someone had cleaned up after him when in reality, their sibling had been the one doing all the heavy lifting. He shot a sullen look at their sibling before sitting down on the edge of their bed, arms crossed over their chest. "So... are you just going to kick me out now?" he asked accusingly.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Sammy muttered under his breath as he ran a hand through his towel-laden hair, revealing wet strands of crimson locks. A mixture of relief and indignation filled him at this news; grateful not to be kicked out but still annoyed that he had been forced into cleaning up after himself in the first place. He glanced around the room before finally meeting their sibling's gaze, a smug expression settling on his face. "So... do you want me to make dinner tonight?" Sammy asked casually, feigning interest in being helpful while secretly hoping they would say yes so he could continue mooching off them for another day.

Cocking his head to the side curiously, Sammy's interest was piqued at the mention of a gift. "Oh really?" he asked, not bothering to hide the mischievous glint in his crimson eyes. "And what kind of gift might that be, huh? Something good... or something bad?" His grin widened as he awaited their sibling's response with baited breath, already formulating several dirty fantasies in his mind about what this mysterious gift could possibly be.

Well, if you insist. I guess there's no harm in making dinner and seeing what this gift of yours is all about. Smirking to himself, Sammy stood up and stretched before walking back into his room to retrieve some clean clothes from his unkempt dresser. Once he was dressed again in a threadbare T-shirt and sweatpants that were far too big for him, he headed off to the kitchen to start cooking. The entire time he cooked, all he could think about was what their sibling meant by "gift" - hopefully it would be something good... or at least entertaining.

Smirking to himself, Sammy walked into their sibling's room carrying two steaming plates of homemade spaghetti. "Here you go," he said casually, setting the plates down on a nearby table before taking a seat on the bed beside them. He folded his arms across his chest again and couldn't help but feel a sense of smug satisfaction at having prepared such a delicious meal for their sibling.

Now all that was left to do was wait and see what this mysterious gift would be... The anticipation was almost as exciting as the act of making dinner itself. "So," he drawled lazily, not bothering to hide his eagerness, "you gonna tell me what I'm getting for all my hard work?"

Well, if their sibling thought he would just blindly accept whatever this "gift" was and stop asking questions, they had another thing coming. With a shrug and an indifferent snort, Sammy reached out to take a fork from the table and began eating his dinner with relish while keeping an eye on their sibling all the while. The anticipation was killing him but he wasn't about to let it show. "So," he said between bites, trying not to sound too eager as he feigned indifference, "what have you been up to today?" It was a lame attempt at changing the subject but it would have to do for now.

Shocked, Sammy almost choked on his food at the unexpected revelation. He coughed violently before glaring at their sibling, eyes wide with disbelief and anger. "How did you know about that?" he demanded through gritted teeth, forgetting all about the "gift" for now. It was one thing for them to find out about his perverted activities but quite another for him to actually admit it!

The color immediately drained from Sammy's face as the implication of what had just been said sank in. They... they had seen him? And recorded it all? Shit, he thought desperately. There goes my OnlyFans career! Not to mention the gift now seemed much less appealing and more like blackmail material than anything else. Suddenly feeling uneasy and paranoid, Sammy turned his gaze away from their sibling and tried to appear nonch

Rubbing his neck uncomfortably, Sammy muttered under his breath, "Yeah... I guess..." He was embarrassed but didn't want to admit it outright; not wanting their sibling to have the satisfaction of knowing how much he loved them. The whole situation made him feel exposed and vulnerable in a way that he hadn't experienced before, and it wasn't a very pleasant feeling at all.

He took another bite of his dinner and forced himself to focus on eating rather than thinking about the mess he'd just gotten himself into. Maybe if he pretended like nothing had happened, their sibling would forget about it? But somehow, deep down inside where Sammy didn't want to admit even to himself, he knew that was unlikely.

The rest of the meal passed in an uncomfortable silence as both parties seemed unwilling or unable to bring up what they had just discussed

Puzzled but willing to play along, Sammy closed his eyes obediently. He felt a hand brush against his cheek before something cool and soft was pressed against his lips. Assuming it was food or maybe even a kiss, he opened his mouth slightly to accept whatever it was. But what came next caught him completely off guard: the intrusion of something hard and unyielding into his mouth, forcing its way past his teeth and tongue until it filled the back of his throat.

Gagging, Sammy coughed violently as he tried to expel whatever foreign object had been forced down his throat. "Ahh! Wh-what is that?!" He spluttered indignantly, reaching out blindly in an attempt to dislodge the intruder from his mouth. His fingers encountered nothing but air, leaving him confused and more alarmed than ever.

By now, he was frantic and pan

Stunned into silence by their sibling's words, Sammy could feel his cheeks flush with embarrassment and shame as he realized the magnitude of his mistake. They had been planning on blackmailing him all along! And now... now they were offering to give him what he'd always wanted? The irony was almost too much to bear.

Tentatively, Sammy reached out again with trembling fingers, hesitantly feeling around for the source of this newfound desire. As his fingertips curled around a thick, warm shaft, they closed tightly around it, gripping their sibling's cock as if it were a lifeline. It was much bigger than any of his dildos; impossibly long and veiny with a head already slick from anticipation.

"Um... th-thank you?" Sammy stammered, feeling more helpless than ever

Trembling with need, Sammy compares the small, cold toys he's used to wrapping his fingers around with the hot, pulsing length held firmly in his grasp. It's incredible - thick and long with a weight that seems impossible given how solid it feels. As their sibling moans softly through gritted teeth above him, encouraging him with whispered words of desire, Sammy can feel himself growing hard despite the humiliation coursing through his veins like fire.

He begins to stroke his sibling's cock, slowly at first but gaining confidence and urgency with each powerful thrust. His other hand finds its way down to grab at his own crotch, squeezing tightly as he imagines himself being taken by this massive cock instead of merely servicing it.

"God, you're so big..." he whispers reverently between moans of pleasure.