Your name is Dave Strider and you have an addiction.
You wish you were brave enough to join one of those support groups but how embarassing would it be standing up to say:''My name is Dave and I am addicted to having homosexual incesting fantasies about my older brother.''
Not the easiest thing to say.
It's embarassing,taking 20 minutes to shower just because you wish those hands on your body were his,you imagine him whispering dirty things into your ear seductively and try to hide your moans so he wouldn't hear you sick fuck.
Having such filthy thoughts about the man who raised you and cared about you,well genuinely,you two are connected by blood,but is blood really that thick?
You don't say so,you still love him,though you'd rather die than ever admit you care,it's like taking a bullet to the heart you know,because he doesn't give a living fuck about you,probably.
You sigh,tangling your thin pale fingers in your blond hair,squishing the skin on your head with your nails,your head hurts,what to do?
Does anyone on this planet understand your situation?You guess not,most probably,nobody is as sick as you,this situation,this entire situation is so fuckign wrong!
For the sake of God you just want your brother's dick up your ass.
You put on your shades that were previously taken off,you head down to the kitchen to eat something,even though nothing can fill the emptiness you felt since you first opened your ruby red eyes.
He is there,laying on the couch,he looks like he is drifting to sleep,looking so innocent and harmless but the truth is he is far from that.
''What'ya starin at lil shit?''He shouts to you while sitting up.
''At that stupid face of yours,you look like a dead cat that was ran over by a tractor,when you sleep.''
He cackles almost falling off the couch to that statement of yours.
You try to hold back your laughter too,he makes you say weird things,and you feel something,something in your stomach,like butterflies.
Nah they are more like blood thirsty snakes eating out your soul from the inside and you can bet your shades that is the way everyone who has ever been in love with him felt.
And that's how you feel as he stands up from the messy futon and paps you gently on the head.
Your name is Dave Strider and you are helplessly in love with Bro,your Bro.
It's a bit short,but i have big plans for this are always welcome and same goes with follows and other shit.
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