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Summary:

After catching John Egbert and who he assumes is John's girlfriend in a rather hot and compromising position, Bro Strider finds himself thinking about John more and more. Luckily for him, Dave is more than happy to bring John and his friends to hang out in the Strider apartment. Maybe he can get to know John better, and maybe John won't be an asshole who's a complete tease about his true feelings for Bro.

Meanwhile Dave is trying to be a better person than he used to be. He's got a sweet girlfriend, works hard in school, volunteers at a local hospital, and does everything he can to be a gentleman of martial nobility. Too bad his developing friendship with the girl who frequents the hospital might be damaging his relationship with his girlfriend.

A story set over many years, detailing growing relationships between many people, encompassing family, friendships, relationships, and everything in between.

Notes:

Sorry for the lame set up. I promise it gets better than this.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: == Bro: Watch

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This is weird. No, not weird. What's the word you're looking for? Fuck if you know. Something's just off about the whole thing, and you wonder what it is. It's unnerving to not know just what about this situation is bothering you when you're usually so aware of your surroundings. Hmm. Maybe it would work if you changed something? Yes. That might work.

Adjusting a couple of the smuppets positions on the futon to make them more lewd does the trick, and now everything seems a lot better; or at least, not as off as it felt a few minutes prior. You've got a few smuppets set up for a smuppet orgy scene for the site. These are the newer models, smoother fabric, more streamlined in their bodies so they're narrower with curved spines. They are basically smuppets 2.0. You have spent a long time perfecting the designs of these guys, and now you plan on showing them off to the frequent visitors of your site via a video of them in an orgy of slim but still plush where it counts smuppets.

Everything's set up. The innocuous white-bluish backdrop which is really just your bed sheet tacked up behind the futon on the wall behind the futon where you moved it. The smuppets are all in the positions you want them to be, and if need be you can move them with your flash stepping to simulate puppet sex. Your customers still have no clue how you achieve such realistic smuppet porn. If only they knew the joys of flash stepping. Dave is out doing volunteer work with his girlfriend Jade at some hospital. He should be out and about for a while, giving you plenty of time to film what you need to film for the site.

The cameras in the house are running, but then, they are always running, streaming video to the site. You've set up four cameras around the futon to document your latest work. These aren't streaming, because like other set up videos you'll want to edit your work before putting it on the site. These cameras are positioned to get the best angles. You've been setting things up for a while now, and you're ready to turn the four cameras on and begin filming.

It's Saturday, May eleventh, four-thirty-five p.m. It's hot and sunny outside like it always is, and you are a thirty-eight year old man wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants and grey socks, working from home about to shoot a smuppet sex scene. You don't think this is what your guidance counselor in tenth grade had in mind when she told you to be all you could be. But hey, you're happy. You're rich and you work from home doing what you love. Half an hour ago you had pizza rolls and ice cream sandwiches for lunch. Yup, living the dream.

There's a loud rattling at the door. You know it's not Dave, he isn't due back for hours, and he isn't the type to rattle doors he could easily unlock quietly. You aren't expecting anyone to come over; you haven't had guests of your own in…ever. Even before Dave came around you were an introvert who never talked to anyone unless you wanted or needed something. You are at a complete loss as to who could be trying to unlock your door.

The door is swung open with the force of two bodies, not one, fumbling their way into your apartment. Luckily they don't see you; they're too involved in each other to be aware of their surroundings. You flash step away to a closet, leaving the door cracked open a bit because you are curious to see where this is going. You're confident if they tried anything like destroying your apartment or robbing you that you'd have them both incapacitated within seconds so for now as they make out fiercely in your living room not causing property damage or theft, you're content to watch what will happen next.

You recognize one of the two persons engaged in sloppy make outs. A male, young, but not too young. He's slim of build and tall of height, much like Dave. Unlike Dave this one's got messy black hair that's sticking up all over the place. You feel that maybe the girl who's running her hands through it might be a factor in its messiness. He's got smooth, clear skin, the color of cream. It isn't fair. You're pretty sure teenagers are supposed to be acne riddled messes for a few years. That's how you were when you were whatever age he's supposed to be.

He's got black framed glasses that are square shaped and vaguely remind you of hipsters. You can see he's wearing a dark green long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that's layered over a black t-shirt with a design of something on it that you can't quite make out. He's got dark blue jeans on that are a bit tighter on him than they probably should be. Not that you noticed or anything. You have to admit his shoes are cool. They're sneakers that are red, yellow and orange, and evoke the image of flames and rockets.

You know this kid, you are sure of that. Wait no, not kid. This is a teenager. A teenager making out with who you assume is his girlfriend. In your apartment, and you're still not sure how they got in. How do you know him? You feel like you've seen him before. He must be one of Dave's friends. You don't have any friends under the age of thirty. You're starting to remember now, he's Dave's best friend, the one he met online, the one who inexplicably moved to Texas along with his other friends. He's the one who used to come over to your apartment for sleepovers with Dave when they were both thirteen. But that was years ago. Have you seen him since then? You're not really up to date on Dave's friends, or when they visit the apartment.

What's his name? You know it starts with a J. Jude? No, that's not it. Jack? He doesn't look like a Jack. John? Yeah, that must be it. You're pretty sure his name is John. Now the girl, you have no idea who she is. She's the same height as John, probably the same age as well, with long, thick, straight light blonde hair that's streaked dark blue in some parts. Her skin is pale; you can see the veins in her neck. She's got wire rim glasses on that aren't as hipster like as John's. She's got zits on her cheeks and forehead. She's wearing a sundress, one of those flowy, thin long ones that covers her entire body except for her neck and arms. The sundress is orange with a pattern of yellow and blue flowers. You can't see her shoes. You do see that she's wearing a sliver necklace with some charm on it. Why does she have a black eye patch as well as glasses?

The two of them are moving so frantically across the room, eyes on each other, and faces glued to each other arms and hands everywhere, exploring each other. There's an animalistic nature to their make out session. They're needy, messy, and urgent. You recognize that urgency. It's the type that accompanies want and lust and usually predates decisions made in the spur of the moment. It's in a moment of clarity that you realize that these two came in here with a purpose in mind. They've been making moaning noises as they French each other and grope their skinny bodies. What else would this lead up to?

You hope they don't fuck on your futon. You spent a long time setting that shit up. The smuppets are exactly how you want them. They better not touch your smuppets. They're moving again. The kitchen? You're afraid they might hurt themselves somehow what with all the weapons you keep stored in there. They seem too impatient to make it to the bedrooms. If they fucked on the floor you guess that'd be okay. It might be painful for them, hardwood floors and what not.

You watch as they make their way over to a window, one that you had pulled halfway up earlier to get some fresh air in the place. It's a rectangle shaped window placed vertically. There's nothing in the way in that space. You're interested to see where this goes. You watch as John pulls away from her then spins her around, and pushes her towards the open windowsill. She's compliant as he pushes her body down so that she's bending, with half her body out the window and what must be her stomach area resting on the wooden windowsill. How is that comfortable?

John busies himself with lifting her dress up so that it piles up on her hips, bunching together. You notice she isn't wearing any underwear. More power to her you suppose. Right now John is unzipping his pants and pulling them and his dark blue boxers down to rest at his ankles and oh yes.

Hell yes. Hell fucking yes. John has the most perfect ass you have ever seen on anyone, regardless of age or gender. It's just so nice, and flawless in complexion. It's smooth and you think it's most likely soft to the touch. His ass is round and full, like all the fat in his body just wound up there somehow. You want to squeeze his ass. You want to put both your hands on it and just feel it and spank him and ride him and oh fucking hell; you could bounce a quarter off that thing.

His legs are nice, lean with muscle and covered in lots of dark hair under the knees. They take their time with preparation, and it takes a couple tries until John is positioned in the right spot. You can't see his dick, but by how the girl is moaning as he enters her and starts fucking her, he must have a damn good dick. You can tell when people are faking during sex, and these two aren't faking anything.

John's motions are fast and erratic, the kind that teenage boys are wont to have. He's pistoning in and out of her with his hands on her waist, and she's moving back and forth across the windowsill. There's an exhibitionist style to their fucking that you admire. It's fast, frantic, and you think you ought to look away but you won't. Not because you're some perverted older man who indulges in voyeurism, which you aren't, but because you want to watch John's ass as it moves back and forth as he fucks the girl.

They aren't saying anything, just moaning and grunting respectively. You hope they finish soon and get the hell out; you have a smuppet orgy to film. Unfortunately things don't go your way. These are teenagers, and they have more stamina than you. They continue fucking in the same position for over ten minutes, that can't be comfortable not resting halfway out a windowsill.

A quick check to your phone informs you that they've been at this for forty minutes. You look up and watch as John and the girl freeze up and you can tell that they've both finished. About fucking time, your legs were starting to cramp up.

As the two of them put their clothes back on and John helps the girl out from the windowsill and back into the apartment you realize you just watched two teenagers have unprotected sex.

The girl smoothes her dress and John zips up his pants.

John sits on the floor and the girl joins him. They both need a moment to collect themselves, you're sure they're both sore as hell. Minutes pass, and you suppose they feel better now because they're both standing near the window, looking at each other.

You hear the girl ask, "Are you sure it was alright for us to come in here?"

Her voice has a slight Russian accent to it, and she sounds like she draaaaaaaags her words out to be longer than they should be.

John looks at her, he smiles and says, "Oh sure. Dave did say his guardian would be out sleeping at this time."

John doesn't have any accent; his voice is chipper and confident, and nearly low in tone like most teenage boys.

Normally Dave would be right but you got up so you could get some work done. You'll have to remember to kick Dave's ass later for telling his friends they could use your apartment for their sexcapades.

The girl at least has the decency to look anxious. "Do you think we woke his guardian up?"

John waves his hand in her direction and pffts at her. "Nah, I mean if we did he would've come out to see what was going on."

You roll your eyes. You don't know why they had to use your apartment, or why they're both being stupid. Teenagers.

"Hmm, well now that we're finished, you wanna go get some pancakes?" The blonde girl asks.

John smiles at her and leads her away by the hand towards the door. "Fuck yeah pancakes fucking rule!"

The girl snickers, "I know they do, John."

Oh, so you were right about his name then. So they don't feel bad about breaking into someone else's place to fuck. You're really going to need to have a talk with Dave this can't become a regular thing.

They leave the apartment a bit more subdued then when they came in. You notice they're both attractive, and have the same shade of blue eyes. When they shut the apartment door and you know they're really gone now, you walk out of the closet.

The smuppets are untouched and you're grateful. Maybe now you can get some work done. You turn the four cameras on to start filming, but then you realize something. The other cameras in your apartment, the ones that are constantly on and streaming they filmed it; they filmed the whole teenage sex thing to your website. The entire time, their act was streamed to your site and watched by millions who come for puppet smut.

You rush to your computer to check the site's traffic; you hope it hasn't gone down. You can see that in the past hour traffic to your site has quadrupled, and people are still coming in. Hundreds of commenters are talking about it. This is the most activity you've had on the site in a while. You wonder how John and the girl will feel about being unwitting internet porn celebrities on a fetish site whose fan base isn't exactly into exhibitionist teenager sex. You're getting a ton of traffic for this though. Maybe you've found a new niche market.