Drake sat alone in his bedroom, staring up at the ceiling in his loft bed. He slowly strummed his guitar, each chord melting out into the air. He sighed and slapped the strings to cease the vibrations, and felt a rumble in his stomach. Shit... He thought, struggling to get up and crawl out of bed.

Josh was in the kitchen, making himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He hadn't eaten in a couple hours, and his stout body cried out for food. As he slapped the two pieces of bread together, he grinned maniacally. This looks yummy.
Just as he was about to take a bite, however, Drake walked into the room.

"Whoh brothah." Drake said. "Calm down man, don't want to overeat." He grabbed a twinkie from the cupboard and shoved the whole thing in his mouth, quickly reaching for another one. He turned around and looked at his step-brother, seeing his mouth full of peanutbutter and jelly sandwich was both repulsive, and slightly... alluring. He swallowed his mouthful of Twinkie and strutted over to his brother, and gently wiped the jelly from his lip. He drew his fingers to his mouth and sucked the jelly from them savoring the fruity taste of his bothers mouth.

Drake opened the twinkie package and nibbled a small bite off of one end. He handed his brother the other end, Josh accepting gratefully with a slightly larger bite than his step-brother. Drake took a bite from his side, the Josh from his, and slowly they nibbled away to the creme filling inside. Drake moaned and stuck his tongue into the hole housing the white, sticky twinkie cream. Josh also tasted the creme, and stuck his tongue further into the creme cavern. The teen boys wrapped their lips around the twinkieand slowly worked it into their mouths, eating away at the sponge cake. Soon their tongues had dug away at the creme and met in the center of the fatty pastry, swirling around one another. Drake and Josh both had lots of crumbs all over their faces, and spooging down onto their chests. Their mouths were full of half-chewed winkie and eacth others tongues.

Josh was shocked, to say the least. Drake had jokes about them doing this before, but never followed through. Needless to say, he... he liked it. Being so round, Josh had a hard time getting anyone to bang him. And he loved his brothah. So Josh attacked Drakes lips, shoving his tongue into his step-bro's mouth. Drake is awesome at kissing, or so he'd heard. And Josh was a bit sad when Drake pushed him away.
"Whoh man. Chill out." Josh's face fell. But then Drake said, "We gotta do something about this Twinkie first, after all." There was a maniacal glint in his eye. This'll be fun, he thought maniacally.

Josh, being the fat ass he is, swallowed the remainder of the cake. Drake was slightly disappoint, for he wanted to continue their tongues' daring dance. "Take it easy, man," Drake said. "We got time." Josh's chubby face clenched up in confusion. Drake continued, "Megan doesn't get back from her oboe lesson for another hour." Josh was still confused. Drake sighed. "Which means, we have an hour... alone... together."

Josh is stupid. "GOD DAMMIT JOSH. I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR ASS SO HARD, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR A WEEK. THAT'S WHAT WE'RE DOING IN THAT HOUR."

Half credit goes to user Becomeonewiththeships ( u/4218757/BecomeOneWithTheShips)