Sickstuck part 6

   Your name is Bro Strider, and this kids dad is totally calm about him staying longer. You don't believe it, but you guess its okay.
   Its nighttime, and the kids should be getting ready for bed soon. You call Egberts dad to let him know whats going on, and why John isn't home yet.
   "Yo, mister Egbert. John's gonna stay longer than expected, just to let you know." You tell him very causually, and...cool.
   "Oh! Okay! Is there any specific reason to it? Or is it just because..?" He questions you. It somewhat pisses you off, but you don't really show it.
   "Dave caught a different sickness. Thats all that theres to it. Don't worry though, its not contagious. But it is kind-of unnatural for a Strider." You tell him, hoping no more questions will be asked.
   "Would you mind...telling me the sickness he has caught?" You facepalm yourself in your mind. You really should've had a V8.
   "Love-sickness. Now I gotta go and see what those boys are up to before it goes all uncool again. Striders have to keep our cool. Bye." You hear a judgement just before you hang up the phone, but you let it slide. You walk into the living room, and the seventeen year olds are out and about.
   You have no clue where they went. They were here a few minutes ago. Fuck. They must be in Daves room. Where its more private. Damn it, you were hoping to see all the gushies.
   Okay that just sounded really uncool.


   Your name is John Egbert, and the Strider is all over you. Hes nipping at your neck, snaking a hand up your shirt..Damn he's teasing you a lot.
   You look at him and suddenly squint your eyes when he poles his hand down to your bulge. God, how does he even know how to do this stuff?
   Its very dark in his room, and very quiet if you exclude all of the panting, and heart racing enough so you can hear it through out the whole room. You suddenly remember Dave telling you that his room is soundproof because of all of the music he makes. You don't really believe him though.
   You stop his hand as he tries to creep one down your pants. He doesn't listen and keeps going. You moan in ecstacy, not expecting him to disobey. Then again, Striders do what they want, and never listen to rules as they are told, or put out.


   Your name is Dave Strider, and you didn't think John was capable of those noises. When he moans even louder, you feel your bulge grow to be even harder.
   You wonder..
   Your hand wraps around his member completely, and he screams a little that sounds like a whine. This almost completely hardens you. He notices, and starts to rub against you.

   Your name is Dave Strider, and you love teasing your best bro.