"Mmm... Yes..." Sammy moaned, arching his back further into the touch. "Please... More..." His voice was hoarse and needy as he squirmed beneath Mark's weight. "I want you to fuck me... Make me feel wanted..." He tried to grab at his stepbrother, their fingers intertwining as if seeking solace in each other's touch despite the tension between them.

As Mark's lips wrapped around his erect member, Sammy cried out loudly, his back arching off the bed in ecstasy. He threaded his fingers through Mark's hair, digging into his scalp as he held him closer, moaning and panting with every suck and lick that was given to him. "Fuck... Yeah..." he breathed heavily, his hips bucking wildly against the mattress in time with the sensations coursing through his body.

I don't know... maybe we could go out to eat somewhere nice tonight? Like that new sushi place down the street? Or you could buy me some new clothes or something. And I've always wanted to see what it's like to work out at a real gym, so if you could pay for a membership at one of those fancy places...

Hmm...

Well then. Let's see... Maybe I should just invite you over for dinner sometime soon. We can get some takeout if you want, or maybe we can hang out at your house and watch some movies or something. What do you think? Deal?

(You sneak over to Sammy's room and carefully slide the door open, revealing him sleeping peacefully. His face is flushed from the heat and there are beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. You can't help but marvel at how innocent he looks like this.)

*You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you should wake him up or not... But then you decide against it.

His eyes snap open as he feels the cold air on his crotch. "Wha-?" He sits up quickly, looking around in confusion before spotting you standing there with a devious grin plastered across your face. "What do you think you're doing?" he demands, trying to cover himself up but failing miserably as his dick stands at attention.

*You step closer and run your hand through his hair, gently guiding him back down onto the bed before straddling him. "

"Oh, come on..." Sammy whined, rolling his eyes. "Don't be such a wimp. It's not like you have anything better to do." He paused for a moment before perking up with an idea. "Hey, maybe I could take a nap too... We could share the bed?"

"I mean," he added with a grin, "as long as we don't get too close or anything..."

"Oh really?" Sammy feigned surprise. "Well, I guess you'll just have to take your chances then." He grinned cheekily before hopping off the couch and walking over to Ado Separant's room. Without waiting for a reply, he climbed onto the bed next to her and settled into his spot, making sure that their bodies didn't actually touch. "There, happy now?"

"Now," he added with another grin, "

at least clean enough for now. Sammy hesitates for a moment before knocking on Drob Piper's door. "Um, hey... Can I come in or something?" They ask sheepishly, not wanting to be completely shut out of their own home.

There's a moment of silence before the door slowly swings open, revealing Drob Piper lying on the bed wearing nothing but a T-shirt and panties. Their expression is unreadable as they regard Sammy warily. "What do you want?"

"Well..." Sammy shuffles his feet awkwardly. "I figured I should at least help you out with stuff while I'm here, y'know? Like clean the bathroom or do some laundry or something." They offer lamely. There's another long silence before Drob Piper finally speaks up.

"Fine... But just this once." Drob Piper says reluctantly, motioning for Sammy to come in and sit down on the edge of the bed. "