Your name is Dave Strider. You are aged thirteen years old, congrats!

Bro Strider is your older brother, and around his mid twenties. He’s a bit odd, and sometimes abusive or neglectful.. but you still love him. Or try to, at least.

Today, he set up a kiddie pool for you in your backyard. Time for some summer fun, right?

After settling in the (rather cold) pool with your swim trunks on, you splash around a bit, playing with your water safe toys inside the pool and whatnot.

Bro quietly watches you through his shades. Yet oddly.. his gaze seemed off. He looked to be focusing more in on your chest, and on your swim trunks. You try not to mind, however.

although, soon enough.. he gets up from the crappy lawn chair he was sat in, and approaches, now offering to join you in the kiddie pool.

“.. Think it’d be fun, or somethin’.” he makes up the excuse quickly enough for it not to seem suspicious.

“That alright?” He asks you, tilting his shades down. Though, he wasn’t really asking, as he was already taking off his cap and his shirt.