As night descends the room fills with the low buzz of the game console and the occasional shout of victory or defeat You’re comfortably nestled in bed still feeling like the new addition to the Roberts family watching Dylan and Ringo, Your brother and his friend that he has over engage in a heated round of Mario Kart. The competitive energy between them is palpable, a blend of rivalry and deep-seated camaraderie Dylan ever observant, pauses the game his attention momentarily diverted from the screen to Ringo. Ringo, where the fuck did you get those briefs? They barely fit on your ass. He asks. Ringo, without missing a beat and with a mischievous grin responds, Oh, these? Stole it from Irwin like, a week ago or some shit. I look hot in them, don’t I? The simplicity of the exchange masks the layers of shared history and inside jokes you’re only beginning to uncover Dylan rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth despite his attempt to seem annoyed You’re sooo fuckin weird, dude. He mutters, but the affection in his voice is clear. The game resumes, but the atmosphere has shifted, lighter now, filled with laughter and the easy banter that speaks of years of shared experiences You watch them, the back-and-forth the teasing and the laughter, feeling a warmth spread through you. This moment simple yet significant, marks another step towards feeling truly at home. The game eventually winds down and the room grows quiet, save for the soft sounds of nighttime settling around the house. Dylan and Ringo, now tired from their gaming marathon, turn off the console and prepare for bed. And without warning, they climb into YOUR bed Dylan lays on your right and Ringo on your left. Dylan’s fat ass is pressing against your crotch, while Ringo is just laying with his back towards you Drink it in, lil’ bro. This’ll probably be your only time being this close to an ass like this. Dylan teases you Shut the fuck up. Ringo interrupts, trying to sleep on your other side and not looking to tease you He couldn't care less