(Bonus) Looking for answers

Another bonus scene brought to you by me, Filberson, the commissioner!

I knocked on the door of Ace's room later that night.

"One sec! Who is it?"

"It's me."

"Oh, hey. Come on in, little bro."

When I walked in, my brother was doing some calf stretches on a mat on the floor in his underwear. He was always big on stretching before and after exercise--Since he wasn't sweaty, he must've just started.

I gotta admit, my brother has a pretty good figure for a guy. Decent muscles, pecs, a tight ass--Not that I'm into that, or anything. I'm just saying. He looks like a guy you might see outside jogging every other day.

By contrast, my skinny body matches my streamer lifestyle. A low appetite, no interest in sports, and a life in front of the computer screen doesn't exactly give you a six-pack.

"Ace... We need to talk."

"Sure," he said, touching his toes.

"Um... Can you put on some pants and a shirt first?"

"Why? It's not like you haven't seen it all," he chuckled. "Or tasted it."

"Dude, it's not appropriate to walk around in your underwear in front of your family!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Sure, if it's Mom--Most of the time, anyway. Why am I even wearing these around you?" With that he tugged off his underwear and chucked them at my head. "Quit being a prude. You were **** on my cock just a few hours ago."

I took his underwear off my face and glared at him. "This is what I'm talking about!"

"Huh?"

"You need to tell me why you did that!"

He leaned back onto his exercise mat and looked me up and down.

"Was I too rough on you, or something?"

I slapped myself. "That's not the--Why do you think it's okay to--Fucking fuck my fucking face?"

"Hey, language, little man," he said. "I know just as well as the next guy that you're available, so what's the problem?"

"Available?"

"Yeah, you know. A grade-A cock sheath. A cumdump."

"Bro--"

"Is it cumdump or cumdumpster? I mean, are either of them real words?"

"Stop--"

"Anyway, point is, you're made to take jizz."

"...Says who?" I practically growled at him.

"What? I don't make the rules--It just is what it is."

Has the whole world gone mad? Letting out a frustrated sigh, I tried to reason with him. "Answer me this: would you fuck Mom?"

"FELIX! What the fuck kind of question is that?"

"It's rhetorical! I'm glad you said no! So, would you fuck me?"

"Sure," he said, without missing a beat. "But I'm kinda spent right now."

"I'm... Not asking for you to fuck me, Ace."

"You sure? You seem like you're having fun over there."

I paused, and looked around, trying to figure out what he meant. Nothing weird was going on! I had to take his underwear away from my nose before I could really check though--What the fuck?!

"Wah--I--I didn't mean to do that!"

"Whatever. I don't kink shame."

"No, really, I..." I threw his underwear on the ground. "It doesn't matter, just... Next question: if you had another brother, would you fuck him too?"

"Ew, of course not. Dude, what's going on with you?"

"So... So it's just me, then?"

"That's how it works, doofus."

"How what works?"

"I dunno. Life? The universe, and everything?" He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

I was getting nowhere fast... But at least I'd established whatever was going on seemed to be focused on me. Not that that made things any better...

"So... Any guy would know that they can fuck me?"

"Or gal," he added. "I mean, if they wanted to."

"Right..." Ace really seemed to think that what he was saying made all the sense in the world.

"What about... Yesterday? You wouldn't have done that yesterday, right?"

"Course not. That'd be gay. I mean, not to mention incredibly messed up."

I could feel myself getting excited. Finally, a lead! "So, what changed?"

For once, Ace didn't have an answer. He rubbed his chin for a while, staring off into space. "That's just the way it is, I guess."

Another dead end. And I was so close! I walked over and crouched down next to him. "Can you promise me you won't fuck with me--I mean... Fuck me, anymore?"

"You know I can't do that, bro. That's like asking me to stop breathing."

I sighed, long and hard. "Just..." What do I even say? "Just... Be gentle, next time?"

"Of course..." Ace seemed almost hurt, as if the fact I might even think he'd facefuck me too roughly was offensive.

There was a pause between us. As fucked-up as the situation was, he did seem to genuinely care for me in that moment. Then he brightened up, and put his hands on my hips.

"You sure you're not trying to get me going, little bro?"

I felt something bump against my butt. His knees were tucked up against me. Wait--His knees...? I looked down, and found that I was straddling his waist. And my hips were--My hips were moving.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"

I leaped up, and patted myself down. My shorts were still on. Phew.

"I... I have to go," I mumbled.

"No problem... Good talk, Felix."

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, so I just walked out the door.

Ace shouted after me as I left: "Don't be a stranger!"

I went to bed, but my mind was racing too much to even try to sleep.

If what my brother said was true, everyone was going to start treating me like some kind of free-to-use whore... And some subconscious part of me seemed to want them to. And you know what's really messed up? I wasn't even scared. I knew--Like, intellectually--That I should probably be crying in a corner. But I actually felt... Pretty good? Kinda irritated, yeah, but... That's what really worried me. Even my emotions didn't seem to think what was happening to me was that big of a deal.

I lay in bed with the covers halfway down. Tucked beneath them was the other reason I couldn't sleep: I was hard. Absolutely, almost painfully erect. And I wasn't thinking about Candice--The hottest girl in my year (in my opinion, anyway). I was still thinking about Ace. I tried to push him out of my mind, but he just kept coming back. Kinda like in real life...

After half an hour, I couldn't take it anymore. I leapt out of bed, walked over to his room, and creaked the door open. Maybe if I just took one more look, it'd satisfy whatever weird urge this is and I can sleep?

I couldn't see much: the lights were out, and it took my eyes a moment to adjust. His face was turned up, fast asleep... Arms over the blanket... Damn, those biceps... Shit! Focus, Felix! I couldn't see much else--Except the tent he was pitching in his sleep.

...

I don't know how long I stared at his blanketed boner, but it was too long. When I finally snapped out of it, I ran back to my room, jumped into bed, and started banging my head against the pillow.

"Ugh!" I groaned. "What is happening to me?"