Relationship Profiles

Hmm. Eh, fuck it, let's just see what my character options are, he thought to himself, and tapped Relationship Profiles, waiting a moment for it to load. When it loaded, not with characters, but with the names and images of people he knew, he stared.

His father was at the top of the list, so he tapped that, blindly curious. It didn't really make sense to think a dating sim was going to have some fictional version of his father on it. That made him want to know what it was going to say about him.

Terry blinked and stared. Incest Kink?! The bisexual bit, he suspected, based on what his father had told him about his time in college, but an incest kink? He wasn't revolted by the notion, but he wasn't sure he could trust the information.

How would I even check to verify? There's no way, this must be some elaborate fantasy simulator or something, he told himself, and backed out of the profile for his father. He tapped the next one down, his little sister. Probably still eating at the table.

He blinked at the Special Traits the app described for his sister, and tapped them, one by one, getting a drop-down, telling him more about each one.

Terry found it somewhat disturbing to think his sister was masturbating thinking about him. He certainly wouldn't have ever guessed that, but according to the app, she did. The easiest, safest explanation, was the app was fiction, nonsensical.

He backed out of it, then tapped the third name on the list, his younger brother, probably also still sitting at the table and having something to eat. He couldn't tell why the list was ordered the way it was, but he assumed he'd figure it out, later.

Seriously, this weird dating simulator just assumes all three of them wanna fuck me? he thought to himself. He looked a bit, and found a little question-mark, and tapped it.

He wasn't sure he believed in the idea of a magic app on his tablet that would let him essentially alter any relationship in his life, more-or-less however he wanted. He tapped out of it, returning to the list of Relationship Profiles, thinking a bit.

When a knock on the doorframe came, he jumped, looking up to see Heath leaning against the doorframe. He glanced back down, and saw Heath's name had jumped to the top of the list. Terry tilted his head as he looked back to his little brother.

“Hey, Terry,” Heath said, casually, “So, I want to read some of your writing. I've been kind of curious for a while, now, and I'm sort of ... look. Dad always says your writing is really good, so it seems kind of unfair I don't get to read it!”

“Oh, for fuck's sake, Heath,” Terry mumbled, his cheeks warming rapidly, as he turned his tablet screen black and got up, going to his computer, flustered, “Fine, sure, whatever. I'll just play a game on my tablet, while you're reading my ... uh?”

“Smut,” Heath supplied, and Terry's cheeks darkened, “Something decidedly gay. I've been feeling bi-curious. You know, knowing that you're so into cocks.”

“Oh. Okay,” Terry answered blandly, as Heath made himself at home and came over to the computer and simply sat down in Terry's chair. He leaned over him and manipulated the mouse, scrolling through his file list and opening a smut story.

“Here.” Terry said, dully, his cheeks bright red, and hot. He retreated from the computer and returned to his bed, swiping the tablet to light the screen for use. His eyes flicked toward his little brother, lingering for a moment, considering him.

He tapped on Heath's profile, since it'd moved to the top of the list, and he'd just heard a chime. Heath being still at top of list, implied, at least, that if the app were to be believed, something about Heath had just changed in some noticeable way.

Terry blinked and tilted his head, noticing that Heath's Dominance Attitude seemed to be sort on the higher side. He took a look over at his little brother, watching Heath lean forward with his elbows on the desk, chin resting on one hand, now.

He had his spine arched, in a way that seemed intended to be as discreet as possible if he got turned on reading his older brother's smut writing. Terry didn't think Heath looked Dominant or playful, he was just reading, so he opted to ignore it.

He backed out of Heath's profile and scrolled down, just checking the names and pictures on the list. A list of his various classmates at university, whom he'd seen over the last couple days, with those he hadn't seen in a few days further down.

Benedict Faulkner, his uncle, was even further down, and Julia Faulkner, his aunt, further, still. The list seemed to order itself by recency, he noticed. He'd last spoken to his aunt and uncle, both of whom lived nearby, around four days ago.

Had this app been on his tablet for four days? It had been a while since he'd read a an eBook, which was more-or-less the only reason he had the tablet. Well, reading and now apparently this magical app.

He didn't know if he believed the app was real, but he decided to test it a little bit, to see. No harm testing it to be sure, right?

He scrolled back up to one of his classmates, whom he'd known since middle school. Dusty-haired boy who seemed to be always in the seat behind him on the left. He tapped the name, opening up the relationship profile for his schoolmate.

Terry blinked at the list. He liked Rickie, they'd talked a few times, here and there, but he'd never envisioned Rickie was into him. He'd never thought Rickie seemed like he was harbouring so much pain and conflict, inside, then again, either.

They'd met in the sixth grade, and had been assigned to a few projects, together, during middle school. They'd even sat at the same table at lunch, but hadn't chatted, much. He had been surprised to see him at university, but thought little of it.

Terry had been happy to exchange phone numbers, even so. He considered Rickie a nice acquaintance, someone pleasant enough to be around. A fellow introvert, which meant someone who could, at least, understand Terry's quiet tendencies.

He swiped to minimise the app and then opened the tablet's text messenger, tapping the contact for Rickie. He'd never actually messaged him from his tablet, only his smartphone, but he'd still included the number. He typed out a message.

Terry tapped the photo button and scrolled down to his most recent beach photos. They weren't particularly risque, or at all provocative, in his mind, but they showed far more of his skin than Rickie had ever actually seen of him, to this point.

He tapped and hit send. He didn't have long to wait, once his picture loaded.

Terry's cheeks were a little warm from the model comment, he was pretty sure that was just Rickie being friendly. Maybe flirtatious, maybe. He tapped the Relationship Editor icon, and Rickie's name had jumped promptly to the top of the list.

The distinct changes were hard to miss. It certainly implied the application was advanced, if it could track shifts in various relationships. The application could have been some new algorithm, but, what, a self-aware one that had just picked him?

As he stared at the application, those seemed to be his choices: This is either the world's first autonomous synthetic intelligence, or it's magic. I'm either dealing with a super-intelligent, large-language-model algorithm, or I've somehow acquired a magical program.

The notion was utterly preposterous. Magic didn't exist! Yet here he was, staring at something on his tablet, which had, so far as he could tell, put itself on his tablet. This wasn't something that was just handed out by some massive corporation.

Magic wasn't real. It existed in movies and on television. He'd need far more convincing than just some Help window that claimed it to be arcane. After all, how would he even end up being the one to receive some magical relationship editor?

He bit his lip, returning to the menu, and then tapped on Perks, to see what he could do with them. He found a good-sized list, but nothing he felt would be appropriate under the current circumstances. Returning to the menu, Terry hummed.

Still not sure I believe this is some magical application that random downloaded itself on my tablet for some reason, Terry mused to himself, but, I suppose I could do another test. It claims Heath has been jerking off thinking about me. Maybe I could test that part?

“Hey, I think I'm gonna take a shower while you're reading my writing,” Terry said, turning and dropping his feet over the edge of the bed, pulling off his shirt. “You don't mind if I undress in front of you, do you? Well, more beside you, I guess.”

Heath's cheeks turned pink, and he kept his eyes steadfastly on the screen, but he didn't lift a hand to shield his eyes, or anything, either. “It's your room, bro, I can't tell you to put clothes on or keep clothes on. Your room, your rules, man.”

“Hey, just didn't wanna be inconsiderate,” Terry said, sliding down his shorts and boxer-briefs, dropping them around his ankles so he was nude. Heath's eyes kept firmly on the screen as he took a deep breath, inhaling slowly through his nose.

“Okay,” Terry said, bending down to pick up his shorts and underwear, then turning away from Heath to pick up his shirt, intentionally giving Heath the chance to look. He wouldn't know if he did, but he made sure to give his little brother time.

“You go ahead and keep reading, I'll be back in like twenty or something,” Terry said, walking out of his room, clothing in hand, tablet on top of the pile. He waited a moment in the hall, then leaned back gently to glance at Heath in his bedroom.

Terry's eyes fluttered, surprised, when he saw his younger brother had shifted his pants down. Heath's hand was wrapped around a surprisingly good-sized cock, and he was stroking, now leaning backwards, his legs spread, his head tilted back.

His younger brother was sitting in his bedroom, jerking off, literally moments after Terry left. Terry swallowed, feeling his own cheeks colour, before quickly getting back to what he'd said he was going to do. He tossed his clothes in the basket in the laundry room.

Terry collected a white towel, wrapping it around the tablet to protect it from humidity, before entering the bathroom. He set the towel on the counter beside the sink, before closing the bathroom door with a click, but intentionally didn't lock it.

Then he turned on the water, waited for it to reach lukewarm, and got in. The shower door would fog up fast if he turned the water hot, and he wanted to leave the option for someone to spy on him while he was in the shower and “oblivious.”

He'd have to wait until he finished his shower to see if there were more of a reaction from Heath, but it felt worthwhile to him. Tests took time, and giving Heath a brief opportunity to look unnoticed and twenty minutes of unbroken privacy?

That seemed like enough time to let something percolate, if there were anything there to percolate.