Dream Team + Karl Smut

Laundry Duty🧡💙

What are you doing, stepbro?

sort of a crack chapter

Gorge POV

"Is Dream asleep?" I asked, looking up at him. "God, I hope he doesn't snore or I'm gonna shove a sock down his throat," Sapnap said annoyed, but jokingly. "Maybe not a sock."
"Well, I guess we shouldn't watch without him then," I said, slightly annoyed, taking the remote he so conveniently held by me, and turning off the TV.
Now I actually have stuff to do other than staring at a screen all day. Like laundry.
Every week, we would take turns doing the laundry. It would be much more convenient if we could just do our own laundry, but I guess it's also better to just get all of our clothes done in one load.
I opened the washing machine to see a lot of wet clothes.
I pulled them out and into the dryer. I was bent down in an awkward position. For some reason, it reminded me of some porn scene. I'm the stepsister.
I laugh to myself at the stupid comparison.
I don't know why, but as I was putting the clothes in, I felt as if I were being watched.
It's probably just me.
Once I finished putting everything inside, I started the washer, and then walked out of the cramped, hot room.

"George! What do you want to eat?"
Sapnap was in the kitchen and greeted me as I walked inside. "I don't know. Ask Dream." Just as I said that, I remembered he was asleep. "Oh- never mind," I laughed awkwardly and walked into the kitchen with him. I sat on the counter, kicking my legs back and forth.
"I guess I'll order some Chinese takeout or something," he said, walking away.
Out of us three, no one could really cook anything. I mean, we could, we just never did. All this kitchen for nothing.

Sapnap sat on the couch and scrolled through Twitter or something his phone. I followed him to the couch as well, not wanting to just be sitting in the kitchen awkwardly. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, thanks for doing the laundry." I immediately tensed up. How did he know about that? I didn't tell him.
"That is the laundry, right? I can hear it."
Oh, okay. That makes sense. I could hear the faint sound of the clothes being dried. So he wasn't watching, my feeling was nothing. Stupid George intuition.
"You're welcome," I said, pulling my phone out.

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"Hey, the laundry is done," Sapnap said. He stood in the doorway of my bedroom. I must've spaced out or something, because I didn't hear it go off. "Oh, thanks for reminding me." I stood up from my bed and walked out the room, and Sapnap walked to the couch, probably going to watch TV or something.
I entered the laundry room, and sure enough, the laundry was finished.

He usually doesn't remind me about this, if anything I have to remind him.

I bent over again, pulling out the clothes from the dryer.
My eyes landed on one garment in particular... sapnaps boxers. Red, Calvin Klein, underwear. I laughed a little bit. He stays on brand, I have to admit.

I was pulling out the last of the clothes when suddenly, I felt something graze against my ass. I immediately froze, tensing up. I looked down, inbetween my legs, to see someone else's legs.
Specifically, Sapnaps legs.
Oh.

"What are you doing, Sapnap...?" I asked nervously, realizing how much this feels like a porn scene.
This is not a porn scene. Absolutely not.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Finally, I heard his voice. I could hear the arousal in his tone. I started to pull out, but he stopped me. "Stay," he demanded, and I followed his orders.

He started grinding against me, slowly at first. "God, George," he mumbled. I gulped, trying to contain the whimpers that so desperately wanted to escape.
It was getting harder and harder to hold in my moans, and he was picking up the pace, I could feel him getting harder, and I was too.