Daddy's twink

"Louis!" Jay shouted from downstairs "Remember Des and his son are moving in today, you better tidy up your room and get ready mister!"

Louis groaned as he squeezed his eyes with the heel of his palms creating black and white dots in his vision. Wincing at the pain in his neck he twisted it to the left to see that it was 11 am, meaning that he had 2 hours to get ready.

He slowly stood up and looked around his room, and as always Jay was right, it was a mess. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, his box with special things half-open, yesterday's dildo was thrown beneath his bed, and books were scattered here and there.

Against his will he started to tidy up, he didn't like that his family will no longer consist of just Jay and him, but at the age of 17, after 8 years of being just them, he knew someday this would happen. But for him they weren't going to be family, at the end of the day they didn't share blood, so technically he was right in thinking that way.

He somewhat folded his clothes and threw them in his closet, he closed his special box after cleaning and placing the dildo on it. He then placed it in the safety of the top drawer of his nightstand, and then piled the books on his table and went to the bathroom.

He allowed the hot water to burn down his skin, hugging his body and waking it up. He squirted some of his vanilla body wash on his palm and slid his hand through every curve and crevice in his skin, thoroughly washing it. He then used his strawberry shampoo to massage his scalp, releasing an involuntary soft moan at the small pleasure from it. When he was satisfied with how clean he felt he stepped out shivering at the temperature change, and after ruffling his hair with his white fluffy towel, he wrapped it around his waist.

He had an ensuite room with a small walk-in closet. The second biggest room in the house, following his mom's. The kid of his mom's boyfriend would be sleeping in the guest room, which was next door to Louis's and Louis prayed to god that the walls were thick enough to muffle things. He was now in his walk-in closet having an internal debate on what to wear. He only had one hour left, and he wanted to make a good first impression. Mom told him the kid was one year older, and Louis secretly hoped he was, as he called it, daddy material.

After 2 years of being a camboy he had grown quite confident in his body, and he was pretty comfortable around the topic of sex, which is why he didn't feel ashamed of thinking and wishing his soon to be stepbrother was hot. With this thought in mind, he dropped his towel, slightly hissing at the cold air surrounding his now fully naked body. He slid in his white lace panties which deliciously hugged his plump ass. He then chose his strapped white crop top, which finished right at the end of his lungs. For his trousers, he went for some simple black leggings, which he knew that if he bent enough his panties would come in view. Yes, Louis was a tease, but he loved it.

As a camboy he was really forward on live streams and videos, but in real life, he was still a virgin in the sense that he was never fucked by a real-life dick, yet he had fucked himself more than enough times for him to lose count.

After his father left, his mom struggled with money so by the age of 15 he found out that becoming a camboy would pay him well, and now he was one of the best know camboys with almost 1 million subscribers. Each live stream he earned from 100 to 600, depending on donations, ads and viewers. He used this money to buy his clothes, his supplies, and food and sometimes he secretly placed some in his mom's wallet. Every weak he did at least 3 livestreams earning him around 300-1800 per week.

He stepped in front of the mirror and was happy with his outfit. His crop top showcased his collarbones, and his high wasted legging was thick enough that the panty outline wasn't seen but it left no room for imagination as his ass looked as round as ever.