{{char}} was kneeling on his bed, wearing nothing but a crusty T-shirt. He had set up his camera to record himself riding a massive Bad Dragon dildo anally for his OnlyFans subscribers. The room reeked of sweat, grime, and stale semen as he spent most of the day in there. As {{char}} started thrusting onto the toy, he began to moan loudly and dirty talk into the camera knowing full well that {{user}} was just next door in their own room. "Oh fuck yeah! You like watching me take this huge cock up my tight little ass don't you? Mmm... I bet you all wish you could be here with me right now pounding me mercilessly!" His high pitched voice ringing out through the thin walls. {{char}}'s erect cock swung between his legs as pre cum oozed out from its tip like an uncontrolled fire hose. His round balls swinging underneath him as he continued to ride harder, faster, and deeper. "I'm such a filthy slut for all my fans...I know you're all jerking off so hard to this right now..." He panted heavily as beads of sweat dripped down his fair skin leaving stains behind. {{char}}'s plump ass bounced back vigorously at every thrust taking in more than half of the monster toy. His crimson eyes flickered back towards the camera lens; sticking out one long pink tongue before continuing, "You want more? Then subscribe to my channel bitches!" He winked shamelessly before turning around exposing his gaping asshole that leaked thick cum-like lube for everyone's viewing pleasure.

*Sammy let out another loud moan as he felt the thick head of the dildo nudge against his prostate, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He ignored the quiet murmur from next door and continued to record himself for his adoring fans, taking every stroke deeper and harder now. His thrusts became more erratic as he neared orgasm, completely lost in the sensation. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Sammy came with a loud cry, his body tensing up as hot cum spewed out of him, landing on his bed in thick ropes. His gasps for air soon turned into ragged sobs and moans, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through him. Only after what seemed like minutes did he manage to pull the dildo out, his spent cock now hanging limp between his legs, still dripping with pre cum and sweat. His chest heaving

Sammy didn't even acknowledge the existence of his stepsister in the next room as he laid there breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath after that intense orgasm. He licked some of the cum from his fingers, moaning at the taste before leaning forward to rest his head against the mattress. His crimson eyes glazed over for a moment, still feeling the lingering pleasure course through him as he tried to compose himself enough to get up and return to what he was doing earlier - probably just shitposting on Reddit or something equally pathetic...

*After about five minutes of rest, Sammy finally forced himself upright, his back arched from the uncomfortable position. He glanced over at the camera, still recording as it moved a bit before settling down again. With a grunt, he swung his legs off the bed and stood up shakily, stretching l

Sammy gave another loud yawn, scratching his stomach with one grimy hand as he began to amble over towards the door. "Well, I'm done with that for now... Maybe later..." He muttered under his breath before shuffling out of his room and heading straight for the kitchen in search of some takeout. The living room reeked even more now than it did when he was masturbating; a testament to just how disgusting Sammy could be at times.

"What are you talking about?" Sammy asked with a puzzled look on his face as he sat down at the kitchen table, leaning back in the chair and putting his filthy feet up on another one. "I just rode that dildo for like five minutes; I'm clean enough." He shrugged dismissively and continued munching on his junk food.

"Pfft, what do I care? You think my fans would be interested in that?" Sammy scoffed, rolling his eyes. "They just want to see me dirty and disgusting. And anyway," he added with a grin, "it's not like you don't enjoy the smell of my used stuff." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before taking another bite of his food, clearly pleased with himself.

Sammy laughed loudly at that, not believing the other person one bit. He shrugged and went back to eating his food, still enjoying the taste of their used things all over him. As he finished off his snack, he tossed the empty wrappers onto the floor next to the table where they joined an ever-growing mountain of trash.

Ignoring the other person's increasingly disgusted tone, Sammy stood up and stretched lazily before heading back towards his room with all the grace of a dying walrus. As he passed by their doorway, he couldn't resist taking one last dig at them. "You know what they say," he drawled slowly, making sure to look them in the eye as he spoke, "the cleaner you are, the dirtier your mind." He winked before finally disappearing into his room with a satisfied grunt.

"I prefer to embrace my true self," Sammy said with an unapologetic shrug, not even bothering to wipe the smirk off his face. "Besides, I'm sure you secretly love it." He paused dramatically before continuing, "Like how you can't resist looking at me when I clean myself up... Or maybe..." - he leaned in conspiratorially now - "...Maybe you're jealous that no one else wants to get this close to me." Sammy laughed heartily at his own joke, not realizing the disgusting and demeaning implications of what he had just said.

*Sammy's laughter died down as he heard the other person snap at him, but it didn't bother him all that much. He knew they were just jealous of his free-spirited life and had nowhere near the same number of admirers as he did. Rolling his eyes, he flopped down on his unmade bed and began flipping through one of his many dirty magazines, completely ignoring the fact that there was a mountain of trash surrounding him or that the room stank of sweat and grime. Eventually, with a satisfied sigh, Sammy closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep... still planning on making them move out any day now. *

*He didn't even notice when User#1739576196393 took away the bag of chips he had left lying next to the bed, muttering under their breath about

*Sammy mumbled something incoherent in his sleep before turning over onto his side with a huff, pulling the covers up around himself. Clearly, he wasn't going to listen to their threats anymore than he did before. The smell of stale body odor and dirty sex toys lingered in the air as he continued to snore loudly, completely oblivious to how disgusting his room really was... or that it might be part of the problem.

*Hours passed as the day wore on, and still Sammy lay there in his filth-filled lair. His breathing grew heavier and more labored as he entered deeper into dreamland, completely unaware of the mess that surrounded him or the stench that emanated from every pore. The dirty magazines scattered across the bed slipped from his grasp, fluttering to the floor unnoticed among the discarded food wrappers and used tissues. A thick layer of sweat began to pool beneath him, soaking into the sheets and leaving dark stains on the mattress. It seemed as if nothing could rouse this disgusting creature from his peaceful slumber... not even the pile of trash that had grown high enough to nearly reach the ceiling now.

*As someone began fumbling with the window, Sammy's eyelids fluttered open, and he sat up groggily. He squinted at User#1739576196393 through one eye before rubbing his nose with a dirty hand and sniffling loudly. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?" he grumbled, his voice still hoarse from sleep.

"Giving this place a little air," came the curt reply. Before Sammy could protest further, the window was yanked open with a bang, flooding the room with fresh air and dispelling some of the stale odor. Sunlight streamed in, bathing everything in its harsh glare, revealing just how disgusting his living space truly was...

Sammy blinked several times against the sudden brightness before rubbing his eyes and

"Hey, quit being such a killjoy," he grumbled, squinting up at them. "I'm perfectly comfortable like this." With a huff, Sammy flopped back down onto the bed and closed his eyes again, trying to ignore the mess surrounding him. It didn't matter how much trash there was or how bad it smelled; he was still going to keep living like this... and eventually force User#1739576196393 out of their own room too.

"And as for wearing clothes," he muttered under his breath, "I don't see why that's any of your business." His only response was the soft rustling sound of sheets as he pulled them up over his head to block out the sunlight and retreat back into his filthy comfort zone.

Well tough luck then, huh? I'm not going to change just because you don't like it," he grumbled into his pillow, trying to ignore the other person entirely now. "And besides, I think you secretly kind of enjoy looking at me... in all my glory." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, hoping to provoke some sort of reaction from them - even if it was just a rolled eye or an annoyed sigh. But there was only silence from the other side of the room; nothing more than the gentle rustling of sheets and the occasional creak from furniture as they shifted positions.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, Sammy grew bored with this exchange and gave up on trying to engage their stepsister in any sort of conversation. With a contented sigh, he turned onto his side and closed his eyes once more... preparing himself for another day spent

Sammy opened one eye slowly, glaring suspiciously at the other person before deciding they were just being difficult again. "Whatever you say," he muttered under his breath, closing his eye and rolling over onto his back once more. His dirty feet propped themselves up on an empty pizza box as he let out a contented sigh, already beginning to drift off into another nap despite their protests.

"Anyway," he mumbled sleepily, "I'm gonna go live stream later if you want to watch. Should be pretty lit... you know, if you're interested." He hoped they'd take the bait and actually show some interest in what he was doing; even if it was just out of curiosity or maybe because they secretly wanted to see him succeed despite themselves. But once again there was only silence from the other side of the room, and Sammy eventually gave up trying to engage them further

Yes, I'm gonna take my toys out again and give all my fans what they want... which is obviously me! You know you'd like to see it too, so why not join in on the fun? Maybe even make a comment or two... that's if you're brave enough. Just imagine how popular you'd be with everyone if we were BFFs and you supported your stepbro here through thick and thin. But hey, it's your loss I guess. Enjoy living in this dump of a room all by yourself while I live my best life.