Writing threesomes is HARD. Let me know if you guys like it!
WARNING: There is incest in this story. If this is not your cup of tea, please move on.
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"Alright, I think that was a good one," Chase announced, turning off the camera.
They had been inside the car for about an hour, recording whatever came to mind. There was no clear script this time. There never was, actually. Still, today felt more chaotic than usual.
The triplets had been in the YouTube business for almost three years now, having massive success thanks to their shared charisma and twinkish looks. With the excuse of recently having hit three million followers and with nothing else coming to mind, Chase had suggested they go through comments in some of their recent videos as a kind of celebratory episode.
So they did just that. Sitting in Matt's car, this was their entire show, the brand they had built. Three brothers in a car, talking about random stuff and laughing.
"Let me see!" Nate chimed in from the back.
He and Chase started going through the footage, discussing what to keep and what to edit out. Matt refused to join with a smile and a slight shake of his head. Instead, he chose to scroll through his phone, staring blankly while his mind spun out of control over what had just happened.
As they'd expected, they'd found all kinds of wacky and unexpected suggestions, opinions, and even requests. It was a good laugh and would definitely make for a good video, as long as no one noticed the sudden change in Matt's expression when they reached the very bottom of the last string they had gone through.
'the way Nate and Chase look at matt like hes a piece of candy I cant!'
Of course, they laughed it off. It wasn't news that a decent portion of the triplets' fans not-so-secretly shipped the three brothers. They had learned to live with it. Or so they told each other.
Matt had rushedly asked for another comment, claiming they had already seen others like that and feeling the heat taking over his face faster than he could control it. Panic spread through his chest when he noticed Chase's questioning gaze on him. Thankfully, Nate immediately interrupted with a new unrelated comment to take their attention away.
Years before launching their influencer careers, Matt had realized something was deeply wrong with him. On more than one occasion, whenever all three of them were in the same room, he would catch himself trying to interpret any of his brothers' actions as something else. He couldn't quite explain what exactly, but he knew it was wrong.
What made that feeling even stranger was that out of all three of them, Matt himself and Chase were straight, while Nate was the gay sheep of the family. Something that, for a time, Matt had begun to question. Going as far as talking to Nate, asking him how he'd figured out his sexuality. But nothing his sibling said came even remotely close to how Matt felt--
"Should we get something to eat?" Nate's voice brought Matt back from his wandering mind.
"I'm not feeling well," he announced unconvincingly, doing his best to avoid Chase's eyes for fear that his secret would accidentally spill out.
"Well, I'm starving! What about you, Chase?"
"I wanna get some stuff done. I still have a lot to unpack. Bring me a burger, though?"
Matt didn't hear Nate's response. His palms were sweaty as he opened the door and rushed towards the house. By the time Chase had closed the van's door behind him, Matt was already inside. Thinking he was safely out of sight, he ran towards his room, adrenaline pumping through his body, making his heart beat in his ears.
Thankfully, his brother seemed to have decided not to follow him. Matt needed time to breathe, calm down, and put himself together so he could pretend all he had was a stomach ache.
Chase was the most perceptive of the triplets. Always able to tell when something was bothering the other two. That was the main reason Matt had panicked in the car. He'd seen the look in his brother's eyes, indicating that he suspected something. Matt had let his guard down due to that stupid comment, and now he had to conceive a good enough excuse to trick his brother.
With that in mind, Matt went to lie down on his bed, releasing a loud sigh and trying to come up with something. It was a futile effort, however. His brain refused to cooperate until he'd dealt with the words that kept circling around him like an annoying fly that won't go away.
Eventually, he took out his phone again. This time fully focused, he went to the video that had started it all that night. It was a vlog on one of their trips to Vegas. Around twenty minutes long. Matt watched it on repeat at least five consecutive times. Each time he would stare closely at his siblings, observing their moves, their expressions, but most of all, their eyes.
A battle took place in his mind between the side of him that believed he could see an expression in the other triplets when they looked at him and the one that claimed that to be nothing but wishful thinking.
As his phone died, Matt was left just as confused and frustrated as he had been at the start. Not for long. Just a minute later, he was startled by a loud knock on his door.
"Go away," Matt intended to sound authoritative. Instead, it sounded like a plea.
"Hey, I brought ice cream," Nate's voice came from the other side. "We're gonna watch a movie if you wanna join us."
Matt didn't respond until he heard his sibling's steps carrying him away. It took him considerable effort, but he convinced himself to get up and go. Avoiding his brothers for the rest of his life wouldn't be a solid plan.
Nate and Chase were sitting in the living room with the lights off. The movie had just started. A horror one about some serial killer, judging by the screams.
"Here!" Nate offered him a pint, holding his own to the side, making space so Matt could sit on his lap.
They'd moved to that house a month ago, paying for it with their ever-growing viewership. However, most of their savings had gone into buying the place itself, which meant furniture was scarce. In fact, they'd only managed to buy two second-hand armchairs. As Matt was the smallest of the triplets, despite all of them being of similar build, his siblings had developed the habit of sitting him on their laps.