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So I did it again. Fuck it. Turns out I was a good liar – what’s one more iteration of the bit between siblings? I opened the door, already scowling at Jess. She returned my face with a darker look than the one she usually sported during our fights.

She stepped in and shut the door behind me before I could protest. “We both know that was fucked up of you,” she whispered in a seething rage.

“How? You’re the one that lied,” I replied, digging in my heels for real this time. 

Her eyes widened in sheer shock. “Austin, what the hell are you doing?” she barely managed to say. It was honestly a fair response – I genuinely never lied to my mother, and today I went from a non-liar to full-on denial. 

“Um, you’re the one that decided to bring that up out of nowhere, after pretending I made Kelsea uncomfortable, in front of mom,” I rebutted, my own anger pouring through my lips.

“Pretendi-?! Austin, I overheard her saying that you were talking to her about sex!”

“We were talking. Together.” I paused, remembering Kelsea’s message. “And even that was simplifying it. I was asking about… a particular event that may or may not have ha-”

“She told me, thanks,” Jess angrily cut in. “It was clear as day. She was uncomfortable.”

“She was literally laughing-”

“-In discomfort!”

“Oh, so you asked her about how she felt and she said that?!”

“You know that Kelsea is, like, the queen of smoothing things over, she was just trying to make it look less w-”

“So she’s lying too, is that it?!”

“You literally are lying!”

“No Jess, you’re literally lying, and when people keep lying, they get treated like liars!!”

“I am literally going to kill you!”

“Go ahead, saves me the trouble of wanting to kill myself!”

“Oh wow, that’s sooo edgy, Austin! That’s a really good one-liner to pull out whenever you need sympathy!”

“No thanks,” I hushed my tone, adopting this petty little innocent faux voice. “Whenever I need sympathy, I actually just go to Kelsea – you know, my new friend? She’s way better at giving sympathy than you ever will be!”

“And you’re way-”

Jess stopped as she realized her phone was buzzing in her pocket. KELSEA FABER blazed across her screen. She looked from her phone to me, then quickly opened my door and ran out to go back to the kitchen. I sighed heavily, running to follow her. 

I was only a few seconds behind her, but she was standing at the table with Mom and Will, and had hit ‘reply’ and apparently, ‘speakerphone’ too. She put her finger to her lips and looked at the three of us.

“Hey, sorry, was just catching up on some Stardew,” Kelsea’s voice rang through the phone. “What’s up? You never call me over and over. You okay?”

“Kelsea, did we or did we not catch Austin masturbating in the living room a few weeks ago?” Jess asked.

A palpable silence rang through the living room. “Um,” Kelsea eventually began. “That’s a… question.”

“Just please answer me honestly. It would mean a lot if you confirmed or denied this right now,” Jess replied authoritatively.

I heard Kelsea sigh from the other end of the phone. “Uh, yeah, um, I think I need to not answer one way or the other here, Jess,” Kelsea eventually said. 

“What?!” Jess practically shrieked.

“I have a funny feeling that this is entering some family politics stuff, and I’d like to, like, exercise my right to not be part of that,” Kelsea awkwardly said. 

“No, but- that’s not fair! If you don’t say yes, you’re basically saying no!” Jess replied urgently.

“I don’t reeeeally think it is,” Kelsea replied hesitantly. “Like, maybe Austin thinks that me not replying ‘no’ is basically saying ‘yes,’” she reasoned. My mom did that thing people do where they lower the corners of their mouth in a ‘damn, she’s got a point’ way.

“Kelsea, you don’t get it. If you don’t prove me right, mom is going to think I lied about something I didn’t lie about. Please, please, you are my one way out here.”

“Jess… I don’t like having to choose between my friends,” Kelsea finally admitted. “And I get we’re best friends, and we are, but I – I mean – Austin is a cool guy too and he doesn’t deserve – neither of you deserve – I like you both, but man, you two just gotta stop fighting.”

“Kelsea-”

“And if you keep fighting, you need to leave me out of it. I’ll do a lot for you guys, but I don’t think I want to help either of you get the other in trouble. And seriously, you two need to either talk to each other more or… just agree to do something else. I dunno. I’m gonna go.”

“Kelsea-!”

Beep. With that, Kelsea hung up. 

Slowly, Jess started this long, painful scream, which only got louder as it went on. She wound her arm back as if she was going to throw the phone at the wall or Will or something, then stopped herself in the nick of time. 

Mom looked at both of us. “Look, tell you what,” she eventually said. “I’ll promise to not punish either or you for anything that happened, whatever it is, and we don’t have to talk about this again. Okay?”

Jess couldn’t even bring herself to pretend that the prospect of not getting punished was beyond desirable. She spared me a look. “Fine,” she admitted quietly.

“Fine,” I repeated. 

“Good,” mom sighed, and the four of us barely said any more words to each other before we all just went to our rooms, with the exception of Will, who just left. Jess and I barely even locked eyes at any other point before the two of us retired to our rooms, no doubt still mad at the other.

She wasn’t the one I was the most concerned about at the moment though. Once I was in my room, I quickly reopened my laptop to see two new messages from Keslea. The first was sent within a few minutes of me closing my laptop.

Wow.

The second… I checked my watch. Without a doubt, she sent it after Jess called her.

This sucks. I want to be alone for a few days.

***

It’s weird how much people lie. Not even just to others, but to themselves. I never found much value in lying, but I guess I never really had anything worth lying about in the first place. Plus, I got to see what happened to Jess when she lied a few times when I was really young, and needless to say, it didn’t seem to be worth the risk. I was a goody two-shoes not out of effort, but on… risk assessment, I guess. 

It was definitely not going to help the data to see that my first attempt at a big lie went off without a hitch. It also might have meant Kelsea could see when I was lying, but that was a bridge I didn’t have to cross yet.

Kelsea was clearly used to lying – and I had to wonder if she was used to lying to herself, because she ended up messaging me after school the next day.

alright so lets call that one both our bad and move on

I paused my playlist to concentrate on how I felt. Was I mad…? Hell, even if I was mad, was I mad at Kelsea…? This situation may have been crazy, but above all, Kelsea made it clear she didn’t want to be involved. The dumbest thing I could have done at that moment would be to involve her further. I let my chin rest on my hands, then lifted my head so I could free my hands to type.

Yeah

It was clear by now that Kelsea changed with the weather when it came to whether she wanted to talk things through, and clearly, this situation was a bit of a stormcloud for her. My mouth twitched in thought. I couldn’t stop my hands from typing out a second message.

scape tomorrow?

She instantly replied.

i could do tn if you wanted?

I felt my breath catch in my throat, and I emitted a single chuckle. Even still, my eyes darted to the wall behind my laptop – the shared wall with Jess’ room. I looked back at the screen and typed out,

I could… but waht about Jess?

Kelsea’s first reply came quickly.

waht

Her second took a bit more time. 

Im gonna talk to her first. Maybe spend an hour or two with her. then Ill spend time with you.

Damn, she was really committed to making this work, wasn’t she? I wasn’t an idiot – I knew she’d be spending more time with Jess than with me. Hell, if she didn’t invite herself over through me, she probably would have through Jess instead of me, but that didn’t matter. I needed to not be selfish. Even though none of this shit was my fault, at least Kelsea was trying for me.

But that didn’t mean some clear battlegrounds weren’t forming, and lines weren’t being drawn. Shortly after Kelsea sent her last message, I heard Jess’ phone ring through the wall, then some muffled words said in a clearly upset tone. I couldn’t know if Jess was planning to escalate or not – all I knew was that Kelsea was doing her best to de-escalate. A few minutes later… there was a knock on my door.

The knock felt softer than the one last night, so I didn’t take too much psychic damage from just opening the door instead of telling her to go away. When I opened the door, Jess was frowning and looking deliberately at the floor instead of into my eyes.

It’s not like I did much better, I suppose. I was looking away as soon as the door opened, and only looked at her long enough to know she was doing the same. “What?” I asked.

Jess breathed in, and slowly sighed out an exhale. “Kelsea told me… that you were just asking a few questions, and she was happy to answer them. She also informed me that last night you apologized for how it came across.”

My eyebrows rose. Kelsea was lying to Jess too. 

“So… if you stop going to her for this… I’ll… trust Kelsea to tell me herself if she ever feels weird around you. I’ll… stop presuming,” Jess continued, in a way that clearly implied she did not come up with the idea of this deal on her own.

When Jess actually met my gaze, I realized I didn’t say anything in response and just stood there for way too long. Nervously, I cleared my throat, realizing that the best way out of this was playing along. “I was just… I wanted to know,” I managed. It was weird; lying last night felt so effortless. Today it felt next to impossible.

“Yeah, well, school should be handling that shit,” Jess muttered. “Not my f-…” She sighed. “Our friend.”

“Your best friend, my new friend,” I admitted, leaning against my doorframe. “I understand that. I’m not an idiot.”

“Just like… don’t creep her out. I’m serious,” Jess reaffirmed. “No sex talk with her. Ever. Go to, like… I don’t know, go to mom.”

“I am not ever going to mom about anything like that and you know it,” I told her strongly. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to feel scarred just because you keep doing weird shit when you refuse to talk about it with a qualified adult, so-”

“Is that it? I’m retarded? That’s your expl-”

“-Do not say the r-word, Austin! I’m just s-”

“Then do not just say or, or, or imply that I’m psycho just because you caught me-”

“Just because I caught you doing what, Austin? Because last time I checked, you told mom that never happened and that I made all of it up!”

I got up off the doorframe and shrugged in an exaggerated manner in her face, even though I could feel my own face turning beet-red. “Oops! Guess you said some shit you shouldn’t have, and now you’re feeling the consequences of your own actions!” Adrenaline surged within me. I never stood up to her like this.
She took a step closer to me. “Why can’t…” she breathed. “You just understand… that this is… so… fucking… weird?!” she nearly yelled, seething. “Imagine if I started hanging out with your best friend more often than you, and then he starts… asking me inappropriate questions and making me uncomfortable. Wouldn’t you think that’s weird?”

I sighed. “No, Jess,” I told her with no energy, going back to leaning on the doorframe. “Not if I wasn’t making her uncomfortable, which is kind of your whole point.”

“No, even if she’s comfortable they’re inappro-”

“Why?”

She paused. “Why?” she repeated.

“Yeah.”

“Why is it inappropriate to ask Kelsea those things?!”

“Yeah, that’s the question,” I huffed.

She sputtered. “Because it’s, like – hello? You don’t just ask people that shit! You ask trained professionals, and you can maybe ask people you’re in a long-term relationship with, and that will never be Kelsea-”

A lightning bolt of pain ripped through me. As soon as she finished saying Kelsea’s name, my face moved on its own, contorting as I let out an involuntary noise. Then another. Then… another. I had to hide my face. Fuck. Why the fuck did it have to hit so hard?

That will never be Kelsea.

That will never be Kelsea.

That will never be Kelsea.

Fuck. Why did that have to be the thing to break me? I could barely see anything through the tears but I could see the vague figure of Jess just awkwardly standing there, watching what I’d instantly been reduced to. Well, I guess she could instantly figure out what caused all this kerfuffle.

“Oh. Um, jeez, uh…” she stumbled. 

“It’s whatever, it’s fine,” I tried to say in a calm reserved voice, and failed horribly. It sounded like I was auditioning for an overdramatic widow. “Just close the door and leave me alone,” for a bit. Mm, didn’t say “for a bit” out loud… That definitely looked more dramatic than it sounded.

Jess, without another word, awkwardly closed the door after a few more seconds. I had… zero idea why I was even crying, but did that stop me from pounding my pillow when I got back to my bed? Fuck no. It… hurt. It fucking hurt to be told that shit. Hell, when it came from Kelsea herself I could swallow it, but when Jess told me? It was like it was unacceptable. It was like I lost. It was like… fuck, it was like Jess had full control over my life, and every time I objected, she tightened her grip. Along comes Kelsea, someone actually excited to see me become my own person, and Jess just… punishes me for it.

I stopped punching the pillow and breathed a few times, realizing only then I was punching it repeatedly for a good few seconds now. Slowly, I put the pillow down, then rubbed my eyes. I definitely had those stupid puffy red circles around them – I guess I was lucky Kelsea was hanging out with me second today. 

A minute or two later, I heard her enter the house, and heard a nervous Jess greet her before the two stepped outside. I pulled out my phone and used it as a mirror to check – yup, puffy red circles. It was definitely a good thing that Kelsea was seeing me second. It gave me a chance to do my homework and pretend my face looked like something else for an hour or two.

***

I wonder if Jess told Kelsea any of that. An argument about the ethics of talking openly about “weird” topics suddenly turns into me bawling in front of my sister when confronted with the reality that I’ll never date her. Was that something people talked to their friends about? How would Jess even bring that kind of shit up? Did I even want to know?

And most importantly, why the fuck did I still have to be studying the works of Shakespeare in tenth grade?? Wasn’t bro all about letting language evolve? “Hey everyone, this playwright in the 1500s or whatever kept inventing new words and using them in new stories, and he championed English evolving as a language. To honor his legacy, let’s study him and only him for the next five hundred years.” I dunno, maybe I’m no scholar, but it seems like we lost the plot a bit there. 

Thankfully, I finished everything by the time Keslea knocked on my door. When I opened it, we gave each other polite smiles. 

“What’s going on, bud?” she asked in a more business-casual tone than usual, and set her laptop bag on the ground. When I closed the door, then and only then she quietly added, “So, anything we absolutely have to talk about?”

“Absolutely have to?” I repeated, looking at her. 

She shrugged. “This was… a lot. And no offense or anything, but if I wanted to step into the Petty Olympics, I got three siblings for that. I’m good. I’m…” She held her arms up and danced back a few steps. “Y’know? I can’t be involved in this.”

I paused. “So what did you say to Jess?”

“Hey, remember the part where I said, ‘I can’t be involved in this’?” she asked, her tone losing its humor. “It’s my favorite part. Let’s rewind and just…” She stepped forward a few times, then held her arms up again. “Y’know? I can’t be involved in this,” she repeated in the same tone, stepping back the same way.

I paused and looked at her for a bit. Long enough that she felt the need to pipe up again. “I get that’s hard for you, but let me have this. I’d owe you one.” She was breathing a bit heavier. This weird tension brewed in the room as we just stared at each other – with Kelsea determined to not have to say anything further, and me not knowing what to say in the first place.

Eventually, my mouth twitched and I spoke. “So nothing’s changing?” I asked quietly.

Kelsea chuckled once. “Well, we might have to put a cap on certain topics, to keep up appe-”

“Why?”

Kelsea stopped. With her face still angled fully towards me, she looked at one side of the room, then another, before chuckling once again. “Because if Jess suspects something, laying low is what we have to do. I didn’t think you weren’t privy to this, bud.”

“If you can’t be involved in this, that would mean you’re not taking sides, which means you’re not doing anything in particular for one of us at the other’s request,” I pointed out. 

“Correct,” Kelsea paused, and the pause lingered when I merely raised my eyebrows in response. Kelsea blinked, then leaned back against a wall and blinked again. “Okay, so I get how – I mean – well, Jess has been my friend for longer, so…” She sighed. “I mean, tell ya what. Is there something I’m missing? If there’s a reason we really should keep going with the whole ‘talking about sex’ stuff, I’m all ears.”

I couldn’t stop my breath from going faster. I knew the answer. Something inside me screamed it. It felt weirdly taboo to just say out loud, but… “Because it feels like we’re being bad and that feels really good,” I told her in a voice above a whisper. “It felt… monumental watching it with you. It’s like… it’s like my world has changed. I keep thinking about it. I keep thinking about… what we might do next.”

Kelsea took in everything I said, still leaning against the wall. “And what are ya hoping to do next?” she asked in a quieter voice. 

“I… dunno. But I do know you’re gonna tell me what you want to do next. And like, whatever it is… I’m, uh, down.”

Despite everything, Kelsea gave her signature smile of intrigue in response. “That’s a big ol’ blank cheque you’re writing,” she murmured. “That’s also assuming I’m planning this shit in advance.”

I stared at her. “Whatever it is, I’m down,” I repeated. 

Kelsea’s smile turned warm. “How about if… I wanna play Runescape next?” she asked with a tone suggesting we were sharing an in-joke. 

“Yeah, no, of course,” I practically shouted, walking tensely back to my computer. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I just revealed way too much to her, and called her bluff, and… she had pocket aces or bribed the casino manager or something. The House lost, and I could feel my face reflect a royal flush. “Um, what do you wanna do today?”

“I seem to recall,” Kelsea noted out loud to herself, sitting down on my bed and taking out her laptop, “that a certain someone has been slacking a bit on mining.”

As always, she was the queen of smoothing things over, but it felt a little different when she just basically shot me down. That said, she clearly still wanted to play Runescape with me, and hey, I wouldn’t have traded that for the world. I looked behind myself and smirked, trying as hard as possible to normalize the situation. “Ah, so you choose what I do, huh? I didn’t realize I had a personal master.”

Kelsea made a whip-cracking “wah-CH!” sound in response, and we politely giggled as I began to log on. A beat of silence passed between us, though I heard Kelsea exhale quietly yet lengthily as she opened her laptop. I looked behind me to see her staring at her screen, slightly pouting in thought at whatever she was looking at.

“I think I’m in Falador now anyways,” I noted, turning back around.

“That’s good.” Her voice was far away. Somewhere else.

“I can probably meet you here, unless you’re at another good spot for mining,” I continued, logging in.

“Yuh-huh.”

“Are you in already? Where are you?”

“Hey Austin.”

I frowned, detecting a new tone. I looked behind myself again to see Kelsea looking at me… a new look matched her new tone. “What?” I asked.

“Do you wanna watch a guy eat a pussy with me?”

Her voice was different than I’d ever heard it before. Beforehand it was always tainted with the protection of humor. A backdoor of “am I right?” or even “just kidding!” seemed to be installed in every escalation, joke, and reference she made beforehand – this was new. She wasn’t even smiling – it was like her face wanted to, or was almost smiling, coupled with this frowning look to her eyebrows. She was looking at me like… like she’d won some long-standing game, but also like she had no clue what she was doing. It was… 

Fucking hot. I knew Kelsea was attractive, but the way she gazed into my eyes as if she was daring me to say yes was absolutely intoxicating. “Yes,” I replied with a bit too much of a guttural tone to my voice. “Like, a video, or…”

Keslea’s playfulness shone through, long enough to reply, “Yeah, bud. I’m not asking you to watch a guy and me share a pussy. Though, hey, bisexual. Would.” She shifted over and patted the spot on the bed next to her. “But also, like, can you imagine? Me and a guy both sharing the same – like… I don’t think I could ever do a threesome, but if I could, that might be the first thing I do.”

It was like I drank three Red Bulls in a fucking row. I had to actively control my nod to make it look normal instead of like a crazy person trying to shake something off their face. I got up from my chair, my fists balled up, and did my best to calmly walk over. I had to actively try to make my breathing look normal. Even so, as I sat beside Kelsea… “Your hand is shaking,” she noticed, pulling up the video. “Come on, my guy. This isn’t that crazy, is it?”

I watched as the thumbnail loaded, then the video started. Kelsea was happy to leave the question hanging, and turned her head to watch it. There was no story, no foreplay, no warning, just a video that cold-opened with a thicker woman holding a guy’s head in place as he no-doubt did everything he could with his tongue to please her. She was clearly super into it – she was biting her lip and moaning and grinding her hips against his face. Even still, I couldn’t help looking right at Kelsea instead after only a few seconds. I knew I was still shaking. I couldn’t help it. Everything in my body screamed something in a different language, and my mind was trying its best to translate. It was like looking at Kelsea helped me to figure it out.

Kelsea was looking at the video, her breathing beginning to quicken, then noticed I was looking right at her. As soon as her eyes strayed to mine, they didn’t let go. She stared at me for a few seconds, her breathing still quicker, then, to herself but heard clear as day, murmured one word.

“Wow…”

A smile grew on her face, but a new one. A shit-eating smirk. A smile of victory. “You actually love watching porn next to me,” she whispered in an unmistakable tone of control. “You… pervert.”

My lips parted, and the sound which escaped from my lips never once touched my conscious thought. I didn’t even recognize it. On instinct, I put my hand above my crotch, holding it from the outside but not in a need to touch it… if anything, to brace my body for the electric pulses it was sending out.

Kelsea didn’t get the memo, and just saw my hand go to my crotch. Her eyes remained down there, and I heard her breathe in and out a few times. 

Time slowed down.

My heart beat in my ears. 

Everything in life culminated into this one moment where Kelsea made a choice. A choice to say something bold. Something I didn’t ever expect to hear from her.

“Keep going. Rub it over the pants. Go slow.”

The noises of both of our labored breaths, the moans from the video, and Kelsea’s loud laptop fan were the only sounds you could hear. Neither of us said anything further. I didn’t even have the ability to ask, “what?!” in a bewildered voice. I certainly wanted to, but instead, I just looked right at Kelsea and started to rub the palm of my hand over my crotch, playing with the tent. Kelsea was looking at it. She was looking right at it. 

“Wow…” she muttered, never taking her eyes off of it. “It’s so much different when you see it in person, huh?”

I experimentally squeezed my rock-hard bulge. “I wouldn’t know,” I admitted in a shaky whisper.

“Ooh, how unfair to you,” Kelsea chuckled to herself, still looking at my bulge. A battle over a decision raged on her face for a few full seconds, culminating in a subtle nod and a quick bite of her lip. “Well, we… can’t have that, can we?” Slowly… painfully slowly, Kelsea’s hand began to move up her leg, then over her waistband… then it dipped inside.

Her hand’s movement inside slowed down as her face reflected her tight jeans made this an awkward angle. “Oh c’mon… now of all times… I… ugh…” She started breathing quicker out of frustration and her eyes eventually fluttered closed. “Fuck it,” she grunted in a clearly not-a-whisper voice, though in the absence of a whisper, something else polluted her tone: need. She undid the button on her jeans and grabbed her waist with both hands, scooting on the bed and bringing her jeans down to her knees, exposing her underwear to me. As soon as she could, she spread her legs as much as the jeans bunched around her knees allowed, and she slipped a finger inside her underwear and started rubbing. “Are you… getting a good look, pervert?” Kelsea asked, experimenting with the voice a little.

Fuck… I swear I could smell the arousal that filled the room. Kelsea smelled fresh, needy, and ready. All I could do was moan. 

“Wow, look at you,” Kelsea continued. “You’re fucking rubbing your… your cock over your jeans, all because I told you to.” She held her hand in place for a second and bit her lip, her eyes going lidded and nearly crossed. “Good boy,” she murmured.

Pure pleasure. It was like a bolt of pure pleasure. I felt a groan spill out of me and pushed my hips forward. My balls tightened, my cock pulsated even through my pants, and I shot a thick load that, by the looks of my sweats, permeated through both my underwear and sweatpants, forming a slight but noticeable pearl right at the tent. I looked right at Kelsea as I fucking came through my pants for her, and every crackling feeling I was experiencing, her face told me that I wasn’t the only one.

“Oh, fuuuck…” Kelsea murmured, noticing. Her hand only got faster at rubbing her clit even as she laughed. “You came quickly, didn’t ya bud?”

“I… had… a lot of… inspiration…” I admitted, trying and failing to catch my breath. My vision was almost blurry. My heart was beating out a Darude song. “You’re not the only one who loves it when they’re around a big perv.”

Kelsea had switched to curling two fingers inside herself. She took in my words silently, her eyes getting showing more and more lust accumulating in her soul, before something clearly snapped inside her. Her eyes lidded further and her tongue slightly flopped out of her mouth as she gave a single, shameless, slutty moan. 

A… loud one. With alarm, I looked at the wall between my room and Jess’, sobering up instantly. “Be… careful,” I managed to whisper.

Kelsea didn’t even stop fingering herself. “Shut up,” she gently ordered. “She’s out having a walk. I told her to, so that we could talk things out if we needed. So… talk it out.” Her eyes lazily focused on mine.

“T-talk it out…?” I managed, feeling my cock throb despite having cum so recently. 

She looked at the reforming tent in my pants and bit her lip, nodding. “Try it out, bud. Judgment-free zone here. Tell me something.”

“Uh…” I began, more out of nervousness than not knowing what to say. 

“Don’t overthink it, bud,” she moaned, rubbing her clit. “Fucking talk.”

“Kelsea, you are so… f-fucking hot.” Even with permission, it felt so weird to be saying this out loud. Judging by the way she groaned in response though, she was enjoying herself. “I h-hope you’re enjoying yoursel- y’know…”

“I like knowing I made you cum,” she moaned, still playing with herself. Fuck, it wasn’t even just over the pants like with me. Her fucking underwear was on display. Every so often, her motions would show a little glimpse of what was hidden beneath them. “It’s so crazy that we’re doing this. You should keep rubbing.”

I chuckled. “Kelsea, there’s cum in th-”

“Mhmmm,” she cut me off effortlessly. “C’mon, Austin. Isn’t this fun?”

My breath caught in my throat. “It’s… it’s the most exciting fucking thing of my life,” I croaked.

Kelsea looked me right in the eyes, still fingering herself. “That’s a good boy,” she told me in this purposeful voice. A choked breath escaped its way out of me, like I was crying or hyperventilating or something. Like I was under a spell, my hand flew back to my pants. I didn’t care if it felt strange. I didn’t care if it was wet and sticky in there. Kelsea told me to rub myself, and it was the best feeling in the world. I wanted to please her.

“Mm, that’s what I’m talking about,” she told me, her voice morphing into this seductive drawl. “I bet you love touching yourself for your crush, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, Kelsea,” I said in a voice above a whisper. 

“Good,” she replied silkily with a slight nod, her eyes fixated on my bulge. “We really shouldn’t be doing this, you know.”

I just watched her, moving my hand back and forth, making my still-apparent tent as noticeable as possible to her.

“You’re right, you know,” she admitted quietly. “Knowing we shouldn’t be doing this makes it even hotter.” She exhaled sharply. “Fuck, I never thought I’d ever do this.”

“How does it f-feel?” I asked her quietly.

“Right now I don’t fucking care.” I could see her fingers go from two to three inside herself, even beneath the underwear. Her golden hairs were already poking out from her sides, but the rare glimpses of what was hidden beneath became more and more common. “Mmmh, that’s right. Look at me, you fucking perv,” she throatily added. “I bet you’d just love to whip it out and jack off right now, wouldn’t you?”

I grunted, feeling my cock surge with a jolt of sensitive pleasure. My hand gripped the side of the bed. “Fuck…”

Kelsea bit her lip. “Fuck, you’re close to cumming again, weren’t you?” Yeah, I was. It was that easy. I was pathe- “That’s so hot. Fuck, has it always been that easy for me to turn you on?”

My eyes winced. “Y-yeah…”

“Nice. Good to know,” she moaned, slowly closing her eyes. “Hey Austin…”

“Yeah?” I asked, my eyes opening but going up to her face.

“I don’t care what I say after I get post-nut clarity. This is so fucking hot, and I’m having a lotttt of fun,” she groaned, opening her eyes and giving me another Kelsea smile, even in the throes of her little act of pseudo-exhibitionism.

My eyes flickered down to the concealed show she was putting on down there. “You’re c-close, aren’t you?”

“Mhmmm,” she nearly whined, biting her lip again. Holy fuck, Kelsea fingering herself and biting her lip on my bed was a sight I wasn’t going to be able to forget anytime soon. What’s more, her eyes kept wandering down to the tent in my pants. My fucking pants. As she was fingering herself. This was almost better than her wanting to go on a date with me. Kelsea wasn’t just someone wanting to blow off a little steam and was chill with watching porn. She was…

“You’re a secret pervert,” I accused her playfully, feeling a new voice emerging from within me. “You’re so much sluttier than anyone knows.”

“Fuck,” Kelsea whined. I got her at just the right time. Her back arched in sheer pleasure. Even so, she tried to recover smoothly. “Mayyyybe…”

“I bet you’re even sluttier than you’ve been making me know,” I continued.”And I fucking love seeing how slutty you are.”

“God… god fucking damn,” she grunted gutturally. “Fuck yes, Austin, I’m such a fucking sluuut~” Her eyes refocused in a manic determination, locking onto mine as she kept up her efforts to please herself. “And you’re my little pet, aren’t you? You love doing whatever I ask. You want to please me, don’t you?”

Even if putting a name to it was new ground, my instincts took over. I started rubbing my crotch again, putting on a show for her. “I’m your pet, Kelsea,” I told her with quiet determination. 

“Fuck yes,” Kelsea groaned in an absolutely entranced state. 

I could hear – and smell – how wet she was. The sound of her pumping her fingers in and out of herself were getting louder – and wetter. There was a good chance she was leaking her juices onto my bed. There was this little perverted voice in my head telling me “and that’s a good thing,” but I suppressed it for a fleeting second… before realizing that not suppressing it was what brought us together in this way. “You smell so fucking g-good,” I admitted. “You’re leaking onto my bed.” I saw her eyes slightly widen and quickly added, “a-and I love it.”

Kelsea snickered, never slowing down. “Fuck, is that right?” she moaned. “You should totally bury your face in it when I’m done.”

My pulse beat in my ears and I felt myself go lightheaded as I instinctually replied, “I could skip all that and bury my face in your pussy right fucking now.”

“Mmmh~” Kelsea moaned, her voice an expression of pure lust. “And leave nothing to look forward to for next time? Keep watching, Austin, k-keep fucking watching… do you w-wanna watch me cum?”

It was like I was going to throw up my heart. “Yes.”

“Say please.”

I swallowed, my hand still groping myself over my jeans. I wanted to stay hard for her. Anything she wanted, I wanted to give her. “Please, Kelsea. Let me see you cum. I want to watch you orgasm so badly.”

“Right answer,” she grunted, spreading her legs farther. “Mmh, you’re such a good little pet for me~ Maybe next time, if you’re good, you could eat me…”

My breathing was difficult. Knowing full well she was watching, I raised my hand up to my waistband and let it disappear inside. “I’d like that, Kelsea. A lot.” I didn’t care if it was wet and sticky in there – I started jacking off in my pants, as much as the awkward angle could allow me. 

Kelsea’s back leaned against the wall and she bit her lip hard, her eyes rolling back into her head. She came admirably silently, especially considering how vocal she was being – no doubt a habit she learned from having so many siblings – but the telltale shudder she gave as her climax ripped through her left nothing up to interpretation. I was watching her chest – by now it had to be okay with me openly staring at her chest like this – and after a few times expanding and contracting, she let out one final contented sigh before laying back against the wall, her eyes opening and closing slowly.

“Holy… wow,” she managed, her eyes slowly trailing back to mine. She gave a long, slow sigh, then snickered and looked right at me. “And no, still not planning any of this.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I laughed back, taking my hand out of my pants and trying to wipe my hand off on my leg as subtly as possible. I was still hard, but hey, I got to cum once, so fair was fair. “How’s, uh, that post-nut clarity going?”

“Hasn’t hit, still in euphoria land, thanks for asking,” she replied dreamily. “Wow, being in control is… fun.”

I bit my lip. “Uh, hey, feel free to try it out as often as you want on me,” I offered, trying not to sound too eager.

She snickered again. “We’ll see, bud,” she admitted, sitting up, taking her hand out of her underwear. “I think…” She blinked a few times and started shifting, pulling her pants up. “Yup, now it’s hitting.”

“What’s hitting?” I said with slight worry.

She gave a light laugh. “Post-nut clarity.”

Shit. Okay, hit her with the green flags. “Well hey, this is only if you want. I also know this doesn’t mean anything more than you want it to. I’m not assuming we’re dating now or anythi-”

“My guy,” she cut me off effortlessly, still panting. “You were fine. Sometimes, things feel weird even when you do everything right. I totally get the feeling that if you did or said the right thing then it could have turned out better or you could have kept doing the fun thing, but riddle me this: What if you did everything right but I still want time to figure out if I… should have done this? Just for my own sake?”

I didn’t like the word ‘should’ in there, but I begrudged her the overall point. “I would… let you have that time to think it over,” I eventually admitted.

“Right? Thanks, I appreciate it,” she told me warmly.

“I’m half-surprised you didn’t say ‘good boy,’” I joked.

“I’m not a freak all of the time,” she laughed, doing up her pants fully, then looked at the screen. We both chuckled softly at the long-finished porn video on the screen. 

As she closed it, I cleared my throat and said, “By the way, um, no matter whether we do this again or not or whatever… thanks for, uh, doing this. I had a lot of fun.”

Her eyes shamelessly went down to my still-hard cock. “Yeah, ya don’t say,” she laughed.

I laughed back. “I wish I had even half of your confidence sometimes,” I admitted. “And yes, you got me, I’m still hard.”

Her eyes remained on it. “It’s all an act, y’know,” she admitted softly. “I have no idea what I’m doing, ever.” She motioned for me to get off the bed and I complied, ignoring my slight leg cramp from getting up after teasing myself for so long.

“Well, you pull off the act well,” I had to laugh as I stood up, despite wincing from the slight cramp.

She followed suit, getting up off the bed then leaning against the nearby wall and folding her arms. “Do you see me any differently?”

I paused, and her eyes went back to my dick, then back to my face. “Um…” Stellar opener. “Like, I always had a… y’know, I always thought you were hot, so…” I sighed. “Look, I get that the polite answer or whatever is ‘no,’ but how the fuck could I not see you differently after this? Take any loser weirdo and make his crush flick the bean in front of him and see how much he hasn’t changed. I get it: I’m gonna be – or, like, have weird feelings. So if you need to ignore me for a few days to test me or something, I’ll be good. I wanna do this again, but if you choose that we never do this again, I still really want to be your friend and play Runescape with you and stuff, and I just hope I haven’t fucked that all up.”

Kelsea’s expression, to my slight surprise, turned… sad. “Austin, is anything ever going to happen that you’re not going to blame yourself for?” she asked softly. Her expression turned back to normal as she added, “I’m not going to test you. This isn’t a test. I dunno how many times I need to say it, but I’m not lying when I tell ya that I’m making all this up as we go along. But hey, I like how honest you are. I agree; of course things have changed. It would be stupid of us to pretend they haven’t, right?”

I nodded.

She held up a finger. “No telling Jess though. Like, oh my god, no telling Jess.”

I stuck my hands in my pockets and moved my mouth around in pre-emptive annoyance. “And if she just blames me for this stuff anyway…?” Kelsea said nothing, so I added, “Look Kels, I get that you want to avoid the drama, but please keep in mind that Jess overheard us, then used that to try to get an edge on me, then told my mother about the whole living room thing.”

“Yeah, but…” Kelsea sighed. “Austin, I had nothing to do with her decision.”

“And neither did I,” I argued. “I want you to know that as long as we’re not telling Jess anything, anything she does happen to hear, or learn, or even suspect… She’s not going to approach it in good faith or what-have-you. She’s not going to shrug it off; she’s going to look into it. And more than anything, she won’t be trying to punish you. She’ll be trying to punish me.” I paused for effect. “And she’s going to use anything she can. Up to and including cornering her own friend into trying to sell out that person’s other friend.”

“That was nasty, and I basically told her as much, by the way,” Kelsea conceded. “But I can’t just take one side over another.”

“When one side is much more on the offensive than the other, if you want both sides to be neutral, sometimes being neutral yourself isn’t the best strategy.”

She smirked at me and looked down at the floor, still with her arms folded. “You get a lot more articulate when you’re passionate, bud,” she mused. 

“Doesn’t everybody?” I asked rhetorically.

She answered regardless. “No, but that’s why – well, one of like five reasons why I trusted you and no one else.”

“Wait, wh-”

“And no, you don’t get to know what the other reasons are. Maybe someday.” She smirked confidently at me, then remembered the topic and sighed. “So, that all makes sense, but also, I am not doing what I’m doing to play peacekeeper. I’m doing this because I… hate this. I don’t like being in the middle of the shit, you know?”

“So then what’s the solution?” I asked, a little exasperatedly. It sure sounded like Jess was going to continue to act like a Nazi and Kelsea was just going to be Switzerland about it. That was actually a good metaphor, one that could make Kelsea see reason… “Because when one side is going to act like a Nazi and th-”

“Okay, time out,” Kelsea said with zero humor, uncrossing her arms to make a T with her hands. “I dunno if you’re hearing yourself. One side is acting like a ‘Nazi’ and that’s the only side more on the offensive, huh? Bud, is the side calling the other a ‘Nazi’ a perfect angel here?”

I paused. “Well, I mean… yeah? She’s trying to punish me and I’m-”

“Lying to save your ass, which endangers her back?” Kelsea finished my sentence, with a little unexpected anger to her voice. “Calling her a soldier that had a bad habit of killing, like, minorities? Pretending what she’s doing is a reasonable comparison to, y’know, genocide? Trying to convince her best friend to turn on her when things get ugly? I get it, she struck first and you were upset, but news flash, my dude: both of you are on the offensive, and neither of you sees how the other is being offensive. So y’know what, I’m gonna go ahead and pull rank, but I think you’ll like this.” She got up off the wall. “No more demanding I intervene on your behalf, and no more Nazi jokes. In return…” She looked down at the floor and smiled again, almost shyly this time. “I don’t see why we can’t have a liiiiittle more fun. Once or twice. Casually, and only when we’re both in the mood. Do we got a deal, muchacho?”

“Holy fuck, Kelsea,” I couldn’t help but laugh at the sudden offer. “That was an emotional roller coaster you just took me on.”

“Yeah, well,” she snickered. “Turning bad shit into good shit. It’s what I do. Or… try to do. Anyway, unless shit hits the absolute fan, I’ll just tell Jess that you… uh… Okay, what’s the play here?”

“We be honest and tell Jess that her best friend is trying out domming with her little brother?” I asked boldly, and we both laughed. 

“Absolutely not,” Kelsea laughed.

“Yeah, no,” I laughed back.

“I guess this is just what happens in new territory,” Kelsea mused further. “This-” She gestured between us. “-is new territory. But so is, uh, doing this with my best friend’s friggin’ brother, and having to keep it a secret. Like, correct me if I’m wrong, but it’s not like she even knows you have a crush on me.”

Hmm. Jess didn’t tell her what she saw. Or she somehow didn’t pick up on how I… burst into tears when she casually said we’d never date… no, Jess definitely knew and just didn’t tell her. For my part, I just shrugged.

“I’m thinking that’s a ‘cross that bridge when we get there’ situation,” Kelsea continued, then added quickly, “And obviously, we try to be as subtle as we can until then, when she is home. Maybe we only do this stuff when she’s out or something.”

I nodded, and noticed her eyes kept going back down. “My eyes are up here, you know,” I joked, and when she laughed but didn’t reply – and kept looking anyway – I playfully thrust my hips out. “You, uh, wanted to make a deal where we do this again that bad, huh? You… want to continue doing this, don’t you?”

“Post-nut clarity has come and gone, and…” Kelsea trailed off, a coquettish lilt painting her tone. “I… think I might like being in control even more than I thought.”

The smile she gave me was shy, and hesitant, but could light up the room regardless. I couldn’t stop my heart from skipping a beat. Just like how she stared at my crotch, I spared a glance at the dark imprint of Kelsea’s juices on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about the little stain you made on my bed, you know,” I told her, in a tone that told her I wasn’t exactly worried about breaking out the Tide. 

The way Kelsea’s smile turned mischievous made me feel dumb for ever thinking that a clear-as-day horndog like her would ever need a day – or evidently even an hour – to think over our situation. “Oh yeah?” she asked, biting her lip. “How so?”

“Remember what I said about burying my face in it?”

“I do,” she replied with a big ol’ smile, though one that was quite distinct from her usual smiles. “I mean, while it’s still there… It would be a shame for it to go to waste, huh…?”

I gave Kelsea a bashful smile and looked back and forth between her and the stain. Eventually, she pushed me. “Go ahead, Austin. Stick your face in it. You know you want to.”

It was the push I needed. I swallowed. Somehow, I just knew that this was crossing some kind of line I couldn’t uncross – a line where I was… submitting. I was taking an order from Kelsea. And knowing that made me hard as a fucking rock.

It almost felt goofy walking over to the bed and just… bending down, but before my nose even hit the sheets, I could smell it. Kelsea’s essence smelled so… fucking… good. It was almost dizzying. Kelsea smelled like desire and excitement and dirty little secrets. Not caring that I was just awkwardly bent over my bed, I loudly inhaled while I heard Kelsea murmur, “Fuck, Austin, that’s so hot,” behind me. 

I started to raise my head and she quickly followed up with “No, face down.” I smirked, bringing my head back down, inhaling again. Fuck, it was the first sexual thing I actually did with someone else, and it was… bending over and smelling her juices. It was so fucked up and perverted. No penetration, no touching her body, no kissing. I was just inhaling her scent from my sheets. It was so removed, yet so unique, yet so… taboo. 

“You’re such a good boy,” Kelsea giggled huskily, walking up behind me. “Can I… try something? You can tell me to stop if it feels weird, but I…”

She was right behind me. I couldn’t help but feel unsure, but remembering her previous order, I didn’t lift my face any further away from her stain than I needed to. “Uh… what is it?”

“I kinda… no judging?”

“No judging, look what I’m fucking doing here,” I laughed.

She snickered back, then cleared her throat. “I kinda… really want to grind against this ass. I dunno, just seeing your ass like this when you’re bent over is… it’s doing it for me, Austin.”

Wow. Maybe it was the smell invading my nostrils, maybe it was how brazen and perverted she was being, and maybe it was the fact all this was coming from my years-long crush, but suddenly, it felt like I wanted nothing more. I wasn’t gay at all, and never once before this moment ever considered doing anything sexual with my own butt, but… “Do it, Kelsea. I… I w-want you to.”

“Fuck,” Kelsea marveled. Her touch was delicate at first; almost experimental. Her fingertips danced along my hips, then gripped them softly. Her hands formed a solid grasp; she was grabbing my ass from both sides. Obviously, Kelsea didn’t have a dick to grind against me – she kind of just proved she didn’t have one – and maybe that just made it hotter. Experimentally, I gave a little moan. I heard Kelsea breathlessly laugh from behind me. “You like my hands on your ass, pet?”

“Please grind on me, Kelsea,” I moaned in a new voice; a submissive, slightly higher voice. With a grunt of lust, Kelsea brought her hips forward, and… I swear I could feel the heat off of her pussy as it met my taint.

“This is so fucking insane,” Kelsea murmured as we both felt our hips meet. “I’ve literally never done anything like this.” She held my hips from the inside and began to grind herself against me. “Mmh, fuck… Wow…”

I breathed deeply, inhaling Kelsea’s scent and feeling her hips grind against me from the back. “You smell so fucking good, Kelsea,” I moaned. She practically gurgled a laugh in response, and began to pick up the pace. The thrusts weren’t light or flippant, they were purposeful and close. Intimate. Kelsea was thrusting against me. The girl of my literal dreams was thrusting against my ass. She liked my ass. She found it hot. I couldn’t help but arch my back and press it back against her, loving the feeling of her body against mine.

She leaned forward. “Fuck. Fuuuck… Lick it.” she reached for the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair, forcing my face downwards into the sheets. I complied immediately, extending my tongue out to lick her juices off of my sheets, making high-pitched, submissive, downright embarrassing noises as I did. She tasted every bit as tangy, every bit as taboo, and every bit as fucking good as she smelled. I felt like I was going to cum hands-free, arguably for the second time today, if I wasn’t careful. If I could see, I’m sure my vision would be blurring or darkening or something. I was surrendering to my feelings, letting my incomprehensible sounds articulate every thought in my empty head. 

Kelsea’s thrusts got deeper and hungrier. “You’re such a good pet,” she moaned in this dominating voice. “You’re my good pet. You’re my little fucking bitch. Holy fuck, Austin, this ass is so hot… Tell me you like this. Fuck, thank me for it.”

“Nnnh…” I moaned, my tongue pathetically lapping at my sheet, ensuring I got every last drop of her juices out of it. She grabbed my head again and pulled it up from the sheets, never stopping her thrusting. “Thank you, miss…” I moaned, my jaw slack, my eyes closed. 

“Unf, that’s fucking right,” Kelsea told me authoritatively, pulling her hips back and releasing my hips with her left hand. A second later, I felt the same hand smack against my ass cheek, hard. On instinct, I gave her a moan and pushed my butt out farther to meet her palm. Her hand remained, shamelessly groping my butt cheek; exploring me, asserting her dominance, and making me feel good all in one motion. “Holy fuck,” she murmured, then stepped back. I felt her hips fully depart from mine.

Immediately, my head shot up in alarm, and I looked back. “You okay?”

Her face was flushed. She sported her usual smirk – though this one was more of a “knowing look” then any of her usual trademark smirks. “Austin – like – my guy, either I need to splash some cold water on my face or I am going to claim that ass until one of us fucking cums.”

I straightened up, cracking my back slightly after being bent over for so long. “Choices, choices,” I joked.

She buried her head in her hands and I heard a snicker bleed through her hands. “God, today has been nuts,” she laughed into her hands, then let her face emerge. “To think, I wasn’t even sure if I should be watching porn with you again.” She saw my expression and quickly added, “Oi! None of that. No sad faces. I, uh… I liked it, but it was… I mean, it was freakin’ unexpected. I found out some… new things about me today.”

“Things you like?” I asked gingerly.

“Things I wanna do again, like, ASAP,” she laughed. “I, um… have, like, never been so turned on in my life.” She glanced towards the door, then her smartwatch. “But every minute we spend here-”

“Oh, definit-”

“-we’re closer to getting caught, so we should sadly wrap this up.” She wrung her hands out. “Goddd – I’m not kidding about the cold water thing. Gimme a sec.” With a quick laugh, she opened my door and departed, no doubt making a beeline for the bathroom.

I let out an exhale I felt I’d been holding in since she first set foot in my room. Holy fuck, what a fucking roller coaster this visit was. And she said she wanted to do this again.

She said she wanted to do it again “like, ASAP.”

They were going to have to invent a Cloud Ten for how I was feeling. I could barely believe it. My fucking crush. The girl I silently lusted over for years. Wanted me. She went from idle curiosity and taboo questions to full-on playing with my ass… and I fucking liked it. CNN is projecting: Kelsea wasn’t the only one that learned a lot of new things about her sexuality today. 

After a few minutes, she came back, keeping the door open behind her. She smiled at me and whispered, “Jess isn’t back yet but I’m keeping the door open to be responsible and all that jazz.”

“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly, staring openly at her.

Kelsea’s smirk, as always, remained on her face. “Your jaw’s on the floor, bud. Pick it up.”

I couldn’t help my sarcastic reply. “Yes mistress,” I teased.

Kelsea didn’t laugh back – she only grunted and leaned against the wall, staring at the ceiling. “Ugh, this isn’t fair,” she murmured. “I’m a fucking slave to my hormones-”

“And I’m a slave to you,” I retorted. I was still teasing, but not to get a laugh. It was becoming clear to me that if Kelsea was this secret huge pervert, it didn’t take much to get her going.

Kelsea pointed a finger at me, still looking at the ceiling and smiling. “Behave,” she commanded with a light tone, then paused. “You know that I’m going to go home and, like, goon myself sore to this, right? Like, immediately.”

“You won’t be the only one,” I told her earnestly.

“And this is me after cold water. Jesus,” Kelsea sighed. “Okay.” She went to her laptop and packed it up, looking at me afterwards. “Uh, what’s the protocol here? Would a hug be weird?”

“Only if it’s weird for you,” I told her. “I’m good for it. And I know nothing romanti-”

“I know you know, dummy,” Kelsea told me warmly, going in for a hug in the same friendly platonic way she always did. I accepted, my arms going above hers as always (with our slight but noticeable height difference, it was kind of inevitable). Once her arms were looped around me, they went south and she grabbed my ass cheeks, gripping them tightly to pull me closer to her. Her hips gleefully met mine, closing any space between us. My cock, barely having had time to catch its breath, instantly throbbed to life.

“Let’s do this again soon.” Kelsea’s breath was warm on my ear. I couldn’t help moaning compulsively. Energy practically shot through my body and culminated in another violent throb of my raging hard-on. She gave my butt one more playful squeeze and released, giving me another knowing look. “And we’ll need to work twice as hard at Runescape tomorrow,” she added playfully. “We just lost a whole day of mining.”

“Kelsea yearns for the mines,” I joked.

“Exactly, and we can’t make Kelsea yearn too hard,” she added. “See ya, bud. Message me if you want.” She scooped up her bag and walked out the open doorway, giving me a playful wink before exiting.

Holy fuck. Holy fucking shit. To think today started with me fucking crying over Kelsea never wanting anything to do with me. Call me a sporting loser, but I was pretty sure this consolation prize I just got was a-fucking-okay. Still, it did come with one or two minor downsides… As soon as I was sure Kelsea was gone, I grabbed a clean pair of underwear, stuffed them into my pockets, and headed to the bathroom. 

To spare the details: and then I cleaned up.

Gross. Hot in the moment, but the cleanup was gross. Maybe I was glad Kelsea made me lick up her mess for non-sexual reasons, because it sure as heck was too late in the evening to do a load of laundry, especially bedsheet laundry. At least the cleanup cleared my head just in time for me to do a bit of evening work; the last lil’ bits of my homework, and plus, I’d gotten used to uploading a few of my Blender projects online for people to see, and use if they so wished. Royalty-free. Why not? I wasn’t exactly the business-savvy type, and even someone getting to use my stuff in their projects sounded like all the payment I could ever need. 

Setting up something professional sounded like a pain anyways. There were probably some guys out there my age that would have had dollar signs in their eyes at the idea of selling their work, but… I’d only started recently, and plus, there was so much free shit out there anyways. Even if I wanted people to see my work, charging money for it when there’s free alternatives would have been the surest way to bury it in obscurity. 

Boom. Uploaded. This one was actually kind of cool – playing Runescape recently kind of inspired me. I made a set of humanoid figures inspired by Runescape NPCs, but like, as if each one was a master of their skill. Not like the ones Runescape had which were basically just boring-looking people that happened to wear a Master cape, but… actually cool-looking models. I bet they would have been a pain to rig, but I only just started to get used to UV unwrapping. One step at a time.

Woof. With an inner monologue like that, it was a miracle I had any sexual prospects like I… just got today. Woof. I breathed a silent prayer that this was the most exciting my life would ever get – though it would certainly be difficult to top this – and closed my laptop, getting ready for bed.

The Lord, as he’s kind of famous for doing, giveth and taketh away, and in hindsight, it almost seemed like he heard my prayer and clearly replied with a “lmao, watch this.” I had no idea of knowing it at the time, but seemingly, today would have been marked in my memory as the last normal-feeling day that I would get to experience in a long while, because shortly after, that’s when things got even more crazy.

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