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Down with the Sickness. (Fluttershy)
By OniiChansFablesCreated: 2020-10-21 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-04-17 05:43:35
Expiry: Never
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>You sneeze. Loudly.
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>Christ this cold is killing you.
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>Probably literally, in a minor way, too, now you think about it.
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>You're sweating through your shirt, although leaving the safety of the covers means you'll freeze.
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>So, in essence, fucked either way.
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>You shiver, and pull the sweaty cloth tighter about your person.
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>You blame fucking Dash.
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>"Hey Anon, lemme grab a swig of your soda!" She'd said.
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>"Don't be lame," she'd said.
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> Wily blue bitch only started sneezing and hacking up a lung after she'd covered the damn mouthpiece in saliva.
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> Fucking Dash.
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>You interrupt your own thought process with a bout of coughing, and through it barely hear the door open.
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>Fluttershy creeps in, arms bundled with assorted goods.
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> You see she's somehow keeping a tray on top of the pile, and judging by the steam rising off the top you can only hope she doesn't spill it.
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>On her, or you.
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>"A-Anon," she squeaks.
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"Over here, Shy. Where you left me." You beckon her over, trying to use your voice as a beacon.
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> She teeters over to your desk, setting the pile down over your work.
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>"I brought soup. A-and blankets, and some damp cloths for your head."
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>Oh that sounds nice-- wait
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"You did put the damp and dry things seperate, right, 'Shy?"
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> You hear a panicked gasp, as your sister tries to seperate the dry from the damp..
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>.. without taking the food tray from the top.
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>You hear a crash and a yelp, and you're upright in bed.
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>The cold's already getting to you.
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>Fluttershy's sat there on the floor, looking panicked as she tries to wipe hot soup from herself.
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>It's not very effective as far as efforts go.
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>You quickly cross the room in the weird swaying steps only a fever can get you.
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>You stare at your little sister for a minute, before grabbing some of the wet cloths from the pile
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>You wipe at her face and shoulders, trying to sooth the angry reddened skin.
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>You wipe away the noodles from the soup.
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>You sniff.
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"Chicken Noodle?" You ask
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>"Mmhmm." She replies sullenly, seeming to shrink into herself.
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"Hey, I appreciate the effort."
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>You frown at the pink sundress she's wearing. It's practically soaked through with soup.
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"You're gonna have to get out of that."
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>She looks shocked, before standing slowly, and beginning to pull the dress over her head.
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>When did she get such long legs?
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>When did she get HIPS?
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>You stare with rapt attention at the impromptu strip show, before remembering yourself.
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"NOT IN HERE." You cry out.
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>She blinks at you, a noodle still stuck to her forehead.
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"I meant l-like.."
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>Oh great, now YOU'RE stuttering.
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"Out in your room. G-go change there."
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>Because otherwise you'll ogle her throughout like some sort of creep.
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>She seems to deflate, and she nods mutely, before quickly picking up the bowl and tray and shuffling out.
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>Good job, Anon. Not only are you a sister-ogling creep, you're also an asshole.
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>You sneeze.
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>God fucking dammit.
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> A short while later, after you've changed the sweaty bedding for the fresh blankets Fluttershy brought up you wrap yourself in a dressing gown and sit at your desk.
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>You eye the mountain of work that's been brought home daily from your teachers by Fluttershy.
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>She's too good for you.
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>TO YOU.
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>You shake your head at the mental slip up, and put it on the fever that's been creeping into your brain over the course of the day.
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>You grab the top most booklet from the pile and flick it open. Sequences and series.
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>Great.
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>You get to work.
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>"Anon, are y-you w-working?"
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>Oh shit, that's her equivelant of yelling.
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>You slowly turn in your chair, creaking slowly as you go.
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>Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.
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"Would you believe me if I said no?"
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>She fixes the Fucking Stare on you.
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>Blue eyes meet your green, and you try.
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>You really do.
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>But she wins out.
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"Ok, ok, I'll cut it out."
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>"Bed. Now." She points, still glaring daggers at you.
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>You shuffle over to your bed, removing your gown.
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>"H-how am I going to keep you from trying to work every time I leave t-the room?" She asks, frowning. Then she smiles.
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>She clambers in next to you.
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>She curls up around you, throwing an arm over your damp chest, and a leg over yours.
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>Brain, this is boner, we're taking control.
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>BELAY THAT ORDER, PRIVATE.
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"Yo-you'll get sick, too!" You try and put as much foreboding in your tone as possible.
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>"Oh, that d-doesn't bother me."
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>Shy's sort of the type that would hug a mangy mutt if it would make it feel better.
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>She hugs you tighter.
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>There's a moment of silence as you internally panick.
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>Never have you wished more for erectile dysfunction.
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>"You're w-warm. Boiling, even." She frowns, pink hair drooping over her eyes briefly. She removes a hand from your chest, running it through her hair.
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>The sweat causes it to stick together, leaving her face, for once, entirely unobstructed.
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>You think very unbrotherly things.
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>No one should look that good without makeup.
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>Especially your older sister.
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>Didn't she mention offers to model for some of Rarity's friends?
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>She's staring at you.
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>"A-Anon?"
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"Yep. Haha, that's me. Just, being here. All cool. Well, warm but I'm cool internally." Oh shit. The stammer's been replaced by rambling.
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>You are so fucked.
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>"Y-you're so strange, sometimes." She rests her head above your heart again.
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>Can she hear how hard it's pounding?
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"Sorry." You croak out.
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>"I d-didn't say it was a bad thing, Anon.." She trails off, lightly tapping you with her nails.
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>She always did like to fidget.
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> She shifts, and her leg brushes against you.
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>More accurately, the dukedom of Little Anon.
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>She freezes.
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>"O-oh." She mutters.
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>You stare dead ahead.
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>This is it.
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>This is how you die.
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>Not that Shy herself will kill you.
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>It's more you'll an hero because holy shit you sick fuck you think of your sister that way
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>"Y-you think I'm pretty?"
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>What.
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"Kind of a- yes, Shy." You frown. She hasn't moved, but her leg isn't touching your member anymore.
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>And surely that's a good thing, right?
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> Still, a part of you is disappointed.
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>Surprise: said part is your dick.
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>"O-okay." She nods against your chest.
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>Then she's moving.
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>No, shit, you can't let her just lea--
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>And she's leaning over you, straddling you.
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>Her knees are pinning your arms down, practically nailing your hands to the bed.
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>Fuck she has bony knees.
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"S-Shy. 'Cha doin'?"
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>"W-would you like to kiss a pretty girl, A-Anon?"
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> Holy shit, this is not working out like you thought.
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>This is not going how you thought at ALL.
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"I mean, who wouldn't, right? Not me. Wait. Wouldn't.. not.. double negative..Look, w-what I'm saying is I like girls. Pretty ones. Yeah."
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> yousayingilikedudes.jpeg
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>She opts to shush you with her lips.
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>This is entirely new to you.
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>Not just the kissing your sister part, but for some reason the only girls you've dated have been.. thin lipped, to say the least.
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>Her lips are full, and soft and entirely pleasant.
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>A shock runs through you, from the base of your spine to your feet and back up again.
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>A soft tingle runs up your nethers as your sister grinds her ass clumsily into your dick, breaking the kiss.
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>You gasp at the sudden contact.
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>"A-am I doing it right?" She bites her lip, looking at you with worry.
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>No, what you're doing is very wrong, and we should stop.
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>No, this goes against God and probably several other deities.
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"Y-yeah, Shy. That was amazing."
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>She nods, and shudders slightly. The effect isn't unpleasant in the slightest to your dick.
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>She's shivvering, and folds over to hug your chest again.
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>"A-am I a bad sister?"
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>Woman, at the minute you're winning Sister of the Year award for the next century.
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> This is assuming somehow the feedback from your dick doesn't reach your head and somehow kill you.
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>You're not a scientist.
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>"Anon?" She's looking at you, rosy-faced and shivering.
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"No, Shy. But if you are, we're bad together." You give her a small smile, which she copies.
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>She chews her lip again, and you stare, transfixed.
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>You really wouldn't mind biting that lip for her.
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>You realise there are a lot of things on Shy you wouldn't mind biting, or tasting in some way or another.
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>You feel a flush that isn't entirely fever blazing hot on your face, and you breathe slowly, trying to think.
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>"B-bad together.." she muses, eyeing your pinned down form. You nod once, not really being able to do much else.
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>You shudder, partly from the cold, and partly due to your arousal.
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>If you weren't so weak right now you could turn the tables.
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>But at the minute, you're kind of working off your sister's good graces.
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>The floor is her's, so to speak.
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"Stupid question; but we're not telling anyone about this, right?" You frown.
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>Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head vehemently, a bang covering one frightened eye.
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>"Oh, h-heaven's n-no. I-if anyo-anyone found out we'd be--"
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"Let's not think about that right now."
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>She nods once, before looking at you with a small smile, and a nervous glance down to your abdomen.
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>"Y-you know, Anon.. m-maybe you could use a shower."
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>You ARE covered in sweat and the room temperature air is enough to somehow chill you to the core.
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>It's like being outside in the winter.
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"Shy, if I tried to shower I'd fall on my ass."
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>"That's why.. why I'd like to h-help."
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>Boner no.
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>Boner YES.
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>Your dick pulses and Shy giggles, adjusting herself from side to side. "I t-think someone e-else likes that idea."
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>Between your sweat pants and her thin shorts there isn't a whole lot between the two of you in terms of layers.
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>And besides, you bathed together when you were kids.
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>Not like that is anything like this situation.
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>Kind of like saying 'We play with paintball guns all the time, we're thinking of a gang driveby for funsies.'
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>You weren't exactly trying to bang eachother as kids, thank God.
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>You're pretty sure your parents would at least have rethought their 'open parenting' plan if that happened when they were a bit more.. attentive.
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"So, how are we doing this shower deal?" You ask, fighting to control your stammer.
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>The last time you saw Shy anything close to naked was years ago.
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>Right now your cock is perfectly held in place by her ass.
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>Shy rolls off of you.
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>Your dick protests mightily.
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>She holds up a finger, and if she's gone to check on Angel right now you may explode.
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>You hear the sound of water on tile from down the hall.
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>You have decided your sister is an angel sent down to both torment you, and be as nice as a being can physically be.
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>"C-come on, Anon, the water should be hot by n-now."
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>Oh shit this is actually happening.
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>You've read enough shitty doujins to know where this is going.
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>You've never even HAD sex before.
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>"A-Anon."
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"Coming," you mutter, standing slowly.
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> She rushes over to support your frail frame, and you two slowly make your way down the hall.
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>Steam already rises from beneath the door frame, and you wonder exactly how hot the water IS at this point.
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>Sometimes your sister makes some poor choices. For example, riding her brother's dick.
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>Hey-o!
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>Oh yeah, the shower.
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>You're suddenly filled with some trepidation, and the two of you stand there, looking lost.
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"So yeah. How are we doing this?"
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>"W-w-well, first of all we take off our clothes." She stammers, biting a nail as she looks between the pair of you.
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>You bite down on the sarcasm rising through you.
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>No shit you both need to take your clothes off.
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>"I t-think I should g-go first. Y-You'll f-freeze waiting f-for me." You notice your arms are wrapped around your chest feebly trying to keep heat in.
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>This is fucking happening.
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>Shy looks at herself as though unsure of where to start. She reaches down, grabbing the hem of her baggy shirt and pulls it up over her head.
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>You watch, as a slim stomach is revealed. Then a slightly protruding ribcage.
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>Then a pink bra. Complete with butterflies.
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>Sort of similar to those you're feeling in your stomach.
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>Cheesy, but true. You're nervous.
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>Then she unbuckles her belt and pulls down the shorts slowly.
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>They seem to struggle to move over her hips, but she tugs and tugs and eventually the shorts come down.
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>She nimbly steps out of them.
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>She's stood there in her patterned bra, and gray panties, looking unsure of which hurdle she wants to overcome first.
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>"S-shall I take off my bra now, o-or?"
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"What--" You clear your throat. Now is not a good time to sound like a pre-pubescent boy about to scope his first look at tits."Whatever you're comfortable with, Shy."
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> You try to smile reassuring, although between the fever, and the blood locking your dick ramrod straight you're having trouble STANDING.
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>Higher brain functions are slowly ceasing.
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>"C-could you help me with my bra? M-my h-hands are sha-shaking." She looks away from you.
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>Her hands are shaking? YOU'RE shaking. You gulp, taking in a breath for resolve and head over.
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>You stagger over, using the nearby counter as a support.
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>"I-it's a d-double c-clasp." She explains.
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>You have fuck all idea of what that means.
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>Fumbling a little, you steady your hands.
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>This is how bomb defusals must happen.
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>With poise.
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>With grace.
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>With dignity- Holy shit this is tricky. Okay, pull once, then..
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>No.
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>Okay, try from THIS angle..
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>"J-just p-pull twice, An-Anon."
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>You pull away from her back, then push the hooks out from the clasps.
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>Shy shrugs her shoulders, letting the bra straps fall down her arms.
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>You blink as she presses herself against you.
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>You can feel the bra falling from her breasts.
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>Her bare chest pushes against yours, and you can feel slight protrusions where her nipples are hardening against you.
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>"Anon." She moans lightly, pulling your mouth towards hers for a kiss.
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>Her hand tangles in your hair, and tightens, keeping you against her mouth.
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>Not like you're going anywhere.
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>She runs a hand down your burning body to your crotch, grabbing at the flesh she finds there.
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>You moan into her mouth.
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>She steps back, breaking the kiss with a light trail of saliva connecting you for the briefest moment.
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>She hooks her thumbs into her panties, pulling them off quickly.
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>You eye the small cluster of hair on her pubis, like light pink frosting.
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>And you have a sudden desire to eat cake. Fantastic.
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>You decide to try something.
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>You kneel down and eye her pussy with the air of a man who knows what he's doing.
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>You gently place a kiss on her pubic hair, before trailing down.
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>Each kiss produces a squeak of pleasure from your sister.
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>"W-what are you d-doing?"
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> Her questions turn to a moan as you reach her lower lips.
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>You kiss the small bud at the top, and she quivers.
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>Her hand grabs at your hair, and you hear her murmur "S-shower, n-now."
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"Shy, I need to get my sweatpants off."
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>Without a fucking moment's hesitation she yanks them down.
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>"D-done." She says proudly, before sliding open the shower door.
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>She grabs you by the dick, and steps in.
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>On one hand, ow.
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>On the other hand, this is surprisingly hot.
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>You're talking about the shower.
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>What else would you be talking about?
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>"O-okay, first let's c-clean you up." Shy says as she grabs some lotion or another from the alcove shelf.
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"W-wait, why me first?"
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>"B-because we're here to c-clean y-you. A-anything e-else that h-happens is just a b-bonus." She gives a smile that practically melts your heart.
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>And warms your dick.
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>We are reaching super critical capacity, Cap'n.
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>She works her fingers into your shoulders, turning you around so you face the wall and she's facing your back.
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>You smell honey in the lotion, and you rest your head on the wall.
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>The cool stone soothes your headache slightly.
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>You let her rub small circles into your back, before she turns you around and starts rubbing at your chest.
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>"O-okay, t-tell me if this h-helps.." She gains a look of intense concentration, before kneeling down.
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"Tell you if what hel-" You finish with a yelp as she takes your dick in her mouth.
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>This is new.
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>It's warm, and wet and you can feel her tongue hesitantly stroking your length.
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>Throughout it all, she keeps her eyes locked on yours, occasionally breaking contact to focus on what she's doing.
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>That is to say, you.
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>She bobs her head, lips sliding over you and creating a jerking sensation.
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>You watch your sister, hair plastered to her scalp, teal eyes locked onto yours as she spit shines your cock.
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>You feel a building pressure at the base of your shaft, and you know what's coming.
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"Shy - " You're interrupted by a groan as she lewdly slurps away. "- I'm close already."
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>She looks at you quizically, muttering something around your meat before nodding and determinately redoubling her efforts.
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>Her head pistons forward and back, and you take a minute to be impressed.
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>You mean, it's not like she's seasoned in this.
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>Your dick begins to spasm, and despite it not being the most brotherly of gestures, you grab her head and begin thrusting.
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>There's a sound of light protest before Shy just seems to go along with it, eyes closed.
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>Pleasure erupts from you, and you moan as you send your load into her mouth.
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>She opens her eyes, making sure you're watching.
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>She seems unsure.
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>She fucking swallows it.
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>You've been told this is a sign of love in many cultures, and from the way Shy's looking uncertain of herself, you're sure this is one of them.
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>Your head droops, before you lift it to look her in the eye. She's flushed.
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"Thank you, Shy."
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>"N-no problem, Anon." She smiles at you, love in her eyes.
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"Let's get you washed u-" You frown as your vision tilts.
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>No, you're tilting.
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>You slam into the wall, and frown, blinking.
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>You feel like there's no strength left in your legs.
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>"Anon?" Shy asks, quickly supporting your form, and cupping your face.
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"I'm.. fine. Sorry, I'm just not feeling great suddenly."
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>You sort of also feel like a stereotype.
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>Haha, typical man, cums then wants to sleep.
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>Except it feels like your body is actively trying to shut down.
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>"I-it's fine. L-let's get you b-back to bed." Shy steps out of the shower, retrieving two fluffy towels for the pair of you.
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>She helps you dry off, and climb into some clean basketball shorts and a shirt before kissing you on the forehead and disappearing.
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>Probably to get changed.
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>You curl up in bed, feeling drained.
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>You've decided your sister is a succubus. It's the only explanation.
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>You lay there, debating on what you've done.
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>You're happy to note that it wasn't just sex. You do genuinely still love your sister. Even if that love has.. other levels to it.
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>The door creaks open, and you crack an eyelid open to watch Shy dart under the covers, wrapped up in fluffy pyjamas.
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>She spoons you again, somehow fate has decided Ye Are Little Spoon.
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>You're okay with this.
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>You're okay with a lot right now.
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"Sorry I didn't get you to finish, Shy. Hell, I didn't get you to start." You frown into your pillow.
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>Shy wraps her arms around you, and breathes in the honey scent of lotion.
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>"I-it's ok, Anon. I h-had fun. Y-You can j-just owe me." She giggles.
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"Owe you?" You ask, raising an eyebrow. Sort of a useless gesture from her vantage point.
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>"F-for next time," she clarifies, poking you in the side.
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>Next time. You smile. There's going to be a next time.
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>You cough up some phlegm, and frown. Damn that hurt.
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"Alright, I owe you for next time... lover." You try to put a purr on the last word, but it's more of a slurring effect with the state you're in.
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>She jabs you in the side lightly and you wince.
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"Ow." You whine.
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>You both lapse into silence.
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>There's nervous tapping on your side.
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>"A-Anon, you s-still l-love me, r-right?" she mutters into your hair.
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"Always have and always will, Shy." She hugs you tighter.
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>And with that, you both fall off to sleep.
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>It's the next day.
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"I told you you'd get sick, too." You mutter at the lump in bed next to you.
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>"I-I know I j-just thought I-I'd -- " your sister is cut off by a loud sneeze, and she shivers, wiggling into the covers.
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"Your soup hot enough?" You ask, frowning.
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>"Y-yes, thank you, Anon." She slurps at her vegetable soup.
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>Fucking vegetarians.
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>Which you did.
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>You, Anon, fucked a vegetarian.
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>Also your sister, but hey.
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>So you're kind of fucked up.
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>And maybe she is a little bit, too.
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FIN
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables
by OniiChansFables