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Trixie's favorite Cousin

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-29 17:19:26
Updated: 2022-05-07 18:55:58
Expiry: Never
incestanontrixieprincess celestiaprincess luna

  1. >”Anonymous!”
  2. >Hmmm, which one?
  3. >”The great and powerful Trixie requires assistance!”
  4. >Katana samurai have more attack and a better charge bonus, yet yari have more defense and armor
  5. >”You see, the dreaded ‘history paper’ is finally upon us!”
  6. >Katanas are for the offensive commander, yari for those wanting that staying power
  7. >Staying power, which, in turn, could add up to more kills as the men survive longer, thus able to kill more...
  8. >”And Trixie, perfect as she may be, tires from her work… woe, woe is she!”
  9. >But if you really wanted to be offensive, you’d want those no-dachi samu—
  10. >”If only Trixie had a magnanimous and loving cousin to help her in face of the impending crisis!”
  11. >You are Anonymous, and you can feel her breasts mash against the back of your head, her arms wrapping around you from the back in a hug
  12. >...Doesn’t this bitch see you’re trying to plot how to best stop the Ikko Ikki stack spam?
  13. “Do you even know what magnanimous means?”
  14. >There’s a moment of silence as you try to assassinate that one monk that’s been fucking your shit up these past several turns
  15. >”...It means you’re great?”
  16. >70% chance… fuck it, sold
  17. “When you say it as an adjective like that, it would mean that I’m someone of great kindness, or that I forgive stupid shit that shouldn’t be forgiven.”
  18. >’Our agent killed in self-defense!’
  19. “Fucking useless piece of shit cocksuc—”
  20. >”So, will you help Trixie?”
  21. >She’s begun to gently rub circles into your scalp, pushing your headphones down to your neck
  22. >Sucking a deep breath, you alt tab out of the game and close it
  23. >Wait, did you save?
  24. >What a shitload of fuck
  25. “Well, depends on what you mean by ‘help’.”
  26. >You slowly look up to meet her eyes
  27. “I’m not going to do the whole thing for you like with that Russian—”
  28. >Her eyes widen as a nearly ear-splitting smile overtakes her face
  29. >”So you’ll help?!”
  30. “I ain’t said shi—”
  31. >”Oh, you’re the best, the absolute magnum opus of the blood line, a true example of chivalry, dearest Anonymous!”
  32. >You raise a brow, slowly shrugging her off and making to stand
  33. “So, what era in history we talking about this time?
  34. >Wearing her usual smile, she plops down on your bed before opening her backpack, soon scouring the thing for… something
  35. >You lazily check the threads while she’s scrambling for whatever a Trixie scrambles for
  36. >’Bump’
  37. >’Bump’
  38. >A good lewd of your waifu, though you don’t have time to properly admire it, what with the little cousin in the room and all
  39. >”Ah, here we are!”
  40. >She unfurls a piece of crumpled paper before clearing her throat
  41. >She gives you an expectant look, to which you gesture for her to continue
  42. >...She pats the seat besides her on the bed in response
  43. >Fuck’s sake
  44. >Rolling your eyes, you make your way over to the proffered seat
  45. >She immediately scoots right up against you, crushing all semblance of personal space
  46. >And then she proceeds to explain the paper due by week’s end
  47. >And by that you mean she reads the paper word for word
  48. >She even reads aloud the periods and commas
  49. >The prideful and euphoric look on her face would make you think that she’s telling you of her finest moment
  50. >It’s now when your mind churns out a familiar thought
  51. >Why me?
  52. >And, with her giddy voice completely shut off from your mind, you take a glance down at the paper, skimming the important stuff in under a minute
  53. >”Questions and concerns are to be furthered to comma, quotation mark, MrCranky—”
  54. “So, it’s just a recap of this book you read?”
  55. >She blinks, a bit surprised you stopped her early
  56. >”Well, when you put it like that… yes, that’s an apt way of putting it.”
  57. “Five pages, MLA, and has to argue a point either for or against how this book was banned in several countries?”
  58. >”Correct, dearest cousin.”
  59. “And you have… three days until it’s done?”
  60. >”Correct again.”
  61. >This little shit
  62. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”
  63. >You raise a brow at her, hand lazily going to rub away your stubble
  64. >”Well, you see, the Great and Powerful Trixie was busy with this previous paper, of which she barely got done with last night—”
  65. “Christ, really, again with the last minute shit?”
  66. >She continues on, ignoring your outburst
  67. >”—and, before that, Trixie was absorbed in trying to learn this new trick with her newest deck!”
  68. “A deck… of cards?”
  69. >Much to your surprise, she gives a nod before reaching back into her backpack, eventually producing a package of tarot cards a moment later
  70. >”Oh, Trixie must show you, provided she finally gets it ri—”
  71. “Please no, I really don’t want to play 52 pick up again…”
  72. >”It’ll be but just a moment!”
  73. “Do you want my help or not?”
  74. >She gives a small pout, lazily throwing the pack over her shoulder
  75. >”Why must you kill the Great and Powerful Trixie’s fun, she wonders…”
  76. >You’ve half a mind to remind her that she’s keeping you from making Japan realize Hojo’s divine right to rule the entirety of Japan
  77. “Just be grateful I’m helping you, smurfette.”
  78. >She raises a finger to this and takes in a deep breath, but you silence her with a finger to the lips
  79. >As per usual, that shuts her up insta—
  80. >T-the fuck…
  81. “Trixie, did you just lick my finger?”
  82. >She gives a proud smile followed by a vigorous nod
  83. >”Your attempts to silence us are an affront to free speech and an insult to Trixie’s power!”
  84. >You stare at her, flabbergasted, confused, and unsure how to react
  85. “Well then, I, uh, yes… back to what I was saying…”
  86. >You cough into your hand, wiping the slobber-covered finger off on your pants
  87. “The, uh, paper sounds pretty easy, lemme’ see your notes to see what we’re cooking with here.”
  88. >She looks at you before blinking, her smile slowly decreasing in size and mirth
  89. >She…
  90. “You did read it, yes?”
  91. >She didn’t…
  92. >She latches onto your arm, giving you her usual set of puppy-dog eyes
  93. >”You said you would help Trixie, and Trixie would be most, most grateful for your assistance, oh generous cousin!”
  94. >Your eyes narrow to the shape akin of a rice farmer’s as you glare down at her
  95. “I hate you.”
  96. >”...So you’ll help?”
  97. >She doesn’t wait for a response, instead bouncing up and wrapping you in a bear hug
  98. >”Anonymous is truly the best cousin and an even greater friend!”
  99. >Your scowl doesn’t give an inch as her head bobs continuously from side to side from some ill-gotten joy
  100. >”But, first, Trixie must procure us with snacks, no, wait, all of the snacks!”
  101. >Abruptly as she had given you the vice-grip hug, she jumps off the bed and makes for the door
  102. >As she opens it, though, something important comes to mind
  103. “I’ll fucking kill you if you touch my animal crackers!”
  104. >Bitch better not touch your animal crackers
  105. >Them’s YOUR animal crackers…
  106. >...
  107. >......
  108. >Well, to say that it’s been pleasant would be an overstatement
  109. >You, still being Anonymous, are just quote mining on Google for the book
  110. >Your fingers tap in a bored manner against the desk, the lack of stimulation reminding you of Breath of the Wild
  111. >”You know, dearest cousin…”
  112. >It’s not that this book wasn’t filled with good, juicy quotes, it’s just that none of these cocksuckers put on which page they got the thing
  113. >”This book is actually a decent read!”
  114. >You glance over your shoulder at her, your lips forming a thin line as you reach for your desk, throwing the first thing that you happen to grab
  115. >Luckily for her, it’s just an empty water bottle that bounces off of her forehead with a harmless ‘Thunk’
  116. “Yeah, now imagine if you read it when you were supposed to, wouldn’t that have been nice?”
  117. >She ponders this for a moment
  118. >”The Great and Powerful Trixie has no regrets!”
  119. “Yeah, well, I bet your parents do.”
  120. >”Hmm?”
  121. >You sigh
  122. >”Nothing, smurfette, just… nothing.”
  123. >Finalizing a few hasty scribbles on the sheet of paper, you stand and make your way to the bed
  124. >Plopping down, you present her the list
  125. “Some pretty good ones I’ve found, some with page numbers, some with just chapters, though you’ll have to do a bit of digging for the later.”
  126. >Sighing, you make yourself comfortable by leaning against the wall
  127. >”You truly are the best cousin—”
  128. “I’m your only cousin.”
  129. >”Exactly!”
  130. >She takes a moment to pull your laptop over, a small, quizzical hum escaping her throat
  131. >”So… how does MLA work again?”
  132. >God damn it
  133. >Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you make to stand
  134. “I need some coffee, this is going to take a while.”
  135. >”Ooh, ooh, grab Trixie another honey bun!”
  136. >She’s already gone through three…
  137. >Not wanting to protest and increase the time between you and caffeine, you grumble something incoherent and slip out the door
  138. >The things you do for love
  139. >...
  140. >......
  141. >Is…
  142. >Is he gone?
  143. >Getting up from the bed, yourself being Trixie, being extremely careful as not to make a single noise, you tiptoe to the door and check both ways
  144. >...Clear!
  145. >More or less flinging yourself up and onto the bed, now sure that you’ve no fear of getting caught immediately, you giggle
  146. >There should be enough time for a small quicky
  147. >Oh, who’re you kidding, there always is
  148. >He takes so damn long when it comes to getting his coffee just right
  149. >Licking your lips and giving a shaky breath, you reach down and gently shiver as your fingertips brush against the labia
  150. >You’re not sure about what it is when you do this…
  151. >If it’s the thrill of possibly getting caught…
  152. >If it’s just how alien it is…
  153. >Or maybe it’s because he’s the only guy that treats you nicely…
  154. >Whatever the cause may be, this is the place
  155. >The only place where you can truly get off anymore
  156. >Biting your lip, you begin to fondle your breast while sending the first finger in
  157. >You have to bite down hard to suppress the moan, your legs jumping slightly at the sensation
  158. >Thoughts begin to come in as you stick the second one in
  159. >Thoughts of him barging in
  160. >What would he say?
  161. >What would he do?
  162. >Would he stare, allowing you to slowly continue, eyes locked all the while?
  163. >Or would he try to make a move, your years of gentle advances finally paying off?
  164. >The thought of him slowly spreading your legs, those eyes never leaving yours all the while…
  165. >You’re getting close
  166. >You imagine him gently prodding your entrance, the tip freshly coated with your saliva
  167. >You fear of drawing blood from biting down so hard, another moan coming out
  168. >Your eyes flutter as you imagine him fondling your breasts as you ride him senseless, only pausing for messy kisses of passio—
  169. >He’s coming!
  170. >No, wait, you’re cuming!
  171. >FUCK!
  172. >Too close to hold it in
  173. >And he’s too close for you to go a moment further
  174. >Slightly panicked, you act on instinct, moving faster than you ever thought possible
  175. >...
  176. >......
  177. >Ugh
  178. >Too much creamer
  179. >You, being Anonymous, always, ALWAYS put too much creamer
  180. >Now it tastes like some fucking soy boy’s almond milk
  181. >Grumbling some inaudible curse, you gently open the door, yawning as you do so
  182. “Got your honey bun, shithea—”
  183. >...Oh
  184. >She’s asleep
  185. >Closing the door behind you, you yawn
  186. >What time’s it anyway?
  187. “Shit, six-fifty?”
  188. >Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Trixie crashed here while working all night with you because of her poor work ethic
  189. >Grumbling again, you set down the honey bun and reach pull out your phone, flicking through your contacts until you reach your aunts number
  190. >Pressing ‘Call’, you take care to silently open the door and step out
  191. >You tiptoe out of sight and make the call
  192. >And, as to be expected, she’s just glad to hear that you’re helping Trixie out with her school work
  193. >There was never any fuss when it came to Sunflower
  194. >She was always a kind woman, always eager to see you two off and give her a little personal time
  195. >Not surprising, considering Trixie’s… unique personality
  196. >The call ends on a good note, and a moment later you’re returning to your room, tiptoeing all the while
  197. >You suppress another yawn as you go to collecting the laptop and scraps of paper adorning the place, along with the several honey bun wrappers Trixie had left about the place
  198. >When you’ve gathered all the supplies necessary to continue work on the thing and all the things that’d attract ants, you head for the door once again
  199. >Just as you reach for the switch, though, you stop
  200. “Night, you cute little retard.”
  201. >...
  202. >......
  203. >This is, well…
  204. >”So, dearest and objectively best cousin, what’s your verdict?”
  205. >Not too bad, honestly
  206. >Your eyes, those of Anonymous, continue to skim along the inked lines
  207. >Sure, the grammar and occasionally misspell are still prevalent, but those are easy one lines
  208. >And, for once, you suspect that she’s been paying attention in English class
  209. “Diarrhea.”
  210. >There's a small 'Thunk!' as a pencil bounces off the back of your head
  211. >You turn to offer her a glare
  212. >Her eyes are off to the side, a pleasant tune being whistled all the while
  213. >You’ve half a mind to one-up her and throw a nearby boot at the little shit
  214. >But, as you glance at the things, you think better of it
  215. >You just shined those fuckers
  216. >...So you settle for the next best thing
  217. >”No, no, no, no, don’t you da—AH!”
  218. >She squeals as the small book goes airborne, the thing hitting its mark a moment later
  219. “The power of Christ compels you, bitch!”
  220. >There comes a fit of giggles, yourself soon following suit as she unfurls from the ball she tucked herself into while seeing you reach for the ad hoc missile
  221. >”You’re an ass, you know that, Anonymous Unknown?”
  222. >Her words are followed by another ‘Thunk!’ to the side of your skull
  223. >You glance down at the ground, a frown now on your face
  224. >That bottle was full
  225. “Now, Trixie, you do that again and I swear to God I will throw your ass in the pool—”
  226. >Thunk!
  227. >Okay, no, that was a fucking 2 liter
  228. "Alright, c'mere you little shit!”
  229. >She’s already on her feet by the time you make to stand, mad fits of her giggles overpowering your threats
  230. >She’s out the door a moment later, yourself in hot pursuit
  231. >She’s bounding the first corner with a head start
  232. >Heading for the stairs, you guess
  233. >You give chase, jeering her all the while
  234. >”The Great and Palpitating Trixie needs an adu—!”
  235. “I AM AN ADULT!”
  236. >Her mad fits of giggles are drowned out by the sounds of your curses
  237. >By the time you reach the bottom, you’ve gained on her
  238. >Almost within arm’s reach
  239. >Just as you reach out, though, you slip on the tile
  240. >Fucking socks!
  241. >You act fast, and are scrambling after her a moment later
  242. >She’s got another sizable lead by now
  243. >She goes for the front door, taking a moment to undo the locks
  244. >She's halfway onto the driveway before you overtake her from behind, scooping her up like she weighs nothing
  245. >”No, no, not like this, no!”
  246. >She kicks and flails, still giggling like a madwoman, but you hold on tight
  247. “Come, have some dignity, you know how this will end.”
  248. >”No, no, Trixie has been a good girl!”
  249. >Smurf in tow, you make way for the front door
  250. >”She eats all her vegetables!”
  251. >The blue shithead is so light that you can hold her in one, enabling you to close the door behind you
  252. >”She does her homework, and only rarely looks in the back of the book!”
  253. >You grip her again with both arms, smiling at an idea that just comes to mind
  254. >Acting on it, you throw her over your shoulder, giving a small laugh at her squeal
  255. >She continues to struggle, fits of giggles still escaping her
  256. >She never did like heights
  257. “This is the path you chose.”
  258. >”Trixie will be a good girl, she swears!”
  259. >You undo the back door, eying the pool with a impish grin
  260. >Her protests growing ever louder and higher pitched, you near the edge of the pool and grab her properly…
  261. >”Phone!”
  262. >Fuck
  263. >In a lapse of judgement, you groan and take a step back
  264. >You set her down, holding open a palm for accept the—
  265. >Aaaand she makes a run for it
  266. >...
  267. >......
  268. >Hmm
  269. “Now, Anonymous, be rational here.”
  270. >This is quite the pickle you’ve gotten yourself into, Trixie
  271. >”Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.”
  272. >But, then again, it’s not like this is the first time he’s dangled you over the pool
  273. “Trixie has been doing well in her classes, two A’s, in fact!”
  274. >Your hopeful smile doesn’t budge in the face of his emotionless stare
  275. >And so you continue on, trying to give him the good ol' puppy eyes
  276. “Trixie loves you very much and would feel utterly betrayed if you were to—”
  277. >All you see is a smile of pure, unmolested malice before a feeling of weightlessness overtakes you
  278. >Then comes the biting cold from all around
  279. >And, by God, is it cold…
  280. >You’re shivering like a dog by the time you surface with a gasp
  281. “Anonymous, you… you mongrel!”
  282. >You can barely hear his guffaws over the sound of splashing water from all around
  283. “It’s freezing, absolutely freezing!”
  284. >And for once in your life, you’re not exaggerating
  285. >Your teeth are chattering as you doggy paddle to the edge of the pool, trying to scramble onto dry land
  286. >Meanwhile, Anonymous doubles over in laughter, holding his stomach as if it were fit to burst
  287. >”I told you, I… I fucking warned you, you little retar—”
  288. “Silence yourself and help Trixie out of the damnable pit of ice water!"
  289. >He takes a moment to wipe a tear away from his face, yourself intentionally failing to raise a few times
  290. >After your sixth try, though, he finally shows some mercy, popping a squat and offering you a hand
  291. >”Alright, c’mon, up and attem, smurette—”
  292. >When you grasp his hand, though, you see recognition and a deep regret flash through his eyes
  293. >He realizes it as you pull with all your might
  294. >He just played himself
  295. >...
  296. >......
  297. “Sunshine, I’m home!”
  298. >Sighing, you, being Celestia, more or less throw your purse and papers on the coffee table while making a beeline for the kitchen
  299. >You know he only hears you once every blue moon, but you could never quite kick the habit of yelling it out
  300. >A small smile creeps its way onto your face as you begin to prepare the pot of coffee
  301. >Guess you were just too fond of those memories where he would come bounding from around the corner before latching onto your leg
  302. “Oh, how time flies…”
  303. >A chuckle escapes your throat as you take a seat by the counter, gently laying your forehead on the cool surface
  304. >A moment passes, one in which you nearly conk out right then and there, but you’re eventually stirred by the sound of the back door opening
  305. >Nearly jumping out of your seat, your hand scrambling for your side, you look and see…
  306. “Dear Lord, sunshine,” you say, visibly relaxing and slumping down into your seat, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!”
  307. >When you get done pinching the bridge of your nose, however, you blink
  308. >Did you see that correctly?
  309. >Looking back up, you confirm your previous suspicion
  310. >He’s soaking wet
  311. >What in—
  312. >”Don’t ask.”
  313. >You raise a brow, a small, if not tired, smile growing on your face
  314. “I’m not going to, but would you like a towel?”
  315. >He gently rubs at the back of his neck, eyes going to the ground
  316. >”Several, please.”
  317. >Nodding, you chuckle and make way for the stairs
  318. “Coming right up, sunshine, do try and be better prepared next time!”
  319. >Finding more energy suddenly flowing through you than any coffee could give, you hum a small tune as you proceed upwards
  320. “Wonder what he’s up to now…”
  321. >...
  322. >......
  323. “I hate you.”
  324. >”Your affection, is dearly noted, oh shivering and hangry cousin.”
  325. >You, being Trixie, take off your shirt, beginning to twirl the thing in your hand
  326. “I’m not hangry, you blue shithead.”
  327. >Luckily for you, her eyes linger on your chest while your hands are at work
  328. >Thwack!
  329. >”Assault!”
  330. >She jumps as if you’d just gave her the backhand of God
  331. >Giving a small laugh at her reaction, though, you wring out the shirt
  332. “Even stevens.”
  333. >”Absolutely not, mongrel!”
  334. >She begins to fake beat on your shoulder, pouting all the while
  335. >”Trixie demand satisfaction, you brute, she did nothing wrong, merely giving as good as she got!”
  336. >You hold up a hand and hold her back from the forehead
  337. >She continues to fruitlessly swing at you, her short limbs far from hitting their mark
  338. >And, not to your surprise, she continues to hurl verbose insults at you while flailing at you with those spaghetti arms
  339. >”Having fun out here?”
  340. >You both blink at each other before slowly turning to meet the magenta eyes of your mother
  341. >There’s a moment of silence, the hamster inside your brain nearly dying from the mad sprint he’s on…
  342. “It was her.”
  343. >”It was him!”
  344. >The words were near simultaneous, though she’s first to react
  345. >”Lies, lies and slander!”
  346. >She takes a dramatic pose, scooting over to mom and falling back into her
  347. >”Aunt Celestia, you must believe me when I say that I was sorely and deeply injured by the fruit of your womb—”
  348. >There’s a single, white finger placed upon her lips
  349. >Yeah, lick her finger too, bitch...
  350. >Silence reigns unopposed for several seconds as your mother smiles with the most joy you’ve seen since her birthday, her eyes flickering between you two
  351. >”How about we discuss who did what after you two get cleaned up and we break some bread?”
  352. >She hands Trixie a towel before tossing the other your way
  353. >”How’s that sound, you two?”
  354. >You nod, already semi-dry by the time Trixie is unfolding hers
  355. >Just as you follow mom back inside, though, you cast a glance at Smurfette
  356. >She blows you a raspberry as you give her the finger
  357. >An exchange between intellectual giants that would make Einstein wonder why he wasted his life, you’re sure
  358. >...
  359. >......
  360. >You’ve done worse
  361. >...You’re pretty sure cumming on your cousin’s pillow and then getting turned on by it isn’t worse, right?
  362. >Doing it in his shampoo should be nothing to the Great and Powerful Trixie!
  363. >After all, he does deserve it after throwing you in the pool, the mongrel
  364. >Fidgeting with the bottle in your hand once more, you take a moment to relax under the shower’s hot stream
  365. >It’s nice, to say the least
  366. >Nice and warm
  367. >Reaching down, you begin to make slow circles around your slit, each rotation bringing your fingertips closer and closer
  368. >Would Anon like shower sex?
  369. >Or would he be the one to light candles and have a bath ready, each moan and smack of skin against skin followed by the gentle slosh of water?
  370. >The first finger is in, more slow circles following husky breaths
  371. >Would he grope your breasts more, or would he go for your shapely ass?
  372. >You’d pressed him which is better on multiple occasions, but he’s always shrugged you off…
  373. >You’re now spreading your womanhood with two fingers, your moans muffled by the streaming water
  374. >Would he prefer you suck his cock first like the good little girl you are, or would he go straight for your virgin slit?
  375. >Would he—
  376. >There are spots of white in your vision as you force your hand into overtime, the tired thing moving faster than you thought possible
  377. >And, with that, comes a powerful orgasm that forces you to take a seat, for fear of your quivering legs giving out
  378. >Gasping for air, you look down to your shaking hand
  379. >Or, more specifically, you look to the bottle
  380. >A smile slowly makes its way onto your face, you give a breathless giggle
  381. “Trixie did demand satisfaction…”
  382. >...
  383. >......
  384. >”Oh, you finally decided to show, dearest cousin?”
  385. >You pop your neck, lazily pulling back a chair from the table before plopping down, plate in hand
  386. >You are Anonymous, and you are finally clean as a whistle
  387. “Well, maybe if you didn’t take a half-hour long shower then I could have gotten in sooner.”
  388. >”Excuses, excuses, tsk tsk!”
  389. “Ain’t an excuse, it’s a fucing fact—”
  390. >”Now now, no need for such language, sunshine.”
  391. >You click your tongue as Trixie gives you a smug look
  392. >”Oh, if you think that’s bad, auntie dear—”
  393. “I dindu nuffin, I’z a good boy.”
  394. >”Explain why we were in the pool, then.”
  395. “You touched my animal crackers.”
  396. >To this, mom gives a slow nod, still chewing her food
  397. >”You know what happens when you touch his animal crackers.”
  398. “You know what happens when you touch my animal crackers.”
  399. >”I did not touch his animal—”
  400. “You don’t touch my animal crackers, Trixie, that’s been the cornerstone of our friendship since the day we met at that family reunion!”
  401. >Mom nods
  402. >”We spent two days looking for him.”
  403. >Trixie looks between you, herself at a complete loss for words
  404. >After a minute’s thinking, she sighs before silently going to work on her dinner
  405. >Biting down on your lip to hold in the smile, you look to mom
  406. >She shares a conspiratory glance with you
  407. >You both wink and go back to your food
  408. >You really did learn from the best
  409. >...
  410. >......
  411. >Hmm
  412. >You are Anonymous, and you're wonder whether to one line or not to one line
  413. >”I assure you, this time the Great and Verbose Trixie put forth maximum effort into her work!”
  414. >You click your tongue, deciding that the sentence was good enough on its own
  415. “That’s not saying much.”
  416. >You receive a small punch to the arm at that
  417. >You barely even register it as you move onto the next line
  418. >This is, what, the second time you’d printed out one her revisions of the paper?
  419. >Naturally, you’d prefer to do this on something easier, Google Docs for example, but you’ve learned through the years that Trixie learns much, much better when she can hold it in her hands
  420. >Resting her head on your shoulder, Trixie begins to hum a small tune
  421. >”Honestly, though, what’re your thoughts?”
  422. >You turn the page, pleasantly surprised to see that it’s the end
  423. >Going back over the whole thing, you can only count four mistakes
  424. “Well… it’s no longer diarrhea, now it’s solidifying into something resembling a quality turd… kind of in a viscous state, you know?”
  425. >Her face scrunches up before she punches you again
  426. >”Trixie tires.”
  427. “Yet you’re always sleeping in class.”
  428. >”Silence!”
  429. >She gives a content sigh, her eyes now closed
  430. >”That was a one-time affair and you know it.”
  431. “Mmmhmm, whatever you say, brainlet.”
  432. >She grumbles something incoherent before snuggling into you arm
  433. >Raising a brow, you slowly turn to look over her
  434. >...You’ll never know why she chose to wear one of your shirts while mom opened her wardrobe to the smurf
  435. >Though it does look absolutely adorable
  436. >The shirt’s absolutely fucking massive on her, to the point where it drags so low that you can’t even tell if she’s wearing anything below
  437. >That thought gets a chuckle out of you
  438. >She probably would, the cute little retard
  439. “You wanna’ crash the night again?”
  440. >A barely perceptible nod is had
  441. >You fish around the bed for your phone, eventually making to stand when you find the thing
  442. >When you move, though, you feel her tug at your arm
  443. >”No… too warm.”
  444. >But you—
  445. >”Just make the call, Anonymous.”
  446. >If only she wasn’t so adorable
  447. “Alright, alright, fine.”
  448. >That small smile you get is easily worth any amount of discomfort
  449. >It’s a smile you’d walk through fire to protect
  450. >Hell, it’s one of the things you have to look forward to
  451. >Kind of wish she visited for more than help on her work, though
  452. >...
  453. >......
  454. >Is…
  455. “Anonymous?”
  456. >Is he asleep?
  457. “You awake, Anonymous?”
  458. >You, being Trixie, gently remove a hand from around his arm, drawing a small, faint circle in his arm
  459. “You better not be faking this…”
  460. >Gently licking your lips, you suck your fingers for a moment before creeping your hand under the shirt and directly onto your exposed clit
  461. >To think you’d been wearing nothing but his shirt ever since that shower…
  462. >Your cunny’s been on fire ever since
  463. >Gently, yet firmly, snuggling close to him again, you fail to suppress a moan as you penetrate yourself
  464. >You lay silent, motionless for what feels like an hour after the fact, fearful of him waking
  465. >Though, after some more mental pep talks to yourself, you continue on with slow, pleasure-filled movements
  466. >He’s so warm
  467. >He’s so strong
  468. >The way he carried you earlier?
  469. >You bite your lip, two fingers now inserted and gently rubbing at all they can get at
  470. >God, what you wouldn’t pay to have him slam you down on the floor and use you like his little cock sleeve
  471. >...That’s still on the table
  472. >All it would take is one quick nudge…
  473. >A few inviting words, a kiss or two…
  474. >A spread of the legs, and there you go…
  475. >Your love finally reciprocated
  476. >You bite your lip
  477. >Seized by temptation, you gently, oh so gently, reach out towards his thigh
  478. >You’ve seen this in movies… should be easy
  479. >With a single finger, you begin to draw faint circles, closely watching his face for any indication
  480. >From high to low, thigh to thigh…
  481. >C’mon, you know you want to…
  482. >And, lo and behold, there it is
  483. >The slowly rising tent of your dreams
  484. >You have to resist the immediate urge to reach out and grab it
  485. >Instead, you continue to draw circles, slowly moving towards it
  486. >It this is a dream…
  487. >You’re no more than an inch away
  488. >Then, please, please, PLEASE don’t wake up
  489. >Gently, ever so gently, your hand hovers towards it…
  490. >God, you can practically feel it
  491. >Barely grazing the top, you—
  492. >It moved!
  493. >Eyes wide, you flinch and look to Anonymous’ face
  494. >Oh
  495. >Oh thank God
  496. >He’s still asleep
  497. >Taking a moment to clam yourself from the near heart attack, your mind comes to the conclusion that he must’ve humped in his sleep
  498. >Your hand is shaking slightly from the stress of the situation, but you reach out again
  499. >He gives a happy groan in response, slightly fidgeting into your hand…
  500. >A lusty moan escapes your throat, yourself having to lap up the drool that drips down onto his shoulder
  501. >Slowly do you begin to stroke it
  502. >A stupid smile crawls onto your face as he begins to hump into it, his groans matching your husky breaths
  503. >You slowly grow firmer with your hand, trying to remember what they did in the movies…
  504. >Thumb
  505. >They rubbed with circles with their thumbs
  506. >Doing exactly that, you’re rewarded with it becoming like iron
  507. >Good God…
  508. >Imagine how it would really feel in your hands?
  509. >Imagine how he tastes?
  510. >Your cunny is on fire
  511. >Sure, it was bad before, but now?
  512. >Now you feel as if someone’s licking at it, keeping you on the verge of climax but denying the sweet release
  513. >You can’t help it…
  514. >No, wait, what if…
  515. >Trixie, you genius!
  516. >You remove your unused hand from around his arm, slowly reaching down and reaching the neglected slit
  517. >You’re moaning before you even enter
  518. >Three rapid movements, a hard squeeze of his member, and you’re feeling the best orgasm of your life
  519. >Several spurts and squirts of the stuff leave you a quivering, panting mess that's soaked in sweat and several varying juices
  520. >You’ve barely enough energy, and will for that matter, to remove your hand from his member, but you somehow manage
  521. >And, resting your head on his shoulder again, you’re only able to mutter three words before slipping into a deep sleep
  522. “I love you.”
  523. >...
  524. >......
  525. >”You never cease to be a Godsend, dearest nephew.”
  526. >Doing up a final zipper of Luna's finally packed hiking bag, you, being Anonymous, give it a thorough once-over
  527. “It’s nothing, really.”
  528. >...Seems everything’s packed away nicely
  529. >Making to stand, you’re met with an abrupt hug
  530. >And a damn strong one at that, your feet soon coming off the carpet as she gives out a small giggle
  531. >The embrace lasts for a good twenty seconds before you’re gently lowered to the carpet
  532. >A lone, delicate kiss is placed on your forehead
  533. >There’s a lingering scent of lilac and gooseberries
  534. >”Well, regardless of what you think, I’m very grateful.”
  535. >She gently grabs your wrist, leading you out of her room
  536. >”Come, come, let’s get dinner started and pour out some drinks.”
  537. >There’s a warm squeeze
  538. >”It’s been far, far too long since we’ve had some personal time to sit and talk, don’t you agree?”
  539. >You let her drag you along
  540. >A low hum leaves your throat
  541. “We have been pretty busy, now that you think about it.”
  542. >Down the stairs and into the kitchen you are lead, the aunt leaving you at the table before heading to the fridge
  543. “Last time we had time to relax was, what, the last family camping trip?”
  544. >She gives out a refined chuckle
  545. >”I’m afraid so.”
  546. >Your eyes widen slightly as she goes to pull out an expensive-looking bottle and two drinking glasses
  547. >You’re forced to give an impressed whistle when she moves to you, as if reading your mind, and places the thing before you
  548. >”Do be a dear and open that thing for me while I get everything in order…”
  549. >Naturally, you’d offer to help cook
  550. >But, then again, you’ve learned that she’s always one to insist on doing the cooking for any guests
  551. >Something about, “The natural order”
  552. >Yeah, you’ve no idea
  553. >And with a shrug, you pull out your swiss army knife before having at it
  554. >You glance at the brand while you’re at it
  555. >...Sounds French
  556. >But that doesn’t matter, what matters is the year
  557. >2003?
  558. >You whistle a high-pitched-one as you undo the thing, careful to pour each glass
  559. >You have no idea if that’s good or bad, but, hey, it’s something
  560. >You take a preparatory whiff of the stuff…
  561. >Feels like someone stuffed a fucking match up there, holy shit
  562. >You can hear her laugh among the clatter of pots and ingredients being laid out
  563. >”Only the best for my little helper.”
  564. >You catch her eye
  565. “I’m taller than you.”
  566. >She rolls her eyes at this, smile still present
  567. >”You’ll always be my little helper, no matter your semantics.”
  568. >You take a hesitant drink…
  569. >Your eyes are screwed shut and you nearly buckle under the pressure to upchuck that shit ASAP
  570. >”Like it?”
  571. >You give a low nod, giving a low growl once it’s finally down and there to stay
  572. “Not bad.”
  573. >She gives a low, satisfied hum
  574. >”I thought you would.”
  575. >Slowly, surely, you begin to take bigger sips from the glass
  576. >Besides the burn, it doesn’t actually taste all too bad
  577. >Just as you go for a refill, somewhat having to put a bit of mental force as to keep the bottle steady, you catch something in your peripherals
  578. >Or rather someone…
  579. >...
  580. >......
  581. >Hmmm
  582. >Green tea, water, or coffee?
  583. >Getting low, you, being the Great and Thirsty Trixie, rummage further through the fridge
  584. >”Trix…?”
  585. >You give a low hum to auntie, eyes not leaving the shelves racked with drinks and foodstuffs
  586. >”This… this is the reason I…”
  587. >Her voice crumbles into a low fit of giggles
  588. >Grabbing a can of tea, you shut the fridge and give her a curious look
  589. “Are you quite alright?”
  590. >Cracking the can open and taking a sip, you slightly shudder at how cold it is
  591. >She only shakes her head before returning her attention to the steak
  592. >”I’m… I’m quite fine, honey.”
  593. >She still gives off the occasional giggle, not once meeting your eyes
  594. >You groan
  595. >Not this again
  596. >It’s been, what, half a year since the fallout with dad happened?
  597. >Half a year since you and mom had to move in with auntie!
  598. >And you’ve had this argument countless times with her about how it’s perfectly acceptable to wear as little as much, or as little, as you pleased… within reason, of course
  599. “Auntie Luna, if we have visitors and guests about the place, then the Perceptive and Well-Endowed Trixie will clothe herself properly.”
  600. >Another sip of the drink is followed by a larger fit of giggles from auntie
  601. >Is she drunk again?
  602. >”Sure, Trix, sure.”
  603. >You want to raise a finger, to prove how her fears have not once been founded by an actual incident, but you decide against it
  604. >You’ve got that paper to finish
  605. >Rolling your eyes, you turn and ma—
  606. >Oh
  607. >Oh God…
  608. >...
  609. >......
  610. >Is…
  611. >”You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her run that fast…”
  612. >Is it hot in here?
  613. “That’d… uh, that’d… yeah.”
  614. >Shaking off the situation, you, Luna, down another glass of the stuff
  615. >Not too bad, really
  616. >You two share a laugh, though you can’t dare to meet her eyes
  617. >Sure, you’ve seen her like that from years prior, but those were way back
  618. >But that…?
  619. >God have mercy
  620. >”Terribly sorry about that, Anon.”
  621. >You try and laugh it off, going for another refill
  622. “Don’t worry about it.”
  623. >You can all but feel the smug coming from the next few words…
  624. >”Oh, and what of your cheeks?”
  625. >You take another drink, definitely feeling its effects now
  626. >”They make me feel as if I should have a problem.”
  627. >There she goes…
  628. >Giggling that poised giggle that she always giggles
  629. >Wait, why are you laughing too?
  630. >Fuck, stuff’s stronger than you thought
  631. >”But, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised… she’s been clinging onto you since the day you met.”
  632. >That’s…
  633. >That’s not really funny, so why are you laughing
  634. >And why’s it so hot again?
  635. >This is a bit too much for you to process immediately, so you stare at her with a smile, mouth moving yet only scattered fragments of a sentence coming out
  636. >”Oh, wait, am I onto something here?”
  637. >Another shared laugh, your brain acting on autopilot
  638. >You go to speak, but you can barely raise a finger, much less formulate words
  639. >”Well, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
  640. >Not good
  641. >Panic?
  642. >Hmmm
  643. >It seems like a pretty good option—
  644. >She gives another giggle, stirring you from your thoughts
  645. >”Well, at least you aren’t so worried about the whole ‘blood’ thing like everyone else.”
  646. >You blink
  647. >”Say, since you don’t mind…”
  648. >Wait, since when was she wearing yoga pants?
  649. >”Do these make me look fat?”
  650. >She takes a break from attending the food, pressing herself against the fridge while making a myriad of poses
  651. >”I mean, I’ve asked Damascus, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t swing that way and just said it to make be feel good, so I’d like a second opinion…”
  652. >You…
  653. >Wow, uh, you…
  654. >You give the universal ‘Okay’ hand gesture, eyes flickering between her and the uh… assets
  655. >”Oh, this is gold.”
  656. >She runs a hand through her hair, whipping it around just a little
  657. >”Your mother always jokes about how much more wandering eyes she gets every time we go out…”
  658. >She does another wiggle of the ass
  659. >”Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see her face now.”
  660. >Finishing it is whatever she’s cooking, Luna saunters her way over to the table
  661. >Okay, there’s no way she walks like that normally
  662. >Hips swaying back and forth…
  663. >The look in her eyes…
  664. >The gentle bite of the lip…
  665. >Crossing your legs in an attempt to hide little Anon, you lean back slightly in your seat
  666. >She takes this as a sign to sit atop the table, no more than a foot away
  667. >”I mean, I don’t look too old, do I?”
  668. >She takes a pose, putting one arm behind her head and the other resting on her thigh
  669. >Your face must have betrayed you, for she gives another giggle
  670. >Picking up her glass, she takes a dainty sip
  671. >”It’s rude to keep a woman waiting, Anonymous.”
  672. >Lifting your eyes to finally meet hers, you can’t help the small smile slowly growing on your face
  673. >It must be the drink forcing your eyes to feast on her curves
  674. >It must be the drink forcing little Anon to become one of pure iron
  675. >It must be the drink that forces two words out of your mouth
  676. >Two words that make your aunt’s eyes narrow with satisfaction and temptation
  677. “I would.”
  678. >And, with that, you slump down in your seat, forehead giving a meaty ‘Thunk!’ as it collides with the table
  679. >...
  680. >......
  681. >Hmmm
  682. >Well, this is anticlimactic
  683. >You are Luna
  684. >And you were so close too
  685. >And there he goes
  686. >Off into dreamland…
  687. >Sighing, you idly go to ease the growing itch between your legs
  688. >Maybe you’ll have time during the camping trip?
  689. >That thought wipes away the disappointed frown on your face
  690. >A good flask of wine here, a gentle touch there…
  691. >Under the moonlight, your gasps and moans echoing out into the wilderness?
  692. “Maybe this was for the best.”
  693. >Standing up, you make your way over to the stove
  694. >And though you were planning on a nice, romantic dinner of steak and saute, you can’t help but chuckle at it all
  695. >It’s a dangerous game you play
  696. >The potential for repercussions?
  697. >Limitless, to the point of losing every semblance of family you have and possible jail time
  698. >But, then again, that’s what makes it fun
  699. >The sheer thrill
  700. >The primal fear of being caught
  701. >Humming a little tune, you put your attention back to cooking, all the while trying to ignore the itch
  702. >...
  703. >......
  704. >This is bullshit
  705. >”Please, dearest cousin?”
  706. >You are Anonymous and this is fucking bullshit
  707. >”The Lowly and Supplicating Trixie would be grateful to the utmost degree!”
  708. >Has she ever even read the fucking Geneva Conventions?
  709. >Those puppy eyes and that way she refuses to meet your eyes, her hands nervously fidgeting about
  710. >This has to be a war crime up there with the six gorillion…
  711. >And adding onto this, you even had to help her pack her shit right after she got out of school
  712. >Apparently she forgot about the camping trip
  713. >How the fuck could she forget the family camping trip?
  714. >It’s every year, the start of every Spring break, without fail
  715. >Hell, you even remembered it, and you woke up with one hell of a hangover and only twenty minutes to pack
  716. “I dunno, smurfette…”
  717. >Your eyes flicker between her and mother’s van
  718. >Or, rather, they flicker to the woman in the backseat
  719. >The expectant smile on her face tears away at your bitter resolve
  720. >She…
  721. >She can’t possibly be in on this, can she?
  722. >Sunflower, you goddamn hippie...
  723. >You give a long, drawn out sigh
  724. “Go put your bags in the van.”
  725. >Shifting slightly in your seat, you give your vehicle another once-over
  726. >It’s a simple enough motorcycle
  727. >It’s a cruiser, jet black for maximum puss catching, and has seats enough for two…
  728. >A faint smile comes to your face as you undo your stahlhelm
  729. >It really was nice of Luna to sell you the thing for such a good price
  730. >The abrupt feeling of, ‘Oh shit, Anon, you’re forgetting something important’ is brought to an end as you notice Trixie returning to your side
  731. >The smile on her face is almost blinding
  732. >You give her a preemptive, “Shush,” before standing
  733. “Stay still for a second.”
  734. >And for once in her life, she listens to you
  735. >Her happy and wide eyes never leave your own as you place the helmet on her
  736. >”Trixie has never ridden on a motorcycle, is it fun? Is it as hard as it looks? Is it—”
  737. >You silence her with a soft, if not playful, slap to the side of the helmet
  738. >Her look turns into one of puzzlement before returning to joy
  739. >Making sure everything was snug and in place, making sure not to have the thing pull at her hair at all, you give it a gentle pat
  740. “Alright, seems good… try nodding for me.”
  741. >She gives an overly-enthusiastic nod
  742. >And, much to your relief, the helmet remains glued to her hollow little head
  743. >You finally return her smile
  744. >Taking the bike by the reigns, you give her a motion to follow
  745. >She takes a moment to get on, but she she does
  746. >Fuck, it’s like she’s giving you a bearhug from behind
  747. >...Better to be too tight than to be too loose, you suppose
  748. “Yeah, just hold on like that the rest of the way, and you should make it there in one piece.”
  749. >”Trixie likes it when she survives!”
  750. >You return the laugh, putting the key into the ignition
  751. >Glancing back to the van, you can see three faces of varying emotion
  752. >Your mom, for one, looks at you with a worried expression, apprehension clear in her eyes at your lack of head protection
  753. >Luna, meanwhile, gives you an approving nod, being one of the main reasons you got into biking in the first place
  754. >Sunflower just wears her usual face of mellow happiness
  755. >This time, though, you think that there’s a bit more honesty in the smile and a little less herbal medication
  756. >You rev up the vehicle and pull up next to the van
  757. >”Now, sunshine, promise me you’ll drive sa—”
  758. >”Pop a wheelie!”
  759. >”Luna!”
  760. “Say I won’t.”
  761. >”Anonymous Unknown, don’t you dare think—”
  762. >”You won’t, no balls!”
  763. >No balls
  764. “No balls?”
  765. >”Anonymous!”
  766. >”No. Balls.”
  767. >”Anonymous, I swear on everything that is good and—”
  768. >The deafening screech of burning rubber, vocal cords, and the wind whipping at your ears
  769. >And, above all that, you can hear Luna’s cheer
  770. >Man, can she scream...
  771. >Oh, and so can Trixie too, you guess
  772. >Cracking a smile, you ignore the slight tremble in the arms holding onto your midsection for dear life
  773. >Hurricane Hill, here you come
  774. >...
  775. >......
  776. >The wind rushing through your hair...
  777. >”Dearest cousin…”
  778. >The world passing by in a blur...
  779. >”The Grateful and Undaunted Trixie has a question!”
  780. >The feeling of freedom that comes with pursuing the ever-endless road before you…
  781. “Jawohl, mein herr?”
  782. >You are Anonymous
  783. >And this is better than sex
  784. >”How much further?”
  785. >...Is it wrong to think that?
  786. “About, what, twenty or so?”
  787. >Sure, it wasn’t everything they made it out to be, but it was still pretty—
  788. >”Are there any pit stops along the way?”
  789. >Oh, right
  790. >This cute little tard’s still latched onto your back
  791. “Nein, es ist klarer als mein Suchverlauf.”
  792. >”Trixie… Trixie will guess that’s a no?”
  793. >A smile tugs at your lips
  794. “Ja!”
  795. >She squeezes you a bit harder
  796. >”Though graced with wisdom and a vocabulary beyond her years, Trixie is not, as of yet, bilingual!”
  797. >You raise a brow, briefly looking in the rear-view mirror
  798. >Yep
  799. >Mom’s van is still way off in the distance, itself a hardly-visible speck
  800. “I’d argue one of… actually, I’d argue both of those points.”
  801. >She makes a vain attempt of trying to crush your rib cage
  802. >Kind of proving your previous point, considering how you could swing this thing to the side and guarantee two premature deaths at any moment
  803. >”Are you positive there’s no gas station?”
  804. >You raise a brow
  805. “Forget something?”
  806. >You can hear her stumble over her words for a moment
  807. >”To use the bathroom, maybe…”
  808. >You give a sigh, gently pulling back on the throttle
  809. “I got fuck all for paper, so, uh, pine cones?”
  810. >”Trixie has some tissues, no need to worry yourself, dearest cousin.”
  811. >You raise a brow, shivering at the mental image that comes afterwards
  812. >Scat truly is a shit fetish
  813. >Pulling the vehicle to a full halt to the side of the road, you put the thing into park
  814. “Don’t need Sunflower to come with you this time, right?”
  815. >She takes a few tentative steps off, as if the world below might sink at any moment
  816. >”You and Trixie both remember that it was dark outside and we just got done telling scary stories, yes?”
  817. >You pull out a cancer stick and your trusty Zippo
  818. “Don’t know what you’re talking about, smurfette.”
  819. >After a bit of fumbling, she places your stahlhelm back onto your head before heading off into the tree line
  820. >”Trixie will never forgive you if you drive off.”
  821. >Taking in a lungful of the stuff, you wave her off
  822. “Yeah, sure.”
  823. >”Trixie means it!”
  824. >You give her the universal ‘Okay’ hand gesture
  825. >Seemingly satisfied, she disappears into the tree line
  826. >Killing the engine, you massage your forehead
  827. >Let’s hope this year’s trip isn’t as memorable as the last
  828. “Fuck you, Luna…”
  829. “Fuck you and your gorilla suit.”
  830. >And so, with mind now focused on your hatred for gorillas, you wait
  831. >And wait…
  832. >And wait…
  833. >And wa—
  834. >Fuck this
  835. “Hey, smurfette, you dead or something?”
  836. >There’s a moment’s pause, the idle rustle of foliage filling the air
  837. >”Trixie does not think so!”
  838. “Shit…”
  839. >Your mind begins to wander again
  840. >It decides to go over everything you packed
  841. >Ammo, map, fishing rod and subsequent tackle box…
  842. >Your blood runs cold, heart threatening to miss a beat
  843. >Did you forget the towel?
  844. >”Ta-da!”
  845. >Blinking, you look to the tree line
  846. >S-she’s actually posing as if she just did one of her card tricks...
  847. >Shaking your head, you rev up the engine
  848. “Congratulations, you want a cookie?”
  849. >She makes her way to your side
  850. >”Most certainly!”
  851. >Just as she gets within arm’s reach, though, you drive the bike just out of reach
  852. >You laugh at the near-devastated look she’s wearing
  853. >Like you just ripped a puppy's head off or some shit
  854. “C’mon, we’re burning daylight!”
  855. >She takes a moment to regain her composure before trying again
  856. >You make sure it remains a ‘try’
  857. >”Anonymous!”
  858. “Hurry, they’re catching up!”
  859. >Another rumble of the engine
  860. >Another miffed pout after the pattering of boots on grass
  861. >”The Great and Benevolent Trixie would like for this to end now!”
  862. “They’re going to beat us any second now, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!”
  863. >Another pull at the handles, another angry pout
  864. >”Trixie swears!”
  865. >Barely restraining a laugh, you turn back to her
  866. “Do… do you not want a ride?”
  867. >”Trixie swears that… that she’ll do something you won’t like!”
  868. “That’s not very hard, you kno—”
  869. >”Shut up!”
  870. “Awww, adorable, you’re all red!”
  871. >Gentle pushes are given to the throttle every time she gets ‘just’ close enough
  872. >”Trixie will eat all of the animal crackers!”
  873. >”Trixie will fray all of your shoelaces!”
  874. >”Trixie will… Trixie will…!”
  875. >She stops for a moment, looking confused
  876. >”Pardon, did you say Trixie is adorable?”
  877. >Having no semblance of tact at this point, what with your guffaws echoing throughout the encompassing woods, you wipe away a tear
  878. “W-wittle Twixie surprised senpai finally noticed her?”
  879. >She blinks, somehow managing to get even redder
  880. >”The Great and Ardent Trixie knows of no such thing!”
  881. >Stopping to deal with a small coughing fit, you’re met with a light slap to the back of the head a moment later
  882. >She hops on immediately after, strapping on the helmet all by herself
  883. >She tries to crush your ribs in the ensuing hold
  884. >All the while you can hear her huffing and puffing like she’s going to jerk the vehicle over once you start catching some speed again
  885. >Finally calming your lungs, you turn and pat her helmet
  886. “Ready?”
  887. >She glares at your smile
  888. >”Trixie will make good on her promises…”
  889. >Regardless of her words, she still latches on
  890. >And what a time too
  891. >Mom’s just about caught up
  892. >Getting back to speed, you shoot a single finger up high while swerving to the sides
  893. >Trixie’s breathing turns rugged again
  894. >Once you’ve had your fun, and given more than enough time for them to notice the friendly gesture, you push the machine for all its worth
  895. >The engine’s scream echoes throughout the woods for miles to come
  896. >...
  897. >......
  898. >Huh
  899. >”It was just a prank, bro!”
  900. >You are Sunflower, and you didn’t quite expect this when you woke up this morning
  901. >”Now, sunshine, you know what this means, yes?”
  902. >Sure, you expected Celly to be a bit miffed at his earlier antics, but this?
  903. >”I dindu nuffin, our church needs mo money fo dem programs!”
  904. >You and Luna share a glance before shrugging at the sight
  905. >You should probably be worried that your sister has her son in a headlock, but the smiles both of them wear, along with the laughs that came from the initial tussle, put you at ease
  906. >She gives him a quick noogie, to which both of them laugh at again
  907. >You’re not sure if Celly is actually strong enough to hold him in place or if he’s just playing along…
  908. >”Dish duty for you, young man.”
  909. >She finally releases him from, to which he scuttles away, smile still on his face
  910. >”Oh boy—”
  911. >”For the entire trip.”
  912. >His smiles falls at that
  913. >You and everyone else share a laugh as he visibly slumps, himself giving a low, drawn out, “Fuuuuuuuuuck…”
  914. >And, as one, you all move to the back of Celly’s van to get all the supplies out
  915. >Anon, as to be expected, is at the forefront with his mother
  916. >They hand out all the bags and packs as if they weighed nothing
  917. >Before long, everyone has their things and the vehicles are left in favor of the familiar trail
  918. >Trees surround you from the sides, the scene at large pulling a previously unnoticed weight from your shoulders
  919. >The sounds of nature just have a way with calming you down like few things could
  920. >Speaking of which...
  921. “So, honey…”
  922. >Trixie looks up to you, a curious glint in her eye
  923. “Did you have fun?”
  924. >Much to your delight, she gives a rapid nod, her head a blur
  925. >”At first Trixie was scared, what with the, what do you call it… wheelie?”
  926. >She fiddles with her hands
  927. >”Yes, at first Trixie was scared, always thinking that the reaper had finally come to take his due, but Trixie soon became all but at home on the thing!”
  928. >Is…
  929. >Is she skipping?
  930. >Oh, you haven’t seen her do this in how many years?
  931. >”Oh, it was truly a feeling, mother… maybe you should have Anonymous give you a ride?”
  932. >You reach down and tousle her hair
  933. >A laugh is shared as you glance at the trail ahead
  934. >This is always the worst part
  935. >The hike to the usual spot
  936. >...Well, at the very least you’ve got your little girl at your side
  937. >And, for once, she’s talking to you!
  938. >...
  939. >......
  940. >Giving the map one last glance, you nod at the familiar patch of dirt and grass
  941. “Hah, told you we weren’t lost!”
  942. >You are Anonymous, and you were right all along
  943. >There’s a dull aching in your legs, as well as your lungs, but it’s all forgotten as you turn to face the weary group of family
  944. >Save for mom, they all look exhausted
  945. >”Sure didn’t look like it.”
  946. >You shrug, reaching down for a canteen and taking a swig
  947. “Sounds like heresy, Luna.”
  948. >She finally breaks the tree line that encircles the patch of ground, the group coming in behind her
  949. >She swipes your canteen before chugging like a motherfucker
  950. “Oh, rad.”
  951. >Sighing in satisfaction, she tosses the thing back to you
  952. >”Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back later.”
  953. >You blink, watching her set down her pack before taking a seat in the grass
  954. >What’d she mean by that?
  955. >Deciding that it’s best to not worry about it too much, you decide to get to work
  956. >Let’s just hope you don’t get shafted with the workload of setting up camp...
  957. >...
  958. >......
  959. >You are Luna...
  960. >You are also thoroughly amused
  961. >”Like this?”
  962. >”...No, you really gotta put your back into it, like, really dig that fucker into the ground.”
  963. >”Oh, right…”
  964. >You watch the young niece stomp down on the tent peg
  965. >It barely gives a quarter inch
  966. >”Like that?”
  967. >Anonymous gives her a piercing look, as if trying to see if she’s joking or not
  968. >A moment later he raises his boot before sending it down on the thing, itself now thoroughly embedded into the dirt
  969. >Interrupting the peanut gallery, Celestia gives you a small nudge to the side
  970. >”What’re they up to now?”
  971. >You hold up a single finger
  972. “Listen…”
  973. >”Trixie declares that that was almost too easy!”
  974. >”You did fuck all, though.”
  975. >”Exactly!”
  976. >”...Your dad should have swallowed you.”
  977. >”Pardon?”
  978. >”Here ye, here ye, your immediate biological predecessor with the y chromosome, of whom may or may not have been who you had thought, should, during intercourse with your mother and several other male youths…”
  979. >You and Celestia trade bemused looks
  980. “You sure know how to raise ‘em.”
  981. >There’s a shared laugh as she hip checks you
  982. >”At least I’ve got one.”
  983. >Oh
  984. >You see how it is
  985. “The thing is, I’m waiting for a man that’ll stick around.”
  986. >”Oh shit.”
  987. >You hear Sunflower give a fake gasp to the side
  988. >”Fucking gottem, Luna.”
  989. >Your shoulder stings from the resulting punch, but only for a moment
  990. >The three of you laugh it off as a pair of voices grows in the background
  991. >”Father would’ve never done such a thing!”
  992. >”Pfft, you kidding me? Your old man was a huge faggot, he was a vegetarian for God’s sake—”
  993. >”Being a vegetarian does not automatically qualify someone as homosexual, Anonymous.”
  994. >”Yeah, and what about the tights?”
  995. >”Fashion.”
  996. >”And the shaved legs?”
  997. >”Mother always said they felt nice.”
  998. >You and Celestia turn to see Sunflower, of whom is now very straight faced and neutral, stare pointedly at the fire while checking up on the dish
  999. >”Voting Democrat?”
  1000. >”T-Trixie sees no point in these fallacies.”
  1001. >”Yer father was a faggot, smurfette, no need to be ashamed.”
  1002. >”Was not!”
  1003. >”Was too!”
  1004. >”WAS NOT!”
  1005. >Gently rubbing at your forehead, your laugh continues on
  1006. >Muffled by the sounds of the campfire and the duo’s faux-fight, of course
  1007. >This is going to be a long week
  1008. >...
  1009. >......
  1010. >She can’t be serious, right?
  1011. “Oh, shit, wait…”
  1012. >You are Anonymous, and you are desperately fighting back a serious fit of the giggles right now
  1013. >It takes an immense amount of willpower to put on a look of concern, the mirth now removed from your face
  1014. “Does that mean that you’re half-gay?”
  1015. >Confusion spreads across her face, nearly replacing the anger
  1016. >”W-what?”
  1017. >You look to mom and the others
  1018. >Of course they’re watching, all smiling like retards
  1019. >Well, if it’s a show they wanted, it’s a show they got
  1020. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”
  1021. >Taking a few steps back, you hold your hands up in a placating gesture
  1022. “It might be contagious, now, smurfette…”
  1023. >Aaaaaand there she goes again
  1024. >Absolutely fucking livid
  1025. >”Anonymous Unknown, Trixie is warning you…”
  1026. “Oh shit, it’s aggressive!”
  1027. >Turning on a heel, you pick a random direction and pick up in a mad dash into the wilderness
  1028. >As expected, she gives chase, yelling her overly-complicated and verbose insults all the while
  1029. >Truly, this is the optimal camping experience
  1030. >...
  1031. >......
  1032. >You’re not sure…
  1033. >”Trixie hates you.”
  1034. >You’re not sure if this is funny or sad
  1035. >You are Anonymous, and currently you’re looking down at the hunched over form of your cousin
  1036. >Currently, you're in another bit of nondescript forest, the gentle evening's breeze feeling nice against the thin layer of sweat on your forehead
  1037. >Trixie, on the other hand, took to the small chase a bit poorly...
  1038. “Shit, smurfette, you’re acting like we sprinted a mile or some—”
  1039. >”Another… another word and Trixie will lather you in vomit.”
  1040. >Your eyes meet
  1041. >Her’s radiate anger, exhaustion, and familiar determination
  1042. >Determination to do what, though, you have no idea
  1043. “You won’t.”
  1044. >Slowly, ever so slowly, you see her arm rise in the your peripherals
  1045. “No fucking balls.”
  1046. >Her hand is now dangerously close to her mouth, a single finger being produced as her mouth slowly opens
  1047. “My ancestors are smiling upon me, imperial…”
  1048. >Her finger enters her mouth
  1049. “Can you say the same?”
  1050. >And, for a while, you both continue to stare at one another
  1051. >...You take the time to not worry about what’s to come, but instead take in her features
  1052. >The slight bags under her eyes
  1053. >The thin layer of sweat covering her fair skin
  1054. >The flinch as her eyes suddenly widen
  1055. >Wait, shit, that’s ain’t—
  1056. >You don’t have time to finish that thought, your body recoiling on instinct
  1057. >She did it
  1058. >She actually hurled, a majority of the stuff only avoided by your quick feet
  1059. “Good fucking Lord, Trixie!”
  1060. >”You… you said I wouldn’t!”
  1061. “I spent an hour polishing these!”
  1062. >”This is the future you chose, dearest cousin.”
  1063. >You let loose a string of silent curses, each more profane than the last
  1064. >You pop a squat and begin to wipe off the vomit off of your boots with a handful of leaves
  1065. “You just don’t puke on a man’s boots, smurfette!”
  1066. >”Trixie did nothing wrong, you instigated her with provocative language.”
  1067. “Words are different from your fucking stomach acid, you fucking smurf n.”
  1068. >”Trixie was a good girl, she dindu nuffin.”
  1069. >You shoot her a glare, just now beginning on the second boot
  1070. “That’s my line.”
  1071. >Her smile only grows
  1072. >”She was a good girl, dem cops just racis agais us blue people!”
  1073. “Trixie Lulamoon, I swear on everything good on God’s green earth…”
  1074. >”She was gonna be an astronaut an shiet, she was da class representuhve, and hadda tree-fiddy GPA!”
  1075. “Soon as I’m done getting this shit offa my boot…”
  1076. >”It’s all cuzza dem racis green bois.”
  1077. >You look up to her, eyes narrowing at her smug, shit-eating smile
  1078. >”Kill greeny!”
  1079. >She doesn’t have time to finish her yelp before you clasp a hand around one of her wrists
  1080. >She giggles and yelps in protest, of course, but it doesn’t help her escape your grip
  1081. >”Police brutality!”
  1082. >Rolling your eyes, you place a single finger to her lips
  1083. >You only slightly grimace as she gives it a long, drawn-out lick from the base to the tip
  1084. >Cease your faggotry, little Anon...
  1085. “You’re going to shine my boots when we get back to camp.”
  1086. >Trixie looks as if she was expecting a bigger reaction from her tongue, what with the little pout and all
  1087. >”Trixie dindu nuffin.”
  1088. >Leaning down, you get to eye level with her
  1089. >She looks at you with bright, challenging eyes, her smile unwavering
  1090. >This little retard…
  1091. “I hate you.”
  1092. >”Trixie loves you too, dearest cousin.”
  1093. >And, with that, her head darts forward
  1094. >She gives an exaggerated “Mwah!” as a kiss is planted on your lips
  1095. >T-the fuck?!
  1096. >Blinking, you pull back and release your grip, hand shooting up to wipe your mouth
  1097. >Your cheeks are burning up as she gives her usual giggle
  1098. >Muttering a few curses, you begin to make way back to camp
  1099. >At least you didn’t taste the puke...
  1100. “We aren’t kids anymore, smurfette, miss me with that gay shit.”
  1101. >She skips her way to your side, eyes innocent and happy
  1102. >”Oh, what, embarrassed about having your first kiss?”
  1103. >...This has to be some new technique of hers to mess with you
  1104. >4D chess, has to be
  1105. >You reach over and tousle her hair before playfully pressing her away
  1106. >She giggles and swats at your hand
  1107. “Implying I haven’t already lost my v-card.”
  1108. >She blinks, laughter quickly dying off
  1109. >”You’re… you’re serious, aren't you?”
  1110. >You shrug, biting back a smile
  1111. “Maybe, why?”
  1112. >The crunching of dead leaves underfoot gives way to a brief silence
  1113. >”Trixie thought Anonymous would have stayed pure for his wife, to enjoy the bliss of the wedding bed.”
  1114. >Blinking, you turn to her
  1115. >She’s dead-ass serious
  1116. >...Huh
  1117. “Sense and morals turn to shit under sweat and music, smurfette.”
  1118. >There’s a brief pause as you rub your neck
  1119. “You really believe that, though?”
  1120. >She gives a rapid nod…
  1121. >Are her eyes misty?
  1122. “Well, shit, I’m kind of surprised.”
  1123. >You reach out again and pull her into a playful headlock
  1124. >A quick noogie is had as she begins to giggle again
  1125. >Can't have a sad smurf, now can we?
  1126. >”And what’s that supposed to mean?!”
  1127. >You release her, to which she begins to playfully pound on your shoulder
  1128. “Means I’m surprised you’re not like all the other roasties.”
  1129. >Silence settles in, though you wait for her to stop beating in your shoulder before giving her a smile
  1130. “Practice what you preach, smurfette, and you’ll make someone very, very happy one day.”
  1131. >Aaaand there she goes again: what with the blushing and the flustered twiddling of hands
  1132. >”T-the Palpitating and Amorous Trixie will obey, as she hopes to be the greatest mother in day’s yet passed!”
  1133. >...Huh
  1134. >Never figured her the type to want kids
  1135. “You, a mother?” you say with a chuckle
  1136. >She gives another excited nod, smile wide as it can be
  1137. >”Trixie wants one boy, one girl, no more, no less!”
  1138. >You smile at that
  1139. >Kind of decadent for a high school junior to be thinking of that sorta' thing, but, hey, you’ve thought and done worse at her age
  1140. “Shit taste, smurfette.”
  1141. >The sight of the camp is just visible beyond another set of trees and foliage
  1142. “Two boys and one girl is the only true answer.”
  1143. >You squeeze between a shrubbery and a tree, giving a greeting to the three familiar women
  1144. >”...Trixie can work with that.”
  1145. “Say again?” you call over your shoulder
  1146. >”Nothing!”
  1147. >You shrug, turning back to the rest of the family
  1148. >”So, have fun?” mom asks, the woman barely giving you a moment’s rest before tossing you a fishing pole
  1149. >You catch it without missing a beat
  1150. “Guess you could say that, though smurfette puked on me boots.”
  1151. >”You said Trixie wouldn't!"
  1152. >You shake your head at the immediate roar of laughter, your attention now focused on your pack
  1153. >There’s a moment’s rummaging as you look for the familiar canteen, the sneaky sumbitch found after a bit of cursing
  1154. >The water tastes like ambrosia, though, sadly, it’s gone after a few chugs
  1155. >”Ready for a bit of fishing, sunshine?”
  1156. >You shoot her a thumbs up from over your shoulder
  1157. >When you make to stand and turn, however, you see a sight that makes you raise a brow
  1158. >Auntie Luna’s standing besides mom, fishing pole in hand and tackle box in the other
  1159. >”As they say, nephew dearest…”
  1160. >She reaches up to pinch your cheek, wiggling it like grandma used to
  1161. >”Sunlight is burning!”
  1162. “Daylight’s a burnin—”
  1163. >”Tomayto, tomahto, Anonymous...”
  1164. >She smiles before patting you on the head, the woman turning to the side and beginning to make way towards the stream
  1165. >”Come, come!”
  1166. >You look to mom, then back to Luna, then back to mom
  1167. >”She finally wanted to try fishing with us.”
  1168. >She shrugs, giving a soft laugh as her sister disappears into the tree line
  1169. >”Oh, and don’t tell anyone, but she also wants to go shooting with us later tomorrow.”
  1170. >...Huh
  1171. >Usually she’s one to always stick with Sunflower
  1172. >Turning to Trixie, you offer her a shrug
  1173. “Guess Luna’s coming.”
  1174. >She nods at this, though she sends a momentary glare Luna’s way
  1175. >...Women are weird
  1176. >You begin to follow mom, Trixie scrambling for her pack and her rod that lay within
  1177. >Just as you pass the beginnings of a campfire, though, you give your auntie Sunflower a smile
  1178. >Said woman is sitting on a fold-out chair, a book in her lap and a bag of granola by her feet
  1179. >You know the answer, but, as the tradition demands, you ask anyways
  1180. “Sure you don’t wanna’ come along, Sunny?”
  1181. >She shakes her head, the smile returned with additional warmth
  1182. >”Nah, dude, I’m too busy getting comfy.”
  1183. >She makes a little show out of relaxing into her seat
  1184. >”Got my book, life is good.”
  1185. >You shrug, offering her a wave
  1186. >She returns it
  1187. >”See ya’, dude.”
  1188. “You too.”
  1189. >Just as you break the tree line, Trixie more or less running to catch up to you, you can’t help but smile
  1190. >...The place is probably going to reek of pot when you get back
  1191. >...
  1192. >......
  1193. >This...
  1194. >”And guess what?”
  1195. >This has never happened before
  1196. >”The retard actually did it!”
  1197. >You don’t look up from your bobber, of which has laid undisturbed since you cast it some... oh, two hours ago?
  1198. >You know, being the Great and Powerful Trixie and all, you were initially pretty excited about fishing next to your favorite person
  1199. >But, as you sat and waited, and waited, and waited, things tend to get on your nerves
  1200. >Things that may or may not be another one of Anon's stories, of which you respond to without really processing
  1201. “Yes.”
  1202. >”He… he actually thought I’d share ‘em!” Anon says between fits of laughter, “God damn, he actually threw up, like two times after eating that thing!”
  1203. “Hmm, riveting.”
  1204. >He slaps his knee at the memory
  1205. >And, well, just know that it involves a Carolina Reaper, a pariah's reciprocated love, and a pictures that Anon shouldn't have
  1206. >”Oh God, Oh God, and you know what I said when he finally stopped blowing chunks like a motherfucker?”
  1207. “Sure.”
  1208. >A warm hand finds its way onto your shoulder
  1209. >”I told the tard I was joking, and that I didn't have the nudes!"
  1210. >His head rears back as a hearty laugh escapes him
  1211. >You try and hold the scowl for a moment longer...
  1212. >But it proves futile
  1213. >You can’t help but be happy when he’s happy
  1214. >...Doesn’t mean you can’t still be mad, though
  1215. >He should be yours
  1216. >He should never have thought that any of them would actually love him like you do
  1217. “Oh, silence that screeching, you’ve told the morose and Irked Trixie this story at least two times before!”
  1218. >He’s actually told you it three times, actually
  1219. >Whenever he asks if he has, though, you always tell him no
  1220. >Retelling the story from his senior days in high school just brings him pure joy, which, in turn, makes you happy
  1221. >In response to your words, Anon reaches out to tousle your hair...
  1222. >He pulls his hand back at the very last second, your hand hitting thin air
  1223. >Again he laughs
  1224. >”D’awww, are you blushing again?”
  1225. >You puff out your cheeks indignantly before jerking your head in the opposite direction
  1226. “Absolutely not!”
  1227. >”Does wittle Twixie wanna’ prove to Anonemoose that she can catch a fishie?”
  1228. >Ugh
  1229. >He’ll never let that die, will he?
  1230. “Trixie was six years old, and she had never had practice saying ‘Anonymous’, so cease your plebeian screeching—”
  1231. >”Smurfette's blushing!”
  1232. “Trixie is not!”
  1233. >”I know a blush when I see one, you quintuple nigg—”
  1234. >You blink at the sudden jerk from the rod in your hands
  1235. >That wasn’t what you think it was, was it?
  1236. >...There it is again!
  1237. >”Awww shiiiiieeeeet!” Anon says as the line gives way
  1238. >Your hands are moving before you even know what’s happening
  1239. >”C’mon, c’mon,” he cheers, “reel that sumbitch in!”
  1240. “That’s what Trixie is doing!”
  1241. >”Don’t break the line, remember to—”
  1242. “Trixie can do this on her own!”
  1243. >”You said that the last two fucking times, you blue waffle!”
  1244. “Shut up!”
  1245. >”Nou!”
  1246. >There comes a splash of water, and a great thrashing from the pole
  1247. >You reel it in and Anon's on it within a blink, struggling to get a grip on the thing before braining it with a knife
  1248. >It's only after once it's dead and semi-still do you realize that it's a catfish
  1249. >Easily the best catch you’ve had in the past three years
  1250. >Slowly, donning the widest smile you can produce, you turn to look at Anon
  1251. “As you were saying, cousin?”
  1252. >He eyes the thing up and down for a minute before a high, drawn-out whistle escapes his mouth
  1253. >”...It's fucking puny, smurfette—”
  1254. >...Nope
  1255. >You stand from your chair with a low grumble...
  1256. >You don’t even care to unhook the catch from the hook...
  1257. >You just grab the tackle box and gear before heading a direction that you hope camp will be in
  1258. >The sound of following steps is soon followed by a familiar cousin appearing in your peripherals
  1259. >”I mean, hey, it’s not about size, it’s about how you use it.”
  1260. >You suck in a breath
  1261. “Trixie now hates you until the end of time.”
  1262. >He reaches out to ruffle your hair
  1263. >He pulls back at just the last moment, your teeth snapping closed mere centimeters from his fingertips
  1264. >Again he laughs, the amusement from his eyes and voice showing
  1265. >”I mean, what if our catches were bigger?”
  1266. >...You’re really tempted to swing the tackle box at his face right now
  1267. >Sure, Auntie Celestia, Anon, and Luna may have caught six massive ones...
  1268. >Sure, they may have left long before you to get dinner started while you waited for ONE catch...
  1269. >But...
  1270. >But yours...
  1271. >Yeah, there's nothing special about it
  1272. >It's a puny catfish in comparison, itself just 6 inches and fairly light
  1273. >You stare at the thing that dangles yet by the hook, a shallow sigh escaping you
  1274. >Anon tries to seize the opportunity to mess up your hair again
  1275. >Again, the chomp misses by a mere hair
  1276. “Cease your idiocy!”
  1277. >This only gets him to try to tousle you with both hands
  1278. “Trixie said CEASE!”
  1279. >Several empty clinks of the teeth later, a bit of persistence, and a whole lot of laughter later are your teeth firmly planted around a forefinger
  1280. >”Ah, you little shit!”
  1281. “Thrrixxee shhaid chhheshe.”
  1282. >He tries in vain to wriggle his finger free, his laughter still rampant in face of the situation
  1283. >”Lemme’ go, lemme go!”
  1284. “Shiish ish dha pphhhate yew schose.”
  1285. >He reaches out his hand to your side, keeping it open and at the ready
  1286. >”Don’t make me do it, biocunt, I swear on me mum, I’ll do it.”
  1287. “Shhhhh, no tearsh, shust dr—”
  1288. >A moment later you’re met with the feeling of five prancing fingers at your side
  1289. >Initially you bite down on the finger with righteous fury, but, with your poorly-restrained laughter and his wriggling, he breaks his hand free from its cage of teeth
  1290. >Said hand soon joins its ally in mercilessly tickling your sides
  1291. “No, no, stop!” you choke out between mad fits of laughter, “No means no!”
  1292. >You drop your pole and tackle box in an attempt to free your hands to fend off the assault
  1293. >It does you no good, and, before long, you’re on the ground
  1294. >”What was that?” he says as he places a knee on the small of your back, his fingers still dancing all around your sides, “This was the fate I chose?”
  1295. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”
  1296. >Your laughter echoes throughout the nearby woods
  1297. >Soon enough his laughter joins yours
  1298. >You keep screaming for it to stop, but God doesn’t hear you
  1299. >There is only tickles
  1300. >Terrible, terrible tickling
  1301. >...
  1302. >......
  1303. >Your eyes flick between the campfire and the direction leading to the river
  1304. “Think they got eaten by a bear?”
  1305. >It takes a moment before Cel takes her attention off the spit roast and the fish that lay impaled
  1306. >”Probably.”
  1307. >And, with a hum, she turns back to the fire
  1308. >You sigh
  1309. >It’s been, what, almost two and a half hours since you and Cel got back to camp in order to start dinner?
  1310. >Trixie, bless her heart, was adamant on staying until she caught at least one fish
  1311. >And, being the kind soul he was, Anon naturally stayed at her side lest she get lost on the way back again
  1312. >...Your laugh echoes throughout the camp
  1313. “Remember the time when Trix got lost?”
  1314. >Cel merely shakes her head with a smile
  1315. >Sunflower rolls her eyes before returning her attention back to 'Meditation for Dummies'
  1316. >”And we found her trying to ask squirrels for the way back to camp?” Cel says, a giggle escaping her
  1317. >Sunflower raises a brow as the corners of her mouth twitch a bit
  1318. >She chuckles after a quick look around to confirm that Trixie is still absent
  1319. >”Hey, I’d rather her ask some squirrels than a bear.”
  1320. >Silence falls over the group again, and, with another sigh, you rest in your usual seat
  1321. >...This rock is your rock
  1322. >Flat like no other, and just the right height where you don’t feel like a hunchback when you sit on it
  1323. >Closing your eyes, you—
  1324. >”Kept you waiting, huh?” comes a voice that makes a smile immediately hop onto your face
  1325. >You all but hop off the rock and onto your feet
  1326. “Oh, finally, we were beginning to think that something happened,” you say while walking up to the two...
  1327. >Huh
  1328. >Trixie’s breathing hard again
  1329. "Are you two racing again?"
  1330. >Without thinking, you place hand to her forehead
  1331. >Feels fine...
  1332. >”Trixie is fine, she was just assaulted and tickled without her consent for nearly twenty—”
  1333. >Anon plops a hand over her mouth, a cheeky smile on his face
  1334. >”She bit my fin—OW, FUCK, SHE DID IT AGAIN!”
  1335. >You blink at the sight, your hand instinctively drawing back from the niece
  1336. >Anon begins to thrash, his hand immediately going to tickle Trixie’s side
  1337. >This only gets Trixie to growl like a dog and presumably bite harder, if Anon's cursing becoming more vehement is a sign to go by
  1338. >After a bit of wriggling, Anon has his finger free and both hands are now used in relentlessly tickling the blue niece
  1339. >All you can really make out is a strange mix of giggles, pleas to stop, and Anon giving some sort of victory cry in the form of singing some song about being number one…
  1340. >Take in mind that this happened in less than seven seconds
  1341. >Slowly, incredulously, you turn to Cel and Sunflower
  1342. >Cel is completely focused on cooking the last of the fish, a happy smile on her face
  1343. >Sunflower only shoots the two a mildly curious look, a hand raised to her mouth to prevent her giggles from escaping
  1344. “Now I remember why I don’t have kids…”
  1345. >”Because you’re single?” says Cel without bothering to look up
  1346. “Shut up.”
  1347. >”Gottem,” quips Sunflower
  1348. >You shake your head and, after one glance down at the two, head back to your rock
  1349. >A few moments pass before Cel speaks in a soft, comforting voice
  1350. >”Don’t worry, they’ll tire each other out in a moment…”
  1351. >”Fuckin’ thot!” says Anon, himself just barely audible above Trixie's laughter
  1352. >”Language, sunshine,” hums Cel
  1353. >Anon looks up, catches her eyes, and gives a thumbs up
  1354. >Aaaand then he's back on Trixie
  1355. >”Fick dich, transvestiten schwuchtel!”
  1356. >Cel raises a brow, shakes her head, and chuckles
  1357. >”Ich hätte dich verschlucken sollen,” you can hear her mutter above the crackling fire
  1358. >You squint at her
  1359. >...Man, you really should have gone with her and tried to learn a second language from dad when you were kids
  1360. >Looping a bit of your hair with a stray finger, you slightly slump and decide to follow Cel's advice
  1361. >...At least watching the two is better than trying to catch a nap
  1362. >No more than fifteen minutes later the two are panting and out of breath
  1363. >”You two done?” asks Cel, herself now taking the last cooked fish off of the spit
  1364. >”Jawohl, mein herr.”
  1365. >”Trixie... Trixie hates you, Anonymous.”
  1366. >”Untermensch.”
  1367. >Sighing, glad that the two are finally done, you walk up again and offer each a hand up
  1368. “How about we try this again… without the whole biting fiasco?”
  1369. >The two look up at you, then back to each other, then to Cel with all the cooked fish…
  1370. >This happens two more times until they give each other a single nod and each take a hand
  1371. >Heaving them up, you laugh and pat each on the shoulder
  1372. “Not two minutes into camp and you two were at it again,” you say, turning back to the fire and making way for the Cel, “were we this bad?”
  1373. >She raises a brow
  1374. >"We were much, much worse."
  1375. >Cel sees your skeptical look and grins
  1376. >"You would pull hair, and sunbun would always cry wolf to mother."
  1377. >"I only ran to mom once, and that was because you ripped off Mr Yumyum's eye!" says Sunflower, her voice indignant
  1378. >Brief flashbacks come of her little stuffed rabbit and how she would carry it everywhere...
  1379. >Back when you and Cel would play monkey in the middle with that stupid thing...
  1380. >Good times!
  1381. >You chuckle and scoot your rock close to the fire, Cel handing you a freshly-cooked fish laid in a frisbee dish
  1382. >It even has a side of rice, a complimentary fork and knife already inserted
  1383. “Thanks, Cel.”
  1384. >She returns your smile and hands out the other portions to everyone else, all of whom are now finding seats around the fire…
  1385. >You blink when everyone's settled in, your eyes going to Anonymous and Trixie
  1386. >It’s not that you expected them to sit away from each other…
  1387. >Wait, what the hell are you saying?
  1388. >That’s exactly what you expected!
  1389. >They’re practically shoulder to shoulder…
  1390. >You and your sisters never would've gotten over a scuffle like that so quick...
  1391. >These two are cut from a different cloth, that's for sure
  1392. >”Yo?” questions Anonymous, pausing from his meal and catching your stare
  1393. >You blink
  1394. “Sorry, lost in thought.”
  1395. >He nods, jerking his head at Trixie
  1396. >”Maybe you could teach a thing or two about that to munchfuck over here?”
  1397. >"Language," chides Cel
  1398. >"My b."
  1399. >Trixie narrows her eyes and points her fork at Anonymous, her face an over-exaggerated scowl
  1400. >His lips slowly form into a smile
  1401. >”So, it’s treason then?”
  1402. >A moment later, the two blink at a bright flash from across the fire…
  1403. >You instantly recognize it as the flash from Sunflower’s Polaroid camera, but what you don’t get is why it was so bright
  1404. >You look up to the sky, only to realize that the sun’s setting
  1405. >Huh
  1406. >Time flies
  1407. >”You’re still making those collages?” asks Anon while rubbing his eyes
  1408. >He gets a giddy nod and a smile in response from Sunflower
  1409. >”Every year, every trip, don’t think I won't!”
  1410. >You nod
  1411. “She still has photos from every time we went to Dairy Queen after a football game back in the day, trust me when I say it’s not just a phase.”
  1412. >Anon and Trixie share a shrug
  1413. >Sunflower takes the developing photo and begins to flick it with gusto
  1414. >Hopefully there’s a bit of good banter to be had
  1415. >But, for a while, you just sit there and eat
  1416. >Warm food, warm fire, and warm clothes?
  1417. >Yeah
  1418. >This is what you look forward to during those long days at work
  1419. >Not your non-existent love life
  1420. >Not the nights spent crunching numbers and trying to force Sunflower to have a understanding of finances greater than ‘only now matters’
  1421. >No
  1422. >It’s these smiles
  1423. >It’s these few people that actually care about you, and who you would do anything for
  1424. >”So, honey,” Sunflower says to her daughter, pausing momentarily to suppress a belch, “think you’ll be able to do the hike tomorrow without biting Shrek over there?”
  1425. >Anonymous doesn’t look up from his food
  1426. >”Das racis."
  1427. >Nobody bats an eye
  1428. >”Well,” Trixie begins with a contemplative face, “it’s possible, but she cannot be held responsible when she is goaded by a finger mere inches away, trying to ruin her exquisite hair!”
  1429. >You and your sisters exchange looks
  1430. >”Honey, chomping on people isn’t exactly an effective way to, uh, you know, settle arguments,” Sunflower says with a smile
  1431. >Cel nods
  1432. >”While I agree that my little sunshine can be a bit much at times—”
  1433. >”Lies and slander.”
  1434. >”—I don't think that biting him is the best course of action... Rather, if you really want get back at him...”
  1435. >Her smile grows exponentially
  1436. >”Just embarrass him!”
  1437. >Anon looks up from his dinner, eyes narrowed
  1438. >”Whoah there, tiger—”
  1439. >”Speaking of which, Lulu,” Cel continues on without missing a beat, eyes now focused on you, “did I ever tell you about how just last week Anon left a few tabs open when he went to go get a haircut?”
  1440. >That gets you to raise a brow as a smile graces your face
  1441. >This is getting good
  1442. “No, I can’t say you did…”
  1443. >Anon physically stiffens at this, his cheeks now sporting a dash of red
  1444. >”Mom, no, don’t you dare.”
  1445. >”Mom, yes!” Sunflower says with a chuckle
  1446. >She looks between the two, her warm smile giving way to a certain something in her eyes
  1447. >”Now, Anon,” she says, “we’re going to have a good hike tomorrow, and there will be no biting, yes?”
  1448. >Her son looks at her
  1449. >He then looks at the Trixie, her cheeks filled like a squirrel’s as she gives him a smug look
  1450. >With a sigh does he return his gaze to Cel
  1451. >”Yep.”
  1452. >The look on Trixie’s face tells you that nothing good can come of this
  1453. >The five of you soon lapse into silence while finishing your meals, the crackling of the fire mixing nicely with the all-encompassing sound of rustling foliage from the wind
  1454. >Before long, though, Sunflower’s photo is all ready for viewing and she hands it between you and Cel
  1455. >Cel gives a low, “Awww!” while you smile warmly at the sight
  1456. >Feels like just yesterday when you all went on this camping trip for this first time
  1457. >...Maybe you’ll have to ask Sunflower to let you see her collages again?
  1458. >They were so cute when they were little
  1459. >You blink at the sound of a yawn
  1460. >That yawn passes
  1461. >Soon enough people are getting up from their seats and stretching, Anon collecting the plates and such
  1462. >W-what
  1463. >You wanted some stories around the campfire!
  1464. >When it comes time for Anon to take your plate and silverware, you give him a smile and a nod
  1465. >He returns it, and, as your hands briefly touch with the transfer, you feel just a bit warmer
  1466. >You tempt the idea of walking with him to the stream in order to get a bit of alone time
  1467. >But, just as you make to rise from your seat, he’s long gone in the direction of the stream
  1468. >Sunflower quickly makes for her tent with a goodnight to everyone
  1469. >Cel is next to head in for the night, herself just getting done with securing the food up high off of a branch
  1470. >She heads into the tent you’ve always shared together, the thing zipping up behind her
  1471. >That leaves you and Trixie, the later of which has eyes darting to and fro where Anonymous was last-seen
  1472. >Reaching into your jacket and producing a flask, you take a drink before sighing
  1473. “Good night, Trixie.”
  1474. >She smiles
  1475. >”Sweet dreams, dearest aunt.”
  1476. >And, with that, you take off your boots before heading into your tent
  1477. >Hopefully you’ll have some spare time with him later…
  1478. >...
  1479. >......
  1480. >You are Anonymous
  1481. >And, fuck, do you hate the dark
  1482. >Not because you’re scared about what it’ll hold, but more so because you keep tripping on shit
  1483. >Feels like you can’t go five paces without nearly falling on your face
  1484. >Every root, rock, and stray stick somehow finds its way beneath your boots
  1485. >Just as you’re ready to curse a rather large rock that got in your way, however, you catch sight of the campsite and the warm glow of the campfire
  1486. >Thank Jebus
  1487. >Before long do you find yourself in front of the campfire
  1488. >Oddly enough, there are no smores or stories being told
  1489. >In their place is your cousin, a tired smile on her face as she looks up at you
  1490. >She kicks her legs lazily in her seat and offers a small wave
  1491. >”Have fun?”
  1492. >You scoff
  1493. >Heading over to your pack, you open it up before shoving that shit in for the night
  1494. >You’ll be using it again for breakfast, so no point in properly stowing it
  1495. “Yeah, totally, you should have been there.”
  1496. >You crack your back and head to the fire
  1497. “Met a guy named Bigby along the way, apparently he was looking for some ‘Crooked Guy’.”
  1498. >It hisses and crackles as you pour a bit of water on it before offering it a few stomps
  1499. >”Really?” she asks, now standing and at your side
  1500. >Before long the camp is only lit by the moonlight
  1501. “Fuck no.”
  1502. >The two of you make way for the tent, toss your bags in, and take your boots off before heading in
  1503. >You empty your pockets and settle into your sleeping bag with a sigh
  1504. >Before long Trixie is next to you, herself beside you in her own bag, and a bout of silence roles in
  1505. >It’s long enough to let you appreciate the ambient sounds of nature from all around, but is soon interrupted by a whisper
  1506. >”Anonymous?”
  1507. >You yawn
  1508. “Yeah?”
  1509. >”Trixie, in her haste to pack, forgot to pack her pillow.”
  1510. >You turn to look at her
  1511. >You can just barely make out her eyes in the dark
  1512. “Then use your bag as a pillow.”
  1513. >”Trixie is comfortable, and her bag is all the way down by her weary feet.”
  1514. “Then take a note from me and use your arm.”
  1515. >She reaches out to poke the arm that lays underneath your head, fingers caressing the muscles
  1516. >”Trixie’s arms lack the definition that yours have.”
  1517. >You don’t say anything
  1518. >Trixie scoots close before resting her head on your chest
  1519. >”This will suffice.”
  1520. >You blink at her, contemplate resistance, and accept it without too much fuss
  1521. >She gives a gentle sigh, relaxing into you with a nuzzle
  1522. >”Good night, Anonymous.”
  1523. “G’night.”
  1524. >You close your eyes and drift away to the sound of her breathing
  1525. >...Or, well, at least you try to drift away into the dream world
  1526. >Instead you’re just left laying there
  1527. >You slip an arm around her warm body and pull her close
  1528. >After what feels like the third hour of idle thoughts and listening to her breathing, you settle in for the long haul
  1529. >As you lay and think about what’s going to happen tomorrow, however, your thoughts always come back to one thing
  1530. >That thing is how she licked your finger earlier today
  1531. >The look in her eyes…
  1532. >The memory itself brings little Anon to attention, much to your horror, and it doesn’t help that she’s in your arms
  1533. >And, with thoughts about how easy it would be to lead the impressionable cousin to give into carnal pleasures, if only for a few simple minutes, you rest your head and gently draw circles in her back

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