Double Suncest by Frostybox


                                            >You take a deep breath and hold it.

                                            >Hand reaches out and curls up into a fist.

                                            >You hover it over the plain looking front door.

                                            >C’mon Sunset, just knock.

                                            >That’s pretty easy to do.

                                            >Just…

                                            >You retract your hand and clutch it to your chest while letting out the breath you were holding.

                                            “I-I can’t-“

                                            >You are cut off by a gentle grip on your shoulders.

                                            >Looking up you see the calm smiling face of Principal Celestia.

                                            >”Yes you can. I’ve spoken to them at length about your… predicament. They have been nothing but positive about this.”

                                            “But Principal Celestia-”

                                            >”Sunset, in all my time as Principal of Canterlot High School I have never seen a student show as much potential as I have seen in you.”

                                            >Yeah, potential world ending disasters maybe…

                                            >She gives your shoulders a firm squeeze.

                                            >”Potential, Sunset, is only that. Where that potential ends is up to you, good or bad. The coming semester will be trying, but I’m confident that you will not only meet my expectations, but exceed them.”

                                            >You can feel a pang in your heart.

                                            >From the way she stands over you, with the light breeze in the air, her mane- hair, almost seems to shimmer.

                                            >She really does share more than a namesake.

                                            >Principal Celestia smiles, “But that, is a whole break away. Right now, you need time to recover and reconnect. And knocking on that door there is the first step.”

                                            >You look from her back to the door and let out a small sigh.

                                            >Principal Celestia releases your shoulders as you step forward again.

                                            >You take a deep breath and hold it.

                                            >Hand reaches out and curls up into a fist.

                                            *Knock knock*

                                            >You hear activity coming from inside the house, hushed mumbles and footsteps.

                                            >”-hair okay?”

                                            >”-’s great honey can we-“

                                            >”ou sure? First impressions and all-“

                                            >”-om! Can you just open the door-” a familiar voice grumbles, and gradually gets louder as the door swings inward.

                                            >You are turning away from the woman standing next to you and looking ahead.

                                            >”-Already?” you trail off as your eyes come to focus…

                                            >On yourself.

                                            >Wow, okay this is…

                                            >”Creepy.”

                                            >Weird.

                                            >You look at yourself on the other side of the doorway, standing next to an older couple that seem familiar.

                                            >”Well gosh almighty would you look at that?” the elder woman exclaims.

                                            >She steps outside through the doorway.

                                            >It’s no barrier but the shock of seeing “you” on the other side almost feels like there should be.

                                            >The woman steps right up to you and scans you over with her eyes.

                                            >The familiar sea-foam green orbs look you up and down, she raises a hand over her mouth and her eyes begin to shimmer with tears.

                                            >You look at her for as long as you can but soon find yourself welling up with emotion.

                                            >The longer you look the more you can start to match the familiar features with your own mother.

                                            >Even the little wrinkle in her nose when she’s smiling.

                                            >She opens her arms wide and you can’t help but lean forward and allow yourself to be embraced by them.

                                            >You bury your face into this woman’s shoulder and sob quietly while being surrounded by the familiar cinnamon scent your mother always had.

                                            >She pulls you back slowly and you clear your vision of tears to find that the other two have also stepped outside.

                                            >The man rests a firm hand on your shoulder with the exact same pressure that your father would use.

                                            >You throw your arms around his waist and give him a quick squeeze.

                                            >He steps back and allows “you” to step into view.

                                            >You are still reeling upon seeing her, you.

                                            >She leans one way while you lean another.

                                            >The both of you circle around taking in every detail.

                                            >You are looking for something other than clothing to differentiate yourself from this world’s Sunset Shimmer and you can only assume she’s doing the same.

                                            >It’s futile though, down the even the stray hairs on your head, you are just the same as she is.

                                            >That is until she crosses her arms, you can see a reminder of yourself that you’d rather not see.

                                            >A familiar sharpness in her eyes, the same aura of disdain you had for everyone at Canterlot High surrounds her.

                                            >And you know exactly how to dull that sharp-

                                            >Well, you knew how to...

                                            >Until Twilight came and took everyth- saved you from yourself…

                                            >”Well well, hearing and seeing are two very different things. No matter how much I thought I prepared myself for this… Do you call yourself Sunset as well?”

                                            >You blink away the strange feeling that comes with hearing your voice not come from your mouth.

                                            “Y-yes. I um…It’s nice to meet you.”

                                            >You hold up a hand towards her.

                                            >She eyes you up and down before they settle on your outstretched hand.

                                            >You can see her lip curl but a deep voice from inside the house draws yours. and everyone else’s attention.

                                            >”Hey is she here yet? Why is the door-“

                                            >Your eyes widen as you take in the sight of the young man walking towards you all from inside the house.

                                            >He approaches not with the reservation that “you” had but rather with a sort of carefree confidence.

                                            >”Whoa! No way! Mom, Dad, you guys are seeing this too right?” he exclaims loudly.

                                            >They both roll their eyes, “No son, despite being the last one to the door, you are the first to see this” the older man responds sarcastically.

                                            >The young man rolls his eyes and parts his parents aside so he can walk right up to you.

                                            >His eyes look from “you” to you and back again.

                                            >He puts a finger to his lips and hums.

                                            >Slowly he moves his hand away from his face and allows the finger to hover in the air while still humming, there’s an exaggerated look of concentration on his face.

                                            >It’s enough that you can’t help but smile a little at his antics.

                                            >His emerald green eyes twinkle with joy and he points in your direction, “You. You’re the new one.”

                                            >”Geez Anonymous, how’d you figure that one out?” other Sunset asks him with a slight irritation in her voice.

                                            >Anonymous. His name is Anonymous...

                                            >He smiles, "Because she’s not tired of me just yet like you are sis” he responds, “not yet anyway” he adds with a playful wink.

                                            >You have to stifle a giggle from escaping your lips.

                                            >A hand is extended out towards you, “My name’s Anonymous. I’m Sunset’s older brother and… I guess yours too?” he asks with an adorable confused squeak.

                                            >He raises a questioning eyebrow in Principal Celestia’s direction.

                                            >You forgot she was standing there behind you this whole time.

                                            >You step a little to the side of her and allow her to address the rest of the family before you.

                                            >”Why don’t we go inside and discuss it.”despite the words themselves being phrased as a question, everyone understands them as the statement she intended.

                                            >You walk beside Principal Celestia.

                                            >The mother and father of this family begin making small talk and giving a makeshift tour of the home as you are all walking inside.

                                            >You watch as Sunset maintains her gaze on you slightly longer than what seems necessary as she turns around to walk inside.

                                            >It’s like looking at a video of yourself from just a month ago.

                                            >A gentle nudge to your arm draws your attention to your other side.

                                            >”Hey, don’t dwell too much on my little sister, she’ll come around.”

                                            >Anonymous is walking beside you with a cheerful smile on his face, “And until then, you’ve got me at least, other sis.”

                                            >Other… sis?

                                            >After everything you’ve been through lately, hearing a friendly title thrown your way feels really good.


                                            >”So, Sunset, this is where you’ll be staying.” Mrs. Shimmer says as she opens the door in front of you.

                                            >Inside other you is laying in the bottom bunk in the room texting, she looks over at you both with a very well disguised sour look on her face.

                                            >”Now I know it’s not perfect, but we simply don’t have the space to give you a room of your own and we thought it might be a good idea to have you room with, well… you” she follows her joke with an airy giggle that sounds just like home.

                                            >”Shimmy-“

                                            >”Mom!” Sunset snaps back at her mother.

                                            >So she goes with Shimmy, not Sunny like your mom does-

                                            >Oh, that makes you a little sad to remember...

                                            >”-Get to know each other a little and decide how you’re going to share this room okay?”

                                            >She huffs and returns her attention to her phone while Mrs. Shimmer places a gentle hand on your shoulder, “If you need anything dear, I’ll be right downstairs okay?”

                                            >You nod and she gently closes the door behind you.

                                            >The awkwardness in here is so thick that you could almost choke on it.

                                            >You’re pretty sure Shimmy would rather you did.

                                            >”Bottom bunk is mine” Sunset announces, not looking up from her phone.

                                            “Oh, yeah, sure.” you respond as friendly as can muster.

                                            >”It’s bigger, and since this was my room to begin with I deserve it.”

                                            “R-right… sorry” you respond sheepishly.

                                            >Principal Celestia didn’t tell you you’d be sharing a room with this world’s Sunset Shimmer, though its likely she didn’t know it would turn out that way either.

                                            >She hums noncommittally to your apology.

                                            >You shift your weight from one foot to the other for a good bit, not entirely sure how to move the conversation along.

                                            >”Man you’re really quiet aren’t you?”

                                            “Oh, uh, sorry I-“

                                            >”And you’re sorry all the time. You nearly wiped out an entire school and come from a magic world. I’d have thought you’d have more backbone than that.”

                                            >In quick succession she surgically targeted all the things you didn’t want to confront.

                                            >You try to keep a straight face, knowing that’s what she’s likely after but you can’t keep your knees from going weak.

                                            >She looks over at you and sneers, “I guess my whole room got changed around so you can be here to grow one huh?”

                                            “Uh, n-no! I was…”

                                            >She looks like she’s not paying attention but you can tell that she’s focused on every word that comes out of your mouth, waiting to use them against you some how.

                                            >You breath in to calm yourself.

                                            >Let the silence hang in the air just long enough to make her stop pretending she’s not listening.

                                            “I’m here because they’re scared I might do something worse” you respond, in your old cool collected voice.

                                            >Sunset sits up in her bed and looks you in the eyes.

                                            >They bore into you, looking for any chink in your armor.

                                            >When she finds nothing she can use she pretends to lose interest and flops unceremoniously onto her bed.

                                            >”Psh, yeah, sure.”

                                            >She raises a hand and waves in the direction of the closet beside you “Left side is mine, right side’s yours. Don’t touch my things and definitely stay out of my drawers in the dresser. Got it?”

                                            “Yup, got it.”

                                            >You pick up your duffle bag and carry it over to the closet, out of the corner of your eye you can see Sunset peeking at you under the continued guise of looking at her phone.

                                            >Okay so that wasn’t the “right” way to handle that, but what else were you supposed to do?

                                            >Twilight said to 'seek out friendship’ but how in the hay are you supposed to do that with “you”?

                                            >It’s not like you can hit Shimmy with a rainbow beam or anything.

                                            >You remove everything that needs hanging from your bag, which really just means your jacket.

                                            >A small stride across the room and you are standing in front of the dresser.

                                            >You know she’s watching you, you can feel her eyes on your back.

                                            >You’d be the same way, eyeing her like she were a piece of meat, because as far as you cared that’s what she would’ve been to you.

                                            >The right thing to do is politely ask which drawers are yours so you can stay out of hers like she asked.

                                            >But, if you want to push her back from this conquering mentality she has…

                                            >”Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

                                            >Shimmy storms over while you are looking over the rows of neatly folded panties.

                                            >Each of them bearing the color or logo of your cutie mark somewhere on them.

                                            >She slams the drawer shut and glares at you.

                                            “You seemed to be very absorbed in your game or conversation and I didn’t want to bother you” you explain.

                                            >Her nostrils flair as she breathes a puff of hot air that tickles your neck, “Your drawers are on the right. I would think that didn’t need stating since I already told you the layout of the closet.” she huffs before returning to her bed and flopping down into it.

                                            >You turn away from her and set your bag down on top of the dresser and open the right drawers to disperse the few things you have among them.

                                            >Shortly after you’ve put away everything in the bag away.

                                            >Well, all save for one.

                                            >Your leather-bound journal.

                                            >It’s been with you since leaving Equestria and for whatever reason you could never force yourself to get rid of it.

                                            >A sign of weakness you used to think, having a failsafe in case you faced an obstacle you couldn’t overcome.

                                            >But now it feels like the opposite, a source of strength, a reminder that you’re not totally alone, even in the face of your biggest obstacle, yourself.

                                            >You climb up into the top bunk and lovingly tuck it under your pillow just like you had done with that ratty old bundle of blankets in the Canterlot High gymnasium.

                                            >From up above you can see almost every inch of the room, save for Sunset directly beneath you of course, but if you lean just a bit to the side you can barely make out her arm hanging over the edge of her bed.

                                            >The door to what is now your shared room opens and Anonymous stands at it’s doorway.

                                            >”Hey sis!” he chirps, eyes looking downward relative to you, “Hey uh, Sunset?” he greets looking up at you now.

                                            >Your chest feels lighter upon hearing some positivity enter this negative space, you give him a meek smile and wave.

                                            >”What do you want Anon? Can’t you see we’re bonding or whatever” Sunset responds.

                                            >”Oh yeah totally, really great effort your putting in there little sister. Sunset here looks totally at home, isn’t that right Sunny?”

                                            >Sunny? Did he just-

                                            >”Anywho, mom and dad said that dinner is going to be ready in an hour and to ask if you have any allergies Sunset.”

                                            >You shake your head.

                                            “No, I don’t think so.”

                                            >”Great! Though honestly it doesn’t really matter what your answer was going to be.”

                                            >He leans back, gripping the doorframe in one hand for support he cups his free hand over his mouth and calls out down the hall.

                                            >You can catch a small glimpse of his flat stomach peeking out through the hem of his shirt, his chest expands as he takes in a breath to call out “Hey ma! She said that green beans don’t really sit well with her!”

                                            >Wait what?!

                                            >Before you can respond he’s already turned back and is jingling a set of keys in your direction, a coy smile plastered on his face.

                                            >From downstairs you can hear his mom calling back, “Oh really? Well, go and take her somewhere then. We’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

                                            >He nods in the direction of the doorway and follows it with the rest of his body, leaning past the doorway and slipping out.

                                            >You sit there somewhat dumbfounded for a moment.

                                            >Beneath you a frustrated huff can be heard.

                                            >You decide to take the more appealing offer and scurry your way down the ladder ignoring your counterpart’s subdued displeasured.

                                            >”We’ll be back in a few ma!” Anonymous calls into the house while holding the front door open for you.

                                            >”Okay honey, drive carefully.”

                                            >”You got it!”

                                            >You see one of the cars in the driveway’s lights flash and hear the faint click of the locks, so you start heading in that direction.

                                            >Anonymous skirts around to the driver’s side and you open the door to the passenger’s.

                                            >”Alright, anything you’re in the mood for?”

                                            >You think on it for a bit.

                                            >Eating out wasn’t a common thing for you, leaving the school and not getting back in time meant you slept outside.

                                            >Usually you had someone bring you a number 4, whatever it was from wherever they went and hoped for the best while never letting anyone on.

                                            “I’m uh, not sure… what’s around?”

                                            >He begins listing off places, a LOT of places.

                                            >Too many, what’s a Subiznos?

                                            “Oh! There, that sounds good” you exclaim after he lists someplace.

                                            >”Custard King?”

                                            “Yeah” you half mumble.

                                            >He smiles, “I like your taste other sis. Custard King it is! Buckle up.”

                                            >You look around for the seat belt but don’t find it attached to the side wall like in all the other cars you’ve seen.

                                            >Where in Tartarus is it?

                                            >You look up and back on the wall again to double check that it’s there.

                                            >Anonymous is looking at you oddly.

                                            >Embarrassment floods your cheeks.

                                            >He then smiles and reaches a hand out towards you.

                                            >Fingers held out like he’s going to grip something, his hand is approaching your chest.

                                            >You can feel your breathing suddenly get heavy, your face hot.

                                            >Wh-what is he-

                                            >His hand hovers over your chest…

                                            >Then continues on past it, he snakes his hand around your shoulder and you hear the familiar sound of cloth sliding against itself.

                                            >He retracts his hand and holds a tan colored seatbelt in his hand.

                                            >You follow it back and see that it was flush with the back edge of the seat.

                                            >In your flustered state you completely missed it.

                                            >”One thing I really don’t like about this car, is definitely the seatbelts. Here.”

                                            >He holds it out for you to take, you trail your hand down the length and grab the actual buckle piece and click yourself in.

                                            >Anonymous smiles, not in a mocking kind of way like you would have done, but a genuine smile as if he were just content that you’re now safer than before.

                                            >He reverses out of the driveway and takes you down a road you don’t know.

                                            >”So…” he opens with after several minutes of silent driving, “You’re uh, going to be living with us now.”

                                            “Mmhmm” you respond.

                                            >”What do you think? Step up from living in the school right?”

                                            >You were about to give him a plain answer before he added that last bit that has now tripped you up.

                                            >Anonymous picks up on that and immediately adds on a slightly panicked, “Oh! Uh, sorry! I didn’t mean to be an ass-“

                                            "It’s okay Anonymous. It IS a step up from that, honestly…” you mumble.

                                            >He chuckles, as a nervous habit you assume.

                                            >”You can call me Anon, by the way, or big bro if you want.”

                                            >Big Bro...

                                            >”Do I have a pony version?” he asks.

                                            “Wh-what?” you ask having been drawn from that little daydream.

                                            >”Well you’re a pony right? From a magic pony world? There’s you and mom and dad obviously, but am I there too?”

                                            >You clear your throat.

                                            “No, I never had a brother. It was just me, my mom and dad.”

                                            >Anon hums, “I kind of figured about as much, you looked more confused than shocked when we met.”

                                            >You tap your hands on your knees while the car is stopped at a red light, the car rattles slightly when it isn’t moving you’ve noticed.

                                            >”What do you think of my sister? You two like… syncing up or anything weird like that?” he asks with a joking smile.

                                            >You smile back, but that quickly fades when you start thinking of how exactly to respond to that.

                                            >'Yes she’s as much of a bitch as I was and kind of still am?’

                                            >Probably not the right approach.

                                            “She’s…”

                                            >You struggle to think of a good response.

                                            >”Grumpy? Prickly? Aggressive?”

                                            >A soft noise escapes your lips

                                            >Anon suppresses a snicker

                                            “All three?” you squeak out

                                            >Anon laughs deeply then gradually gets quiet while also dropping his smile, “Mom and dad had trouble having a baby.”

                                            >This strikes a chord with you, you remember hearing the same thing from your parents.

                                            >He glances over at you, there’s a questioning look on his face.

                                            >You nod, confirming his unspoken thought.

                                            >It was the same for you, your parent’s considered you a true blessing.

                                            >”And just when they were about to give up hope, they had me.”

                                            >A bittersweet feeling overcomes you, you know what he’s going to say next.

                                            >”I was a damned miracle to them. Everything I needed and plenty of things I didn’t were mine.”

                                            >You nod slowly, thinking back to your own upbringing.

                                            >You don’t recall ever thinking you received things you didn’t earn though, not at the time.

                                            >”Then a little over two years later, I got something else, a little sister.”

                                            >He’s quiet for a moment, thinking, as given by the fact that he sat at the green light long enough to get honked.

                                            >”Growing up, kids in school were usually jealous, and they weren’t too subtle about letting either of us know it too.”

                                            >Those foals were beneath you, they were right to be envious of your stature.

                                            >At least that’s what you convinced yourself of.

                                            >”So for a long while, she was my best friend. We took care of each other...”

                                            >How then did she turn out exactly like you did when she had-

                                            >”Or I guess I should say that, I took care of her” he adds.

                                            >He pauses again, face twisted in thoughts.

                                            >Soon after waiting for a left turn he continues, “I was the miracle child, she’s just their daughter.”

                                            >And now you understand…

                                            >”I know they love her, of course they love her, but being away on business all the time like they are… well, it boils down our childhood into key moments and in all of those Shimmy was left wanting and sad.”

                                            >The approval of those you regard highly.

                                            >Seeking it drove you, made you push yourself harder than anypony who ever came before you, go places where nopony would dare go...

                                            >And you learned that there was good reason for that path being the one less traveled.

                                            >”She turned bitter, stopped seeing me as her best friend. She saw me differently and everyone else as competition...”

                                            >You can see the sadness in his beautiful green eyes.

                                            >Your heart aches, both for him and your counterpart.

                                            >He blinks it away and turns to face you with a weak smile.

                                            >The car stops rumbling and turns off.

                                            >You look outside the window and see that you’ve arrived at the Custard King.

                                            >”So, that’s the little rundown of things that you won’t get from my folks and definitely not my sister. I hope you’ll keep it in mind and not let things get to you if they seem a little heavy. We’re all good people at heart I think.”

                                            “Anonym- Anon…” you start, but have no idea how to continue.

                                            >What could you say to him?

                                            >You’re barely realizing that what you’d done all this time was wrong.

                                            >Good people at heart?

                                            >For him maybe, seeing the treatment you got from others, by loving and caring for you, he skipped the “demons” and-

                                            >Her.

                                            >You meant her, your counterpart…

                                            >He loved and cared for HER-

                                            >You are enveloped in a comforting warmth, you focus on what’s going on outside your head and find yourself looking over his shoulder while his strong arms surround you.

                                            >”Hope I’m not coming off too strong, you just looked a little overwhelmed and like you could use a hug, and since it’s my fault you’re like that I figured...”

                                            >The tingling coming from everywhere he’s making contact with you, and the satisfaction you feel being surrounded by his warmth tells you that he figured correctly.

                                            >Slowly you snake you arms around to his firm back and bring yourself in just a little closer.

                                            >Anon hums contentedly, “Its been so long since my little sister has ever hugged me back like this…”

                                            >Your heart skips a beat and you can feel your face get warmer, and you know it’s not the heat coming from his cheek against yours.

                                            >He breaks the hug and quickly leans back onto his side of the car, a sheepish look on his face as he looks into your eyes, “Oh, n-not that I meant you are… I uh, realize I never got your approval on the “other sis” thing…”

                                            >You want to tell him that it made you feel the happiest than you’ve been in a while, the last time being when you were a demon with unlimited power...

                                            >Deciding not to be that descriptive you go for a more tempered response.

                                            “It’s okay, I guess I don’t mind.”

                                            >He smiles and opens the car door, “Great! Let’s get our grub on!”

                                            >You swallow nervously when you see that there’s no line inside the Custard King and that the menu board is MASSIVE!

                                            >”Welcome to Custard King, may I take your order?” the person behind the counter asks as Anon walks up to the counter with you trailing in slowly behind him.

                                            >”Yeah I-“ he trails off while looking back at your confused face, “-‘ll have a number four and she’ll have a number two.”

                                            >Number two?

                                            >It’s a cheeseburger meal, doesn’t look like anything special.

                                            >Although it does have-

                                            >”Without pickles and a junior caramel custard too.”

                                            >Wha-

                                            >He pays for the order and hands you a cup, “It’s what Shimmy likes, figured you’d like it too.”

                                            >You take the cup and wait for him to join you.

                                            >He gets the receipt and change from the worker and begins walking to the drink machines.

                                            >You find you are holding the cup close to your chest and quickly lower it while caching up to Anon.

                                            >He mixes two of the drinks in his cup and takes a cautious sip before smiling to himself and reaching for a lid.

                                            >You mirror his movements and fill your cup with the same two drinks and give it a try.

                                            >The taste of artificial cherries? and… Limes? nearly makes you gag.

                                            >Anon watches the face you make after sipping from your cup and chuckles.

                                            >”It’s an acquired taste Shim- Sunset.”

                                            >You wrinkle your nose and feel a slight bit of guilt pouring the drink down the drain to fill it up with regular cola.

                                            >The worker calls out your order number and you help Anon carry the food back to the car.

                                            >He suggests you eat the custard on the way home so it doesn’t make a mess.

                                            >You do…

                                            >And it is AMAZING!

                                            >Anon seems to get swept up in your joy upon eating such a delicious treat.

                                            >It’s almost as good as honey tipped hay!

                                            >You arrive back uneventfully, most of the ride back was quiet because you were too busy savoring your custard.

                                            >Anon is scolded for picking up food for himself by his mother, but he plays it down by telling her he needed the carbs for swimming which she buys.

                                            >Only further confirming what you and Anon talked about on the car ride.

                                            >You run upstairs to put on a slightly nicer shirt since, at a glance, the parents seemed to be dressed up.

                                            >At the top of the stairs, you learned from the tour that Anon’s room is down the hall on the right and across from him is the parent’s room.

                                            >On the left is yours and Shimmy’s room and the bathroom you’re both going to share.

                                            >You waltz over to the room and reach for the door handle, but stop one you realize it’s not shut and when you thought you heard a small squeak come from inside the room.

                                            >You look back down the hall to make sure no-one is coming and hear another sound inside the room by the time you turn back to face the door.

                                            >Using the frame to brace yourself you lean in and peek in through the crack in the door.

                                            >You have to bite your lip to suppress a gasp escaping your mouth.

                                            >Inside you are-

                                            >SHE, Sunset, the OTHER Sunset is…

                                            >One hand is quickly rubbing the shiny slick skin between your- HER legs.

                                            >The other is holding a bundle of cloth to her face, she’s using it to stifle the little squeaks and breathy moans coming out of her mouth.

                                            >You stand there mesmerized, watching her ravish your body with those lithe fingers.

                                            >Burying more of them and deeper than you though was possible.

                                            >Her hips thrust into the open air while her face remains buried in that bundle of green cloth.

                                            >You can feel an intense heat on your face.

                                            >And elsewhere too…

                                            >You find yourself licking your lips when your name is called from downstairs.

                                            >You jump to attention and turn back to face the stairs.

                                            “I’m just going to get a change of clothes! I’ll be right down!”

                                            >You stand there awkwardly for a moment, trying to think of what your next move should be.

                                            >She clearly must have heard you outside her door just now.

                                            >So hopefully she’s… stopped.

                                            >You knock on the door quietly.

                                            “Are you changing too? Can I come in?”

                                            >You are met with a breathy response, “Yeah… changing.”

                                            >You wait for a moment and are nearly bowled over as your counterpart bursts out of the room.

                                            >Her clothes are wrinkled and hastily thrown on, her hair is matted to her neck and all messy, and you catch a hint of her arousal trailing behind her as she continues across the hall into the bathroom.

                                            >The door slams shut behind her.

                                            >You casually stroll into the room and make for your side of the dresser.

                                            >As you are crossing the room your curiosity gets the better of you and you step over to her bunk.

                                            >The sheets are odorous and you can see a small patch of dampness that is hastily covered with sheets.

                                            >Beneath her pillow is the bright green cloth she was burying her face in.

                                            >You look back to the door and then down again to the master cloth.

                                            >Lifting up the pillow reveals… well mystery cloth.

                                            >It looks like a pair of boxers or at least oversized boyshorts, patterned all over them are question marks.

                                            >You've seen most of her underwear earlier and she certainly didn't have any with that pattern on them

                                            >So who’s symbol could they belong to?


                                            >Dinner goes over somewhat awkwardly