>The door your bedroom opens.
>Anon walks in, over then top of your monitor you can see his face go from neutral, to shock, then displeasure.
>He scans around the room once, then looks down at you with a frown on his face.
>"Moondancer!"
>You return to your screen, this code isn't going to write itself.
"What is it Anon?"
>You can hear his barefeet stomping on the hardwood floor, getting louder and louder as he approaches.
>"Aah!" Anon yelps as you hear a clatter of porcelain and metal sound out from beyond your computer.
>Some thumps that sound like they might be hopping on one foot.
>"What the hell?! Oh god, is that... was that food?!"
>Your hear hones in on the last word.
"Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I was going to throw that out but..."
>Oh, damn made a mistake.
>Your fingers correct the error before it would've become a huge problem and then continue to fly over the keys.
>Anon is still buzzing on about something but you've tuned him out.
>All you can hear are the sweet clicks of your keys.
>"-Dancer!"
"Aah!"
>You jump and fall over from the sudden yelling in your ear.
>Anon is towering over you with a deep frown on his face.
>His bright green eyes burn with a fiery intensity.
>They pierce right through you, every inch that they scan over.
>Until they travel low enough anyway, then they sort of glaze over and Anon hastily looks away.
>"Are you so lazy that you can't even put on some damn pants?!" he huffs.
>You look down and see your pasty legs.
>The panties you've been wearing for the last... uh, how long? Even under the faint light of your screen you can see a few stains on them.
>You pull your sweater down and tuck yourself up some to cover yourself more.
>Holding the sweater with one hand, you adjust your glasses back to where they were with the other.
>Your little brother is fuming across from you.
"Wh-what's wrong Anon?"
>He crosses his arms, "What's wrong? What's wrong?! Are you seriously going to ask me what's wrong?!"
>You scramble to your feet and stand yourself up tall.
>Only to come up to about his chest.
>Still...
>You poke him viciously.
"Hey! Don't talk to your big sister like that!"
>He slaps away your hand, you quickly bring it to your chest and hug it with your other hand to alleviate the sting.
>Anon turns to face you fully now, his eyes bore into yours.
>"I'll talk however I want, I'm not talking to my big sister, I'm talking to a big bum!"
>Your face burns up, you pull your sweater down over your tush.
"I-It is not big!"
>Anon's face now starts to flush with color, "I didn't mean your ass Moondancer! Just look at this place!"
>He throws out his arms, presenting the entirety of your room to you.
>You look around.
>The monitor of laptop shines on your legs and further beyond towards your bed.
>Sheets and blankets are all piled up against the wall.
>Under the bed you can see clothes that you had shoved under there.
>Clean ones though... or did those go into the-
>You look towards the closet, it too has clothing pouring out through the barely closed door.
>And are those... old pizza boxes?
>Your eyes scan the other walls.
>Broken or old computer parts.
>Clothes.
>Food containers and TONS of dew cans scattered everywhere.
>And that's just what you can see through the dim light of your monitor.
"I-It's fine... I don't know what you're talking about?" you respond, feeling embarrassment flood your cheeks.
>"Fine?! Moonie, do you have any idea how much it smells in here?!"
"Alright! Geez, I get it! I let my room go... a little."
>You lower your head in shame, you can see a shimmer on Anon's foot and you think maybe a noodle stuck between his toes.
>Anon sighs, "Jesus sis, I know that work gives you a lot to deal with because you requested to work from home but... is it so demanding that you have to live like this?"
>Anon's eyes have softened now, he looks at you with concern that no porn star could match during your 'lonely times'.
>You swallow nervously.
"Uh, y-yeah! I don't- they expect so much of me that I just... lose track of things that aren't work y-y'know?" you mumble, rubbing your arm as your unease builds in your gut.
>"This is some bullshit."
>You tense up.
>Why did you try to lie?
>You are a terrible liar!
>Anon's hands grasp your shoulders firmly, he pulls you right up close to him.
>The clean minty scent of his body cuts through to stale air, assaulting your nose in the most heavenly way.
>He shakes you gently.
>"Moondancer, you have got to tell that company that they can't treat you like this! It's... it's absolutely horrid!"
>He's trembling with anger now.
>At a company that doesn't deserve it...
>His nose wrinkles and he releases you while taking some steps back.
>"Ugh sis you..."
>You try to nonchalantly sniff your pits.
>The thickness of your sweater must surely be making it worse than it is right?
>The sour flowery stench would probably be very faint if you had just worn a shirt right?
>"Listen Moonie, I... feel kind of guilty for not realizing how bad your situation is."
"Anon-"
>"No, I don't want to hear otherwise okay?!" he growls, a moment passes as his demeanor becomes more relaxed and his head lowers, "I just started college, joined some clubs, my friends and I can hang out way more now that we don't have to be in school all day..."
>...Must be nice...
>"And I wouldn't be able to do any of that if mom and dad hadn't let me move in with you after they moved away. And I pay you back by..."
>His fits is clenched so tightly that his hand is shaking.
>He's really beating himself up over this...
>You made him feel this way.
>Your stomach twists up again.
>This is too much for you to handle right now.
>You just want to be alone and-
>A warmth around your hands.
>Anon's hands?
>You follow them up.
>Firm forearms.
>Thick upper arms.
>Broad shoulders...
>Strong angled jaw.
>Small patch of fuzz on his cheeks.
>Fuzz that would tickle if it brushed against your cheek.
>Or your... thighs.
>Lips curled into a frown.
>Remorseful eyes.
>Your heart aches in your chest.
>You can't keep looking into those emerald jewels.
>Nerves build up under your skin.
>"Tell you what, sis, why don't I help you clean up your room? Think you can take some time away from your laptop?"
>You break his grasp and push him back.
>He stands there completely baffled.
>You feel sick.
>Want to be alone.
>Don't want to make Anon feel any worse for you.
>Just want to sit in front of your computer.
>Maybe look for a hentai to rub yourself fuzzy-headed.
>One with a green eyed protag-
>You shake your head empty.
>You look back up at your little brother.
"I-I can't..." the words mumble themselves out of your mouth.
>His head starts to lower.
>No! Don't feel worse!
"I-It's dark! I d-don't want to bother our neighbors, yeah that's it!" you blurt out.
>Anon's face shifts, more confused than hurt.
>Which is better.
>Much better.
"Yeah d-darn... maybe tomorrow I could find the time..."
>Just lock the door behind him and never let him back in.
>Go get food while he's out.
>Then he doesn't have to feel bad because of you.
>"Sis... it's like noon."
>Yes, this is clearly the-
>Wait...
"Wh-what?"
>Anon crosses over to your bed.
>To the pile of clothing and junk next to it.
>He pulls at the top of the pile.
>It topples over and pours onto the ground next to him.
>Your eyes are blinded by a bright light.
>Through squinted eyes and blurry vision you can see a fence and a tree poking up from behind it.
>That was a window?
>Yeah, it was a window.
>You remember getting the apartment kind of cheap because the master bedroom's view was bad.
>Anon turns to face you.
>A proud smile on his face.
>"Alright Moonie, let's get to work yeah?"
>...D-damn it.
 
>You flop forward over onto your pile of dirty clothing and sheets.
>A long low groan escapes your mouth.
>You bury your face into the rank cloths, not even caring about the smell.
>Exhaustion pumps through your veins, making your limbs feel all noodly.
>Two muffled claps sound out near your head making you jump in response.
>Looking up from your pile reveals the source of the noise to have been Anon's hands on either side of your head.
>He's still standing but bent down to have clapped his hands onto your pile.
>A cheeky smile adorns his face.
>Your heart kicks in your chest.
>Your eyes travel down his body.
>Under his chin you can see down the gap in his loose fitting tank top.
>The hairless chest of a young man exposed to you.
>Even under the shade of his clothing you can see outlines of muscle on his body.
>Small sexy man nipples...
>Anon whistles, His hands grab either side of your head and shake you gently.
"Gah! Kn-knock it off!" you whine, batting his hands away.
"Earth to Moondancer, you there sis?"
>You frown up at your brother while he chuckles to himself.
>You adjust your glasses, the adorable cheer on his face is clear to you now.
>His beautiful eyes are brighter than ever now.
>"C'mon, don't give up on me yet, this is the last thing I think. Dishes are in the washer, floor's clean, shelves are organized and cleared up of clutter-"
>Anon sniffs the air, "Smells better in here already, not so... musty" he chirps.
>You slide away from the pile and plant yourself onto the floor, your butt feels kinda cold from the cold hardwood.
>Anon bends down and heaps a big pile of clothing into his big, veiny, thick... a-arms.
>He grunts as he lifts the cloths up, some fall down from the bottom of the bundle in his arms, "I'm gonna pile all this in front of the washer so you can admire having a clean room again okay?"
>You nod as that's the only response yo can muster.
>He smiles, "Be back for the rest in a sec Moonie."
>He tucks the clothing under his chin to keep from dropping any more.
>Your eyes widen at the sight before you.
>Your panties.
>They're just inches away from his mouth...
>Surely he can smell them.
>Smell... you.
>Your heart quickens in your chest.
>You feel suddenly hot under your sweater.
>Images of cleaning with him come to mind.
>The effort of cleaning your room was to much for him so he stripped down to his tank-top underneath, you caught a glimpse of his athletic active body.
>The way he playfully talked the situation down after he found your old dildos, "Hey, we all get urges sis, I know I do..."
>The patient, caring, non-judging look in his eyes.
>Your door creaks open.
>It's then that you realize your hand has traveled under your panties.
>You quickly spin around to face away from your brother and take your hand out.
>A thin strand of arousal connects you to the band of your panties for a long stretch.
>Your fingers are shimmery with your fluid.
>"Sis?"
>You jump and spin back around at Anon's call while tucking your hands behind your back.
>Anon raises brow at you, "You alright? You look kinda flushed."
"U-uh..."
>Anon bundles up the rest of your clothing, you can see the curve of his butt from your side view.
>You force yourself to stop biting your lip when Anon stands back up.
>He walks up to you.
>He's so close now...
>Anon doesn't smell minty anymore, there's a hint of manliness to him now.
>You can the skin on his arms glisten, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead.
>Your eyes follow it down until it slips under his chin.
>It drips down to the floor below, you snap back to the present when you hear his voice.
>"Probably tired huh? This is probably the most activity you've done in a while. I'll loan you some of my clothes, so why don't you go and take a shower?"
>Shower?
>Yes, you can do it in the shower!
>You nod.
>Anon smiles and leaves your room.
>You slip into the shared bathroom and shut the door behind you.
>Your hand slips under the stiff cotton of your panties and immediately begins to gently knead your sensitive button.
>Your breathing gets heavy.
>In the clean smell of the bathroom you can clearly pick up your own stench.
>It must be completely soaked into your filthy sweater.
>But you have only one goal on your mind.
>A finger slips inside, your slick hot walls contract around it briefly.
>Your other hand travels up your sweater.
>Nothing else underneath, it reaches your breast easily.
>You knead your breast, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
>You pull your damp finger out now and rub it against the neighboring one, coating them both in your slickness.
>Both fingers play with the outside of your pussy.
>Spreading your lips apart.
>Pinching the puffy flesh together.
>Kneading it while you pinch your nipple.
>You can feel your juices travel down your groin.
>The slick feeling between your cheeks, coating your pucker, and soaking into your panties is turning you on so much.
>You can't keep yourself from moaning anymore.
>A knock on the door startles you.
>A squeak escapes your lips.
>"Moondancer? You in there?"
"Y-y-yes..." you mumble.
>"Alright, I've got some clothes you can wear while your all wash. I uh... dunno if it makes much of a difference but I added a pair of my boxers too in case you feel weird not wearing any underwear like I do."
>His underwear?
>You lean forward enough to open the door partway, Anon's hand presents the clothing and a towel which you take and quickly shut the door on him.
"Ah! Hey, careful sis" he grumbles.
>You toss his clothes to the floor, your eyes scan over the articles of clothing .
"Where are- ah!".
>You snatch the underwear off the floor and pinch it with both hands.
>They feel so soft between your fingers.
>Plain green boxers with a black waistband.
>You turn them over.
>There's a button in the middle.
>It makes a gap in the front.
>The gap that Anon's...
>You plant the underwear on your face and take a deep inhale.
>It's not the thick overpowering;y musky manly smell you've read about, they smell fresh and clean.
>Still, the smell is making you feel wetter than ever.
>Your hands return under your own clothing.
>You eagerly drink in the smell of his boxers and let out a breathy moan.
>This feels incredible.
>Your mind is going blank as it swims in this pleasure.
>Hands work without you needing to think about it.
>Eager to draw forth all the sensations you demand.
>Your vision begins to go white.
>You imagine Anon ravishing your body, pounding away at your soaking pussy with his hard cock.
>His hands traveling all over your body.
>Rolling you onto your side.
>Bearing down on your back as he slips around behind you.
>Forcing your face down into the cold tile as he takes you from behind.
>F-fuck...
>This is-
>You're gonna-
>"Moonie? You alright?"
>Anon's voice snaps you out of your lust filled stupor.
>You scurry forward and bang your head against the tub.
>Either the ringing was loud enough to echo in the room or just in your head.
>Not good either way.
>The bathroom door opens and Anon stands in the doorway.
>His eyes look over your sweaty mess of a form.
>"Moondancer you..."
>You close your eyes, fearful of what he's going to say.
>A gentle warmth caresses your cheek.
>You blink open your eyes.
>Anon's face hovers just away from yours.
>His hand cups your chin, bringing you closer to him.
>He raises his other hand and touches it to your forehead.
>Anon sighs, "Doesn't feel like you got a fever... I heard you groaning from the other side of the door-"
>D-damn...
>"Just looking at you..."
>Your heart sinks in your chest.
>"I knew you were looking kind of ragged, didn't think you were this weak Sis."
>What?
>Anon glances away, "Look, I'm going to help you get in the tub okay? Just take a bath, and I'll get a good dinner ready for us both."
>He thinks you're-
>Anon's hand clench your sides, you can feel the bottom of his hands just barely pressing into the side of your breasts.
>Your breath hitches.
>He pulls you up, you rise to shaky legs and try to support your own weight.
>The proximity to your orgasm is making you feel so weak.
>So desperate.
>S-so sensitive...
>You lift one leg and Anon raises your other by leaning you back into his arm to free up a hand.
>His fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh, his fingertips must be getting slick with your arousal.
>The other leg enters the tub.
>You slide down Anon's chest as he sets you down into the tub.
>Your legs sprawl weakly in the tub.
>Anon wipes his brow and breaths a sigh of relief.
>Okay, so think you're good?
>You try to respond, but your body refuses to acknowledge your commands.
>His scent is all around you right now, mixing with your own thick musk in the bathroom.
>Your legs quiver while you continue to stew in your own juices and sweat.
>"Sis? Moondancer?"
>Anon rubs your back gently.
>The softness in his voice caresses your heart.
>His warmth trailing around your back eases the burden building in your chest.
>Your face becomes suddenly hot.
>Your breaths start to become sniffles.
>"Moonie?" he whispers.
>Your body becomes weak.
>It falls towards him, shoulder plants into his chest.
>His hand travels up and wraps around your shoulder.
>He rests his head against the top of your head.
>"It's okay, hey, it's alright. If you need help I'm here for you big sis."
>He climbs into the tub with you.
>Leans you back against him.
>All you can do is focus on your breathing.
>His hands travel around to your front.
>The hover just above your chest.
>Slowly they lower, down past your stomach, further still until they come to your hips.
>Two fingers on each hand slip under your thick sweater.
>Gingerly they lift the hems up, revealing your soaked pale skin little by little.
>Your vision goes dark, a musty sour smell surrounds you.
>Then your vision clears again.
>Anon makes a noise, "O-oh, you didn't have anything... uh, right."
>He adjusts your glasses.
>You can feel his warmth against your bare back.
>You shuffle closer to him, taking his warmth for yourself.
>Anon grunts "H-hey! Careful sis..." he whispers.
>You nuzzle your head under his chin.
>His firm body feels good against you.
>"Wow... that food in your room was really all you ate huh? No wonder you're so weak" he muses quietly to himself.
>His hands slip under you the band of your underwear.
>You hold your breath as you watch him slowly remove your panties.
>A thick strand of milky fluid connects you to the crotch of your undies.
>You can feel Anon tense up beneath you.
>He leans further against you to slip your underwear down and pull it out from around your ankles.
>Anon's breathing is heavy.
>You can feel it graze over the top of your head.
>His hands caress your cheeks, your glasses slip away from your face.
>Anon's blurry hands travel up, above your vision.
>You can feel the band on top of your head pull and shift.
>Anon's knuckles graze your scalp.
>Your hair comes free, it drapes down over him.
>"Okay Moondancer, I'm gonna turn the water on now. You're okay now aren't you sis?"
>You slowly slip your fingers around his hand.
>"Moonie?" he asks, concerned.
>You lift his hand, slowly bringing around to your front.
>You need him.
>His warmth against your exposed body.
>His touch against your most sensitive places.
>You pull him forward, bringing him closer against your back.
>With a shimmy you climb further onto his lap.
>"Moondancer..."
>His fingers graze your chest, you can feel the warmth from his hand radiating on you, your firm pointed nipple tingles from the heat.
>You bring him closer.
>His breath is hot on your body...
 
>The door is open.
>Your bedroom door is open.
>You can hear her inside, her stupid game playing out of YOUR t.v.
>You throw the door open, it makes a loud thud against the door stopper.
>Moondancer jumps, dropping the controller to the floor.
>She peeks at you through what looks like a cocoon on your blankets and sheets.
>Her face is all red, and more importantly buried in your damn pillow!
>"Anon! You scared me!" she growls.
"Oh I scared you did I? I am SO sorry Moondancer."
>She wiggles forward and tries to grab at the controller she dropped.
>The cocoon breaks open around her legs giving you a peek at what's going on underneath.
>Your other pillow is pinned tightly between her legs.
>...Fucking great.
>"Well you should be" your older sister huffs, after finally snatching the controller, clearly not noting or caring about the sarcasm in your voice.
"I'm not actually sorry you dumbass, I want you out of my room" you growl.
>"What? No! I'm in the middle of something!"
"I told you not to be in my room when I'm not here."
>"J-just give me a minute Anon..." she whimpers.
"Nope. Out. I told you plenty of times before-"
>['Mmn, MOONDANCER, you feel so good~']
>Oh goddamn it, she's playing one of those damn imported games from Japan.
>"Just shut up for a minute Anon! I'm in the middle of something important!"
>You're gong to have to burn your whole fucking bed after this...
>No.
>She doesn't get to have her way this time.
>It's pretty obvious she wants you out so she can finish... her stupid game.
>You stroll further into the room.
>Moondancer pulls the sheets closer towards her as you approach.
>You get a whiff of her body's odor on a warm puff of air that escapes her cocoon.
>Moondancer shifts vigorously to the left and then the right as you walk past her and in front of the screen slowly.
>"Move! I'm missing the dialogue!" she huffs.
>You cross the room and plop yourself down onto your study chair.
>You spin around to face your sister.
>Her eyes glance your way briefly before looking back to the screen.
>The sheets fidget around near where her waist would be.
>You cross your arms and lean back into your chair.
>You hold your glare at her while she continues playing her game.
>She ignores you and continues being mesmerized by the screen.
>You frown.
>This isn't having the effect you wanted.
>You wheel yourself closer, enough that she can't as easily avoid you in her periphery.
>She glances over at you again.
>The color on her pale face is very clear, even under the shade of your blankets.
>You can actually see the t.v. out of the corner of your eyes.
>['I'm so close MOONDANCER! You just feel so good around me']
>[To think, your friendly younger roommate would be looking at you with such lust in his eyes as he ravishes your sultry form]
>God how fucking pathetic.
>[And all it took was one fateful intervention, one accidentally opened letter that allowed him to see your lonely miserable life trapped in front of a computer screen]
>You chuckle.
>How fitting.
>"Sh-shut up!" Moondancer barks.
>You are about to retort, but the weird glazed over look in her eyes gives you pause.
>Then you remember that she's on your fucking bed.
"You are such a loser" you huff, wheeling yourself back to your desk.
>You crack open your comic book, trying to ignore the stupid slow music coming out of your t.v.
>"A-am not..." she mumbles.
>You ignore her and try to focus on your comic.
>"This game is actually pretty good. They have the guy's peeohvee and the girl's... i-if you want to play it."
>Peeohvee?
>You shake your head.
"No. Thanks." you grumble.
>Moondancer pokes her head out of the cocoon, loose strands of hair are all matted to her neck and forehead.
>"I-It's okay to say you want to play it. You didn't tell mom about my other games s-so I won't say anything."
>GOD.
"It's not you blabbing that's making me not want to play your stupid game Moondancer."
>"It's not stupid! This game is really hard to get in the states you know?!"
>Clearly this was all a mistake, the only winning move was to concede defeat and leave the room the moment you walked in.
>"Besides, I bet this would be the closest you've been with a girl anyway" she goads.
>You roll your eyes.
>So you haven't gotten a girlfriend yet, kinda tough to do when you're known as the younger brother of that weird girl.
>"What a sh-shame... you know I k-kiss guys all the t-time..."
>As if she wasn't already a terrible liar, her stutter gives her away on top of that.
>Normally you'd just let it go, it's not worth fighting her delusions.
>But now? Now you're still pretty pissed.
>And being reminded that you have a shit time making friends because of her only further fuels that anger.
"Oh yeah?" you grumble.
>She avoids looking at you, "Y-yeah, deep throat tongue s-stuff too. R-real sexy stuff... b-but I'm sure you'll l-learn about it one day."
"Fine..."
>You rise from your chair and set your comic down on the desk gently.
"Why don't you show me?"
>One step at a time you trudge closer to your sister.
>You can see her squirm as you approach, "Wh-what?"
>She hides more of herself under your covers.
>You kneel down at the foot of your bed and rip the covers around her head up.
>She squeaks and tries to turn away from you but you cup her cheeks firmly in your hand and force her to look at you.
>Her eyes avoid looking into yours directly.
"Why leave it for one day, you've got a lot of experience doing 'real sexy kissing' so why don't you show me?"
>Seeing her panic in your grasp gives you such satisfaction.
>"B-but it'd be my f-first..." she mutters under her breath.
"First? I thought you did this all the time?"
>She tenses up, "Th-thats... I-I do! Uh..."
"Well?"
>This is too good.
>"Y-you don't think it's weird? To have my- I mean YOUR first time with your sister?"
"Why would it be weird?" you respond, sounding confused.
>"B-becuase w-we're s-siblings..."
>Oh man, she's stuttering every word now.
>You think you can even feel her tremble.
>How pathetic.
"Our aunt kisses us on the lips, that doesn't count does it? Why would this?"
>Moondancer gasps.
>She gets oddly silent, not even a small whine or anything.
>"I-is that how it works..." she mumbles just barely above her breath.
>HA! Is she seriously asking herself that?!
>"O-okay..."
>Uh...
>Moondancer's hand comes out from under the sheets and grabs you around the shoulder.
>She bears down on you as she brings her face closer to yours.
>Sh-shit!
>You are too shocked to react.
>You can smell her sweaty hair.
>Her breath is hot on your face.
>"B-but only a little..." she whispers.
>Her glasses are completely fogged over.
>You feel her nose bump yours.
>You hear her whine and then she quickly slips out of your grasp.
>In one blink of your eyes, Moondancer goes from breathing on your face to buried under your sheets.
>You touch your lips.
>She didn't...
>But she was actually going to do it.
>"Th-there! Y-you got your f-first lesson! I t-touched your lips r-right?! I g-got you?" her muffled voice shouts from under the covers.
"Y-yeah... you got me."
>"H-ha! L-listen to how flustered you s-sound. I-it's only to be expected... y-your big sister is p-pretty attractive-"
>She cuts herself off with a yelp as you rip the sheets away.
>Moondancer curls into herself and tries to cover up with her arms.
>She's only wearing an undershirt and panties.
>You can see her nipples through the thin white cloth.
>Your pillow is still clenched between her thighs.
>There's a big damp spot along the side of it.
>"Wh-what are you doing Anon?!"
>She tries to bat you away but you manage to grab her wrists.
>Next she tries kicking at you but you manage to pin her legs down with your knees.
>You plant her dainty wrists into your bed.
>She squeaks and closes her eyes tightly.
>She peeks them open slowly.
>You hover over her body.
>Her breaths are heavy with nerves and her struggle.
>Her face is flushed with color.
>You are surrounded by the warm thick air she kept trapped under your sheets.
>Her musky smell is swimming around in your head.
>Your head starts feeling fuzzy.
>Your head starts feeling fuzzy.
>Moondancer shifts , dropping your knees in between her legs now.
>They dig into the mattress.
>"Anon..." she whispers.
>You swallow, unsure exactly of what you're doing.
>And the more time that passes the less you know what your doing.
>And the more your heart pounds in your chest...
 
Alrighty that's all I got, shift's up and I can finally go home now so... open ending it is