>”Anonymous!” >Hmmm, which one? >”The great and powerful Trixie requires assistance!” >Katana samurai have more attack and a better charge bonus, yet yari have more defense and armor >”You see, the dreaded ‘history paper’ is finally upon us!” >Katanas are for the offensive commander, yari for those wanting that staying power >Staying power, which, in turn, could add up to more kills as the men survive longer, thus able to kill more... >”And Trixie, perfect as she may be, tires from her work… woe, woe is she!” >But if you really wanted to be offensive, you’d want those no-dachi samu— >”If only Trixie had a magnanimous and loving cousin to help her in face of the impending crisis!” >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 >...Doesn’t this bitch see you’re trying to plot how to best stop the Ikko Ikki stack spam? “Do you even know what magnanimous means?” >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 >”...It means you’re great?” >70% chance… fuck it, sold “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.” >’Our agent killed in self-defense!’ “Fucking useless piece of shit cocksuc—” >”So, will you help Trixie?” >She’s begun to gently rub circles into your scalp, pushing your headphones down to your neck >Sucking a deep breath, you alt tab out of the game and close it >Wait, did you save? >What a shitload of fuck “Well, depends on what you mean by ‘help’.” >You slowly look up to meet her eyes “I’m not going to do the whole thing for you like with that Russian—” >Her eyes widen as a nearly ear-splitting smile overtakes her face >”So you’ll help?!” “I ain’t said shi—” >”Oh, you’re the best, the absolute magnum opus of the blood line, a true example of chivalry, dearest Anonymous!” >You raise a brow, slowly shrugging her off and making to stand “So, what era in history we talking about this time? >Wearing her usual smile, she plops down on your bed before opening her backpack, soon scouring the thing for… something >You lazily check the threads while she’s scrambling for whatever a Trixie scrambles for >’Bump’ >’Bump’ >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 >”Ah, here we are!” >She unfurls a piece of crumpled paper before clearing her throat >She gives you an expectant look, to which you gesture for her to continue >...She pats the seat besides her on the bed in response >Fuck’s sake >Rolling your eyes, you make your way over to the proffered seat >She immediately scoots right up against you, crushing all semblance of personal space >And then she proceeds to explain the paper due by week’s end >And by that you mean she reads the paper word for word >She even reads aloud the periods and commas >The prideful and euphoric look on her face would make you think that she’s telling you of her finest moment >It’s now when your mind churns out a familiar thought >Why me? >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 >”Questions and concerns are to be furthered to comma, quotation mark, MrCranky—” “So, it’s just a recap of this book you read?” >She blinks, a bit surprised you stopped her early >”Well, when you put it like that… yes, that’s an apt way of putting it.” “Five pages, MLA, and has to argue a point either for or against how this book was banned in several countries?” >”Correct, dearest cousin.” “And you have… three days until it’s done?” >”Correct again.” >This little shit “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” >You raise a brow at her, hand lazily going to rub away your stubble >”Well, you see, the Great and Powerful Trixie was busy with this previous paper, of which she barely got done with last night—” “Christ, really, again with the last minute shit?” >She continues on, ignoring your outburst >”—and, before that, Trixie was absorbed in trying to learn this new trick with her newest deck!” “A deck… of cards?” >Much to your surprise, she gives a nod before reaching back into her backpack, eventually producing a package of tarot cards a moment later >”Oh, Trixie must show you, provided she finally gets it ri—” “Please no, I really don’t want to play 52 pick up again…” >”It’ll be but just a moment!” “Do you want my help or not?” >She gives a small pout, lazily throwing the pack over her shoulder >”Why must you kill the Great and Powerful Trixie’s fun, she wonders…” >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 “Just be grateful I’m helping you, smurfette.” >She raises a finger to this and takes in a deep breath, but you silence her with a finger to the lips >As per usual, that shuts her up insta— >T-the fuck… “Trixie, did you just lick my finger?” >She gives a proud smile followed by a vigorous nod >”Your attempts to silence us are an affront to free speech and an insult to Trixie’s power!” >You stare at her, flabbergasted, confused, and unsure how to react “Well then, I, uh, yes… back to what I was saying…” >You cough into your hand, wiping the slobber-covered finger off on your pants “The, uh, paper sounds pretty easy, lemme’ see your notes to see what we’re cooking with here.” >She looks at you before blinking, her smile slowly decreasing in size and mirth >She… “You did read it, yes?” >She didn’t… >She latches onto your arm, giving you her usual set of puppy-dog eyes >”You said you would help Trixie, and Trixie would be most, most grateful for your assistance, oh generous cousin!” >Your eyes narrow to the shape akin of a rice farmer’s as you glare down at her “I hate you.” >”...So you’ll help?” >She doesn’t wait for a response, instead bouncing up and wrapping you in a bear hug >”Anonymous is truly the best cousin and an even greater friend!” >Your scowl doesn’t give an inch as her head bobs continuously from side to side from some ill-gotten joy >”But, first, Trixie must procure us with snacks, no, wait, all of the snacks!” >Abruptly as she had given you the vice-grip hug, she jumps off the bed and makes for the door >As she opens it, though, something important comes to mind “I’ll fucking kill you if you touch my animal crackers!” >Bitch better not touch your animal crackers >Them’s YOUR animal crackers… >... >...... >Well, to say that it’s been pleasant would be an overstatement >You, still being Anonymous, are just quote mining on Google for the book >Your fingers tap in a bored manner against the desk, the lack of stimulation reminding you of Breath of the Wild >”You know, dearest cousin…” >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 >”This book is actually a decent read!” >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 >Luckily for her, it’s just an empty water bottle that bounces off of her forehead with a harmless ‘Thunk’ “Yeah, now imagine if you read it when you were supposed to, wouldn’t that have been nice?” >She ponders this for a moment >”The Great and Powerful Trixie has no regrets!” “Yeah, well, I bet your parents do.” >”Hmm?” >You sigh >”Nothing, smurfette, just… nothing.” >Finalizing a few hasty scribbles on the sheet of paper, you stand and make your way to the bed >Plopping down, you present her the list “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.” >Sighing, you make yourself comfortable by leaning against the wall >”You truly are the best cousin—” “I’m your only cousin.” >”Exactly!” >She takes a moment to pull your laptop over, a small, quizzical hum escaping her throat >”So… how does MLA work again?” >God damn it >Wiping the sleep from your eyes, you make to stand “I need some coffee, this is going to take a while.” >”Ooh, ooh, grab Trixie another honey bun!” >She’s already gone through three… >Not wanting to protest and increase the time between you and caffeine, you grumble something incoherent and slip out the door >The things you do for love >... >...... >Is… >Is he gone? >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 >...Clear! >More or less flinging yourself up and onto the bed, now sure that you’ve no fear of getting caught immediately, you giggle >There should be enough time for a small quicky >Oh, who’re you kidding, there always is >He takes so damn long when it comes to getting his coffee just right >Licking your lips and giving a shaky breath, you reach down and gently shiver as your fingertips brush against the labia >You’re not sure about what it is when you do this… >If it’s the thrill of possibly getting caught… >If it’s just how alien it is… >Or maybe it’s because he’s the only guy that treats you nicely… >Whatever the cause may be, this is the place >The only place where you can truly get off anymore >Biting your lip, you begin to fondle your breast while sending the first finger in >You have to bite down hard to suppress the moan, your legs jumping slightly at the sensation >Thoughts begin to come in as you stick the second one in >Thoughts of him barging in >What would he say? >What would he do? >Would he stare, allowing you to slowly continue, eyes locked all the while? >Or would he try to make a move, your years of gentle advances finally paying off? >The thought of him slowly spreading your legs, those eyes never leaving yours all the while… >You’re getting close >You imagine him gently prodding your entrance, the tip freshly coated with your saliva >You fear of drawing blood from biting down so hard, another moan coming out >Your eyes flutter as you imagine him fondling your breasts as you ride him senseless, only pausing for messy kisses of passio— >He’s coming! >No, wait, you’re cuming! >FUCK! >Too close to hold it in >And he’s too close for you to go a moment further >Slightly panicked, you act on instinct, moving faster than you ever thought possible >... >...... >Ugh >Too much creamer >You, being Anonymous, always, ALWAYS put too much creamer >Now it tastes like some fucking soy boy’s almond milk >Grumbling some inaudible curse, you gently open the door, yawning as you do so “Got your honey bun, shithea—” >...Oh >She’s asleep >Closing the door behind you, you yawn >What time’s it anyway? “Shit, six-fifty?” >Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Trixie crashed here while working all night with you because of her poor work ethic >Grumbling again, you set down the honey bun and reach pull out your phone, flicking through your contacts until you reach your aunts number >Pressing ‘Call’, you take care to silently open the door and step out >You tiptoe out of sight and make the call >And, as to be expected, she’s just glad to hear that you’re helping Trixie out with her school work >There was never any fuss when it came to Sunflower >She was always a kind woman, always eager to see you two off and give her a little personal time >Not surprising, considering Trixie’s… unique personality >The call ends on a good note, and a moment later you’re returning to your room, tiptoeing all the while >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 >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 >Just as you reach for the switch, though, you stop “Night, you cute little retard.” >... >...... >This is, well… >”So, dearest and objectively best cousin, what’s your verdict?” >Not too bad, honestly >Your eyes, those of Anonymous, continue to skim along the inked lines >Sure, the grammar and occasionally misspell are still prevalent, but those are easy one lines >And, for once, you suspect that she’s been paying attention in English class “Diarrhea.” >There's a small 'Thunk!' as a pencil bounces off the back of your head >You turn to offer her a glare >Her eyes are off to the side, a pleasant tune being whistled all the while >You’ve half a mind to one-up her and throw a nearby boot at the little shit >But, as you glance at the things, you think better of it >You just shined those fuckers >...So you settle for the next best thing >”No, no, no, no, don’t you da—AH!” >She squeals as the small book goes airborne, the thing hitting its mark a moment later “The power of Christ compels you, bitch!” >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 >”You’re an ass, you know that, Anonymous Unknown?” >Her words are followed by another ‘Thunk!’ to the side of your skull >You glance down at the ground, a frown now on your face >That bottle was full “Now, Trixie, you do that again and I swear to God I will throw your ass in the pool—” >Thunk! >Okay, no, that was a fucking 2 liter "Alright, c'mere you little shit!” >She’s already on her feet by the time you make to stand, mad fits of her giggles overpowering your threats >She’s out the door a moment later, yourself in hot pursuit >She’s bounding the first corner with a head start >Heading for the stairs, you guess >You give chase, jeering her all the while >”The Great and Palpitating Trixie needs an adu—!” “I AM AN ADULT!” >Her mad fits of giggles are drowned out by the sounds of your curses >By the time you reach the bottom, you’ve gained on her >Almost within arm’s reach >Just as you reach out, though, you slip on the tile >Fucking socks! >You act fast, and are scrambling after her a moment later >She’s got another sizable lead by now >She goes for the front door, taking a moment to undo the locks >She's halfway onto the driveway before you overtake her from behind, scooping her up like she weighs nothing >”No, no, not like this, no!” >She kicks and flails, still giggling like a madwoman, but you hold on tight “Come, have some dignity, you know how this will end.” >”No, no, Trixie has been a good girl!” >Smurf in tow, you make way for the front door >”She eats all her vegetables!” >The blue shithead is so light that you can hold her in one, enabling you to close the door behind you >”She does her homework, and only rarely looks in the back of the book!” >You grip her again with both arms, smiling at an idea that just comes to mind >Acting on it, you throw her over your shoulder, giving a small laugh at her squeal >She continues to struggle, fits of giggles still escaping her >She never did like heights “This is the path you chose.” >”Trixie will be a good girl, she swears!” >You undo the back door, eying the pool with a impish grin >Her protests growing ever louder and higher pitched, you near the edge of the pool and grab her properly… >”Phone!” >Fuck >In a lapse of judgement, you groan and take a step back >You set her down, holding open a palm for accept the— >Aaaand she makes a run for it >... >...... >Hmm “Now, Anonymous, be rational here.” >This is quite the pickle you’ve gotten yourself into, Trixie >”Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t.” >But, then again, it’s not like this is the first time he’s dangled you over the pool “Trixie has been doing well in her classes, two A’s, in fact!” >Your hopeful smile doesn’t budge in the face of his emotionless stare >And so you continue on, trying to give him the good ol' puppy eyes “Trixie loves you very much and would feel utterly betrayed if you were to—” >All you see is a smile of pure, unmolested malice before a feeling of weightlessness overtakes you >Then comes the biting cold from all around >And, by God, is it cold… >You’re shivering like a dog by the time you surface with a gasp “Anonymous, you… you mongrel!” >You can barely hear his guffaws over the sound of splashing water from all around “It’s freezing, absolutely freezing!” >And for once in your life, you’re not exaggerating >Your teeth are chattering as you doggy paddle to the edge of the pool, trying to scramble onto dry land >Meanwhile, Anonymous doubles over in laughter, holding his stomach as if it were fit to burst >”I told you, I… I fucking warned you, you little retar—” “Silence yourself and help Trixie out of the damnable pit of ice water!" >He takes a moment to wipe a tear away from his face, yourself intentionally failing to raise a few times >After your sixth try, though, he finally shows some mercy, popping a squat and offering you a hand >”Alright, c’mon, up and attem, smurette—” >When you grasp his hand, though, you see recognition and a deep regret flash through his eyes >He realizes it as you pull with all your might >He just played himself >... >...... “Sunshine, I’m home!” >Sighing, you, being Celestia, more or less throw your purse and papers on the coffee table while making a beeline for the kitchen >You know he only hears you once every blue moon, but you could never quite kick the habit of yelling it out >A small smile creeps its way onto your face as you begin to prepare the pot of coffee >Guess you were just too fond of those memories where he would come bounding from around the corner before latching onto your leg “Oh, how time flies…” >A chuckle escapes your throat as you take a seat by the counter, gently laying your forehead on the cool surface >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 >Nearly jumping out of your seat, your hand scrambling for your side, you look and see… “Dear Lord, sunshine,” you say, visibly relaxing and slumping down into your seat, “you nearly gave me a heart attack!” >When you get done pinching the bridge of your nose, however, you blink >Did you see that correctly? >Looking back up, you confirm your previous suspicion >He’s soaking wet >What in— >”Don’t ask.” >You raise a brow, a small, if not tired, smile growing on your face “I’m not going to, but would you like a towel?” >He gently rubs at the back of his neck, eyes going to the ground >”Several, please.” >Nodding, you chuckle and make way for the stairs “Coming right up, sunshine, do try and be better prepared next time!” >Finding more energy suddenly flowing through you than any coffee could give, you hum a small tune as you proceed upwards “Wonder what he’s up to now…” >... >...... “I hate you.” >”Your affection, is dearly noted, oh shivering and hangry cousin.” >You, being Trixie, take off your shirt, beginning to twirl the thing in your hand “I’m not hangry, you blue shithead.” >Luckily for you, her eyes linger on your chest while your hands are at work >Thwack! >”Assault!” >She jumps as if you’d just gave her the backhand of God >Giving a small laugh at her reaction, though, you wring out the shirt “Even stevens.” >”Absolutely not, mongrel!” >She begins to fake beat on your shoulder, pouting all the while >”Trixie demand satisfaction, you brute, she did nothing wrong, merely giving as good as she got!” >You hold up a hand and hold her back from the forehead >She continues to fruitlessly swing at you, her short limbs far from hitting their mark >And, not to your surprise, she continues to hurl verbose insults at you while flailing at you with those spaghetti arms >”Having fun out here?” >You both blink at each other before slowly turning to meet the magenta eyes of your mother >There’s a moment of silence, the hamster inside your brain nearly dying from the mad sprint he’s on… “It was her.” >”It was him!” >The words were near simultaneous, though she’s first to react >”Lies, lies and slander!” >She takes a dramatic pose, scooting over to mom and falling back into her >”Aunt Celestia, you must believe me when I say that I was sorely and deeply injured by the fruit of your womb—” >There’s a single, white finger placed upon her lips >Yeah, lick her finger too, bitch... >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 >”How about we discuss who did what after you two get cleaned up and we break some bread?” >She hands Trixie a towel before tossing the other your way >”How’s that sound, you two?” >You nod, already semi-dry by the time Trixie is unfolding hers >Just as you follow mom back inside, though, you cast a glance at Smurfette >She blows you a raspberry as you give her the finger >An exchange between intellectual giants that would make Einstein wonder why he wasted his life, you’re sure >... >...... >You’ve done worse >...You’re pretty sure cumming on your cousin’s pillow and then getting turned on by it isn’t worse, right? >Doing it in his shampoo should be nothing to the Great and Powerful Trixie! >After all, he does deserve it after throwing you in the pool, the mongrel >Fidgeting with the bottle in your hand once more, you take a moment to relax under the shower’s hot stream >It’s nice, to say the least >Nice and warm >Reaching down, you begin to make slow circles around your slit, each rotation bringing your fingertips closer and closer >Would Anon like shower sex? >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? >The first finger is in, more slow circles following husky breaths >Would he grope your breasts more, or would he go for your shapely ass? >You’d pressed him which is better on multiple occasions, but he’s always shrugged you off… >You’re now spreading your womanhood with two fingers, your moans muffled by the streaming water >Would he prefer you suck his cock first like the good little girl you are, or would he go straight for your virgin slit? >Would he— >There are spots of white in your vision as you force your hand into overtime, the tired thing moving faster than you thought possible >And, with that, comes a powerful orgasm that forces you to take a seat, for fear of your quivering legs giving out >Gasping for air, you look down to your shaking hand >Or, more specifically, you look to the bottle >A smile slowly makes its way onto your face, you give a breathless giggle “Trixie did demand satisfaction…” >... >...... >”Oh, you finally decided to show, dearest cousin?” >You pop your neck, lazily pulling back a chair from the table before plopping down, plate in hand >You are Anonymous, and you are finally clean as a whistle “Well, maybe if you didn’t take a half-hour long shower then I could have gotten in sooner.” >”Excuses, excuses, tsk tsk!” “Ain’t an excuse, it’s a fucing fact—” >”Now now, no need for such language, sunshine.” >You click your tongue as Trixie gives you a smug look >”Oh, if you think that’s bad, auntie dear—” “I dindu nuffin, I’z a good boy.” >”Explain why we were in the pool, then.” “You touched my animal crackers.” >To this, mom gives a slow nod, still chewing her food >”You know what happens when you touch his animal crackers.” “You know what happens when you touch my animal crackers.” >”I did not touch his animal—” “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!” >Mom nods >”We spent two days looking for him.” >Trixie looks between you, herself at a complete loss for words >After a minute’s thinking, she sighs before silently going to work on her dinner >Biting down on your lip to hold in the smile, you look to mom >She shares a conspiratory glance with you >You both wink and go back to your food >You really did learn from the best >... >...... >Hmm >You are Anonymous, and you're wonder whether to one line or not to one line >”I assure you, this time the Great and Verbose Trixie put forth maximum effort into her work!” >You click your tongue, deciding that the sentence was good enough on its own “That’s not saying much.” >You receive a small punch to the arm at that >You barely even register it as you move onto the next line >This is, what, the second time you’d printed out one her revisions of the paper? >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 >Resting her head on your shoulder, Trixie begins to hum a small tune >”Honestly, though, what’re your thoughts?” >You turn the page, pleasantly surprised to see that it’s the end >Going back over the whole thing, you can only count four mistakes “Well… it’s no longer diarrhea, now it’s solidifying into something resembling a quality turd… kind of in a viscous state, you know?” >Her face scrunches up before she punches you again >”Trixie tires.” “Yet you’re always sleeping in class.” >”Silence!” >She gives a content sigh, her eyes now closed >”That was a one-time affair and you know it.” “Mmmhmm, whatever you say, brainlet.” >She grumbles something incoherent before snuggling into you arm >Raising a brow, you slowly turn to look over her >...You’ll never know why she chose to wear one of your shirts while mom opened her wardrobe to the smurf >Though it does look absolutely adorable >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 >That thought gets a chuckle out of you >She probably would, the cute little retard “You wanna’ crash the night again?” >A barely perceptible nod is had >You fish around the bed for your phone, eventually making to stand when you find the thing >When you move, though, you feel her tug at your arm >”No… too warm.” >But you— >”Just make the call, Anonymous.” >If only she wasn’t so adorable “Alright, alright, fine.” >That small smile you get is easily worth any amount of discomfort >It’s a smile you’d walk through fire to protect >Hell, it’s one of the things you have to look forward to >Kind of wish she visited for more than help on her work, though >... >...... >Is… “Anonymous?” >Is he asleep? “You awake, Anonymous?” >You, being Trixie, gently remove a hand from around his arm, drawing a small, faint circle in his arm “You better not be faking this…” >Gently licking your lips, you suck your fingers for a moment before creeping your hand under the shirt and directly onto your exposed clit >To think you’d been wearing nothing but his shirt ever since that shower… >Your cunny’s been on fire ever since >Gently, yet firmly, snuggling close to him again, you fail to suppress a moan as you penetrate yourself >You lay silent, motionless for what feels like an hour after the fact, fearful of him waking >Though, after some more mental pep talks to yourself, you continue on with slow, pleasure-filled movements >He’s so warm >He’s so strong >The way he carried you earlier? >You bite your lip, two fingers now inserted and gently rubbing at all they can get at >God, what you wouldn’t pay to have him slam you down on the floor and use you like his little cock sleeve >...That’s still on the table >All it would take is one quick nudge… >A few inviting words, a kiss or two… >A spread of the legs, and there you go… >Your love finally reciprocated >You bite your lip >Seized by temptation, you gently, oh so gently, reach out towards his thigh >You’ve seen this in movies… should be easy >With a single finger, you begin to draw faint circles, closely watching his face for any indication >From high to low, thigh to thigh… >C’mon, you know you want to… >And, lo and behold, there it is >The slowly rising tent of your dreams >You have to resist the immediate urge to reach out and grab it >Instead, you continue to draw circles, slowly moving towards it >It this is a dream… >You’re no more than an inch away >Then, please, please, PLEASE don’t wake up >Gently, ever so gently, your hand hovers towards it… >God, you can practically feel it >Barely grazing the top, you— >It moved! >Eyes wide, you flinch and look to Anonymous’ face >Oh >Oh thank God >He’s still asleep >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 >Your hand is shaking slightly from the stress of the situation, but you reach out again >He gives a happy groan in response, slightly fidgeting into your hand… >A lusty moan escapes your throat, yourself having to lap up the drool that drips down onto his shoulder >Slowly do you begin to stroke it >A stupid smile crawls onto your face as he begins to hump into it, his groans matching your husky breaths >You slowly grow firmer with your hand, trying to remember what they did in the movies… >Thumb >They rubbed with circles with their thumbs >Doing exactly that, you’re rewarded with it becoming like iron >Good God… >Imagine how it would really feel in your hands? >Imagine how he tastes? >Your cunny is on fire >Sure, it was bad before, but now? >Now you feel as if someone’s licking at it, keeping you on the verge of climax but denying the sweet release >You can’t help it… >No, wait, what if… >Trixie, you genius! >You remove your unused hand from around his arm, slowly reaching down and reaching the neglected slit >You’re moaning before you even enter >Three rapid movements, a hard squeeze of his member, and you’re feeling the best orgasm of your life >Several spurts and squirts of the stuff leave you a quivering, panting mess that's soaked in sweat and several varying juices >You’ve barely enough energy, and will for that matter, to remove your hand from his member, but you somehow manage >And, resting your head on his shoulder again, you’re only able to mutter three words before slipping into a deep sleep “I love you.” >... >...... >”You never cease to be a Godsend, dearest nephew.” >Doing up a final zipper of Luna's finally packed hiking bag, you, being Anonymous, give it a thorough once-over “It’s nothing, really.” >...Seems everything’s packed away nicely >Making to stand, you’re met with an abrupt hug >And a damn strong one at that, your feet soon coming off the carpet as she gives out a small giggle >The embrace lasts for a good twenty seconds before you’re gently lowered to the carpet >A lone, delicate kiss is placed on your forehead >There’s a lingering scent of lilac and gooseberries >”Well, regardless of what you think, I’m very grateful.” >She gently grabs your wrist, leading you out of her room >”Come, come, let’s get dinner started and pour out some drinks.” >There’s a warm squeeze >”It’s been far, far too long since we’ve had some personal time to sit and talk, don’t you agree?” >You let her drag you along >A low hum leaves your throat “We have been pretty busy, now that you think about it.” >Down the stairs and into the kitchen you are lead, the aunt leaving you at the table before heading to the fridge “Last time we had time to relax was, what, the last family camping trip?” >She gives out a refined chuckle >”I’m afraid so.” >Your eyes widen slightly as she goes to pull out an expensive-looking bottle and two drinking glasses >You’re forced to give an impressed whistle when she moves to you, as if reading your mind, and places the thing before you >”Do be a dear and open that thing for me while I get everything in order…” >Naturally, you’d offer to help cook >But, then again, you’ve learned that she’s always one to insist on doing the cooking for any guests >Something about, “The natural order” >Yeah, you’ve no idea >And with a shrug, you pull out your swiss army knife before having at it >You glance at the brand while you’re at it >...Sounds French >But that doesn’t matter, what matters is the year >2003? >You whistle a high-pitched-one as you undo the thing, careful to pour each glass >You have no idea if that’s good or bad, but, hey, it’s something >You take a preparatory whiff of the stuff… >Feels like someone stuffed a fucking match up there, holy shit >You can hear her laugh among the clatter of pots and ingredients being laid out >”Only the best for my little helper.” >You catch her eye “I’m taller than you.” >She rolls her eyes at this, smile still present >”You’ll always be my little helper, no matter your semantics.” >You take a hesitant drink… >Your eyes are screwed shut and you nearly buckle under the pressure to upchuck that shit ASAP >”Like it?” >You give a low nod, giving a low growl once it’s finally down and there to stay “Not bad.” >She gives a low, satisfied hum >”I thought you would.” >Slowly, surely, you begin to take bigger sips from the glass >Besides the burn, it doesn’t actually taste all too bad >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 >Or rather someone… >... >...... >Hmmm >Green tea, water, or coffee? >Getting low, you, being the Great and Thirsty Trixie, rummage further through the fridge >”Trix…?” >You give a low hum to auntie, eyes not leaving the shelves racked with drinks and foodstuffs >”This… this is the reason I…” >Her voice crumbles into a low fit of giggles >Grabbing a can of tea, you shut the fridge and give her a curious look “Are you quite alright?” >Cracking the can open and taking a sip, you slightly shudder at how cold it is >She only shakes her head before returning her attention to the steak >”I’m… I’m quite fine, honey.” >She still gives off the occasional giggle, not once meeting your eyes >You groan >Not this again >It’s been, what, half a year since the fallout with dad happened? >Half a year since you and mom had to move in with auntie! >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 “Auntie Luna, if we have visitors and guests about the place, then the Perceptive and Well-Endowed Trixie will clothe herself properly.” >Another sip of the drink is followed by a larger fit of giggles from auntie >Is she drunk again? >”Sure, Trix, sure.” >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 >You’ve got that paper to finish >Rolling your eyes, you turn and ma— >Oh >Oh God… >... >...... >Is… >”You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her run that fast…” >Is it hot in here? “That’d… uh, that’d… yeah.” >Shaking off the situation, you, Luna, down another glass of the stuff >Not too bad, really >You two share a laugh, though you can’t dare to meet her eyes >Sure, you’ve seen her like that from years prior, but those were way back >But that…? >God have mercy >”Terribly sorry about that, Anon.” >You try and laugh it off, going for another refill “Don’t worry about it.” >You can all but feel the smug coming from the next few words… >”Oh, and what of your cheeks?” >You take another drink, definitely feeling its effects now >”They make me feel as if I should have a problem.” >There she goes… >Giggling that poised giggle that she always giggles >Wait, why are you laughing too? >Fuck, stuff’s stronger than you thought >”But, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised… she’s been clinging onto you since the day you met.” >That’s… >That’s not really funny, so why are you laughing >And why’s it so hot again? >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 >”Oh, wait, am I onto something here?” >Another shared laugh, your brain acting on autopilot >You go to speak, but you can barely raise a finger, much less formulate words >”Well, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” >Not good >Panic? >Hmmm >It seems like a pretty good option— >She gives another giggle, stirring you from your thoughts >”Well, at least you aren’t so worried about the whole ‘blood’ thing like everyone else.” >You blink >”Say, since you don’t mind…” >Wait, since when was she wearing yoga pants? >”Do these make me look fat?” >She takes a break from attending the food, pressing herself against the fridge while making a myriad of poses >”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…” >You… >Wow, uh, you… >You give the universal ‘Okay’ hand gesture, eyes flickering between her and the uh… assets >”Oh, this is gold.” >She runs a hand through her hair, whipping it around just a little >”Your mother always jokes about how much more wandering eyes she gets every time we go out…” >She does another wiggle of the ass >”Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see her face now.” >Finishing it is whatever she’s cooking, Luna saunters her way over to the table >Okay, there’s no way she walks like that normally >Hips swaying back and forth… >The look in her eyes… >The gentle bite of the lip… >Crossing your legs in an attempt to hide little Anon, you lean back slightly in your seat >She takes this as a sign to sit atop the table, no more than a foot away >”I mean, I don’t look too old, do I?” >She takes a pose, putting one arm behind her head and the other resting on her thigh >Your face must have betrayed you, for she gives another giggle >Picking up her glass, she takes a dainty sip >”It’s rude to keep a woman waiting, Anonymous.” >Lifting your eyes to finally meet hers, you can’t help the small smile slowly growing on your face >It must be the drink forcing your eyes to feast on her curves >It must be the drink forcing little Anon to become one of pure iron >It must be the drink that forces two words out of your mouth >Two words that make your aunt’s eyes narrow with satisfaction and temptation “I would.” >And, with that, you slump down in your seat, forehead giving a meaty ‘Thunk!’ as it collides with the table >... >...... >Hmmm >Well, this is anticlimactic >You are Luna >And you were so close too >And there he goes >Off into dreamland… >Sighing, you idly go to ease the growing itch between your legs >Maybe you’ll have time during the camping trip? >That thought wipes away the disappointed frown on your face >A good flask of wine here, a gentle touch there… >Under the moonlight, your gasps and moans echoing out into the wilderness? “Maybe this was for the best.” >Standing up, you make your way over to the stove >And though you were planning on a nice, romantic dinner of steak and saute, you can’t help but chuckle at it all >It’s a dangerous game you play >The potential for repercussions? >Limitless, to the point of losing every semblance of family you have and possible jail time >But, then again, that’s what makes it fun >The sheer thrill >The primal fear of being caught >Humming a little tune, you put your attention back to cooking, all the while trying to ignore the itch >... >...... >This is bullshit >”Please, dearest cousin?” >You are Anonymous and this is fucking bullshit >”The Lowly and Supplicating Trixie would be grateful to the utmost degree!” >Has she ever even read the fucking Geneva Conventions? >Those puppy eyes and that way she refuses to meet your eyes, her hands nervously fidgeting about >This has to be a war crime up there with the six gorillion… >And adding onto this, you even had to help her pack her shit right after she got out of school >Apparently she forgot about the camping trip >How the fuck could she forget the family camping trip? >It’s every year, the start of every Spring break, without fail >Hell, you even remembered it, and you woke up with one hell of a hangover and only twenty minutes to pack “I dunno, smurfette…” >Your eyes flicker between her and mother’s van >Or, rather, they flicker to the woman in the backseat >The expectant smile on her face tears away at your bitter resolve >She… >She can’t possibly be in on this, can she? >Sunflower, you goddamn hippie... >You give a long, drawn out sigh “Go put your bags in the van.” >Shifting slightly in your seat, you give your vehicle another once-over >It’s a simple enough motorcycle >It’s a cruiser, jet black for maximum puss catching, and has seats enough for two… >A faint smile comes to your face as you undo your stahlhelm >It really was nice of Luna to sell you the thing for such a good price >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 >The smile on her face is almost blinding >You give her a preemptive, “Shush,” before standing “Stay still for a second.” >And for once in her life, she listens to you >Her happy and wide eyes never leave your own as you place the helmet on her >”Trixie has never ridden on a motorcycle, is it fun? Is it as hard as it looks? Is it—” >You silence her with a soft, if not playful, slap to the side of the helmet >Her look turns into one of puzzlement before returning to joy >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 “Alright, seems good… try nodding for me.” >She gives an overly-enthusiastic nod >And, much to your relief, the helmet remains glued to her hollow little head >You finally return her smile >Taking the bike by the reigns, you give her a motion to follow >She takes a moment to get on, but she she does >Fuck, it’s like she’s giving you a bearhug from behind >...Better to be too tight than to be too loose, you suppose “Yeah, just hold on like that the rest of the way, and you should make it there in one piece.” >”Trixie likes it when she survives!” >You return the laugh, putting the key into the ignition >Glancing back to the van, you can see three faces of varying emotion >Your mom, for one, looks at you with a worried expression, apprehension clear in her eyes at your lack of head protection >Luna, meanwhile, gives you an approving nod, being one of the main reasons you got into biking in the first place >Sunflower just wears her usual face of mellow happiness >This time, though, you think that there’s a bit more honesty in the smile and a little less herbal medication >You rev up the vehicle and pull up next to the van >”Now, sunshine, promise me you’ll drive sa—” >”Pop a wheelie!” >”Luna!” “Say I won’t.” >”Anonymous Unknown, don’t you dare think—” >”You won’t, no balls!” >No balls “No balls?” >”Anonymous!” >”No. Balls.” >”Anonymous, I swear on everything that is good and—” >The deafening screech of burning rubber, vocal cords, and the wind whipping at your ears >And, above all that, you can hear Luna’s cheer >Man, can she scream... >Oh, and so can Trixie too, you guess >Cracking a smile, you ignore the slight tremble in the arms holding onto your midsection for dear life >Hurricane Hill, here you come >... >...... >The wind rushing through your hair... >”Dearest cousin…” >The world passing by in a blur... >”The Grateful and Undaunted Trixie has a question!” >The feeling of freedom that comes with pursuing the ever-endless road before you… “Jawohl, mein herr?” >You are Anonymous >And this is better than sex >”How much further?” >...Is it wrong to think that? “About, what, twenty or so?” >Sure, it wasn’t everything they made it out to be, but it was still pretty— >”Are there any pit stops along the way?” >Oh, right >This cute little tard’s still latched onto your back “Nein, es ist klarer als mein Suchverlauf.” >”Trixie… Trixie will guess that’s a no?” >A smile tugs at your lips “Ja!” >She squeezes you a bit harder >”Though graced with wisdom and a vocabulary beyond her years, Trixie is not, as of yet, bilingual!” >You raise a brow, briefly looking in the rear-view mirror >Yep >Mom’s van is still way off in the distance, itself a hardly-visible speck “I’d argue one of… actually, I’d argue both of those points.” >She makes a vain attempt of trying to crush your rib cage >Kind of proving your previous point, considering how you could swing this thing to the side and guarantee two premature deaths at any moment >”Are you positive there’s no gas station?” >You raise a brow “Forget something?” >You can hear her stumble over her words for a moment >”To use the bathroom, maybe…” >You give a sigh, gently pulling back on the throttle “I got fuck all for paper, so, uh, pine cones?” >”Trixie has some tissues, no need to worry yourself, dearest cousin.” >You raise a brow, shivering at the mental image that comes afterwards >Scat truly is a shit fetish >Pulling the vehicle to a full halt to the side of the road, you put the thing into park “Don’t need Sunflower to come with you this time, right?” >She takes a few tentative steps off, as if the world below might sink at any moment >”You and Trixie both remember that it was dark outside and we just got done telling scary stories, yes?” >You pull out a cancer stick and your trusty Zippo “Don’t know what you’re talking about, smurfette.” >After a bit of fumbling, she places your stahlhelm back onto your head before heading off into the tree line >”Trixie will never forgive you if you drive off.” >Taking in a lungful of the stuff, you wave her off “Yeah, sure.” >”Trixie means it!” >You give her the universal ‘Okay’ hand gesture >Seemingly satisfied, she disappears into the tree line >Killing the engine, you massage your forehead >Let’s hope this year’s trip isn’t as memorable as the last “Fuck you, Luna…” “Fuck you and your gorilla suit.” >And so, with mind now focused on your hatred for gorillas, you wait >And wait… >And wait… >And wa— >Fuck this “Hey, smurfette, you dead or something?” >There’s a moment’s pause, the idle rustle of foliage filling the air >”Trixie does not think so!” “Shit…” >Your mind begins to wander again >It decides to go over everything you packed >Ammo, map, fishing rod and subsequent tackle box… >Your blood runs cold, heart threatening to miss a beat >Did you forget the towel? >”Ta-da!” >Blinking, you look to the tree line >S-she’s actually posing as if she just did one of her card tricks... >Shaking your head, you rev up the engine “Congratulations, you want a cookie?” >She makes her way to your side >”Most certainly!” >Just as she gets within arm’s reach, though, you drive the bike just out of reach >You laugh at the near-devastated look she’s wearing >Like you just ripped a puppy's head off or some shit “C’mon, we’re burning daylight!” >She takes a moment to regain her composure before trying again >You make sure it remains a ‘try’ >”Anonymous!” “Hurry, they’re catching up!” >Another rumble of the engine >Another miffed pout after the pattering of boots on grass >”The Great and Benevolent Trixie would like for this to end now!” “They’re going to beat us any second now, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” >Another pull at the handles, another angry pout >”Trixie swears!” >Barely restraining a laugh, you turn back to her “Do… do you not want a ride?” >”Trixie swears that… that she’ll do something you won’t like!” “That’s not very hard, you kno—” >”Shut up!” “Awww, adorable, you’re all red!” >Gentle pushes are given to the throttle every time she gets ‘just’ close enough >”Trixie will eat all of the animal crackers!” >”Trixie will fray all of your shoelaces!” >”Trixie will… Trixie will…!” >She stops for a moment, looking confused >”Pardon, did you say Trixie is adorable?” >Having no semblance of tact at this point, what with your guffaws echoing throughout the encompassing woods, you wipe away a tear “W-wittle Twixie surprised senpai finally noticed her?” >She blinks, somehow managing to get even redder >”The Great and Ardent Trixie knows of no such thing!” >Stopping to deal with a small coughing fit, you’re met with a light slap to the back of the head a moment later >She hops on immediately after, strapping on the helmet all by herself >She tries to crush your ribs in the ensuing hold >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 >Finally calming your lungs, you turn and pat her helmet “Ready?” >She glares at your smile >”Trixie will make good on her promises…” >Regardless of her words, she still latches on >And what a time too >Mom’s just about caught up >Getting back to speed, you shoot a single finger up high while swerving to the sides >Trixie’s breathing turns rugged again >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 >The engine’s scream echoes throughout the woods for miles to come >... >...... >Huh >”It was just a prank, bro!” >You are Sunflower, and you didn’t quite expect this when you woke up this morning >”Now, sunshine, you know what this means, yes?” >Sure, you expected Celly to be a bit miffed at his earlier antics, but this? >”I dindu nuffin, our church needs mo money fo dem programs!” >You and Luna share a glance before shrugging at the sight >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 >She gives him a quick noogie, to which both of them laugh at again >You’re not sure if Celly is actually strong enough to hold him in place or if he’s just playing along… >”Dish duty for you, young man.” >She finally releases him from, to which he scuttles away, smile still on his face >”Oh boy—” >”For the entire trip.” >His smiles falls at that >You and everyone else share a laugh as he visibly slumps, himself giving a low, drawn out, “Fuuuuuuuuuck…” >And, as one, you all move to the back of Celly’s van to get all the supplies out >Anon, as to be expected, is at the forefront with his mother >They hand out all the bags and packs as if they weighed nothing >Before long, everyone has their things and the vehicles are left in favor of the familiar trail >Trees surround you from the sides, the scene at large pulling a previously unnoticed weight from your shoulders >The sounds of nature just have a way with calming you down like few things could >Speaking of which... “So, honey…” >Trixie looks up to you, a curious glint in her eye “Did you have fun?” >Much to your delight, she gives a rapid nod, her head a blur >”At first Trixie was scared, what with the, what do you call it… wheelie?” >She fiddles with her hands >”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!” >Is… >Is she skipping? >Oh, you haven’t seen her do this in how many years? >”Oh, it was truly a feeling, mother… maybe you should have Anonymous give you a ride?” >You reach down and tousle her hair >A laugh is shared as you glance at the trail ahead >This is always the worst part >The hike to the usual spot >...Well, at the very least you’ve got your little girl at your side >And, for once, she’s talking to you! >... >...... >Giving the map one last glance, you nod at the familiar patch of dirt and grass “Hah, told you we weren’t lost!” >You are Anonymous, and you were right all along >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 >Save for mom, they all look exhausted >”Sure didn’t look like it.” >You shrug, reaching down for a canteen and taking a swig “Sounds like heresy, Luna.” >She finally breaks the tree line that encircles the patch of ground, the group coming in behind her >She swipes your canteen before chugging like a motherfucker “Oh, rad.” >Sighing in satisfaction, she tosses the thing back to you >”Don’t worry, I’ll pay you back later.” >You blink, watching her set down her pack before taking a seat in the grass >What’d she mean by that? >Deciding that it’s best to not worry about it too much, you decide to get to work >Let’s just hope you don’t get shafted with the workload of setting up camp... >... >...... >You are Luna... >You are also thoroughly amused >”Like this?” >”...No, you really gotta put your back into it, like, really dig that fucker into the ground.” >”Oh, right…” >You watch the young niece stomp down on the tent peg >It barely gives a quarter inch >”Like that?” >Anonymous gives her a piercing look, as if trying to see if she’s joking or not >A moment later he raises his boot before sending it down on the thing, itself now thoroughly embedded into the dirt >Interrupting the peanut gallery, Celestia gives you a small nudge to the side >”What’re they up to now?” >You hold up a single finger “Listen…” >”Trixie declares that that was almost too easy!” >”You did fuck all, though.” >”Exactly!” >”...Your dad should have swallowed you.” >”Pardon?” >”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…” >You and Celestia trade bemused looks “You sure know how to raise ‘em.” >There’s a shared laugh as she hip checks you >”At least I’ve got one.” >Oh >You see how it is “The thing is, I’m waiting for a man that’ll stick around.” >”Oh shit.” >You hear Sunflower give a fake gasp to the side >”Fucking gottem, Luna.” >Your shoulder stings from the resulting punch, but only for a moment >The three of you laugh it off as a pair of voices grows in the background >”Father would’ve never done such a thing!” >”Pfft, you kidding me? Your old man was a huge faggot, he was a vegetarian for God’s sake—” >”Being a vegetarian does not automatically qualify someone as homosexual, Anonymous.” >”Yeah, and what about the tights?” >”Fashion.” >”And the shaved legs?” >”Mother always said they felt nice.” >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 >”Voting Democrat?” >”T-Trixie sees no point in these fallacies.” >”Yer father was a faggot, smurfette, no need to be ashamed.” >”Was not!” >”Was too!” >”WAS NOT!” >Gently rubbing at your forehead, your laugh continues on >Muffled by the sounds of the campfire and the duo’s faux-fight, of course >This is going to be a long week >... >...... >She can’t be serious, right? “Oh, shit, wait…” >You are Anonymous, and you are desperately fighting back a serious fit of the giggles right now >It takes an immense amount of willpower to put on a look of concern, the mirth now removed from your face “Does that mean that you’re half-gay?” >Confusion spreads across her face, nearly replacing the anger >”W-what?” >You look to mom and the others >Of course they’re watching, all smiling like retards >Well, if it’s a show they wanted, it’s a show they got “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…” >Taking a few steps back, you hold your hands up in a placating gesture “It might be contagious, now, smurfette…” >Aaaaaand there she goes again >Absolutely fucking livid >”Anonymous Unknown, Trixie is warning you…” “Oh shit, it’s aggressive!” >Turning on a heel, you pick a random direction and pick up in a mad dash into the wilderness >As expected, she gives chase, yelling her overly-complicated and verbose insults all the while >Truly, this is the optimal camping experience >... >...... >You’re not sure… >”Trixie hates you.” >You’re not sure if this is funny or sad >You are Anonymous, and currently you’re looking down at the hunched over form of your cousin >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 >Trixie, on the other hand, took to the small chase a bit poorly... “Shit, smurfette, you’re acting like we sprinted a mile or some—” >”Another… another word and Trixie will lather you in vomit.” >Your eyes meet >Her’s radiate anger, exhaustion, and familiar determination >Determination to do what, though, you have no idea “You won’t.” >Slowly, ever so slowly, you see her arm rise in the your peripherals “No fucking balls.” >Her hand is now dangerously close to her mouth, a single finger being produced as her mouth slowly opens “My ancestors are smiling upon me, imperial…” >Her finger enters her mouth “Can you say the same?” >And, for a while, you both continue to stare at one another >...You take the time to not worry about what’s to come, but instead take in her features >The slight bags under her eyes >The thin layer of sweat covering her fair skin >The flinch as her eyes suddenly widen >Wait, shit, that’s ain’t— >You don’t have time to finish that thought, your body recoiling on instinct >She did it >She actually hurled, a majority of the stuff only avoided by your quick feet “Good fucking Lord, Trixie!” >”You… you said I wouldn’t!” “I spent an hour polishing these!” >”This is the future you chose, dearest cousin.” >You let loose a string of silent curses, each more profane than the last >You pop a squat and begin to wipe off the vomit off of your boots with a handful of leaves “You just don’t puke on a man’s boots, smurfette!” >”Trixie did nothing wrong, you instigated her with provocative language.” “Words are different from your fucking stomach acid, you fucking smurf n.” >”Trixie was a good girl, she dindu nuffin.” >You shoot her a glare, just now beginning on the second boot “That’s my line.” >Her smile only grows >”She was a good girl, dem cops just racis agais us blue people!” “Trixie Lulamoon, I swear on everything good on God’s green earth…” >”She was gonna be an astronaut an shiet, she was da class representuhve, and hadda tree-fiddy GPA!” “Soon as I’m done getting this shit offa my boot…” >”It’s all cuzza dem racis green bois.” >You look up to her, eyes narrowing at her smug, shit-eating smile >”Kill greeny!” >She doesn’t have time to finish her yelp before you clasp a hand around one of her wrists >She giggles and yelps in protest, of course, but it doesn’t help her escape your grip >”Police brutality!” >Rolling your eyes, you place a single finger to her lips >You only slightly grimace as she gives it a long, drawn-out lick from the base to the tip >Cease your faggotry, little Anon... “You’re going to shine my boots when we get back to camp.” >Trixie looks as if she was expecting a bigger reaction from her tongue, what with the little pout and all >”Trixie dindu nuffin.” >Leaning down, you get to eye level with her >She looks at you with bright, challenging eyes, her smile unwavering >This little retard… “I hate you.” >”Trixie loves you too, dearest cousin.” >And, with that, her head darts forward >She gives an exaggerated “Mwah!” as a kiss is planted on your lips >T-the fuck?! >Blinking, you pull back and release your grip, hand shooting up to wipe your mouth >Your cheeks are burning up as she gives her usual giggle >Muttering a few curses, you begin to make way back to camp >At least you didn’t taste the puke... “We aren’t kids anymore, smurfette, miss me with that gay shit.” >She skips her way to your side, eyes innocent and happy >”Oh, what, embarrassed about having your first kiss?” >...This has to be some new technique of hers to mess with you >4D chess, has to be >You reach over and tousle her hair before playfully pressing her away >She giggles and swats at your hand “Implying I haven’t already lost my v-card.” >She blinks, laughter quickly dying off >”You’re… you’re serious, aren't you?” >You shrug, biting back a smile “Maybe, why?” >The crunching of dead leaves underfoot gives way to a brief silence >”Trixie thought Anonymous would have stayed pure for his wife, to enjoy the bliss of the wedding bed.” >Blinking, you turn to her >She’s dead-ass serious >...Huh “Sense and morals turn to shit under sweat and music, smurfette.” >There’s a brief pause as you rub your neck “You really believe that, though?” >She gives a rapid nod… >Are her eyes misty? “Well, shit, I’m kind of surprised.” >You reach out again and pull her into a playful headlock >A quick noogie is had as she begins to giggle again >Can't have a sad smurf, now can we? >”And what’s that supposed to mean?!” >You release her, to which she begins to playfully pound on your shoulder “Means I’m surprised you’re not like all the other roasties.” >Silence settles in, though you wait for her to stop beating in your shoulder before giving her a smile “Practice what you preach, smurfette, and you’ll make someone very, very happy one day.” >Aaaand there she goes again: what with the blushing and the flustered twiddling of hands >”T-the Palpitating and Amorous Trixie will obey, as she hopes to be the greatest mother in day’s yet passed!” >...Huh >Never figured her the type to want kids “You, a mother?” you say with a chuckle >She gives another excited nod, smile wide as it can be >”Trixie wants one boy, one girl, no more, no less!” >You smile at that >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 “Shit taste, smurfette.” >The sight of the camp is just visible beyond another set of trees and foliage “Two boys and one girl is the only true answer.” >You squeeze between a shrubbery and a tree, giving a greeting to the three familiar women >”...Trixie can work with that.” “Say again?” you call over your shoulder >”Nothing!” >You shrug, turning back to the rest of the family >”So, have fun?” mom asks, the woman barely giving you a moment’s rest before tossing you a fishing pole >You catch it without missing a beat “Guess you could say that, though smurfette puked on me boots.” >”You said Trixie wouldn't!" >You shake your head at the immediate roar of laughter, your attention now focused on your pack >There’s a moment’s rummaging as you look for the familiar canteen, the sneaky sumbitch found after a bit of cursing >The water tastes like ambrosia, though, sadly, it’s gone after a few chugs >”Ready for a bit of fishing, sunshine?” >You shoot her a thumbs up from over your shoulder >When you make to stand and turn, however, you see a sight that makes you raise a brow >Auntie Luna’s standing besides mom, fishing pole in hand and tackle box in the other >”As they say, nephew dearest…” >She reaches up to pinch your cheek, wiggling it like grandma used to >”Sunlight is burning!” “Daylight’s a burnin—” >”Tomayto, tomahto, Anonymous...” >She smiles before patting you on the head, the woman turning to the side and beginning to make way towards the stream >”Come, come!” >You look to mom, then back to Luna, then back to mom >”She finally wanted to try fishing with us.” >She shrugs, giving a soft laugh as her sister disappears into the tree line >”Oh, and don’t tell anyone, but she also wants to go shooting with us later tomorrow.” >...Huh >Usually she’s one to always stick with Sunflower >Turning to Trixie, you offer her a shrug “Guess Luna’s coming.” >She nods at this, though she sends a momentary glare Luna’s way >...Women are weird >You begin to follow mom, Trixie scrambling for her pack and her rod that lay within >Just as you pass the beginnings of a campfire, though, you give your auntie Sunflower a smile >Said woman is sitting on a fold-out chair, a book in her lap and a bag of granola by her feet >You know the answer, but, as the tradition demands, you ask anyways “Sure you don’t wanna’ come along, Sunny?” >She shakes her head, the smile returned with additional warmth >”Nah, dude, I’m too busy getting comfy.” >She makes a little show out of relaxing into her seat >”Got my book, life is good.” >You shrug, offering her a wave >She returns it >”See ya’, dude.” “You too.” >Just as you break the tree line, Trixie more or less running to catch up to you, you can’t help but smile >...The place is probably going to reek of pot when you get back >... >...... >This... >”And guess what?” >This has never happened before >”The retard actually did it!” >You don’t look up from your bobber, of which has laid undisturbed since you cast it some... oh, two hours ago? >You know, being the Great and Powerful Trixie and all, you were initially pretty excited about fishing next to your favorite person >But, as you sat and waited, and waited, and waited, things tend to get on your nerves >Things that may or may not be another one of Anon's stories, of which you respond to without really processing “Yes.” >”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!” “Hmm, riveting.” >He slaps his knee at the memory >And, well, just know that it involves a Carolina Reaper, a pariah's reciprocated love, and a pictures that Anon shouldn't have >”Oh God, Oh God, and you know what I said when he finally stopped blowing chunks like a motherfucker?” “Sure.” >A warm hand finds its way onto your shoulder >”I told the tard I was joking, and that I didn't have the nudes!" >His head rears back as a hearty laugh escapes him >You try and hold the scowl for a moment longer... >But it proves futile >You can’t help but be happy when he’s happy >...Doesn’t mean you can’t still be mad, though >He should be yours >He should never have thought that any of them would actually love him like you do “Oh, silence that screeching, you’ve told the morose and Irked Trixie this story at least two times before!” >He’s actually told you it three times, actually >Whenever he asks if he has, though, you always tell him no >Retelling the story from his senior days in high school just brings him pure joy, which, in turn, makes you happy >In response to your words, Anon reaches out to tousle your hair... >He pulls his hand back at the very last second, your hand hitting thin air >Again he laughs >”D’awww, are you blushing again?” >You puff out your cheeks indignantly before jerking your head in the opposite direction “Absolutely not!” >”Does wittle Twixie wanna’ prove to Anonemoose that she can catch a fishie?” >Ugh >He’ll never let that die, will he? “Trixie was six years old, and she had never had practice saying ‘Anonymous’, so cease your plebeian screeching—” >”Smurfette's blushing!” “Trixie is not!” >”I know a blush when I see one, you quintuple nigg—” >You blink at the sudden jerk from the rod in your hands >That wasn’t what you think it was, was it? >...There it is again! >”Awww shiiiiieeeeet!” Anon says as the line gives way >Your hands are moving before you even know what’s happening >”C’mon, c’mon,” he cheers, “reel that sumbitch in!” “That’s what Trixie is doing!” >”Don’t break the line, remember to—” “Trixie can do this on her own!” >”You said that the last two fucking times, you blue waffle!” “Shut up!” >”Nou!” >There comes a splash of water, and a great thrashing from the pole >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 >It's only after once it's dead and semi-still do you realize that it's a catfish >Easily the best catch you’ve had in the past three years >Slowly, donning the widest smile you can produce, you turn to look at Anon “As you were saying, cousin?” >He eyes the thing up and down for a minute before a high, drawn-out whistle escapes his mouth >”...It's fucking puny, smurfette—” >...Nope >You stand from your chair with a low grumble... >You don’t even care to unhook the catch from the hook... >You just grab the tackle box and gear before heading a direction that you hope camp will be in >The sound of following steps is soon followed by a familiar cousin appearing in your peripherals >”I mean, hey, it’s not about size, it’s about how you use it.” >You suck in a breath “Trixie now hates you until the end of time.” >He reaches out to ruffle your hair >He pulls back at just the last moment, your teeth snapping closed mere centimeters from his fingertips >Again he laughs, the amusement from his eyes and voice showing >”I mean, what if our catches were bigger?” >...You’re really tempted to swing the tackle box at his face right now >Sure, Auntie Celestia, Anon, and Luna may have caught six massive ones... >Sure, they may have left long before you to get dinner started while you waited for ONE catch... >But... >But yours... >Yeah, there's nothing special about it >It's a puny catfish in comparison, itself just 6 inches and fairly light >You stare at the thing that dangles yet by the hook, a shallow sigh escaping you >Anon tries to seize the opportunity to mess up your hair again >Again, the chomp misses by a mere hair “Cease your idiocy!” >This only gets him to try to tousle you with both hands “Trixie said CEASE!” >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 >”Ah, you little shit!” “Thrrixxee shhaid chhheshe.” >He tries in vain to wriggle his finger free, his laughter still rampant in face of the situation >”Lemme’ go, lemme go!” “Shiish ish dha pphhhate yew schose.” >He reaches out his hand to your side, keeping it open and at the ready >”Don’t make me do it, biocunt, I swear on me mum, I’ll do it.” “Shhhhh, no tearsh, shust dr—” >A moment later you’re met with the feeling of five prancing fingers at your side >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 >Said hand soon joins its ally in mercilessly tickling your sides “No, no, stop!” you choke out between mad fits of laughter, “No means no!” >You drop your pole and tackle box in an attempt to free your hands to fend off the assault >It does you no good, and, before long, you’re on the ground >”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?” “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” >Your laughter echoes throughout the nearby woods >Soon enough his laughter joins yours >You keep screaming for it to stop, but God doesn’t hear you >There is only tickles >Terrible, terrible tickling >... >...... >Your eyes flick between the campfire and the direction leading to the river “Think they got eaten by a bear?” >It takes a moment before Cel takes her attention off the spit roast and the fish that lay impaled >”Probably.” >And, with a hum, she turns back to the fire >You sigh >It’s been, what, almost two and a half hours since you and Cel got back to camp in order to start dinner? >Trixie, bless her heart, was adamant on staying until she caught at least one fish >And, being the kind soul he was, Anon naturally stayed at her side lest she get lost on the way back again >...Your laugh echoes throughout the camp “Remember the time when Trix got lost?” >Cel merely shakes her head with a smile >Sunflower rolls her eyes before returning her attention back to 'Meditation for Dummies' >”And we found her trying to ask squirrels for the way back to camp?” Cel says, a giggle escaping her >Sunflower raises a brow as the corners of her mouth twitch a bit >She chuckles after a quick look around to confirm that Trixie is still absent >”Hey, I’d rather her ask some squirrels than a bear.” >Silence falls over the group again, and, with another sigh, you rest in your usual seat >...This rock is your rock >Flat like no other, and just the right height where you don’t feel like a hunchback when you sit on it >Closing your eyes, you— >”Kept you waiting, huh?” comes a voice that makes a smile immediately hop onto your face >You all but hop off the rock and onto your feet “Oh, finally, we were beginning to think that something happened,” you say while walking up to the two... >Huh >Trixie’s breathing hard again "Are you two racing again?" >Without thinking, you place hand to her forehead >Feels fine... >”Trixie is fine, she was just assaulted and tickled without her consent for nearly twenty—” >Anon plops a hand over her mouth, a cheeky smile on his face >”She bit my fin—OW, FUCK, SHE DID IT AGAIN!” >You blink at the sight, your hand instinctively drawing back from the niece >Anon begins to thrash, his hand immediately going to tickle Trixie’s side >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 >After a bit of wriggling, Anon has his finger free and both hands are now used in relentlessly tickling the blue niece >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… >Take in mind that this happened in less than seven seconds >Slowly, incredulously, you turn to Cel and Sunflower >Cel is completely focused on cooking the last of the fish, a happy smile on her face >Sunflower only shoots the two a mildly curious look, a hand raised to her mouth to prevent her giggles from escaping “Now I remember why I don’t have kids…” >”Because you’re single?” says Cel without bothering to look up “Shut up.” >”Gottem,” quips Sunflower >You shake your head and, after one glance down at the two, head back to your rock >A few moments pass before Cel speaks in a soft, comforting voice >”Don’t worry, they’ll tire each other out in a moment…” >”Fuckin’ thot!” says Anon, himself just barely audible above Trixie's laughter >”Language, sunshine,” hums Cel >Anon looks up, catches her eyes, and gives a thumbs up >Aaaand then he's back on Trixie >”Fick dich, transvestiten schwuchtel!” >Cel raises a brow, shakes her head, and chuckles >”Ich hätte dich verschlucken sollen,” you can hear her mutter above the crackling fire >You squint at her >...Man, you really should have gone with her and tried to learn a second language from dad when you were kids >Looping a bit of your hair with a stray finger, you slightly slump and decide to follow Cel's advice >...At least watching the two is better than trying to catch a nap >No more than fifteen minutes later the two are panting and out of breath >”You two done?” asks Cel, herself now taking the last cooked fish off of the spit >”Jawohl, mein herr.” >”Trixie... Trixie hates you, Anonymous.” >”Untermensch.” >Sighing, glad that the two are finally done, you walk up again and offer each a hand up “How about we try this again… without the whole biting fiasco?” >The two look up at you, then back to each other, then to Cel with all the cooked fish… >This happens two more times until they give each other a single nod and each take a hand >Heaving them up, you laugh and pat each on the shoulder “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?” >She raises a brow >"We were much, much worse." >Cel sees your skeptical look and grins >"You would pull hair, and sunbun would always cry wolf to mother." >"I only ran to mom once, and that was because you ripped off Mr Yumyum's eye!" says Sunflower, her voice indignant >Brief flashbacks come of her little stuffed rabbit and how she would carry it everywhere... >Back when you and Cel would play monkey in the middle with that stupid thing... >Good times! >You chuckle and scoot your rock close to the fire, Cel handing you a freshly-cooked fish laid in a frisbee dish >It even has a side of rice, a complimentary fork and knife already inserted “Thanks, Cel.” >She returns your smile and hands out the other portions to everyone else, all of whom are now finding seats around the fire… >You blink when everyone's settled in, your eyes going to Anonymous and Trixie >It’s not that you expected them to sit away from each other… >Wait, what the hell are you saying? >That’s exactly what you expected! >They’re practically shoulder to shoulder… >You and your sisters never would've gotten over a scuffle like that so quick... >These two are cut from a different cloth, that's for sure >”Yo?” questions Anonymous, pausing from his meal and catching your stare >You blink “Sorry, lost in thought.” >He nods, jerking his head at Trixie >”Maybe you could teach a thing or two about that to munchfuck over here?” >"Language," chides Cel >"My b." >Trixie narrows her eyes and points her fork at Anonymous, her face an over-exaggerated scowl >His lips slowly form into a smile >”So, it’s treason then?” >A moment later, the two blink at a bright flash from across the fire… >You instantly recognize it as the flash from Sunflower’s Polaroid camera, but what you don’t get is why it was so bright >You look up to the sky, only to realize that the sun’s setting >Huh >Time flies >”You’re still making those collages?” asks Anon while rubbing his eyes >He gets a giddy nod and a smile in response from Sunflower >”Every year, every trip, don’t think I won't!” >You nod “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.” >Anon and Trixie share a shrug >Sunflower takes the developing photo and begins to flick it with gusto >Hopefully there’s a bit of good banter to be had >But, for a while, you just sit there and eat >Warm food, warm fire, and warm clothes? >Yeah >This is what you look forward to during those long days at work >Not your non-existent love life >Not the nights spent crunching numbers and trying to force Sunflower to have a understanding of finances greater than ‘only now matters’ >No >It’s these smiles >It’s these few people that actually care about you, and who you would do anything for >”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?” >Anonymous doesn’t look up from his food >”Das racis." >Nobody bats an eye >”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!” >You and your sisters exchange looks >”Honey, chomping on people isn’t exactly an effective way to, uh, you know, settle arguments,” Sunflower says with a smile >Cel nods >”While I agree that my little sunshine can be a bit much at times—” >”Lies and slander.” >”—I don't think that biting him is the best course of action... Rather, if you really want get back at him...” >Her smile grows exponentially >”Just embarrass him!” >Anon looks up from his dinner, eyes narrowed >”Whoah there, tiger—” >”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?” >That gets you to raise a brow as a smile graces your face >This is getting good “No, I can’t say you did…” >Anon physically stiffens at this, his cheeks now sporting a dash of red >”Mom, no, don’t you dare.” >”Mom, yes!” Sunflower says with a chuckle >She looks between the two, her warm smile giving way to a certain something in her eyes >”Now, Anon,” she says, “we’re going to have a good hike tomorrow, and there will be no biting, yes?” >Her son looks at her >He then looks at the Trixie, her cheeks filled like a squirrel’s as she gives him a smug look >With a sigh does he return his gaze to Cel >”Yep.” >The look on Trixie’s face tells you that nothing good can come of this >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 >Before long, though, Sunflower’s photo is all ready for viewing and she hands it between you and Cel >Cel gives a low, “Awww!” while you smile warmly at the sight >Feels like just yesterday when you all went on this camping trip for this first time >...Maybe you’ll have to ask Sunflower to let you see her collages again? >They were so cute when they were little >You blink at the sound of a yawn >That yawn passes >Soon enough people are getting up from their seats and stretching, Anon collecting the plates and such >W-what >You wanted some stories around the campfire! >When it comes time for Anon to take your plate and silverware, you give him a smile and a nod >He returns it, and, as your hands briefly touch with the transfer, you feel just a bit warmer >You tempt the idea of walking with him to the stream in order to get a bit of alone time >But, just as you make to rise from your seat, he’s long gone in the direction of the stream >Sunflower quickly makes for her tent with a goodnight to everyone >Cel is next to head in for the night, herself just getting done with securing the food up high off of a branch >She heads into the tent you’ve always shared together, the thing zipping up behind her >That leaves you and Trixie, the later of which has eyes darting to and fro where Anonymous was last-seen >Reaching into your jacket and producing a flask, you take a drink before sighing “Good night, Trixie.” >She smiles >”Sweet dreams, dearest aunt.” >And, with that, you take off your boots before heading into your tent >Hopefully you’ll have some spare time with him later… >... >...... >You are Anonymous >And, fuck, do you hate the dark >Not because you’re scared about what it’ll hold, but more so because you keep tripping on shit >Feels like you can’t go five paces without nearly falling on your face >Every root, rock, and stray stick somehow finds its way beneath your boots >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 >Thank Jebus >Before long do you find yourself in front of the campfire >Oddly enough, there are no smores or stories being told >In their place is your cousin, a tired smile on her face as she looks up at you >She kicks her legs lazily in her seat and offers a small wave >”Have fun?” >You scoff >Heading over to your pack, you open it up before shoving that shit in for the night >You’ll be using it again for breakfast, so no point in properly stowing it “Yeah, totally, you should have been there.” >You crack your back and head to the fire “Met a guy named Bigby along the way, apparently he was looking for some ‘Crooked Guy’.” >It hisses and crackles as you pour a bit of water on it before offering it a few stomps >”Really?” she asks, now standing and at your side >Before long the camp is only lit by the moonlight “Fuck no.” >The two of you make way for the tent, toss your bags in, and take your boots off before heading in >You empty your pockets and settle into your sleeping bag with a sigh >Before long Trixie is next to you, herself beside you in her own bag, and a bout of silence roles in >It’s long enough to let you appreciate the ambient sounds of nature from all around, but is soon interrupted by a whisper >”Anonymous?” >You yawn “Yeah?” >”Trixie, in her haste to pack, forgot to pack her pillow.” >You turn to look at her >You can just barely make out her eyes in the dark “Then use your bag as a pillow.” >”Trixie is comfortable, and her bag is all the way down by her weary feet.” “Then take a note from me and use your arm.” >She reaches out to poke the arm that lays underneath your head, fingers caressing the muscles >”Trixie’s arms lack the definition that yours have.” >You don’t say anything >Trixie scoots close before resting her head on your chest >”This will suffice.” >You blink at her, contemplate resistance, and accept it without too much fuss >She gives a gentle sigh, relaxing into you with a nuzzle >”Good night, Anonymous.” “G’night.” >You close your eyes and drift away to the sound of her breathing >...Or, well, at least you try to drift away into the dream world >Instead you’re just left laying there >You slip an arm around her warm body and pull her close >After what feels like the third hour of idle thoughts and listening to her breathing, you settle in for the long haul >As you lay and think about what’s going to happen tomorrow, however, your thoughts always come back to one thing >That thing is how she licked your finger earlier today >The look in her eyes… >The memory itself brings little Anon to attention, much to your horror, and it doesn’t help that she’s in your arms >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