Page 1 of sWitch

LEVEL 1

PLAYER ONE: REMY

I wantedto fuck my brother’s girlfriend.

His gamer headphones sat on the desk, glowing under neon blue lights that made everything seem just a little sexier. It was like time didn’t exist in the gamer world—in reality, it kind of didn’t. It was why I played so much; maybe why he played so much too.

But right now, he was ignoring his girlfriend, whose little voice buzzed through the mic ever so faintly.

My twin brother, Trevor, mirrored me in looks and some gaming preferences, our voices perfectly matched at a low timbre, but that’s where the similarities ended. He was stupid enough to leave his game streaming in a private enclave of V for Valin, an open-world RPG we’d been playing separately for weeks. I was a college dropout and he was in his senior year, and we both hated home, so it made sense that we’d share an apartment and turn the second bedroom into a game cave.

I didn’t mind sharing a room with my twin; that was how it had always been. And we’d always had different taste in women, so when he brought home his little college airheads to fuck, I’d roll over and crank my headphones with metal to the max.

That was, until Fauna Belrose.

Not my type at all. Even her dainty little name betrayed that she was a bubblegum princess. While my brother dressed preppy, keeping his black hair short and trimmed, I was the storm cloud of the family—goth, with slicked back black hair, double lip piercings, a clipped tongue with a barbell, and leaning toward dark masculine and alternative witchy attire. I’d already filled two sleeves of tattoos from my apprenticeship at a local shop. If a new recruit wanted to ink or pierce me, I let them.

I was sure little Fauna Cottage-Core Belrose, with her pinky-blonde hair tied back in a baby blue ribbon, her pink strawberry sundresses, her breasts perched above another goddamn bow on her neckline…had never looked at me twice, only my jock of a twin brother. That was who she wanted, some version of me in another universe. The athlete, the soccer star, the good-grade-getter—the man.

She didn’t want me. No, not the metalhead masc-lesbian who’d never had a real girlfriend. Oh, I’d fucked women, but I’d never committed to one girl. Clearly, I wasn’t the picture of a good partner. Still…I wouldn’t have been so stupid as to leave a precious little pink diamond like Fauna unattended.

I checked our room; nothing. Peeked out the blinds; nothing. No ride to speak of. That fucker really did just split and leave her hanging. It was wrong what I was about to do, but…I crept into the neon darkness of the game room and closed the door, taking my seat in the chair as the monitors showed her pixelated avatar,swaying her rounded hips back and forth as her long fuchsia hair swished. Her OC personified her.

It was disgustingly girly…and I hated that I was attracted to it. Attracted to a player-customized cartoon character—yeah, I was losing my mind.

I slipped on the headphones and cleared my throat. “Fauna?”

“There you are, Trevor,” she sighed. “I thought you ghosted me.”

He did, but I wouldn’t. Would never—could never.

“Hey, baby,” I answered.

She gasped slightly, her tone trilling through the earphones, making me wet with just her sweet voice. “You never call mebaby… Mmm… I like it.”

Fuck me.

The tops of my hands were sore from fresh ink, two spider webs on each side, but I’d relish the pain anyway—I picked up the controller, and my brother’s dumbass avatar popped to life on the screen.

“I like your voice,” I said lowly, ignoring the carbon image of my brother on screen. Of course he’d design his player to look just like him—no blue hair or a tail or any other weird ass thing you could do to customize your OC in this game. No, my twin was perfect as is, wasn’t he?

Fauna moved her pink witch closer. “Kinda weird your guy is such a normie,” she giggled. “But look at this?—”

The tiny, glittery pink bra and skirt of her avatar vanished, leaving a ridiculously big-breasted, thick, and downright pornographic character.

There was something so enticing about her timid voice against the busty, sparkling witch on screen… I cleared my throat. “You know, I could fuck you here in the game if you wanted.”

Her short intake of breath made my pussy throb in anticipation. Hopefully, my twin would stay out for a while…

“What’s gotten into you? Whatever it is, I like it,” she breathed, her avatar kissing mine deeply before lying backward in the purple grass. Of course, she laid down. Fauna was a bottom if I’d ever seen one—my fucking favorite.

I removed my avatar’s clothes, seeing Trevor had, of course, given himself a huge ass dick. I rolled my eyes; I could please her better than him, cock or no cock, fictionally or non-fictionally.

I stood between her legs, making my character stroke himself. “I’ll only fuck you in the game if you touch yourself for real right now—and let me hear it.”

“For real?”

“You heard me.”

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