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“Now slip it down your pussy. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“So wet,” she whimpered. “You drive me crazy, Remy.”

My name on her sweet, moaning lips was enough to make me come, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down my pants, finding my center aching and wanting her. “That’s it, baby girl. How’s that feel?”

“Feels so good,” she hummed. “This is so bad.”

“Yeah? You like being a little bad, don’t you, Fauna? You’re going to be daddy’s bad girl and come for me?”

“Do you want me to?” she asked, and I could hear in her voice that she was close to breaking. I wasn’t far behind as I rubbed myself in time with the still-fucking characters on the computer monitor.

“Come for me, Fauna. I want to hear you moan as you do. Don’t hold anything back.”

“I think about you all the time when I touch myself,” she whispered. “Oh, God. I’m coming?—”

“Fuck, Fauna?—”

We came at the same time, her sighs and whimpers pushing me over the edge. I imagined it was her pussy my fingers glided over and not my own, thought of how I’d please her, exploring my own body in effort to know hers better, to find the movements specific to Fauna Belrose’s perfect little cunt.

But hearing her come, knowing I could bring her to release with just my voice, was pure ecstasy. And it was me in the video game this time, not her thinking it was my brother. She knew it was me.

This wasn’t me coming onto her in a movie theater either.

Fauna came to me asking for this.

That was progress.

NEW ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.

But then, suddenly and abruptly— Fauna left the chat. Her avatar disappeared.

“No virtual cuddles, I guess?” I asked into the static mic. “Okay, gotcha.”

Again, she disappeared, leaving me wondering if I’d done something wrong, or if she even liked me at all.

The front door slammed shut, and I straightened just as my brother appeared in the doorway. “Hey asshole, want to work out tomorrow?”

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. Trev hadn’t asked me to work out in forever, not since he had college soccer bros to train with. “Yeah, sure. Congrats on the win tonight, by the way.”

My twin left to shower.

And I stared at the screen, missing his girlfriend until morning.

LEVEL 6

PLAYER TWO: FAUNA

Why didI think it was a great idea to replace every square on my keyboard with glowing resin gummy bear keycaps?

Why did I decide to foster three kittens? Two of which were currently climbing my ripped lace curtains with their little knife claws.

Why did I think flirting, slushy thigh-licking, and video game scissoring with my boyfriend’s ridiculously hot sister was a good idea?

While I was at it, why did one of my kittens paw at the computer cord and unplug everything right at the very end of our little microphone sex sesh? “Turnip,” I groaned at the little white ball of fluff bouncing under my computer desk. “You killed the vibe. Now Remy is going to think I ran away like a shy, stupid, stupid face.”

Turnip meowed.

I scooped up the little demon and plugged my computer back in. Not like it mattered; it was such an old system, it would take forever to reboot. Remy would be long asleep and probably not thinking about me at all. Why would she? Her girlfriend was perfection. Mary Jane was everything I wasn’t: polished, put together, rich, powerful, successful. She was that song by Cake as a whole person. You know,Short Skirt, Long Jacket? That song.

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