Desperate Twins (closed)

[RawDog33]

I nodded. She was right, of course. It was insanely hot, but we couldn’t continue down that path, as much as we might want to. I picked up the shot glass.

“Well, here’s to a fresh start,” I offered as a toast, before we clinked the tiny glasses together and threw back our shots. I chased mine with the soda, as I had never really gotten used to the taste and burning sensations of the whiskey.

“So... are we taking a night off cam, just to celebrate and hang out?” I asked her. I nodded towards the computer as I poured more shots. “Looks like you have a couple messages from your regulars,” I noticed.

 

[Cum_Inside]

“I think after last night I need tonight off. I just want to get hammered,” I returned, twisting so that my neck rested on the armrest and my feet were propped in his lap. “But read them to me and I’ll tell you what to say.”

I downed another shot knowing that I didn’t handle them well, but also knowing I just needed to loosen up a bit and relax. Tommy had always laughed at how easy of a drunk I was and usually policed my drinking for that reason, so I was surprised he was actually letting me do this. I was going to press my luck as much as he would allow me. Plus, it’s not like I had to be to work early in the morning anymore, so if I was a little hungover, what did it really matter?

 

[RawDog33]

“Hammered it is then!” I said with a chuckle. I usually wouldn’t let my sister do this kind of thing, but it was apparent the rules were different now. Things had changed.

There may have been selfish motivations as well. I knew quite well how touchy-feely she could get when she had a few drinks in her, and more than anything right now I craved her body against mine.

I gave the bottom of her foot a quick tickle, just to make her giggle, before I pulled up the messages. “Let’s see... Rob wants to do a quick private, but that was half an hour ago and it looks like he’s logged off... and... uhm... okay, this is Eddie, and he’s the guy from, uhh, from last night... he says he wants to buy custom video of you fucking... uhm, fucking... fucking me.”

I gulped and poured out two more shots, promptly downing mine and chasing it.

 

[Cum_Inside]

Tommy's fingers did startle a giggle out of my mouth as he tickled me, but that died out when he read the messages. I could see now that last night's episode wasn't going to be ignored that easily. "Uhm, just bullshit a little and distract like I would," I mumble, immediately downing the shot he'd just poured. I was starting to feel a little tipsy now and it was obvious when my tension melted away because I kept moving closer to Tommy on the couch. As much as it was awkward between us, I did miss our close companionship and my snuggle buddy, so I decided just to let everything go and attempt to get back to normal. He didn't notice my slow approach until I placed a soft kiss on his shoulder and laid my head on his chest.

I wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing on the computer despite being right there, instead reaching once more for the bottle and gulping down a big mouthful before immediately chasing it with another. One of my hands slid around through the gap between his waist and the couch and grasped onto his opposite hipbone as the other one traced up his chest to rest just under his ribs. I could feel his eyes on me as I watched the pictures dancing across the television screen, steadfastly trying to to ignore it.

 

[RawDog33]

She had eased herself on over towards me as she drank shot after shot. I was downing them almost as fast, and I gave up on counting how many we had. I was definitely feeling pretty good though.

I refilled my soda cup and finished messaging her customers, and as I felt her arm slide around me, her hand on my chest, her kiss on my shoulder, I slid the laptop shut and pushed it away for the night, my gaze wandering over her body. She had changed into comfortable lounging clothes, which for her could mean lots of different things, but tonight it was a cute little black spaghetti strap top, which had a deep V with a tiny string across it, and tiny white cotton shorts, the string tied in a neat little bow in the front. As she pressed against me, I immediately realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her large breast pressed in the most lovely way against my side.

I slid my arm down along her side, my hand coming to rest on the swell of her hip. I picked up the remote for the TV and started scrolling through looking for a new show on netflix for us to watch, as the other one had just ended.

“I swear I probably spend more time browsing than actually watching anything on here,” I chuckled. “What are you in the mood for?”

 

[Cum_Inside]

"Anything," I responded sleepily, enjoying the heat of his body and the buzz spreading down through my bones. I felt a little woozy, but Tommy was so comfortable as he held me. It didn't take long until my eyes fluttered shut and I was snoring softly against his chest. When I woke, it had only been a few minutes but he was shifting underneath me, turning to sit with his back against the arm rest and pulling me into the gap between his thighs against his torso. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me but I couldn't bring myself to really care, snuggling even closer and sighing in happiness as he adjusted to make us both more comfortable. I leaned forward and downed one final shot before burying my face into his neck and offering a barely there kiss of affection at the way he took care of me so well.

We rested there like that for a few minutes before I realized just how badly I needed to pee. I shakily stood and plodded down the hallway slowly, doing my business and freshening up. I brushed my teeth and wiped the sleep from my eyes before wandering back out to the couch. Tommy hadn't moved other than to grab one of the throw blankets and mute the sound on the television as he messed around on his phone instead, and I happily climbed under it and back into the spot I'd previously vacated.

"Simon and I are going to see a band tomorrow, so I won't be home til late," I told him. "I'm planning to do any camming in the afternoon to make up for it. Just a couple of quick little segments maybe. Nothing too involved. I'll have supper ready for you," I whispered, looking up to meet his eyes as he watched me resettle in his lap. I didn't want to break the spell the apartment had fallen under in the silence of the night. As always, drunk me always spoiled that with the lack of filter.

"You're so warm. I just want to sleep right here," I mumbled, nuzzling into his shoulder. "I'm so comfy, baby," slipped out before I could hold back the words, the pet-name easily falling from my lips as though it was meant to be spoken. For once, with the haze of alcohol, even though I knew that I probably shouldn't be calling him that, I didn't take it back and allowed my body to relax into a sleepy pile of limbs in his arms once more.

 

[RawDog33]

Drunk Anna was sweetly affectionate, cuddling up on me, tenderly kissing me appreciatively. I felt bad that my thoughts so regularly turned sexual involving her. I couldn’t help it. After literally feeding her my cock and seed last night, and nevermind everything that was said leading up to that moment, I desperately wanted more of her.

I bristled a bit when she told me she’d be home late tomorrow, but I let it go. She had told me that my cock was bigger and better than the other guy’s. She nuzzled up on me, kissing me lightly and I heard her call me “baby,” which gave me pause. I smiled a bit and then leaned my face down and kissed the top of her head. “Love you baby,” I whispered.

 

[Cum_Inside]

“Love you too,” I responded, readjusting just a bit. As comfortable as it was, I knew that I would eventually have to retreat into my own bed. Before I did that I wanted to soak up as much of his body heat as I could. As I wiggled, I could feel his cock hardening underneath me every time I brushed against it. I ignored it and continued until I found the niche against his body where I fit best, straddling his lap with my breasts pillowed against his torso and stomachs pressed together. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck once more. His hands were stroking up and down my back, digging in and working out any tension he could feel.

One knot in particular made me moan loudly in his ear and I clenched my lip between my teeth. I couldn’t tell you how long we sat there like that in relative silence save from my whimpers when he hit a tender spot. I just knew that by the time he was done I was boneless in his lap, sagging against him as he held me.

I checked the clock on the laptop - almost midnight. I pushed up on his shoulders to help me regain some of my balance. Just before I climbed out of his lap, I leaned in to give him a goodnight kiss like we always did. In my drunk state, my lips landed slightly off the desired target of his cheek and next thing I knew they were planted firmly on Tommy’s own, tasting his unique flavour hiding behind the burn of the whiskey on his lips.

 

[RawDog33]

I pulled her in close to me, and it didn’t take long before she was getting comfortable in my lap, nestling in, straddling me. I started rubbing on her back, working out the kinks here and there. Every time she moaned, my cock throbbed a little bit. As it lay at that moment, it was down, against my inner thigh, but eager to stand itself up and make his presence known.

I worked my hands up and down her back nice and slow. I slid my hands underneath her shirt as I went up, so my fingers were rubbing direct on her skin, and then back down, slipping just under the band of her shorts to rub downwards towards her derriere. Each time I went up her shirt, the fabric would ride up just a little bit. The same thing happened with her shorts. By the time she groggily pushed herself up and kissed me, her butt was half exposed and her shirt was up just under her heavy tits.

And she kissed me. On the lips. I didn’t pull away, or turn away, or push her back, or stop her at all. In fact, my mouth opened slightly, and my tongue slipped out and gave her lips a quick lick.

“Okay, one more shot?” I asked her with a crooked grin.

 

[Cum_Inside]

His tongue grazed my lips before we pulled apart. I couldn't deny that it felt good and I wanted more, but for now I nodded agreeably as he reached to grab us the final shots and took it from him as he handed it to me. We mirrored each other, raising the glass to our lips at the same time and downing them.

His hands were warm on the skin of my waist and rather than going to bed like I planned, I wanted his hands to keep touching me. We watched each other in the dim light shining from the television but said nothing. My own tongue darted out to wet my lips nervously as I sat there perched in his lap. His hand smoothing up my back to my neck pulled me in gently and I didn't resist. It seemed like minutes but was only a few seconds before our lips touched cautiously again. The feel of his mouth on mine was intense and I couldn't help myself from pressing in deeper and letting my own lips fall open even as he rose to meet me and sucked my lip between this teeth. He pulled sharply before soothing the bite with his tongue. Hesitantly, mine met his in the open space between our mouths and we began to kiss wetly, more passionately and hungrily.

 

[RawDog33]

The kiss was undeniably filled with desire, lust, love, and need. Fueled by our whiskey-sopped minds and our unspoken wants, our inhibitions were momentarily forgotten as we kissed sloppy, hungry, our hands crawling over each other.

The little tiny voice in the back of my head was screaming, but I could barely hear it. We needed to stop this, before we had another thing we would regret in the morning. Was regret the right word? Something like that. Neither of us “regretted” what had gone down on cam. But we both understood we couldn’t do it again.

But here we were, well on our way to doing exactly that. My hands groped at her hips, pulling her to me. I loved the feel of her big soft tits mashed into my chest. I wanted to bury my face in them! I needed to feel her heat on my cock. It was throbbing with desire, yet still trapped against my thigh.

 

[Cum_Inside]

I melted into the kiss, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue. We kept breaking apart only to keep diving back in, truly making out on the couch like the randy teenagers we were and ignoring the sibling issue. At least until I felt his hips thrust up into mine, his soft cock fitting perfectly nestled in the clothed valley of my vagina. The sudden realization startled me and I broke away, a string of saliva hanging in the space between us as we caught our breath. I pressed my hand into his chest and shook my head before I climbed out of his lap. "We can't," I told him weakly, feeling any resistance fading with the oncoming pounding of the post-drinking haze.

 

[RawDog33]

Just as she had wiggled herself on top of me in such a way as to let my dick maneuver upwards so it could stand tall and rub against her heat, she pulled away, stopping us. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I knew she was right.

“Fuck... I know... you’re right,” I said, even though I was shaking my head. I took a deep breath. I had a damn good buzz going from the whiskey. But really, I just needed to get knocked out.

I poured out more shots for us, sloppily, spilling a bit of the whiskey on the coffee table. “You said you wanted to get hammered, right?” I said with a smirk.

 

[Cum_Inside]

We took shots until I felt like I was going to hurl, the room spinning dizzily around me. I managed to half roll and half crawl off the couch and over to my mattress before passing out. When I woke up in the morning, my head was throbbing and every small rustle of the sheets felt like someone was driving a hammer through my skull.

Tommy was still passed out on the couch snoring. Carefully, every step feeling like death, I staggered into the kitchen and dug through the fridge until I found some greasy left overs I'd brought home from the diner the day before yesterday. It didn't take me long before I devoured them and headed down the hall into the bathroom. I left the door cracked and stripped off, turning on the shower to cold and climbing into the bottom of the tub to sit against the back. It was something that had always soothed my hangovers, and Tommy still laughed at how completely off the wall it was but I swore by it.

After about twenty minutes had passed and my fingers and lips were almost blue with the cold, I heard a crash and a loud swear from the living room. Falling off the couch was a horrible wake-up call, but he needed it since he had to be at work in two hours and had to sober up in the meantime. I got up and toweled off, tying it around my body with the knot just between my breasts. Tommy was just clambering to his feet as I wandered around the living room searching through my clothes to find something I wanted to wear. When I finally had an outfit picked out, I dropped the towel and dressed quickly.

"Bathroom's free," I smirked. "I'll make breakfast," as I leaned in to kiss his forehead, smoothing his hair back of his face. My nose wrinkled as I caught the sharp cloud of whiskey clinging to his clothes and breath. I gave his shoulders a little push and swatted at his rear playfully in a sign to get moving and get in the shower, teasing, "you stink!"

As I put together a omelette with the veggies we had in the fridge and some ham, I thought back to last night as the shower turned on in the background. I knew I'd fallen asleep at one point, snoring in Tommy's arms as we watched television but everything was blurry after that and I didn't remember a thing. I wondered if Tommy had any wisdom to impart and I planned to ask him when he returned.

His shower didn't last long and before I knew it, he was dropping into a chair at the table with only a towel around his waist and water still dripping from his hair. "What am I going to do with you; just like a kid, I swear," I muttered, grasping the a clean kitchen towel from the drawer and quickly rubbing it through his hair to soak up the excess water before returning to the stove and plating breakfast. After I'd grabbed him some cutlery and made a steaming cup of strong coffee, I deposited it all in front of him and sat at the opposite end to watch his misery.

Tommy didn't often get a hangover like this and I was going to milk it for all it was worth.

 

[RawDog33]

I got myself cleaned up as quickly as I could. I knew I had to be at work in a couple hours. That was going to be painful, but whatever. It wasn’t terribly often that Anna wanted to drink and we had had a good time, so it was worth it, right?

I stumbled out of the bathroom, my stomach raging for some food, and I could smell what she was fixing. I collapsed on the chair, just the towel around my waist.

“Fuck that whiskey shit,” I grumbled, even as I smirked at her. “Thanks,” I said, as she presented me with food and coffee. “You’re a godsend.”

 

[Cum_Inside]

"Anything crazy happen last night? I have no sweet clue," I stated as I watched him dig into his breakfast. He scarfed it down pretty quickly and pushed his dishes away, dropping his head to rest on his bicep at the table. I could tell he didn't feel so great, so I stood and collected his dishes before slipping my hands under his armpits and trying to get him to stand up in order to lead him over to my bed to sleep as much of the hangover off as possible. He let me guide him, following obediently.

These rare moments that he got like this were always special; usually he was the one to look after me, and when I got to be the one in charge I always tried to do my best to ensure he was comfortable and well taken care of. We stood there at the edge of the mattress for a minute while he just looked down at me with my favourite soft, sleepy smile. I stood on my tiptoes and skated my hands up his back to his shoulders as I pressed close in a tight hug, hoping that it might help him to feel a bit better. His own arms snaked around my waist and held me against him for longer than strictly necessary, his breath hot against my ear. Disentangling myself, I pushed him down onto the mattress with gentle hands on his shoulder. I promised, "I'll wake you up in an hour or so. Get some rest."

 

[RawDog33]

My head was still pounding, despite the coffee and food, and when my sister led me to her bed to sleep some more, I was hardly in a position to resist. I couldn’t help but hold on to her tightly. Those perfect, braless tits felt too good pressed into my chest to let go!

I was searching for the words to tell her. She didn’t remember? How could she not remember? I remembered, even in my drunken state, and it was all crystal clear.

I let it go. My head hurt too much to really talk at all.

I collapsed on her bed. It smelled like her. I just crawled up it, until my head hit a pillow, and I wrapped my legs around the comforter until I was, well, comfortable, and took another deep breath of my sister’s scent. I got hard, immediately, against her comforter. I peeled off the towel, tossed it on the couch, and was naked, and I didn’t give a fuck what part of me was exposed as I fell asleep quickly.

 

[Cum_Inside]

I'd left him there on my bed with my back turned as I cleaned up from breakfast, washing the dishes and putting everything neatly away. When I turned back, I almost dropped the dishrag I was holding in shock. Tommy was naked. Tommy was naked in my bed. Tommy was naked in my bed and his cock was hard! I could see everything from here - as much as I told myself I shouldn't look, this man was a work of art. But this man was also my brother and he would never be my work of art for that exact reason. I would deny it later, but I stood there for a long time and just looked my fill as he slept peacefully, muscles stretching and flexing every time he shifted. His cock bobbed against his stomach, but with no stimulation and the alcohol induced hangover still in play, I watched it slowly soften and settle.

I shook myself out of my daze and messed around on the camsite, taking pictures and responding to messages, posting some of the videos I knew were edited but not uploaded. It kept me busy until the alarm on my phone went off that it was time to wake Tommy. I called his name a couple times but he just grunted and rolled over. I realized I would have to invade his space and most likely shake him awake, but I didn't really think it was a good plan to get that close to my unpredictable brother's naked body. I got up and rounded the couch, hesitating as I reached for his shoulder. "Tommy," I said loudly, clutching the bone I found there. "Tommy, it's time to get up."

 

[RawDog33]

I even fucking dreamed of her.

All these different images of her, the things I had seen her do on cam, the things I had heard her say, roiling through my dreamscape chaotically.

I woke up feeling her hand on my shoulder. I drearily opened my eyes and looked over at her. “Hey. Thanks,” I said. I pushed myself up. My head felt better, which was a huge improvement.

I kicked my legs around off the side of the bed, and looked around. I realized I was naked right away. “Uhh, where’d that towel go?” I asked her, right before spotting it on the sofa. I wrapped it around myself and stood up.

“So, you really don’t remember that backrub I gave you?” I asked her as I gathered up my clothes for work.

 

[Cum_Inside]

I shook my head and cried dramatically, "Mr. Selfish gave me a massage and I don't remember? This must be hell," as I avoided looking at him. We made small-talk as he got ready for work and I pressed a goodbye kiss onto his cheek as usual before I sat down on the couch to kill some time before Simon picked me up later this afternoon. I did end up playing around for a while on cam, doing two live personal shows back to back before I realized how late it was getting and started to get dressed for my date.

I slid into a white sleeveless top with red flowers and a black knee length fitted skirt, doing my makeup nice and light but accentuating my eyes and dabbing a bright flare of red on my lips. My hair was curled and mostly pinned up and away from my face. The heels I stepped into were also a bright candy red. I was halfway out the door before I hesitated and went to dig through Tommy's things for a condom. I knew he had them - he did get around. I grabbed two and tucked them into my purse before hurrying downstairs to meet Simon.

The band playing at a local supper club was good and we had a nice evening. We made-out in the car and he tucked his fingers inside my skirt to find I wasn't wearing panties. Needless to say, he was pretty pleased with that discovery and I was happy to have made that choice. He dropped me off with the promise of getting together again Saturday night, and by the time I got upstairs it was just before 11pm. We hadn't ended up needing the condoms, but maybe that was okay too. I was still smiling even as I unlocked the door and let myself into the apartment. I peeled off my heels and went to set down my purse, but Tommy's voice from the kitchen scared me and I let out a little shriek as I dropped it, because of course I hadn't spotted him standing there. Of course he came closer to see what the commotion was, and I blushed as I scrambled to clean up everything that had spilled out, including the condoms.

 

[RawDog33]

I got to the coffee shoppe right on time for my shift. I was the “Lead” for the night, which meant I was the manager on duty and responsible for counting money at the end of the night, as well as making sure everything was cleaned up properly. I practically crashed into Jessica coming around the corner.

“Hey,” I said, “you just get off?” I asked her.

“No, but soon, I’m sure,” she replied with a sly grin on her face. A moment later we were both walking into the shoppe.

“Wait, are you working tonight?” I asked her.

“Duh.”

“I’m the closer tonight,” I replied.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, before giving me that look. “Why do you think I switched with Jason?” she said with a smirk.

I had to smirk too. This was going to be a good night. Jessica was a star closer, having done this for months now, and I knew she would do a killer job of cleaning up while I handled the cash.

The fact that I was probably going to fuck her after closing was just icing on the cake. That was just what I needed. To be honest, I was a bit pissed off that Anna had no recollection of what happened between us the night before. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I was pissed at myself for getting my own sister drunk and taking things too far. I was pissed at her for not remembering. I was pissed she had a date tonight. I really hoped fucking Jessica would help me forget all that.

*****

It didn’t. As I trudged home on my bike, in the rain, it didn’t matter that I’d just got my dick wet. I had to admit it. I was in love with my sister. It was close to eleven when I got home; Anna wasn’t back yet. I set about fixing up a snack to munch on, as I hadn’t eaten much besides coffee shoppe pastries all day.

I heard the door open. “Hey, want some—“ I said, before hearing a squeal and a commotion and I rushed out to see what had happened and my sister had apparently slipped and spilled her purse out all over the floor.

“Uhh, want some chicken wings?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

 

[Cum_Inside]

I was embarrassed as I gathered my things and collected myself, straightening out my shoulders. At first I hoped he hadn’t seen the condoms but then I realized that once more his skin was blooming red just above his collarbone where his shirt collar would normally sit. As it was, the muscle shirt he had on showed more than one impression of lips on his chest. My good mood from earlier slipped into irrational anger all of a sudden. I knew it wasn’t fair, but I had at least been decent enough not to come home advertising my sex life (at least, the part he didn’t help me sell to paying customers). “No thanks,” I responded tartly. “I think I'll just have a shower and go straight to bed. Simon wore me out,” I said vindictively, despite not much at all happening. Tommy didn’t need to know that, though. I paused as I reached the hallway, turning to look at him with eyes of steel. “I’m bringing him back here Saturday night. I’m going to fuck him on cam, so you’ll need other plans,” I stated as I stomped down the hallway.

I mostly just stood under the spray until my skin got all wrinkly. Within the first few moments of being alone in the bathroom, my anger slipped into guilt, shame and pain. I was ashamed at myself for being in love with my brother, and I was hurting for that same reason. We couldn’t ever be what I wanted, and the pain I felt sometimes slipped out in nasty remarks and snarky statements. I felt guilty for being cruel, but it was the only way I could protect myself from him now. He had a way of stripping me down emotionally until all of me was bare and it left me too vulnerable. Against my will, a few tears slipped out. I wondered how such a good night had devolved into me feeling like shit and bleeding my resentment out onto others for playing a game that could never have a winner.

 

[RawDog33]

She took one look at me and was spitting venom. I didn’t know what to say at all. I figured that the best thing I could do was just give her space for now, so I set my wings on the tiny kitchen table and sat down, my back to the bedroom area of our tiny apartment, and messed with my phone and ate my food. Eventually she would emerge from the bathroom, turn out the light, and get herself into bed, with a huff, and that would be my signal that I could go climb onto the sofa and go to sleep myself.

I used the whiskey to help put out the fire from the hot sauce the wings were dipped in, and I wasn’t shy about leaving the near empty bottle on the table beside me, right where I knew she could see it.

 

[Cum_Inside]

I laid awake in bed for most of the night, listening to him fidget and go about his routine as I kept my self-imposed silence. All I felt like doing was crying but I couldn’t let myself break down with Tommy just feet away, so I turned on my side with my back to the couch and tried to make myself fall asleep. When that wasn’t successful, I messed around on my phone until the battery died. Tossing it into the mess of blankets from where I had tossed and turned all night, I heaved a sigh and dressed silently in the dark. The glowing face of my watch told me it was only 430, but I slipped on a pair of running shoes and let myself out into the early morning darkness.

I had no destination in mind so I walked until I came across a tiny little children’s playground. Of course it was vacant due to the early morning, so I plopped myself down on one of the swings and absentmindedly began to push myself back and forth, finally able to shut my mind off and think of nothing in particular. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep because I woke to bright sunlight and the ache of the chain pressing into my face as children’s voices yelled in happiness around me. When I checked my watch again I felt my heart drop. It was 9:23. Tommy would be wondering where the fuck I’d gotten to; he was probably pissed as hell that I would take off like this. The one time I had done it before, I hadn’t heard the end of his bitching for days. It was only made worse by the fact that I didn’t have my phone or my wallet on me.

I wasn’t too familiar with this area of town, but I attempted to retrace my steps. Some streets were names I knew, and the more I walked the more I felt comfortable with where I was. It took about 35 minutes for me to get home - apparently I had walked further than I had thought last night.

Dragging my feet up the stairs to our apartment door was a slow process: I felt like my whole body was weighted down with lead as I climbed. Once I made it to the top, I dug in my pocket for my keys only to realize I didn’t have those either. “Fuck, I’m so stupid,” I muttered, reaching up to pound at the door.

 

[RawDog33]

My alarm went off at eight that morning; I was working the noon-to-six shift today. I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed was that my sister wasn’t in her bed. That wasn’t unusual in itself, but I didn’t hear her anywhere else.

“Anna?” I called out, but got no reply. I scratched my head, wondering where she had got off to. Groggily, I got up and made a pot of coffee and threw a couple waffles in the toaster. I ate and got a second cup of coffee and headed back to the couch, opening up the laptop. That’s when I noticed that Anna’s phone was lying on her pillow. That was strange. I went over to it and picked it up. It was dead.

That’s when I started to get worried. It was very unlike her to go anywhere without her phone. I plugged it into the charger for her. A minute later it powered on, and started dinging with text messages coming through. I was curious, but I didn’t investigate what was on her phone.

I started pacing the apartment, worried more and more about her. She had been upset with me last night, that much was certain; of course I still had no idea why. I hadn’t done anything wrong.

Finally, there was a pounding on the door. I hurried over to it and threw it open. There she was.

“Fuck, Anna, I was worried sick.”