"It's your brother!" your mother exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. From the noise in the background, you could tell she was jumping for joy. It was a familiar sound that always accompanied her moments of excitement. As a child, you found it fun, but during your teenage years, it became embarrassing. Now, as a young adult, you couldn't help but find it amusing again.
"Firstly, hello, Mother. I'm doing great. How are you?" you greeted her, injecting a touch of humor into your voice. Then, your tone shifted to annoyance as you clarified, "Secondly, he's not my brother."
"Fine, whatever," she responded, her own annoyance evident in her tone. She knew there was no point in arguing with you. "Your stepbrother just did the most incredible thing."
"He got a promotion?" you guessed, aware that he had been doing well for himself, thanks to the daily text messages from your stepfather that updated you on everything you were supposedly missing out on while attending a college so far away. Those messages were a mix of love and a subtle push from your mother to consider transferring to a closer college.
"No, it's even better! Remember when you were six and you kept asking for a sister?" Your mother's words confused you. "No, Mom, I don't remember that," you replied, feeling perplexed. How could you possibly recall something from your childhood now that you were a young adult?
"He proposed! $Stepbro finally proposed to his girlfriend!" Her announcement left you in shock, causing the phone to slip from your hand.
You feel a jolt as you receive the news that your step-brother has proposed to his long-term girlfriend. While you knew they were serious, you never expected it to be THIS serious. A wave of sadness washes over you, and disbelief settles in. You have always admired $Stepbro from afar, knowing deep down that a romantic relationship between you two was unlikely. However, that doesn't change the fact that you never wanted him to marry someone else.
Mixed with the sadness, a flicker of anger emerges, directed towards his long-term girlfriend for seemingly stealing him away from you. How dare she come between the two of you?
It was a forbidden love, one you knew deep down you shouldn't entertain. There was a significant age gap of nearly 8 years between you two, making it even more complicated. You had always been aware that this day would come, but you had hoped that with time, your feelings for him would fade away.
But they hadn't. Despite the passage of time, you still found yourself deeply in love with him, and this internal conflict tore at your heart. You couldn't help but resent yourself for harboring these feelings, knowing the impossibility of it all.
Without wasting a moment, you hurriedly lowered your phone and abruptly ended the call with your mom. The overwhelming surge of sadness demanded your attention, and you desperately needed to let the tears flow. The weight of it all was so intense that the mere thought of listening to the rest of what she had to say would have shattered you completely in that very moment.
You walk over to your bed and crawl under the covers, seeking refuge from the world. As tears stream down your face, you can't help but weep for the love that seems lost. Exhausted emotionally, you eventually drift into a deep slumber, hoping that sleep might offer some respite from the heartache that engulfs you.
[[Sleep|A]]You are abruptly awakened from your deep slumber as your dormmate Shelley vigorously shakes you to rouse you from your sleep. "I told you she sleeps like the dead," she comments to someone else present in the room.
Letting out a tired groan, you reluctantly toss the blankets off and manage to muster a quiet, tired voice, asking, "What do you need?" Your emotional exhaustion is palpable, and you sit up on your bed, noticing Bradley, Shelley's boyfriend, among the individuals in the room.
"Ew. You look awful," Shelley remarks, casting a critical gaze over your disheveled appearance. Meanwhile, Bradley steps closer to you, genuine concern etched on his face.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, always displaying kindness towards you. "Do you need anything?" Before Bradley can finish his sentence, Shelley interrupts him, her tone oozing with insincerity.
"Babe, she doesn't need anything. $name, we want some alone time, and your loser friend is looking for you, so get out." Shelley's words drip with her pretentious 'I'm such a nice person' act.
You offer a grateful smile to Bradley, appreciating his concern, and roll your eyes in response to Shelley's remark. Determined to leave the situation behind, you climb out of bed and make your way to the shared bathroom to quickly wash your face before exiting the dorm. Just as you're about to leave, Shelley's voice interrupts you.
"Hey!" she shouts, clearly annoyed. Refusing to let her comments affect you any further, you retort,
"Well, you're the one who said I look awful." With that, you shut the door in her face, effectively cutting off any further confrontation.
From outside the closed door, you catch snippets of Shelley and Bradley's conversation. "I don't understand why you're nice to her. You're my boyfriend. I'm the only one you should be nice to," Shelley whines in a babyish tone.
Bradley responds, "Did you see her eyes? They're red. She's been crying." Bradley once again shows concern for you.
You couldn't help but wonder how someone as kind as Bradley ended up with Shelley. However, instead of dwelling on their dynamics, you chose to tune out their conversation and focus on yourself. Stepping away from the closed door, you let their voices fade into the background as you turned your attention to fixing your face. Taking a deep breath, you began to cleanse and freshen up, determined to regain some composure and trying to leave the emotional turmoil behind.
When your finished you take a good look at yourself in the mirror, you look straight into your $EyeColor, and notice your $HairLength $HairColor hair, and smile at yourself.
When you look better you open the door Shelley and Bradley are heavy making out on her bed. Bradley's hand on Shelley's thigh. You guessed that answered you question. You roll your eyes at them and quickly leave the room.
You remember that Shelley said something about a friend looking for you.
[[Go look for your friend|A.1]]You wander aimlessly around campus, searching for the friend Shelley mentioned before she kicked you out of your shared dorm room.
Unfortunately, Shelley had always been like that. When you first met her, you hoped her high maintenance demeanor was just a facade, hiding a more genuine personality. Regrettably, it wasn't. Shelley was the queen bee on campus, and people either loved or hated her. Strangely, you found yourself in neither category. You neither loved nor hated her.
You and Shelley had come to an agreement to minimize your interactions during this school year, which worked well, except for those instances when she would throw you out of the dorm. It was surprising how strong she was for someone so petite, perhaps due to her athleticism. Shelley held the position of head cheerleader, as expected. At least the cheerleader outfits were cute.
Lost in thought, you absentmindedly make your way to the dining hall, where you spot a few friends from your group chat. You had planned to message them after class, but your mind had been preoccupied. The thought of the call with your mother had caused tears to well up in your eyes. You casually wipe them away and force a spring in your step as you approach your friends.
"Hey, guys! Are we excited for summer?" you say, hoping your voice sounds cheerful and they don't detect any underlying sadness.
"Absolutely! And guess what? All the fraternities are throwing a massive bonfire to celebrate our freedom from studying," Harper, the first friend you made at this school, exclaims.
"Wait, all the fraternities are throwing the bonfire together?" you ask, genuinely surprised.
You had assumed they all despised each other. Harper claps her hands excitedly. "You know how frat bros are, always going back and forth," she explains.
Before Harper can continue, Marcus interjects, "The motto for tonight's bonfire is 'bros before hoes,' and you know what that means—they were fighting over a girl."
The idea of a bonfire brings a glimmer of hope to your spirit. Getting lost in a night of revelry and forgetting your troubles sounds like just what you need. As your friends discuss their plans for the bonfire, you make an effort to fully engage in the conversation, attempting to push "him" out of your mind. You yearn to return to the start of the day when everything was blissfully ignorant.
"Wow, don't all of you look comfortable," Amber remarks as she approaches the table, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh hey, babe," Harper says happily, rising from her seat to give Amber a kiss.
However, Amber blocks the gesture and states, "Don't 'oh hey, babe' me. The bonfire starts soon, and we need to get ready for it."
"Um, Amber, the party doesn't start until 11," Marcus interjects, pausing briefly to glance at his watch.
"It's only 7:30 PM. We've got a few hours to relax." Amber gives him a look that clearly conveys "don't mess with me."
"Or we could get ready now," Marcus says, practically sprinting away from the table. You chuckle at the sight of him running off, but a cough from Amber brings your attention back to her. She tilts her head and says, "You need to get ready too."
Laying your head down on the cool surface of the table, you reply, "I can't. Shelley kicked me out of the dorm, and all my clothes are in there."
"Oh, don't even worry about that," Amber reassures you with a smile, despite the fact that she and Harper have only recently started dating. You know all too well that her smile can be a sign of trouble. As you begin to rise from the table, contemplating making a run for it and seeking refuge in the library until the party starts, Amber quickly grabs your arm with a vice-like grip and starts pulling you towards her dorm.
[[Bonfire|A.2]]Amber forcefully drags you into her dorm room, making you her top priority. She insists that you take a shower to wash off the "bad vibes" and then dresses you in a tight black dress that reaches mid-thigh, along with a pair of black heels. The outfit looks nice, but your intention for the party isn't to look nice; you want to get completely wasted, to forget about everything. Harper decides to return to her own dorm to get ready, while you and Amber head to the bonfire together.
After arriving at the bonfire, you both find a comfortable spot near one of the many fires. You can't help but think it feels like a fire hazard, but you have other concerns on your mind. Before a seat on one of the logs, you walk off in search of a beer, which proves to be an easy task as they are readily available. You grab one and return to your spot to sit down.
You raise the beer to your lips and guzzle it down, feeling the cold liquid slide down your throat. It provides a slight buzz, but you're uncertain about how much beer it takes to get wasted. Nonetheless, you know one beer won't be enough. Your eyes scan the area around the fire, spotting more beers within reach. With a self-satisfied smile, you help yourself to another and drink as much as you can. However, not even 10 minutes pass before Rachel, one of your friends from the group chat whom you were supposed to message about your summer plans, appears before you.
"Hey, $name, are you okay?" Rachel's voice is filled with concern as she takes in the sight of you drinking more than usual. Your brief pause is filled with a heavy sense of emotions, tears threatening to well up in your eyes, and your throat constricting with tightness.
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[[Keep drinking|A.4]]You swallow hard, setting the beer down, and avoid Rachel's gaze. "Honestly, no," you admit, and those simple words are enough to break through your emotional barrier. Tears start streaming down your face uncontrollably. Rachel takes charge, guiding you away from the crowd to find a more secluded spot where you can talk. She leads you to a log bench, both of you sitting down, and she waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts.
After a few minutes of composing yourself, you gather the courage to speak. "Um, I just found out that the guy I'm in love with just proposed," you reveal, the words carrying a mix of vulnerability and pain. It's the first time you've spoken those feelings aloud, and the weight of it all hits you. "I know it might sound silly to cry over something like this, but it feels so unfair. I've loved him for years, and deep down, I had this hope that he would finally see me and realize that he was in love with me too." As you pour out your heart, the sadness envelops you, and you find solace in finally sharing your pain.
"Oh, that's not silly at all. It must be truly heartbreaking," Rachel responds, her voice filled with empathy. She moves closer to you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "Do you want to talk about him? Like, what's his name? How did you meet?" Rachel gently inquires, showing her willingness to listen and support you.
"His name is $Stepbro, my mom married his dad a couple of years ago." You say holding you breath a bit at the judgement that the soon to come after, you knew it was wrong to have these types of feels towards your older step brother but you couldn't help it.
Rachel remains silent for a moment, processing the information, before surprising you with her response. "Forbidden love, that's hot," she says, her tone devoid of judgment. Her comment takes you aback, as you had expected some sort of disapproval. Instead, Rachel's words convey a sense of understanding and support.
You laugh at Rachel's choice of words, finding her perspective refreshing. It feels good to laugh, a rare occurrence in the midst of your recent heartbreak. "Is it hot?" you repeat playfully, enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment.
Rachel tries to clarify her point, explaining, "What I mean is, the fact that it's forbidden just makes it more enticing. It's like human nature to want what we can't have." Her words strike a chord, resonating with the conflicting emotions you've been experiencing.
Rachel then jokingly suggests, "Too bad you can't just break up his engagement." You chuckle at her remark, appreciating the humor and levity she brings to the situation.
"Yeah, wouldn't that be something?" you respond, allowing yourself to momentarily entertain the thought, if only as a form of escapism from your current reality.
You spend a significant portion of the night immersed in laughter and light-hearted conversations with Rachel. The weight of your heartbreak momentarily lifted as you enjoyed the company and support of a true friend.
However, as the night progresses, one of Rachel's other friends intervenes, pulling her away. Rachel ensures that you are okay before reluctantly parting ways, and you wave her off with reassurance, appreciating her concern and friendship.
With Rachel gone, you take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirl within you. The warmth of the bonfire and the lively atmosphere surround you, and you briefly close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment of respite from the turmoil within your heart.
[[look around|A.3prt2]]Finishing off your beer, you tossed the empty glass into the nearest trash can and replied with a drunken smile, "I'm great!" Finally feeling a buzz, you pushed your emotions down, determined not to feel sorry for yourself. Instead, you sought solace in alcohol. Rachel seemed poised to say something more, but her friend pulled her away before she could, and you grabbed two more beers. Seeking refuge away from everyone, you found a log situated closer to a wooded area where you could drink in peace without interruptions.
As you finished both beers, a sense of contentment washed over you. It felt as though your brain had taken a brief vacation as you relished in the tranquility. Suddenly, you noticed someone sitting next to you—it was Bradley, Shelley's boyfriend. His presence confused you. Why was he here, sitting next to you and not at the bonfire? Perceiving your confusion, he promptly gestured towards his girlfriend with a thumb.
"Oh," you muttered, realizing that Shelley was surrounded by a lively group of people engaged in conversation. You didn't know Bradley all that well, but you knew the basics—that he was a good guy and exceptionally friendly.
"Hey, I saw you walk over here, and I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, his voice once again filled with concern, reminiscent of earlier today.
"I'm fine," you say as you rise from the log and venture deeper into the woods. Talking was the last thing you wanted to do; you craved anything but that. However, your attempt to distance yourself is abruptly halted as Bradley grasps your arm, preventing you from going any farther.
"I saw you, you know," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I don't know what happened, but I know something did, and..." He pauses, struggling to find the right words. "Just let me help."
You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "You want to help me?" you ask, nodding your head and averting your gaze. "Help me with what?" Despite your inner turmoil, your voice oddly maintains a calmness that contradicts your true emotions.
Bradley pleads with you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Just tell me what you need."
You lock eyes with him for a moment, searching for sincerity in his gaze, and then...
You pause for a moment, considering Bradley's earnest plea. Feeling a surge of emotions and a need for connection, you reach out and gently place your hand on his cheek. In an impulsive act, you draw him closer and share a tender kiss on the lips. As you part you say "This, I need this." and you kiss him again this time more desperately.
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Bradley hesitates for a moment, but then he responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You sigh, melting into his arms, and allow yourself to drown in his kisses.
As your kisses continue, you grow more and more desperate, seeking some sort of relief for your aching heart. You cling to him, your fingers exploring his back and tugging at his hair.
You look him in the eyes, seeing the lust and desire in his gaze.
You take that as a sign to sink to your knees and start unbuckling his pants
You lower his pants and pull off his boxers and then you take his cock into your mouth. You've seen enough porn to get a general idea of how a blow job works.
You take his shaft into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before sucking him further in. His moans are music to your ears as you continue to suck and lick, working your mouth and hands in tandem to please him.
Bradley groans, gripping your hair tightly. He guides your head, pushing his cock deep into your throat. You gag and splutter, but he only continues to push. You try to pull away, but his grip is too strong, so you just relax and allow him to take control.
His thrusts become faster and harder into your mouth. "Oh fuck!" he moans, his voice raspy.
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Since you've never done this before you can start to feel your throat starting to strain from the intrusion. You try to breathe through your nose but can only manage quick breaths, which leaves you dizzy.
You can tell he's getting close by the way his breathing picks up and his thrusts become more frantic.
He pulls your head down on his cock until his balls slap your chin. With a loud moan, he explodes, filling your mouth with his hot seed.
As you feel his cum hit the back of your throat, you pull back and cough, gagging. His cum spurts all over your face and drips down your chin.
Once you've recovered from your coughing fit, you stand and wipe your face with the back of your hand, feeling a little embarrassed. You look at Bradley, who seems a little stunned and a bit confused.
"I shouldn't have done that," Bradley says slowly coming out of his drunken horny faze, he bents down to pull up his pants and buckle his belt again. He looks at you with an angry look in his eyes. You could tell it wasn't just you he was angry with. Bradley says nothing to you as he walks away and goes back to the bonfire.
You watch him walk away, feeling a mix of regret and relief. You can't deny that it felt good to be close to someone, even if it was only temporary. But you can't help but feel guilty about using Bradley like that.
[[Go back to your dorm |A.4.part2]]You scan the area and notice Bradley sitting alone and pretty far from everyone. Gathering your courage, you rise to your feet and approach him. "Hi Bradley, mind if I join you?" you ask politely. Bradley's face lights up with a warm smile, and he nods in response.
"Always thankful for the company," he replies, making room for you on the bench he occupies.
As you settle down beside him, a slight shiver runs through your body from the chilly night air. Bradley notices and comments,
"Cold?" Without hesitation, he removes his coat and places it around your shoulders, offering you warmth and comfort. You gratefully accept the gesture, feeling a sense of warmth not just from the borrowed coat, but also from Bradley's kindness.
"I just wanted to come over and say thank you for earlier. You showed me genuine concern, and it meant a lot to me," you express to Bradley, wanting to convey your appreciation for his kindness. "Today has been a tough day, honestly."
Bradley responds with his trademark boyish smile, reassuring you, "Yeah, no problem. I'm always here to help." His words bring a sense of comfort, making you feel understood and supported.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Bradley suggests, "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"
Curious, you reply, "Sure, go ahead."
Bradley sets up the punchline, asking, "Do you think it smells like updog around here?"
Instantly, you burst into laughter, recognizing the classic joke. "Not you trying that old joke," you exclaim, amused. Bradley joins in on the laughter.
You turn to look at Bradley and get a little startled when you notice how close your faces are together, You glance down at his lips and then slowly kiss him. He returns the kiss passionately, moving his hands to your back and pulling you closer, and crawl into his lap so he's in between your legs, You make out with him pulling him close into you. Your kisses deepen as you begin to rub your crotch against his bulge. Grinding your hips into his,
Bradley groans into your mouth, enjoying the friction, Your hand begins to slide down his chest and towards his crotch.
When you begin to unbuckle his pants and free his cock, while kissing him you slowly start to stroke his cock gently up and down, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. You pull back from the kiss and look at Bradley. His eyes are closed, and his breath is uneven. You'd never given someone a hand job before but judging from his reaction, you took that as a good sign. You start to tighten your grip and stroke his cock faster and faster.
You feel him start to tense up as his breathing gets heavier, You know he's getting close to his release, and you want to see him cum, You speed up your stroking, and with a moan, he comes undone. His warm cum splatters onto your hands. "Fuck." He groans.
Still feeling buzzed from the beers you've had, you decide you want to do more. You get off his lap and slide onto the floor, with his cock still in your hand you pull it towards your mouth licking the cum off your hands and his cock. You have never given a blowjob before but how hard could it be, you wonder.
You slowly put the tip of his cock in your mouth and suck gently, hearing Bradley moan makes you take his cock deeper into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, trying not to gag, using your tongue to lick the shaft and his balls, Bradley's grip tightens in your hair, pushing his cock deeper down your throat. You gag a bit as he hits the back of your throat, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, but you continue sucking his cock, determined to pleasure him.
He groans as you increase your pace, sucking and licking his cock, tasting his precum and your saliva mixed together.
Bradley's moans grow louder, and his breathing becomes ragged. He's getting close, and you want to make him cum. You take his cock as deep into your mouth as possible and suck hard.
"Oh, fuck...!" He grunts as his body stiffens. With a moan, he reaches his climax, shooting his hot cum into your mouth and down your throat. You choke a bit, and as you pull your mouth away from his cock, he shoots a few loads on your face. You're about to smile up at him as you hear "Bradley! Where are you?" The voice slaps Bradley back into reality,
"What am I doing?" he asks himself, his voice filled with frustration. "Get the hell off me." Bradley's charming, slightly intoxicated demeanor vanishes, replaced by an angry disposition.
The abrupt shift in his tone catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily frozen. Slowly, you rise from your kneeled position on the floor while he remains seated on the bench.
Bradley takes his cock and tucks it back into his pants, he quickly gets himself together as the voice calls out again.
"Bradley?" and it hits you that's Shelley, Bradley's girlfriend calling him. You had totally forgotten about her.
You try to say something, but no words come out, Bradley turns away from you and rushes toward the voice.
"Sorry, babe, I'm here. Let's get out of here," Bradley says.
You quickly fix your dress, and start heading back to the dorms. You don't spare one glance to Bradley as you walk away. You're trembling with embarrassment and shame, unable to help but hope that no one witnessed you giving Bradley a blow job.
You made it back to your door room with no time to spare you quickly hop in the shower and wash away any trace of Bradley's seed.
Afterward, you dry off and try to put your hair up into a bun but it keeps falling out. You're so nervous about what you did tonight you decide to just let it hang loose. As you brush your teeth, you're thinking about what you should do next. It seems like everything has gone wrong lately, and you don't know how to make things right.
The next morning you wake up early, you feel a little sore from last night's activities
[[You get dressed|A.3.prt3]]You walk back to your dorm, taking a shortcut. You desperately wanted to take a shower and cry a little, You had just given your very first blow job to a guy you barely knew and to make matters worse he had a girlfriend. You wanted to blame the beer but something in you wanted someone to hurt just as bad as you did. You felt disgusted with yourself for kissing him, you felt really dirty and slutty. That you sucked him off in such a semi-public space.
Anyone could have seen you.
You were surprised no one did, not that you could tell in the darkness of the woods. When you arrive at the dorm, you immediately take a shower, hoping to wash away the [[night's events.|A.4part3]]As you reflect on what transpired, a sense of guilt washes over you, acknowledging the complexities of the situation. However, you can't help but agree with Rachel's sentiment about forbidden relationships having a certain allure, and last night's experience provided the temporary escape you needed from your troubles.
As you prepare yourself for the day, the sound of screaming reverberates through the hallway, instantly grabbing your attention. Hastily, you slip into your clothes, concerned about the commotion outside. You hurry towards the source of the uproar, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Who was she?!" Shelley's voice echoes through the halls, filled with a mix of hurt and anger. As you draw closer, you see Bradley standing before her, the focus of her outburst. The intensity in Shelley's voice is unnerving, and you never expected her to display such raw emotions.
"Don't even try to lie to me. People saw you," Shelley accuses, her voice quivering with a mix of betrayal and anguish. The sight of her hurt and anger leaves you stunned, unsure of how to intervene or comprehend the situation unfolding before you.
Bradley remains silent in the face of Shelley's accusations, his expression filled with heartbreak and sadness. He doesn't attempt to defend himself or offer any explanation. The pain in his eyes speaks volumes, conveying his anguish and the weight of the situation.
"So, you aren't even going to try and deny it," Shelley asks, desperately hoping for a different response. Her longing gaze reveals her wish for Bradley to lie, to deny the accusations, so they can go back to being the happy couple they once were.
Bradley, however, stays true to his promise. He looks directly into Shelley's eyes and calmly responds, "I promised you I wouldn't lie to you, and if I were to say it isn't true, that would be a lie." His words are filled with sincerity and honesty, reflecting his commitment to truthfulness.
The weight of his response hangs in the air, marking a significant moment of truth and vulnerability between them.
"Do you get off on this sort of thing? Doing things with different girls in front of me, because I trusted you to be left alone," Shelley confronts Bradley, her voice filled with a mix of hurt, anger, and betrayal. Her words cut through the air, exposing the deep sense of disappointment she feels.
Bradley's face contorts with pain as he takes in the weight of Shelley's accusation.
"Did you want to hurt me? Was this the plan all along? You didn't even try to hide it," Shelley's voice trembles with a mix of devastation and disbelief. Her pain is particularly heightened by the fact that Bradley chose to engage in his actions publicly, without any attempt to conceal them.
"No! Never! Shelley, I was drunk. I didn't even know what I was doing until it was too late," Bradley desperately tries to defend himself, his voice filled with regret and remorse. He attempts to explain that his actions were a result of intoxication, hoping to find understanding and forgiveness.
Shelley, however, averts her gaze, refusing to meet Bradley's eyes. In that moment, Bradley catches sight of you from the corner of his eye and shoots you a glare. It's clear that he blames you for the situation, believing that if you hadn't kissed him last night, none of this would have happened.
Bradley averts his gaze from you, focusing back on Shelley. "I was going to tell you what happened last night. I didn't want you to find out like this," he explains, desperation evident in his voice. He had intended to come clean about his actions, but the revelation had come too late.
Shelley's eyes lock with Bradley's again, her voice filled with a mixture of pain and anger. "If you didn't want me to find out, then you shouldn't have done it in public!" she yells, her words cutting through the air like a knife. Tears stream down her face, a manifestation of the profound hurt she feels in that moment.
"No, I wanted to tell you what happened. I didn't want someone else to do it," Bradley pleads once more, desperation evident in his voice. He tries to express his desire to take responsibility for his actions and share the truth with Shelley.
Shelley, however, cuts him off, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and hurt. "No, Bradley. You should have kept your dick in your pants," she states firmly, the finality in her words indicating her resolve. With those words, she turns away and walks away, leaving Bradley standing there, consumed by regret and the weight of his choices.
As Bradley walks off, you take notice of the crowd that had gathered during the confrontation. Feeling a surge of protectiveness, you address the onlookers, urging them to mind their own business and respect the privacy of those involved. With that, you set out to find Bradley, and it doesn't take long to locate him.
Entering the library, you spot Bradley sitting at a table, his head buried in his hands, radiating sadness. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to approach him. Despite his previous glare and dismissive words, you decide to take a chance and sit across from him.
As Bradley lifts his head, his gaze meets yours, and you begin to express yourself, only to be abruptly interrupted. "I don't give a shit, go away," Bradley cuts you off, his tone reflecting his disinterest in engaging with you. It's clear that he isn't in the mood for conversation.
Refusing to give up, you summon your courage and make another attempt. "Why didn't you let her know it was me?" you inquire, hoping to gain insight into his perspective and the motivations behind his actions.
"Shelley had this fear that you would make a move on me, and it seems she was right," Bradley mutters, abruptly getting up from the table before swiftly leaving. You sit there, stunned into silence, struggling to comprehend his words.
[[Walk back to the dorms|A.3prt4]]You find yourself sitting alone in the library, lost in thought, pondering over Bradley's revelation. The fact that Shelley felt threatened by you is simply unbelievable. She always appeared so... But now, as you reflect on it, you remember how she would often insist on kicking you out of the dorm when she was with Bradley, or how she would practically coerce him into leaving with her. It did seem like she didn't want the two of you to be alone together, but you had brushed it off, thinking nothing of it.
You let out a sigh and tilt your head back, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation. It was just sex, a meaningless, impulsive act fueled by alcohol. Bradley wasn't someone who went around fucking everyone; it had happened only once. Shelley was blowing it out of proportion, making a big deal out of nothing. Ending a relationship with a wonderful guy like Bradley over such an incident seemed like an unnecessary waste.
You couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt for being the catalyst that led to their breakup, but deep down, you questioned whether it was truly your fault. After all, it was Bradley who couldn't control his actions and keep cock to himself.
"Wait!" you suddenly think to yourself. They're breaking up over something so insignificant, ready to discard their entire relationship. It feels like a firework has just gone off in your mind, igniting a brilliant idea.
Without a second thought, you swiftly rise from your seat and practically sprint back to your dorm. Your breathing becomes heavy and labored as you reach your door. Your hand trembles as you grasp the doorknob, twisting it slowly before pushing the door open. Inside, you find Shelley lying in bed, tears streaming down her face. She seeks solace under her blanket, as if trying to shield herself from the world.
Despite not having a close relationship with Shelley, a sense of empathy washes over you. While you understand that you don't owe her anything, the events that transpired, as messed up as they were, spark an idea within you. As you enter the room, your pace slows, and you move quietly.
Closing the door behind you, you make your way to where you keep your phone. Picking it up, you start typing a message to your mom: "Hi Mom, I've decided I'm coming home after all." A small smirk plays on your lips as you send the text. It dawns on you that this summer is bound to be an interesting one, full of unexpected twists and turns.
[[You get ready|A.3end]]
You swiftly send a text to your friend group chat, informing them that you sadly won't be able to join them for summer break. Their understanding response of "It's cool, there's always next summer," reminds you of how fortunate you are to have such supportive friends. Grateful for their understanding, you bend down and retrieve your suitcase from under the bed. Slowly unzipping it, you begin to quietly pack your clothes, making sure not to disturb Shelley. As you pack, you feel your phone vibrate, indicating a new notification. Curiously, you check it to see a text from your mom. She expresses her happiness about your decision to come home and informs you that she has just purchased a plane ticket for you.
Excitement courses through you as you contemplate the execution of your plan. A small giggle involuntarily escapes your lips, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, not wanting Shelley to misinterpret it as laughter at her expense. The truth is far worse. You were laughing because you had a scheme brewing to bring chaos into play.
You were planning to break up $Stepbro and his fiancée $Sweetheart
You were aware that you should feel remorseful about your plan. A voice inside you should have been cautioning against it, warning that it was a misguided and ill-advised idea. However, to your surprise, that small part of you that should have been there, that voice of reason, was noticeably absent.
You feel another vibration from your phone and quickly glance at it. It's a message from your mom, informing you that your $Stepbro will be there to pick you up from the airport when you land.
You smile warmly upon reading the text. It has been quite some time since you last saw $Stepbro, and the thought of reuniting with him causes a slight flutter in your heart.
[[Air Travels|End of prologue Alpha]]<p class="calendar">26 <em>May</em></p>
<img src="img\At1.gif" width="400" height="600" />
The plane ride wasn't anything special, and you were just relieved that there weren't any crying babies on board. With summer barely starting, you expected the plane to be packed to the brim, but fortunately, it wasn't. However, it lacked comfort in many aspects. As you disembarked the plane, your buttocks were numb, and your back ached. You couldn't help but think that's what you get for choosing to attend college in Georgia instead of sunny California like a typical person.
You glance around, searching for a seat to rest for a while. Just as you spot the perfect spot, you begin pulling your luggage and head toward it. However, before reaching the seat, you feel someone grabbing you from behind by the waist, and you hear a familiar voice say, "Hey, little sister, long time no see." Your heart starts to flutter, causing you to drop your luggage as you turn around to see him—$Stepbro. He has grown taller and looks even more handsome than before, though still bearing the same familiar features. As you face him, you notice his radiant smile, showcasing his pearly whites and sparkling $HEColor. He's as breathtaking as ever. Overwhelmed with joy, you tightly embrace him pressing your body into his.
As you become aware that the hug has prolonged, you gently push him away and assert, "I'm not your little sister" Your words carry a slight pout, conveying your dislike for being called that, particularly by him. You didn't like how it implied that the two of you were siblings. You weren't, he would never be a brother to you and you didn't want him to be, you also didn't care for the word 'little' you were an adult.
He playfully rolled his eyes at you and gently released his arms from your waist. With a hint of amusement in his voice, he remarked, "You should be accustomed to me calling you that. After all, you've always been my little sister." His words were accompanied by a charming chuckle that sent shivers down your spine. He then proceeded to pick up your luggage. While the possessive term "my" made your heart flutter, it also caused a slight frown as he reiterated the term "sister" once more.
"Step sister." You say, you needed to remind him that the two of you weren't siblings, However, he blissfully ignores your words and simply nods his head in a gesture that clearly indicates you should follow him. As he passes by, you can't help but steal a glance at his ass, causing you to bite your lip at the enticing sight.
Succumbing to the temptation, you trail behind him, following him towards his car.
He unlocks the car door for you and proceeds to load your luggage into the trunk. You open the passenger door and settle into your seat, fastening your seatbelt and patiently waiting for him to finish. Passing the time, you find yourself gazing at him through the rearview mirror. He's so nice to look at.
Soon after he completes the task, he catches you watching him and playfully asks, "Watcha looking at?" Your cheeks instantly flush with a rosy hue, and in response, you stick your tongue out at him, and stop looking at him.
He shakes his head at you and settles into the driver's seat. While buckling up, he exclaims in a louder tone, "Safety first, little sister!" He extends his arm towards you, ensuring that you are properly secured in your seat. The sudden proximity causes you to sink deeper into your seat, sensing his warmth and catching a whiff of his minty breath.
It feels like torture, as you find yourself yearning to grab him by the collar and kiss him. However, you resist the temptation and instead push him away, asserting, "I'm not little and I'm not your sister." Crossing your arms, you turn your body away from his and fix your gaze out of the window, concealing the mix of emotions swirling within you.
You can sense his gaze fixed upon you, aware that your words and actions might have come across as harsh. However, you pondered how else you could effectively convey your sentiments. He sighs, reversing the car and smoothly maneuvering out of the parking lot. "I'm willing to let go of one," he says, causing you to glance at him with confusion.
"One?" you inquire, perplexed. "One what?" you continue to question, searching for clarification.
With his attention focused on the road, he responds, "Choose between the word 'little' or 'sister,' and I'll refrain from using it." His offer hangs in the air as you contemplate, contemplating which term holds more significance for you.
"Little," you say with a smile playing on your lips. Deep down, you wanted to choose "sister," but you knew he would never cease using that term. By opting for the word "little," you hoped that removing it from his vocabulary would help him perceive you as an adult.
You both spend the remainder of the drive engaged in conversation about school, work, and nonsensical topics. It's a delightful experience, as you share smiles and exchange laughter over silly jokes, creating a world of your own within the confines of the car.
[[End of Demo|A Demo]]<p class="calendar">23 <em>May</em></p>
You are rudely awakened by the sound of shouting. Shelley's voice carries an unmistakable anguish that cuts through your sleep-induced daze. "Why? Why are you doing this?" she cries out, her voice teeming with distress and heartbreak. "You promised you'd never hurt me."
Bradley responds with his voice, and even without looking, you recognize it as his. "It's not about you, it's about me," he stammers, offering a feeble excuse. Shelley's immediate and incredulous retort pierces the air.
"That's Bullshit!," she counters, her voice trembling with pain. "Don't lie to me."
Without laying eyes on them, you sense the gravity of the moment, the depth of Shelley's distress, and the vulnerability in Bradley's admission. Shelley's voice trembles as she continues, her words barely audible. "Is... is there someone else?" Her voice carries a sense of loss, as if the answer could shatter her even further. Bradley firmly denies it, assuring her that there is no one else.
A heavy silence descends upon the room, as if time itself holds its breath. Your heart quickens as you realize that the truth may come to light, that your involvement might be exposed. You lie there, concealed beneath the blankets, uncertain of what to do or say. Bradley, in an attempt to deflect blame, admits that he cheated on Shelley but claims to have no recollection of with whom.
Shelley's voice quivers, filled with a blend of confusion and anguish. "You don't remember... Then how can you be sure you cheated?" she asks, her words nearly drowned in the depth of her pain. The room plunges into a tense silence as the truth hangs in the air, waiting to be unveiled.
Bradley took a moment before responding, admitting, "Someone kissed me at the bonfire, and I didn't stop it or pull away. I kissed them back." Shelley choked back a sob and then replied, "It was just a kiss; I can forgive you for that."
"It wasn't just a kiss, Shell."
"You had sex with her?"
"No, I stopped it, before it could get that far but-" Bradley stops himself from continuing "It doesn't matter. You can't even look at me.
Shelley remained silent, her emotions too overwhelming for an response. Bradley continued, his words heavy with remorse. "I'm truly sorry, and I hope you have a good summer." With that, Bradley left the dorm room, leaving Shelley alone.
As Shelley closed the door behind him, she retreated to her bed, overcome by the weight of the situation. The room filled with the sound of her tears, echoing the pain and shattered dreams that now enveloped her.
Within the confines of your thoughts, guilt consumed you. You couldn't escape the feeling that you had played a role in breaking them apart, that your actions had caused irreversible damage.
[[Wait|A.4end]]Wait a minute, you broke them apart as in they aren't together anymore. You feel a smile stretch across your face as you get an idea. You should break up your $Stepbro's engagement.
If you can ruin a relationship on accident, well on purpose.
You spring out of bed, your mind racing with determination. Searching the room, you quickly locate your phone and grab it, wasting no time. With a sense of urgency, you compose a text to your mom, informing her that you'll be coming home for the summer. It's a sudden decision, but you feel compelled to take action. Next, you send a message to your group of friends, regretfully canceling your plans with them. You reassure yourself that you can hang out with them anytime, but right now, time is of the essence.
As you move swiftly, a smile creeps across your face, fueled by a mischievous idea taking shape in your mind. You need to act fast if you're going to execute your plan. The anticipation of what's to come fills you with a mix of excitement.
You spring into action, gathering your belongings and retrieving your luggage from under the bed. Eagerly, you start packing your bags, carefully selecting the clothes you'll need for your time away. As you work, you feel a vibration in your pocket, indicating a new message on your phone. With a quick motion, you pull it out and check the screen. It's a message from your mom, letting you know that she has just purchased a plane ticket for you. Excitement courses through you at the thought of going home.
The text continues, informing you that $Stepbro will be waiting to pick you up from the airport. You smile mischievously to yourself
[[Let the games begin|End of prologue Alpha]]
[[Link Text|Target Passage]]<a data-passage="Target Passage" class="link-internal" role="link" tabindex="0">Link Text</a>Hiya! I'm Shhh-Mo!
This project leans more towards a visual novel, serving as a gauge for assessing my grasp on coding and Twine as a whole. My journey into Twine coding began approximately a year ago, with a few fluctuations here and there.
Thwarting His Engagement is an erotic visaul novel based around the themes on seduction and violation.
Events unfold differently depending on what choices the player makes. There are multiple endings based on player choices.
This content is intended solely for adults. If you are not of legal age, please take the responsible action and exit immediately.
Warning: This game is kinda fucked up. Don't worry tho, The characters are all of age and played by actors & actress that signed a consent form.
It goes without saying that it is intended for people age 18+ and player discretion is strongly advised.
The images used in this game are sourced from all over the internet. I claim no ownership over any of the visual material within. Should any copyright holders have an issue with anything please get in contact with me for removal.
[[I'm an adult->adult]]
<a href="https://heartive.pages.dev/" target="_blank">Legally, I’m still in the ‘ask your mom’ phase of life. Seriously though I'm not yet consider an adult</a>
[[FAQ]]Take the role of Theodora, a young woman in college, who has recently discovered that the man she's been struggling to move on from has gotten engaged. To make matters worse, they're planning a shotgun wedding at the end of the summer. Will Theo choose to witness the man she still loves marrying someone else, or will she take drastic measures to stop the wedding?
[[Continue]] Who is the actress for the female lead?
Her name is Olivia Casta
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Why have a character creation, If there's already someone you had in mind for the portrayal of the female lead?
Well, to be honest the character creation was an after thought, I had planned on just implementing the actresses pictures through out the game but read somewhere that some female players like myself were tired of big tittie girls as the lead in twine games. They wanted more options and as do I.
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I've noticed some spelling mistakes and grammar errors.
Don't worry, I plan on editing on a later date. If you notice the guys having different names, I went though several names before I found actual names for the Male Leads that I liked. Hot guys have hot names. lol
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No, I had no idea that link where that link was sending people.
I would never go against the law on purpose. I LOVE to buy stuff.
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Will you continue working on Velma?
Yes, Of course. I don't like to leave things unfinished.
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[[Main Menu]]
[[Content Warning]]
[[So, here's what I learned]]<img src="img\learn.jpg" width="400" height="500" />
1. Do Not Use 'Base 64' it takes up a TON of space, learned that lesson the hard way.
The best way is to create a new document folder and title it: whatever your project is called and then make folder in that labed 'img' 'aud' and 'vid' they should be lowercased btw. This wayyy take up less space then 'Base 64' and be easer to upload when you finish your project. The code you use should look something like this
2. Dice Roll
<img src="img\learn2.jpg" width="400" height="500" />
3. Character Creation, There are probably wayy easier ways to do this, but it's what i learned. It's basically just $variables
<img src="img\cc0.jpg" width="400" height="500" />
I know it still looks weird but that's only because I didn't include hairstyles. My code is $ haircolor $ hairstyle, the fun thing about $variables is you can do whatever you want. Well in this case anyways.
Since I'm still learning I could only do the very basic stuff like naming them aka $name and setting them up so they appear in project.
The Calendar Icon was created by alvarotrigo from codegen
[[Main Menu]]
[[FAQ]]
Content Warning ⚠️
________
Sexual assault
Pornographic content
Swears or curses
Nudity
________
<<return>><img src="img\create.jpg" width="440" height="340" />
What's your name:
<<textbox "$name" "Theodora">>
What's your nickname:
<<textbox "$nickname" "Theo">>
[[What do you look like?->Character Creation]]
[[Continue|AB0]]What does He look like?
<b>Eye Color:</b>
<<listbox "$HEColor">>
<<option "Green" "emerald_eyes">>
<<option "Blue" "blue_eyes">>
<<option "Grey" "grey_eyes">>
<<option "Brown" "brown_eyes">>
<<option "Hazel" "haze_ eyes">>
<<option "Blue-Green" "blue_green_eyes">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Length:</b>
<<listbox "$HHLength">>
<<option "Short" "short_length">>
<<option "Shoulders" "shoulders_length">>
<<option "Chest" "chest_length">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Color:</b>
<<listbox "$HHColor">>
<<option "Raven Black" "raven_black">>
<<option "Auburn Red" "auburn_red">>
<<option "Chestnut Brown" "chestnut_brown">>
<<option "Honey Blonde" "honey_blonde">>
<<option "Sliver Grey" "sliver_grey">>
<<option "Copper Red" "copper_red">>
<<option "Jet Blue" "jet_blue">>
<<option "Lilac Purple" "lilac_purple">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Style:</b>
<<listbox "$HHStyle">>
<<option "Luscious Locks" "luscious_locks">>
<<option "Curly" "curly">>
<<option "Straight" "straight">>
<<option "Afro" "afro">>
<<option "Wavy" "wavy">>
<<option "Messy" "messy">>
<</listbox>>
[[Apply changes and go back|It's-]]<<set $diceResult to 0>>
<<nobr>><<button "Roll the Dice">>
<<set $diceResult to random(1, 6)>>
You rolled a <<print $diceResult>>!
<</button>><</nobr>><div style="
text-align: center;
margin: 0 auto 25px auto;
padding: 20px 15px;
background: linear-gradient(135deg, rgba(255,245,240,0.9) 0%, rgba(255,250,247,0.95) 100%);
border: 1px solid #f0e0d8;
border-radius: 8px;
box-shadow: 0 4px 15px rgba(0,0,0,0.08);
max-width: 90%;
position: relative;
overflow: hidden;
">
<!-- Decorative floral corners -->
<div style="
position: absolute;
top: 8px;
left: 8px;
font-size: 20px;
color: #d8b8b0;
transform: rotate(-15deg);
">❀</div>
<div style="
position: absolute;
top: 8px;
right: 8px;
font-size: 20px;
color: #d8b8b0;
transform: rotate(15deg);
">❀</div>
<!-- Main title - now with responsive sizing -->
<h1 style="
font-family: 'Great Vibes', cursive;
color: #b76e79;
font-size: clamp(2.2em, 6vw, 2.8em); /* Responsive font size */
margin: 0;
padding: 0 5px;
line-height: 1.2;
text-shadow: 1px 1px 3px rgba(0,0,0,0.1);
letter-spacing: 1.5px;
word-wrap: break-word;
overflow-wrap: break-word;
"></h1>
<!-- Divider -->
<div style="
height: 1px;
background: linear-gradient(to right, transparent, #e0c8c0, transparent);
margin: 12px auto;
width: 60%;
"></div>
<!-- Tagline -->
<p style="
font-family: 'Playfair Display', serif;
color: #8a6d6d;
font-size: clamp(0.9em, 3.5vw, 1.1em); /* Responsive font size */
font-style: italic;
margin: 0;
padding: 0 10px;
line-height: 1.4;
">Caught Between Love and Chaos:<br>Will She Let Him Say "I Do" or Dare to Disrupt?</p>
<!-- Bottom decoration -->
<div style="
margin-top: 12px;
font-size: 18px;
color: #d8b8b0;
letter-spacing: 4px;
">✽ ✽ ✽</div>
</div>What do you look like?
<b>Eye Color:</b>
<<listbox "$EyeColor">>
<<option "Green" "emerald-eyes">>
<<option "Blue" "blue-eyes">>
<<option "Grey" "grey-eyes">>
<<option "Brown" "brown-eyes">>
<<option "Hazel" "hazel-eyes">>
<<option "Silver" "silver-eyes">>
<<option "Blue-Green" "blue-green-eyes">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Length:</b>
<<listbox "$HairLength">>
<<option "Short" short_length>>
<<option "Chin" chin_length>>
<<option "Shoulders" shoulders_length>>
<<option "Hip" hip_length>>
<<option "Waist" waist_length>>
<<option "Chest" chest_length>>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Color:</b>
<<listbox "$HairColor">>
<<option "Raven Black" "raven black">>
<<option "Auburn Red" "auburn red">>
<<option "Chestnut Brown" "chestnut brown">>
<<option "Honey Blonde" "honey blonde">>
<<option "Sliver Grey" "sliver grey">>
<<option "Copper Red" "copper red">>
<<option "Jet Blue" "jet blue">>
<<option "Lilac Purple" "lilac purple">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Hair Style:</b>
<<listbox "$HairStyle">>
<<option "Box Braids" "box braids">>
<<option "Luscious Locks" "luscious locks">>
<<option "Curly" "curly">>
<<option "Straight" "straight">>
<<option "Afro" "afro">>
<<option "Slicked Back" "slicked back">>
<<option "Classic Bob" "classic bob">>
<<option "Wavy" "wavy">>
<<option "Messy Bun" "messy bun">>
<<option "French Braid" "french braid">>
<</listbox>>
<b>Breast Size:</b>
<<listbox "$BreastSize">>
<<option "A Cup" "small breasts">>
<<option "B Cup" "modest breasts">>
<<option "C Cup" "full breasts">>
<<option "D Cup" "large breasts">>
<<option "E Cup" "massive breasts">>
<</listbox>>
[[Apply changes and go back|Continue]]<img src="img\note.jpg" width="400" height="500" />
Choose Your Male Lead
This is a crucial decision you must make.
It began with love at first sight, evolving into a childish crush that the adults in your life playfully teased you about. However, things took a different turn when your mother decided to marry her boyfriend, who, coincidentally, had an incredibly attractive son. As you grew older, you realized that harboring feelings for your newly appointed stepbrother were higly inappropriate. You made every effort to suppress these emotions, such as diving into new relationships and immersing yourself in your studies. Before you knew it, high school was over, and you knew you needed some distance.
So, how has that distance treated you? Are you still in love with your older stepbrother?
What is your older stepbrother's name?
<<textbox "$Stepbro" "Silas">>
Or
Was it your best friend's older brother who had your heart tied in knots?
Madison is your closest friend, and you understand that her older brother is off-limits.
Cause Hello! Girl Code!
And Yet, your heart can't help but flutter whenever he looks at you or flashes a smile your way. It feels as if you're the only girl in the entire world. Deep down, you acknowledge that your love for him is unrequited; he sees you as an annoying little sister. For the sake of Madison, you need to bury your feelings. You dedicated yourself to your studies and successfully graduated from high school. You thought that distance would help you move on from your emotions.
So, did it? Or are you still in love with your best friend's older brother?
What's Madison's older Brother's name:
<<textbox "$Olderbro" "Atticus">>
<img src="img\BAB.png" width="400" height="500" />
[[Think back what did he look like?->Build A Bro]]
So, whose your male lead?
[[He was never a brother to me |Stepbro]]
or
[[of course, Madison would understand|olderbro]]
Psst before you go wanna change his Fiancee name?
<<textbox "$Sweetheart" "Valentina">>
"It's $Olderbro, you know Maddison's older brother. He's finally done it – proposed to $Sweetheart. I mean, it's about time. They have been dating for years now. I can't believe it. I'm so happy for them. I always knew they would end up together."
As your mother continues to rant, she fails to notice that you haven't uttered a single word about the news. How could you? The last thing you wanted was for the man you've been in love with for years to marry someone who isn't you. To make matters worse, you couldn't express to your mother the immense pain in your heart with every word she spoke. Tears finally started to fall when she mentioned the children they would have.
As the news sank in, you felt your knees weaken, causing you to collapse onto the ground. Silently, tears streamed down your face as you pressed your hand against your trembling lips, desperate to stifle any sobs that threatened to escape. The truth remained unchanged – you still loved him. Despite the vast distance that now separated you, your feelings persisted, an enduring reminder that love knows no boundaries.
"Honey? Honey?" Your mother's voice came through the phone, still clasped tightly in your hand. "I heard a noise. Are you okay?" Concern laced her words, and you knew she would be even more worried if she discovered the truth about your shattered heart. Wiping away a few tears, you took a few seconds to compose yourself. You didn't want her to know the depth of your true feelings.
"Sorry about that, Mom. I, uh, walked into a wall," you lied, mustering a faux cheerfulness in your voice. "That's so surprising. I bet Madison is thrilled to have a sister-in-law." You struggled to maintain your composure, desperate to keep your true sadness hidden. However, you could sense that your emotions were on the verge of bursting forth, threatening to expose your vulnerability. With a quick excuse, you attempted to end the call. "Um, Mom, I really have to go. My roommate needs something," you lied once again. You needed some time alone to process everything you had just learned.
After ending the call with your mother, a surge of mixed emotions engulfed you. In a fit of sadness and anger, you flung your phone across the dorm room, feeling the weight of your shattered dreams. The anger stemmed from Madison's failure to inform you about her brother's proposal plans. Maybe, just maybe, you could have intervened and altered the course of events. But truth be told, you and Madison had drifted apart, and conversations about her brother didn't exist.
The pain of being near him had pushed you to choose a college far away, even though the original plan had been to attend together.
In the beginning, you naively believed that distance would help you overcome your feelings for him. However, that misguided hope evaporated as quickly as it appeared, leaving you a heap of sorrow. You forced yourself to crawl over to your bed, seeking solace beneath the covers. With tear-stained cheeks, you surrendered to the overwhelming sadness that consumed you, sobbing yourself into an exhausted slumber.
[[Sleep|B]]<p class="calendar">22 <em>May</em></p>
<img src="img\class.jfif" width="440" height="340" />
"Ladies and gentlemen, it has been an absolute pleasure teaching each and every one of you this semester. I want to take a moment to express my gratitude for your hard work, dedication, and enthusiasm throughout the course. It has been an honor to be your professor. As we approach the end of the semester, I want to remind you of the importance of taking time for yourselves and rejuvenating during the upcoming summer break.
You have all put in tremendous effort and deserve some well-earned relaxation and enjoyment. Use this time to explore new passions, spend quality moments with loved ones, and create memories that will last a lifetime." Your last professor of the day announced, finally freeing you and your classmates. You get up from your seat for the last time this semester and start heading [[back to your dorm. |00]]You planned on spending the summer with some new friends, exploring new places, and making unforgettable memories. As you walk back to your dorm, you feel a sense of accomplishment and excitement for the summer ahead.
As you enter your dorm room, you start packing your bags, making a mental checklist of all the things you want to bring along for your summer adventures. You can't help but smile as you think about the new friends you've made during the semester. It's been a challenging yet rewarding experience, and you're grateful for the connections you've formed.
After finishing your packing, you decide to reach out to your new friends to plan the details of your summer escapades. You grab your phone and just as your about to send a message to the group chat. Your phone starts [[ringing...|000]]
It's your mother.
You see her caller ID and instinctively drop your head back, emitting a sigh of annoyance. You were prepared for what she was about to ask even before the words left her mouth. She was requesting, once again, that you to return home for summer break.
Reluctantly, you pick up the phone and mustered a feigned enthusiasm. "Hi, mom!" you greet her, attempting to inject some artificial joy into your tone, hoping it would dissuade her from insisting on your return home.
"You won't believe what I just found out!" Your mother immediately launches into her story without bothering with a customary greeting. This was typical of her whenever something even remotely exciting happened. While it didn't take much to excite your mother—a two-for-one deal at her favorite restaurant was enough to make her day.
"Yes, mom, I'm good. How are you?" you ask, adding a touch of humor to lighten the mood.
"Oh, right, honey, sorry. It's just... it's all so incredibly amazing. I can't wrap my head around it, and the ring is absolutely beautiful."
"Ring?" you interject, perplexed by her sudden mention of a ring.
[[It's-]]
You are abruptly awakened from your deep slumber as your dormmate Shelley vigorously shakes you to rouse you from your sleep. "I told you she sleeps like the dead," she comments to someone else present in the room.
Letting out a tired groan, you reluctantly toss the blankets off and manage to muster a quiet, tired voice, asking, "What do you need?" Your emotional exhaustion is palpable, and you sit up on your bed, noticing Bradley, Shelley's boyfriend, among the individuals in the room.
"Ew. You look awful," Shelley remarks, casting a critical gaze over your disheveled appearance. Meanwhile, Bradley steps closer to you, genuine concern etched on his face.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asks, always displaying kindness towards you. "Do you need anything?" Before Bradley can finish his sentence, Shelley interrupts him, her tone oozing with insincerity.
"Babe, she doesn't need anything. $name, we want some alone time, and your loser friend is looking for you, so get out." Shelley's words drip with her pretentious 'I'm such a nice person' act.
You offer a grateful smile to Bradley, appreciating his concern, and roll your eyes in response to Shelley's remark. Determined to leave the situation behind, you climb out of bed and make your way to the shared bathroom to quickly wash your face before exiting the dorm. Just as you're about to leave, Shelley's voice interrupts you.
"Hey!" she shouts, clearly annoyed. Refusing to let her comments affect you any further, you retort,
"Well, you're the one who said I look awful." With that, you shut the door in her face, effectively cutting off any further confrontation.
From outside the closed door, you catch snippets of Shelley and Bradley's conversation. "I don't understand why you're nice to her. You're my boyfriend. I'm the only one you should be nice to," Shelley whines in a babyish tone.
Bradley responds, "Did you see her eyes? They're red. She's been crying." Bradley once again shows concern for you.
You couldn't help but wonder how someone as kind as Bradley ended up with Shelley. However, instead of dwelling on their dynamics, you chose to tune out their conversation and focus on yourself. Stepping away from the closed door, you let their voices fade into the background as you turned your attention to fixing your face. Taking a deep breath, you began to cleanse and freshen up, determined to regain some composure and trying to leave the emotional turmoil behind.
When your finished you take a good look at yourself in the mirror, you look straight into your $EyeColor , and notice your $HairLength $HairColor hair , and smile at yourself.
When you look better you open the door Shelley and Bradley are heavy making out on her bed. Bradley's hand on Shelley's thigh. You guessed that answered you question. You roll your eyes at them and quickly leave the room.
You remember that Shelley said something about a friend looking for you.
[[Go look for your friend|B.Start]]$Sweetheart
$Stepbro
$Olderbro
Mr dart is stepbro boss and sweethearts uncle
<img src="img\lr.jpg" width="600" height="600" />You wander aimlessly around campus, searching for the friend Shelley mentioned before she kicked you out of your shared dorm room.
Unfortunately, Shelley had always been like that. When you first met her, you hoped her high maintenance demeanor was just a facade, hiding a more genuine personality. Regrettably, it wasn't. Shelley was the queen bee on campus, and people either loved or hated her. Strangely, you found yourself in neither category. You neither loved nor hated her.
You and Shelley had come to an agreement to minimize your interactions during this school year, which worked well, except for those instances when she would throw you out of the dorm. It was surprising how strong she was for someone so petite, perhaps due to her athleticism. Shelley held the position of head cheerleader, as expected. At least the cheerleader outfits were cute.
Lost in thought, you absentmindedly make your way to the dining hall, where you spot a few friends from your group chat. You had planned to message them after class, but your mind had been preoccupied. The thought of the call with your mother had caused tears to well up in your eyes. You casually wipe them away and force a spring in your step as you approach your friends.
"Hey, guys! Are we excited for summer?" you say, hoping your voice sounds cheerful and they don't detect any underlying sadness.
"Absolutely! And guess what? All the fraternities are throwing a massive bonfire to celebrate our freedom from studying," Harper, the first friend you made at this school, exclaims.
"Wait, all the fraternities are throwing the bonfire together?" you ask, genuinely surprised.
You had assumed they all despised each other. Harper claps her hands excitedly. "You know how frat bros are, always going back and forth," she explains.
Before Harper can continue, Marcus interjects, "The motto for tonight's bonfire is 'bros before hoes,' and you know what that means—they were fighting over a girl."
The idea of a bonfire brings a glimmer of hope to your spirit. Getting lost in a night of revelry and forgetting your troubles sounds like just what you need. As your friends discuss their plans for the bonfire, you make an effort to fully engage in the conversation, attempting to push "him" out of your mind. You yearn to return to the start of the day when everything was blissfully ignorant.
"Wow, don't all of you look comfortable," Amber remarks as she approaches the table, placing her hands on her hips. "Oh hey, babe," Harper says happily, rising from her seat to give Amber a kiss.
However, Amber blocks the gesture and states, "Don't 'oh hey, babe' me. The bonfire starts soon, and we need to get ready for it."
"Um, Amber, the party doesn't start until 11," Marcus interjects, pausing briefly to glance at his watch.
"It's only 7:30 PM. We've got a few hours to relax." Amber gives him a look that clearly conveys "don't mess with me."
"Or we could get ready now," Marcus says, practically sprinting away from the table. You chuckle at the sight of him running off, but a cough from Amber brings your attention back to her. She tilts her head and says, "You need to get ready too."
Laying your head down on the cool surface of the table, you reply, "I can't. Shelley kicked me out of the dorm, and all my clothes are in there."
"Oh, don't even worry about that," Amber reassures you with a smile, despite the fact that she and Harper have only recently started dating. You know all too well that her smile can be a sign of trouble. As you begin to rise from the table, contemplating making a run for it and seeking refuge in the library until the party starts, Amber quickly grabs your arm with a vice-like grip and starts pulling you towards her dorm.
[[Bonfire|B.1]]Amber forcefully drags you into her dorm room, making you her top priority. She insists that you take a shower to wash off the "bad vibes" and then dresses you in a tight black dress that reaches mid-thigh, along with a pair of black heels. The outfit looks nice, but your intention for the party isn't to look nice; you want to get completely wasted, to forget about everything. Harper decides to return to her own dorm to get ready, while you and Amber head to the bonfire together.
After arriving at the bonfire, you both find a comfortable spot near one of the many fires. You can't help but think it feels like a fire hazard, but you have other concerns on your mind. Before a seat on one of the logs, you walk off in search of a beer, which proves to be an easy task as they are readily available. You grab one and return to your spot to sit down.
You raise the beer to your lips and guzzle it down, feeling the cold liquid slide down your throat. It provides a slight buzz, but you're uncertain about how much beer it takes to get wasted. Nonetheless, you know one beer won't be enough. Your eyes scan the area around the fire, spotting more beers within reach. With a self-satisfied smile, you help yourself to another and drink as much as you can. However, not even 10 minutes pass before Rachel, one of your friends from the group chat whom you were supposed to message about your summer plans, appears before you.
"Hey, $name, are you okay?" Rachel's voice is filled with concern as she takes in the sight of you drinking more than usual. Your brief pause is filled with a heavy sense of emotions, tears threatening to well up in your eyes, and your throat constricting with tightness.
[[Stop drinking talk to her|B.2]]
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[[Keep drinking|B.3]]You swallow hard, setting the beer down, and avoid Rachel's gaze. "Honestly, no," you admit, and those simple words are enough to break through your emotional barrier. Tears start streaming down your face uncontrollably. Rachel takes charge, guiding you away from the crowd to find a more secluded spot where you can talk. She leads you to a log bench, both of you sitting down, and she waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts.
After a few minutes of composing yourself, you gather the courage to speak. "Um, I just found out that the guy I'm in love with just proposed," you reveal, the words carrying a mix of vulnerability and pain. It's the first time you've spoken those feelings aloud, and the weight of it all hits you. "I know it might sound silly to cry over something like this, but it feels so unfair. I've loved him for years, and deep down, I had this hope that he would finally see me and realize that he was in love with me too." As you pour out your heart, the sadness envelops you, and you find solace in finally sharing your pain.
"Oh, that's not silly at all. It must be truly heartbreaking," Rachel responds, her voice filled with empathy. She moves closer to you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. "Do you want to talk about him? Like, what's his name? How did you meet?" Rachel gently inquires, showing her willingness to listen and support you.
"His name is $Stepbro, my mom married his dad a couple of years ago." You say holding your breath a bit at the judgment that the soon to come after, you knew it was wrong to have these types of feels towards your Madison older brother but you couldn't help it.
Rachel remains silent for a moment, processing the information, before surprising you with her response. "Forbidden love, that's hot," she says, her tone devoid of judgment. Her comment takes you aback, as you had expected some sort of disapproval. Instead, Rachel's words convey a sense of understanding and support.
You laugh at Rachel's choice of words, finding her perspective refreshing. It feels good to laugh, a rare occurrence amid your recent heartbreak. "Is it hot?" you question playfully, enjoying the lightheartedness of the moment.
Rachel tries to clarify her point, explaining, "What I mean is, the fact that it's forbidden just makes it more enticing. It's like human nature to want what we can't have." Her words strike a chord, resonating with the conflicting emotions you've been experiencing.
Rachel then jokingly suggests, "Too bad you can't just break up his engagement." You chuckle at her remark, appreciating the humor and levity she brings to the situation.
"Yeah, wouldn't that be something?" you respond, allowing yourself to momentarily entertain the thought, if only as a form of escapism from your current reality.
You spend a significant portion of the night immersed in laughter and light-hearted conversations with Rachel. The weight of your heartbreak momentarily lifted as you enjoyed the company and support of a true friend. However, as the night progresses, one of Rachel's other friends intervenes, pulling her away. Rachel ensures that you are okay before reluctantly parting ways, and you wave her off with reassurance, appreciating her concern and friendship.
With Rachel gone, you take a deep breath, feeling a mixture of emotions swirl within you. The warmth of the bonfire and the lively atmosphere surround you, and you briefly close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment of respite from the turmoil within your heart.
[[look around|B.2part2]]
Finishing off your beer, you tossed the empty glass into the nearest trash can and replied with a drunken smile, "I'm great!" Finally feeling a buzz, you pushed your emotions down, determined not to feel sorry for yourself. Instead, you sought solace in alcohol. Rachel seemed poised to say something more, but her friend pulled her away before she could, and you grabbed two more beers. Seeking refuge away from everyone, you found a log situated closer to a wooded area where you could drink in peace without interruptions.
As you finished both beers, a sense of contentment washed over you. It felt as though your brain had taken a brief vacation as you relished in the tranquility. Suddenly, you noticed someone sitting next to you—it was Bradley, Shelley's boyfriend. His presence confused you. Why was he here, sitting next to you and not at the bonfire? Perceiving your confusion, he promptly gestured towards his girlfriend with a thumb.
"Oh," you muttered, realizing that Shelley was surrounded by a lively group of people engaged in conversation. You didn't know Bradley all that well, but you knew the basics—that he was a good guy and exceptionally friendly.
"Hey, I saw you walk over here, and I wanted to make sure you were okay," he said, his voice once again filled with concern, reminiscent of earlier today.
"I'm fine," you say as you rise from the log and venture deeper into the woods. Talking was the last thing you wanted to do; you craved anything but that. However, your attempt to distance yourself is abruptly halted as Bradley grasps your arm, preventing you from going any farther.
"I saw you, you know," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I don't know what happened, but I know something did, and..." He pauses, struggling to find the right words. "Just let me help."
You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. "You want to help me?" you ask, nodding your head and averting your gaze. "Help me with what?" Despite your inner turmoil, your voice oddly maintains a calmness that contradicts your true emotions.
Bradley pleads with you, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Just tell me what you need."
You lock eyes with him for a moment, searching for sincerity in his gaze, and then...
You pause for a moment, considering Bradley's earnest plea. Feeling a surge of emotions and a need for connection, you reach out and gently place your hand on his cheek. In an impulsive act, you draw him closer and share a tender kiss on the lips. As you part you say "This, I need this." and you kiss him again this time more desperately.
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Bradley hesitates for a moment, but then he responds by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You sigh, melting into his arms, and allow yourself to drown in his kisses.
As your kisses continue, you grow more and more desperate, seeking some sort of relief for your aching heart. You cling to him, your fingers exploring his back and tugging at his hair.
You look him in the eyes, seeing the lust and desire in his gaze.
You take that as a sign to sink to your knees and start unbuckling his pants
You lower his pants and pull off his boxers and then you take his cock into your mouth. You've seen enough porn to get a general idea of how a blow job works.
You take his shaft into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head before sucking him further in. His moans are music to your ears as you continue to suck and lick, working your mouth and hands in tandem to please him.
Bradley groans, gripping your hair tightly. He guides your head, pushing his cock deep into your throat. You gag and splutter, but he only continues to push. You try to pull away, but his grip is too strong, so you just relax and allow him to take control.
His thrusts become faster and harder into your mouth. "Oh fuck!" he moans, his voice raspy.
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Since you've never done this before you can start to feel your throat starting to strain from the intrusion. You try to breathe through your nose but can only manage quick breaths, which leaves you dizzy.
You can tell he's getting close by the way his breathing picks up and his thrusts become more frantic.
He pulls your head down on his cock until his balls slap your chin. With a loud moan, he explodes, filling your mouth with his hot seed.
As you feel his cum hit the back of your throat, you pull back and cough, gagging. His cum spurts all over your face and drips down your chin.
Once you've recovered from your coughing fit, you stand and wipe your face with the back of your hand, feeling a little embarrassed. You look at Bradley, who seems a little stunned and a bit confused.
"I shouldn't have done that," Bradley says slowly coming out of his drunken horny faze, he bents down to pull up his pants and buckle his belt again. He looks at you with an angry look in his eyes. You could tell it wasn't just you, he was angry with. Bradley says nothing to you as he walks away and goes back to the bonfire.
You watch him walk away, feeling a mix of regret and relief. You can't deny that it felt good to be close to someone, even if it was only temporary. But you can't help but feel guilty about using Bradley like that.
[[Go back to your dorm |B.3.part1]]
You scan the area and notice Bradley sitting alone and pretty far from everyone. Gathering your courage, you rise to your feet and approach him. "Hi Bradley, mind if I join you?" you ask politely. Bradley's face lights up with a warm smile, and he nods in response.
"Always thankful for the company," he replies, making room for you on the bench he occupies.
As you settle down beside him, a slight shiver runs through your body from the chilly night air. Bradley notices and comments,
"Cold?" Without hesitation, he removes his coat and places it around your shoulders, offering you warmth and comfort. You gratefully accept the gesture, feeling a sense of warmth not just from the borrowed coat, but also from Bradley's kindness.
"I just wanted to come over and say thank you for earlier. You showed me genuine concern, and it meant a lot to me," you express to Bradley, wanting to convey your appreciation for his kindness. "Today has been a tough day, honestly."
Bradley responds with his trademark boyish smile, reassuring you, "Yeah, no problem. I'm always here to help." His words bring a sense of comfort, making you feel understood and supported.
Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Bradley suggests, "Hey, wanna hear a joke?"
Curious, you reply, "Sure, go ahead."
Bradley sets up the punchline, asking, "Do you think it smells like up-dog around here?"
Instantly, you burst into laughter, recognizing the classic joke. "Not you trying that old joke," you exclaim, amused. Bradley joins in on the laughter.
You turn to look at Bradley and get a little startled when you notice how close your faces are together, You glance down at his lips and then slowly kiss him. He returns the kiss passionately, moving his hands to your back and pulling you closer, and crawling into his lap so he's in between your legs, You make out with him pulling him close into you. Your kisses deepen as you begin to rub your crotch against his bulge. Grinding your hips into his,
Bradley groans into your mouth, enjoying the friction, Your hand begins to slide down his chest and towards his crotch.
When you begin to unbuckle his pants and free his cock, while kissing him you slowly start to stroke his cock gently up and down, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. You pull back from the kiss and look at Bradley. His eyes are closed, and his breath is uneven. You'd never given someone a hand job before but judging from his reaction, you took that as a good sign. You start to tighten your grip and stroke his cock faster and faster.
You feel him start to tense up as his breathing gets heavier, You know he's getting close to his release, and you want to see him cum, You speed up your stroking, and with a moan, he comes undone. His warm cum splatters onto your hands. "Fuck." He groans.
Still feeling buzzed from the beers you've had, you decide you want to do more. You get off his lap and slide onto the floor, with his cock still in your hand you pull it towards your mouth licking the cum off your hands and his cock. You have never given a blowjob before but how hard could it be, you wonder.
You slowly put the tip of his cock in your mouth and suck gently, hearing Bradley moan makes you take his cock deeper into your mouth. You bob your head up and down, trying not to gag, using your tongue to lick the shaft and his balls, Bradley's grip tightens in your hair, pushing his cock deeper down your throat. You gag a bit as he hits the back of your throat, tears prickling the corners of your eyes, but you continue sucking his cock, determined to pleasure him.
He groans as you increase your pace, sucking and licking his cock, tasting his precum and your saliva mixed together.
Bradley's moans grow louder, and his breathing becomes ragged. He's getting close, and you want to make him cum. You take his cock as deep into your mouth as possible and suck hard.
"Oh, fuck...!" He grunts as his body stiffens. With a moan, he reaches his climax, shooting his hot cum into your mouth and down your throat. You choke a bit, and as you pull your mouth away from his cock, he shoots a few loads on your face. You're about to smile up at him as you hear "Bradley! Where are you?" The voice slaps Bradley back into reality,
"What am I doing?" he asks himself, his voice filled with frustration. "Get the hell off me." Bradley's charming, slightly intoxicated demeanor vanishes, replaced by an angry disposition.
The abrupt shift in his tone catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily frozen. Slowly, you rise from your kneeled position on the floor while he remains seated on the bench.
Bradley takes his cock and tucks it back into his pants, he quickly gets himself together as the voice calls out again.
"Bradley?" and it hits you that's Shelley, Bradley's girlfriend calling him. You had forgotten about her.
You try to say something, but no words come out, Bradley turns away from you and rushes toward the voice.
"Sorry, babe, I'm here. Let's get out of here," Bradley says.
You quickly fix your dress, and start heading back to the dorms. You don't spare one glance to Bradley as you walk away. You're trembling with embarrassment and shame, unable to help but hope that no one witnessed you giving Bradley a blow job.
You make it back to your door room with no time to spare you quickly hop in the shower and wash away any trace of Bradley's seed.
Afterward, you dry off and try to put your hair up into a bun but it keeps falling out. You're so nervous about what you did tonight that you decide to just let it hang loose. As you brush your teeth, you're thinking about what you should do next. It seems like everything has gone wrong lately, and you don't know how to make things right.
The next morning you wake up early, and you feel a little sore from last night's activities
[[You get dressed|B.2.part3]]
As you reflect on what transpired, a sense of guilt washes over you, acknowledging the complexities of the situation. However, you can't help but agree with Rachel's sentiment about forbidden relationships having a certain allure, and last night's experience provided the temporary escape you needed from your troubles.
As you prepare yourself for the day, the sound of screaming reverberates through the hallway, instantly grabbing your attention. Hastily, you slip into your clothes, concerned about the commotion outside. You hurry towards the source of the uproar, trying to make sense of the situation.
"Who was she?!" Shelley's voice echoes through the halls, filled with a mix of hurt and anger. As you draw closer, you see Bradley standing before her, the focus of her outburst. The intensity in Shelley's voice is unnerving, and you never expected her to display such raw emotions.
"Don't even try to lie to me. People saw you," Shelley accuses, her voice quivering with a mix of betrayal and anguish. The sight of her hurt and anger leaves you stunned, unsure of how to intervene or comprehend the situation unfolding before you.
Bradley remains silent in the face of Shelley's accusations, his expression filled with heartbreak and sadness. He doesn't attempt to defend himself or offer any explanation. The pain in his eyes speaks volumes, conveying his anguish and the weight of the situation.
"So, you aren't even going to try and deny it," Shelley asks, desperately hoping for a different response. Her longing gaze reveals her wish for Bradley to lie, to deny the accusations, so they can go back to being the happy couple they once were.
Bradley, however, stays true to his promise. He looks directly into Shelley's eyes and calmly responds, "I promised you I wouldn't lie to you, and if I were to say it isn't true, that would be a lie." His words are filled with sincerity and honesty, reflecting his commitment to truthfulness.
The weight of his response hangs in the air, marking a significant moment of truth and vulnerability between them.
"Do you get off on this sort of thing? Doing things with different girls in front of me, because I trusted you to be left alone," Shelley confronts Bradley, her voice filled with a mix of hurt, anger, and betrayal. Her words cut through the air, exposing the deep sense of disappointment she feels.
Bradley's face contorts with pain as he takes in the weight of Shelley's accusation.
"Did you want to hurt me? Was this the plan all along? You didn't even try to hide it," Shelley's voice trembles with a mix of devastation and disbelief. Her pain is particularly heightened by the fact that Bradley chose to engage in his actions publicly, without any attempt to conceal them.
"No! Never! Shelley, I was drunk. I didn't even know what I was doing until it was too late," Bradley desperately tries to defend himself, his voice filled with regret and remorse. He attempts to explain that his actions were a result of intoxication, hoping to find understanding and forgiveness.
Shelley, however, averts her gaze, refusing to meet Bradley's eyes. At that moment, Bradley catches sight of you from the corner of his eye and shoots you a glare. It's clear that he blames you for the situation, believing that if you hadn't kissed him last night, none of this would have happened.
Bradley averts his gaze from you, focusing back on Shelley. "I was going to tell you what happened last night. I didn't want you to find out like this," he explains, desperation evident in his voice. He had intended to come clean about his actions, but the revelation had come too late.
Shelley's eyes lock with Bradley's again, her voice filled with a mixture of pain and anger. "If you didn't want me to find out, then you shouldn't have done it in public!" she yells, her words cutting through the air like a knife. Tears stream down her face, a manifestation of the profound hurt she feels at that moment.
"No, I wanted to tell you what happened. I didn't want someone else to do it," Bradley pleads once more, desperation evident in his voice. He tries to express his desire to take responsibility for his actions and share the truth with Shelley.
Shelley, however, cuts him off, her voice filled with a mix of disappointment and hurt. "No, Bradley. You should have kept your dick in your pants," she states firmly, the finality in her words indicating her resolve. With those words, she turns away and walks away, leaving Bradley standing there, consumed by regret and the weight of his choices.
As Bradley walks off, you take notice of the crowd that had gathered during the confrontation. Feeling a surge of protectiveness, you address the onlookers, urging them to mind their own business and respect the privacy of those involved. With that, you set out to find Bradley, and it doesn't take long to locate him.
Entering the library, you spot Bradley sitting at a table, his head buried in his hands, radiating sadness. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether to approach him. Despite his previous glare and dismissive words, you decide to take a chance and sit across from him.
As Bradley lifts his head, his gaze meets yours, and you begin to express yourself, only to be abruptly interrupted. "I don't give a shit, go away," Bradley cuts you off, his tone reflecting his disinterest in engaging with you. He isn't in the mood for conversation.
Refusing to give up, you summon your courage and make another attempt. "Why didn't you let her know it was me?" you inquire, hoping to gain insight into his perspective and the motivations behind his actions.
"Shelley had this fear that you would make a move on me, and it seems she was right," Bradley mutters, abruptly getting up from the table before swiftly leaving. You sit there, stunned into silence, struggling to comprehend his words.
[[Walk back to the dorms|B.2end]]
You find yourself sitting alone in the library, lost in thought, pondering over Bradley's revelation. The fact that Shelley felt threatened by you is simply unbelievable. She always appeared so... But now, as you reflect on it, you remember how she would often insist on kicking you out of the dorm when she was with Bradley, or how she would practically coerce him into leaving with her. It did seem like she didn't want the two of you to be alone together, but you had brushed it off, thinking nothing of it.
You let out a sigh and tilt your head back, overwhelmed by the weight of the situation. It was just sex, a meaningless, impulsive act fueled by alcohol. Bradley wasn't someone who went around fucking everyone; it had happened only once. Shelley was blowing it out of proportion, making a big deal out of nothing. Ending a relationship with a wonderful guy like Bradley over such an incident seemed like an unnecessary waste.
You couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt for being the catalyst that led to their breakup, but deep down, you questioned whether it was truly your fault. After all, it was Bradley who couldn't control his actions and keep cock to himself.
"Wait!" you suddenly think to yourself. They're breaking up over something so insignificant, ready to discard their entire relationship. It feels like a firework has just gone off in your mind, igniting a brilliant idea.
Without a second thought, you swiftly rise from your seat and practically sprint back to your dorm. Your breathing becomes heavy and labored as you reach your door. Your hand trembles as you grasp the doorknob, twisting it slowly before pushing the door open. Inside, you find Shelley lying in bed, tears streaming down her face. She seeks solace under her blanket as if trying to shield herself from the world.
Despite not having a close relationship with Shelley, a sense of empathy washes over you. While you understand that you don't owe her anything, the events that transpired, as messed up as they were, spark an idea within you. As you enter the room, your pace slows, and you move quietly.
Closing the door behind you, you make your way to where you keep your phone. Picking it up, you start typing a message to your mom: "Hi Mom, I've decided I'm coming home after all." A small smirk plays on your lips as you send the text. It dawns on you that this summer is bound to be an interesting one, full of unexpected twists and turns.
[[You get ready|B.ready]]
You swiftly send a text to your friend group chat, informing them that you sadly won't be able to join them for summer break. Their understanding response of "It's cool, there's always next summer," reminds you of how fortunate you are to have such supportive friends. Grateful for their understanding, you bend down and retrieve your suitcase from under the bed. Slowly unzipping it, you begin to quietly pack your clothes, making sure not to disturb Shelley. As you pack, you feel your phone vibrate, indicating a new notification. Curiously, you check it to see a text from your mom. She expresses her happiness about your decision to come home and informs you that she has just purchased a plane ticket for you.
Excitement courses through you as you contemplate the execution of your plan. A small giggle involuntarily escapes your lips, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand, not wanting Shelley to misinterpret it as laughter at her expense. The truth is far worse. You were laughing because you had a scheme brewing to bring chaos into play.
You were planning to break up $Olderbro and his fiancée $Sweetheart
You were aware that you should feel remorseful about your plan. A voice inside you should have been cautioning against it, warning that it was a misguided and ill-advised idea. However, to your surprise, that small part of you that should have been there, that voice of reason, was noticeably absent.
You feel another vibration from your phone and quickly glance at it. It's a message from your mom, informing you that Madison will be there to pick you up from the airport when you land.
You smile warmly upon reading the text. It has been quite some time since you last saw $Olderbro, and the thought of reuniting with him causes a slight flutter in your heart.
[[Air Travels|End of prologue Beta]]
You walk back to your dorm, taking a shortcut. You desperately wanted to take a shower and cry a little, You had just given your very first blow job to a guy you barely knew and to make matters worse he had a girlfriend. You wanted to blame the beer but something in you wanted someone to hurt just as bad as you did. You felt disgusted with yourself for kissing him, you felt dirty and slutty. That you sucked him off in such a semi-public space. Anyone could have seen you. You were surprised no one did, not that you could tell in the darkness of the woods.
When you arrive at the dorm, you immediately take a shower, hoping to wash away the [[night's events.|B.3part2]]
<p class="calendar">23 <em>May</em></p>
You are rudely awakened by the sound of shouting. Shelley's voice carries an unmistakable anguish that cuts through your sleep-induced daze. "Why? Why are you doing this?" she cries out, her voice teeming with distress and heartbreak. "You promised you'd never hurt me."
Bradley responds with his voice, and even without looking, you recognize it as his. "It's not about you, it's about me," he stammers, offering a feeble excuse. Shelley's immediate and incredulous retort pierces the air.
"That's Bullshit!," she counters, her voice trembling with pain. "Don't lie to me."
Without laying eyes on them, you sense the gravity of the moment, the depth of Shelley's distress, and the vulnerability in Bradley's admission. Shelley's voice trembles as she continues, her words barely audible. "Is... is there someone else?" Her voice carries a sense of loss as if the answer could shatter her even further. Bradley firmly denies it, assuring her that there is no one else.
A heavy silence descends upon the room as if time itself holds its breath. Your heart quickens as you realize that the truth may come to light, that your involvement might be exposed. You lie there, concealed beneath the blankets, uncertain of what to do or say. Bradley, in an attempt to deflect blame, admits that he cheated on Shelley but claims to have no recollection of with whom.
Shelley's voice quivers, filled with a blend of confusion and anguish. "You don't remember... Then how can you be sure you cheated?" she asks, her words nearly drowned in the depth of her pain. The room plunges into a tense silence as the truth hangs in the air, waiting to be unveiled.
Bradley took a moment before responding, admitting, "Someone kissed me at the bonfire, and I didn't stop it or pull away. I kissed them back." Shelley choked back a sob and then replied, "It was just a kiss; I can forgive you for that."
"It wasn't just a kiss, Shell."
"You had sex with her?"
"No, I stopped it, before it could get that far but-" Bradley stops himself from continuing "It doesn't matter. You can't even look at me.
Shelley remained silent, her emotions too overwhelming for a response. Bradley continued, his words heavy with remorse. "I'm truly sorry, and I hope you have a good summer." With that, Bradley left the dorm room, leaving Shelley alone.
As Shelley closed the door behind him, she retreated to her bed, overcome by the weight of the situation. The room filled with the sound of her tears, echoing the pain and shattered dreams that now enveloped her.
Within the confines of your thoughts, guilt consumed you. You couldn't escape the feeling that you had played a role in breaking them apart, that your actions had caused irreversible damage.
[[Wait|B.3end]]
Wait a minute, you broke them apart as in they aren't together anymore. You feel a smile stretch across your face as you get an idea. You should break up your $Olderbro's engagement.
If you can ruin a relationship by accident, well purpose.
You spring out of bed, your mind racing with determination. Searching the room, you quickly locate your phone and grab it, wasting no time. With a sense of urgency, you compose a text to your mom, informing her that you'll be coming home for the summer. It's a sudden decision, but you feel compelled to take action. Next, you send a message to your group of friends, regretfully canceling your plans with them. You reassure yourself that you can hang out with them anytime, but right now, time is of the essence.
As you move swiftly, a smile creeps across your face, fueled by a mischievous idea taking shape in your mind. You need to act fast if you're going to execute your plan. The anticipation of what's to come fills you with a mix of excitement.
You spring into action, gathering your belongings and retrieving your luggage from under the bed. Eagerly, you start packing your bags, carefully selecting the clothes you'll need for your time away. As you work, you feel a vibration in your pocket, indicating a new message on your phone. With a quick motion, you pull it out and check the screen. It's a message from your mom, letting you know that she has just purchased a plane ticket for you. Excitement courses through you at the thought of going home.
The text continues, informing you that $Stepbro will be waiting to pick you up from the airport. You smile mischievously to yourself
[[Let the games begin|End of prologue Beta]]
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The plane ride wasn’t anything special, and you were just relieved that there weren’t any crying babies on board. With summer barely starting, you had expected the plane to be packed to the brim, but fortunately, it wasn’t. Still, it lacked comfort in many ways. By the time you disembarked, your buttocks were numb, and your back ached. You couldn’t help but think that this was the price you paid for choosing to attend college in Georgia instead of sunny California like a normal person.
You glanced around, searching for a place to sit and rest for a moment. Just as you spotted the perfect spot, you began pulling your luggage toward it. But before you could reach it, you heard someone call your name.
Even though it had been years, you’d recognize that voice anywhere. Slowly, you turned to see Madison—your ex-best friend. She stood at her usual 5’8”, her long brown hair now chopped to her shoulders, framing her face. Her green eyes, though emotionless, held a hint of hurt as she looked at you. Without a word, she gestured for you to follow her, then swiftly turned and started walking toward what you assumed was the parking lot.
You desperately wished your mom had picked you up—or even sent your annoying stepbrother. Anything but this.
You hesitated for a moment, your grip tightening on the handle of your luggage. Madison was already several steps ahead, her pace brisk and determined. The airport buzzed around you—announcements over the intercom, the hum of conversations, the rolling of suitcases—but it all felt distant, muffled as if you were underwater.
Reluctantly, you followed, dragging your suitcase behind you. The wheels clacked against the tile floor, echoing in the cavernous space. Madison didn’t look back, her shoulders squared, her steps confident. You couldn’t help but notice how different she looked—not just her hair, but the way she carried herself. The Madison you remembered had been softer, more open. This version of her seemed guarded, almost cold.
And who wouldn’t be upset? You had ditched her without any explanation. But it wasn’t like you could have told her the truth—that you were in love with her brother. Not only would that have been a violation of girl code, but Madison had always carried a lot of baggage about how "some girls would only pretend to be her friend to get close to her brother." Even though you and Madison had been friends forever—childhood friends and neighbors—you couldn’t bear to make her feel that way. Leaving without a word was wrong, and you knew that, but at the time, it had felt like the better alternative.
When you finally reached the parking lot, the California air hit you like a wall. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over the rows of cars. Madison stopped beside her trusty green RAV4 and turned to face you, her expression unreadable.
She lifted her car keys and clicked the button twice, popping the trunk open. Without a word, she opened the driver’s door and slid inside, leaving you to load your luggage.
You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and muttered under your breath, “This is going to be a long car ride home.”
[[End of Demo|B Demo]]Hello
This is just a test demo tbh, I wanted to make sure I coded it right to be actually playable/readable on moblie devices. Also lowkey so no one can take my title before I do lol
My next upload will be the entire story, I have half of one of the Li stories done and I just need to do the other. Then some spell check and a few little things here and there.
So, what do you think so far? I've been using this as a way to work on my coding and storytelling. I plan to working on more projects like this one in the future as a way to practice.
You don't even have to ask I do plan on still working on Velma. I just need more help on coding it to be honest will you.
Well.. See ya Hello
This is just a test demo tbh, I wanted to make sure I coded it right to be actually playable/readable on moblie devices. Also lowkey so no one can take my title before I do lol
My next upload will be the entire story, I have half of one of the Li stories done and I just need to do the other. Then some spell check and a few little things here and there.
So, what do you think so far? I've been using this as a way to work on my coding and storytelling. I plan to working on more projects like this one in the future as a way to practice.
You don't even have to ask I do plan on still working on Velma. I just need more help on coding it to be honest will you.
Well.. See ya