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"Huh..." Ethan remembers that day well, after a bit of help, although some minor details in his recollection don't quite match up with Charlie's account.

"You totally were staring at her tits."

That part matches perfectly.

"I was..." Ethan thinks about adding the word 'not', but can't manage the protest. Instead, he offers a small shrug. "I was fourteen! I was staring at tits pretty much every free moment I had!"

"Then what's your excuse for all the staring now?" Charlie teases. "Since you're not fourteen anymore."

Ethan scoffs. Charlie has no way to know how much staring he's been doing lately, or even with whom. Ethan glances past Charlie's shoulder towards the staircase, his mind returning to Ashley. "I don't stare at tits that much." He lies.

"So you admit you do stare."

"When the occasion strikes."

"Uh-huh," Charlie's lips form a weird smile, one that catches Ethan's deeper interest. "And what sorts of occasions are you talking about?"

Ethan hesitates. He knows Ashley is listening in, and knowing he has an audience makes him second-guess his gut instinct on how to answer. Glancing up towards the ceiling, he considers what to say so he can both act natural an-

A finger flicks against his brow, knocking him to attention. "Ah!"

Charlie, who had leaned over on the couch to deliver the strike, pulls her hand away. "Ceiling more interesting than me? I swear this whol-" Charlie pauses, then sniffs.

Ethan pauses, the sudden sniff catching him off guard.

Charlie sniffs again, deeper this time, then leans back towards Ethan, nearly climbing on top of him. "He-Hey!" he protests as the still sniffing woman gives him a once over, before turning her attention to the couch below him. "What're you do-"

"Were you fucking jerking off?" Charlie snaps her eyes up to meet Ethan's, still half on top of him.

"Wha?" Ethan's confusion only gets worse.

"Then what's..." Charlie points to a part of the couch right where Ethan is sitting. "This?"

Ethan looks where she's pointing and feels his heart skip.

A glob of still mostly liquid cum is on the edge of the couch.

A glob he isn't completely sure is his.