Confronting Sabina

hat morning, George opted not to follow Alice when she left to go get cleaned up. Despite how pretty she felt wearing his cum, she knew it would be inappropriate to head to class with her brother’s load splattered across her face.

George watched her go feeling both proud and melancholic, wondering whether such behavior could be normalized without needing him to go to school sporting cum of his own. Still inexperienced with his new abilities, he also wondered whether him choosing to head to the kitchen to prepare a quick breakfast instead of spying on his sister while she showered would undo the normalized behavior. He hoped not.

She joined him as he finished plating their food, giving him a short kiss before taking her usual seat across from him. While they ate, George marvelled at how weirdly familiar it was to eat their breakfast in silence despite everything that had happened. In that quiet moment, everything felt like a dream. Yet, each time he snuck a glance at her, he found Alice smirking back at him, and George was unable to get rid of the image of that smile beaming at him while covered in cum.

“Oh! By the way,” his sister eventually said, breaking the silence, “Mom and Dad should be coming back tonight. I was asked to tell you that your attendance at family dinner tonight is mandatory.”

George groaned into his meal, nervous at the prospect of handling his parents in this strange modified reality. “Where did you say they’d gone too?”

Alice looked at him, confused, “Don’t tell me you forgot about Jill’s Overwatch competition last night. Mom and Dad went to watch the game.”

He nodded along despite still having no idea what she was referring too. “Right. How’d she do?”

“Her team lost in the semis.”

“That’s too bad.” He made a mental note to look into what Alice was referring to later. At the moment, he had more pressing concerns. “Say, how much do Mom and Dad know about us?”

His sister blinked at him. “Everything, obviously.”

“You told them everything?!”

Alice blushed at the accusation, betraying her guilt. “Well, I haven’t told them about this morning; I haven’t had the time. But they know all about our first date.” Her blush spread down her neck. “I was too excited not to tell Mom about it.”

“And they’re okay with it?”

“Why wouldn’t they be?” she countered, “They haven’t exactly been secretive about the fact they want us to explore our sexuality together. Mom was actually quite thrilled we finally took this step as brother and sister.” Her blush faded, replaced by a look of growing concern. “Is everything alright? It’s not like you to ask questions like this.”

Unsure how to respond, George looked meekly towards his meal. “Sorry, I guess I’m still somewhat stuck in my head.”

“You mean Sabina?” she asked.

He nodded, masking one truth behind another. “I have first period with her, and I guess I’m worried about having to confront her.”

“Why would you need to confront her?” his sister argued, pensive. “If she never acknowledged the crotch shot, than it’s like you never sent it. It’s honestly fairly common despite how much it sucks; many think it’s better to maintain plausible deniability than risk making a scene at school. Especially if they weren’t interested in the sender to start with.” Her words made his heart sink. “Besides, isn’t she always sleeping in class?”

“Why would that matter?” he asked, recalling the girl’s soft features as she got away with doing the very thing that got him detention.

“It doesn’t,” Alice shrugged as she stood, her plate empty. “But it does give you an easy way to avoid her. Just don’t wake her up before class starts.”

“I guess…” he mumbled, more to himself than Alice.

“I mean it George. If there’s one thing I know about you, it’s that you often do things without thinking them through. Please don’t let this be one of those instances.”

Unsure what to say, he remained quiet as she cleaned her plate.

“Besides, you have me now,” she told him, walking up behind him and giving him a warm hug. “If you ever feel down, just come find me and we can sneak off to do something naughty. Maybe you could smack my face with your dick for a bit, hmm? Or make some more porn? You seemed to really enjoy that this morning.”

He grew hard at the thought. “I’d like that.”

She pulled back and gave him a large grin. “Good! Now promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid.”

He chuckled, still feeling unsure. He wasn’t used to Alice being this supporting and caring. “Alright,” he told her, slowly growing to love this new, more perverted Alice. “I promise.”

Sabina was already in class when he arrived, fast asleep at her desk as expected. She’d brought a small pillow this time, taking full advantage of the new normalized behavior. It still struck George as brazen despite him knowing that no one saw the behavior as abnormal.

George considered approaching her, but he didn’t want to wake her up. Alice’s words about becoming exclusive echoed in his mind, as did his promise not to confront the sleeping girl. Even so, he had difficulties restraining himself; still finding her angelic and enticing as she slept.

He instead took his seat and waited for class to begin, the rest of his peers shuffling in as the remaining minutes slowly ticked away. He found it hard to avoid staring at Sabina, wondering what had gone through her mind when she received his crotch shot. Had she been disgusted? Excited? Disinterested? George would have done anything for a single reply.

Sabina woke up not long after Mrs. Lopez had started teaching, the girl wiping drool off her chin as she came too. She quickly found her notebook and whispered to her immediate neighbor, likely trying to figure out what she’d missed. He watched her suppress a large yawn and turn to focus on their teacher.

Class continued undisturbed, Mrs. Lopez rambled on and on as she went through the day’s material. George tried to distract himself by focusing on his studies but his eyes kept shifting back to the object of his affection. Not once had she even looked at him since she’d awakened. The more time passed, the more upset he became. Ignoring his text was one thing; ignoring him entirely was even worse. Yet, he continued to stay true to his promise.

Until it happened. Sabina’s hand shot up, signifying she had something to ask their teacher.

“Yes Sabina?” Mrs. Lopez asked, spotting the girl’s raised hand.

“May I be excused to go masturbate?” she inquired. The casualness with which she asked her question still caused George disbelief every time he heard it.

“Please be quick about it,” their teacher said as she turned back to her smartboard, dismissing the girl.

George watched his crush leave the classroom, his eyes glued to the sway of her hips until she vanished beyond the threshold. Memories of their time together the previous day rose up in his mind. He could easily picture her with her pants bunched at her feet, her panties stuffed in her pussy as she masturbated. Would she still be moaning Faker’s if the washroom was empty, or someone else? Did she watch the Overwatch game too? Would she be moaning the winner’s name instead? In his fantasies, he longed to have her moan his.

The unanswered crotch shot refused to leave his mind. Despite what he’d promised Alice and the efforts she’d made to calm his thoughts, he was obsessed with Sabina’s lack of response. Given Alice’s drastic transformation, he had hoped that Sabina would have become similarly perverted, yet she’d given him no indication of the sort besides her public masturbatory sessions.

George knew he could **** the issue by going and masturbating in the washroom, moaning the girl’s name, like he’d done with Alice. She was his sister however, and he had normalized the behavior with that specification in mind. There was nothing differentiating Sabina from any other female classmate. With what he knew of his new abilities, if he moaned Sabina’s name in the restroom, he risked having everyone do the same instead of her specifically moaning his.

He needed to find out why his interest in her wasn’t mutual. Ignoring Alice’s voice in his head, he found his resolve and raised his hand, waiting for his teacher to address him. When she did, he asked a familiar question.

“May I also be excused to go masturbate?”

Mrs. Lopez paid him no heed, dismissing him without issue. George rushed out of the classroom, too focused to catch the glances his various classmates gave him as he left.

One such peer, a kid named Caleb, leaned and whispered to his neighbor. “Say, didn’t George and Sabina go masturbate together yesterday as well?”

The kid he was talking to nodded. “Yeah. I wonder what that’s about. Do you think they're dating?”

“Who knows,” he answered back, “But I hope not! The restroom isn’t really the kind of place I’d go with a girl for a spontaneous hook up.”

As George approached the washrooms, the door opened and a tall brunette wearing a skirt walked out of the men’s room. Her cheeks were flushed and she avoided making eye contact, darting passed him without a word. He watched her go, wondering whether she had anything under her skirt. He doubted it, recalling the behavior he’d normalized.

He dodged the door as it closed, entering the small room. He was surprised to find it empty, having thought that more girls would be using it. He glanced around and noticed that only one stall was occupied, a pair of feminine feet barely visible in the gap underneath the door. Picking an adjacent stall, George locked the door and found a forgotten pair of wet panties hanging off the toilet’s handle. He suspected they belonged to the girl that had just left. George picked them up and sniffed them, enjoying the musky scent that permeated from them.

In the quiet of the washroom, he heard Sabina’s soft groans as she diddled herself. If she knew someone had entered the room following the girl’s departure, she didn’t show it. “Oh, Faker!” she moaned, lost in some sort of fantasy involving the streamer.

The fact that the name wasn’t his was already making him upset.

“Sabina!” he called out, opting to forgo any plan he might have had.

“George?!” she shrieked, her fantasies coming to an abrupt end as he pulled her back to reality. “Did you follow me here again?”

“You know why I’m here,” he told her. “You never responded to my crotch shot.”

“Not so loud!” she hissed, “Someone might hear you!”

“I don’t care.”

“Well, I do!” she replied, “Crotch Shots are supposed to be discrete! It’s not normal to talk about them like this!”

“You think I don’t know that?” he said, failing to stay calm. “I just want to know why you never replied.”

“I think the answer to that is fairly obvious, no?”

“So what, you’re just not interested then?” he asked, heartbroken. “I get we barely know each other, but I’ve been wanting to change that. I thought the talk we had yesterday hinted that you wanted the same thing too! How can you be sure you’re not interested when you barely know me?”

The girl grew quiet. “...I can’t tell you that,” she eventually mumbled.

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.” she declared, adamant about her decision.

Silence befell the pair, neither knowing what else to say. As it stretched, George felt increasingly claustrophobic — the stall too small and the walls seemingly collapsing around him. He was in turmoil, mentally grasping at whatever lifeline he could. Was it something he’d done that had made Sabina lose her interest in him? Was it ever there at all? Or... was it something else?

“Is it my dick then?” he asked when she refused to give him anything, growing increasingly self-conscious. “Is it not big enough for you? I remember the rumors regarding the jocks that had spread before all this began. You were always hanging out with them, so no doubt you know whether they were legitimate or not. Does mine not compare?”

When she maintained her vow of silence, he started getting angry. “Well, which is it? Me or my dick?”

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Bullshit!” he screamed. “Am I just not good enough for you?” Her lack of response just made him angrier. “So that’s it then? Was I ever good enough for you?” Her silence was her only reply. Concluding that he was right, the realization made him see red. “And here I was, genuinely starting to believe that my life was improving for the better, but I guess I’ll always be the same perverted loser.”

George paused, catching his breath and daring her to say something. He imagined her behind the stall, sitting with fingers between her legs, desperately waiting for him to finish his outburst so she could finish. Unbeknownst to him, his visions were spot on.

“Fine,” he declared with finality, his patience having expired. “Ignore me. I don’t need you, I have Alice!”

“Your sister?!”

“Yeah!” he called back, happy to have finally gotten something out of her, “That’s right! I’ve begun dating my sister! And with the way things are shaping up between me and her, I can definitely see it being the start of something good! I don’t need you! Not as long as I have her.”

Sabina started saying something in that moment but George, having made his peace, exitted the stall and left the washroom fuming. He refused to spare another glance at the stall behind him, leaving Sabina to her own devices and returning to class.

Not once had he considered the reality of what had just transpired.

A curious trend started normalizing itself at Griffith High School that day. All across campus, students who were used to sneaking off to masturbate on their own began noticing that they were being followed. In practically all cases, it was by someone who had sent a crotch shot that had gone ignored.

The washrooms of the school became ground zero for shouting matches that proclaimed unrequited love. The accused, hoping to avoid drawing more attention to themselves, remained quiet in their stalls. Those rejected and heartbroken, seeking validation, retaliated by revealing intimate details of their love life — each involving a different immediate relative.

Incestuous secrets long kept hidden were revealed en mass that afternoon. Eavesdroppers hearing the screams from the hallways quickly began spreading rumors of familial love amongst the student base. It soon became the only gossip worth talking about.

“Did you hear? Caleb’s been going on dates with his sister!”

“Do you think Amilia’s miscarriage has to do with the fact she’s been masturbating with her brother?”

“I heard the Misaki twins spy on their father together! That’s wild — I’ve only ever done so by myself!”

For a student base used to keeping their sexual lives private, these claims spread like wildfire.

In his anger to determine why Sabina had rejected him, George had unknowingly normalized the exposure of the one thing he’d intended to keep to himself.