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"I was... Jerking off, yeah," Ethan lies, offering a weak shrug. "Sorry?"

Charlie, still frowning, slowly blinks. "And you decided to nut rather than answer the door?"

"Yes." Ethan lied, following along with Charlie's understanding.

Sighing, Charlie glances down at the glob. "And you just came on your Grandma's couch?"

"Ah, I thought I got it all..." Ethan, for the first time, realizes he did, in fact, get cum on his Grandma's couch. Or at least somebody did. Pulling himself up, he makes for the kitchen to get some wet wipes, returning to try and clean up the hardening spot.

Watching him, Charlie snorts. "So," her tone is sharp, but conversational. "Who were you thinking about?"

Ethan stops, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I wasn't thinking about anybody..." He knows he needs to keep Ashley's name far from this topic, despite the fact she was, one way or another, behind the cum.

"Hmm," Charlie looks around, her eyes betraying her skepticism. "Phone porn then?"

"Uh, yeah." Ethan shrugs, suddenly wondering where the hell is phone got to. Glancing around, he doesn't see it, and suddenly starts to get worried.

"What were you watching?"

"P-Porn?" Ethan looks around, his phone definitely not in the living room. Thinking back, he thinks he knows where it is: his bedroom. The last time he recalled having it was when he was upstairs getting clothes.

"What kind of porn, numb-nuts."