Angie’s insta goes ballistic

You wake up late again today, rolling out of bed sometime around 11:30. Carol is gone again, slaving away at her factory job. You sit down at the table in the kitchen, starting your day with a heaping bowl of corn flakes. Angie walks into the room while you eat, to your surprise sitting down next to you and pulling out her phone.

“David, look at this,” she says, sliding her phone over to you. Her phone is buzzing repeatedly, notifications fill up her home screen.

“What am I looking at?” You ask.

“My instagram. I gained over ten thousand follower last night,” she says in a serious voice.

“Holy shit. How many did you have before?” You say through a mouthful of cereal.

“Like six hundred. I’m like, going viral as we speak,” she says looking up at you.

“Ok, great,” you say. “Why are you showing me this? Are you bragging about gaining a bunch of gooner followers?”

“David, have you ever wanted to be an influencer? Like the type of person that gets paid to just like, post about their day to day life?”

“Not really. Why would I want to do everything with like, a thousand people watching me?”

“Well, I do. Imagine, a thousand people fan girling over everything you do, people asking your opinion on things when they happen, Vanessa’s friend has over a hundred thousand followers on instagram and guess who slid in her dms and flew her out?”

“Who?”

“The drummer from geese.”

“Am I supposed to know who geese is?”

“YES oh my god, they were on Saturday Night Live you dinosaur.”

“I’m a dinosaur cuz I don’t know every gay little band on Saturday Night Live?”

“Yes you are.”

“Ok. So what, you want me to throatfuck you on stream again? That was supposed to humiliate you, you know.”

“David, it’s my life’s dream to be famous. I will grovel, beg, and humiliate myself if it gets me there.” You continue eating your cereal while her eyes plead at you.

“So?” She says quickly.

“So what?” You say nonchalantly without looking up from your bowl.

“Are you gonna help me or not?!” She asks breathlessly. You take another bite of your cereal to ponder it over.

“Pass,” you say before returning to your breakfast.

“Pass??? What do you mean pass???” She chides.

“I mean I pass. I’m good.”

Angie raises her hands in frustration, clicking her fingernails together to calm herself. “Lemme get this straight,” she says with a frustrated look on her face. “You, the guy who facefucks me FOR FUN, TO **** ME, are declining my offer to LET YOU VIOLATE MY HOLE in exchange for making me instagram famous?!”

“What’s in it for me?” You ask as you slurp the milk out of your cereal bowl.

“I’ll bring Vanessa over. I’ll let you **** her, facefuck her, fill her stomach up with cum.”

“Vanessa huh. She does have a pretty nice rack. What about your other friends?” You inquire.

“Any of them. I’ll get them in my room and lock the door, knock like this and I’ll let you in so you can have your way with them.” She taps a distinct rhythm on the table.

“Any of them? Show me.” Angie goes to her home page and scrolls through her posts.

“What about her? This is Hannah,” she says, pointing at a picture of her smiling at the beach with one of her friends. Angie’s dressed in a skimpy white bikini top with denim shorts and her arm around her friend. Her friend Hannah is a stocky brunette, only a couple inches taller than your five foot zero stepsister. Her big sunglasses cover a good chunk of her face, although her low-cut bikini leaves very little up to the imagination. Shes built a good bit thicker than your sister, her sides bulge a tiny bit around the waist line of her shorts.

“Hmm, pretty, but I wanna see more. Who else can I have?”

“This is Nephie and Iyo,” she says, pulling up a picture of her laughing in a huddle with two of her friends. They’re obviously intoxicated, smiling wider than any person really needs to. “Nephie’s a lesbian,” she adds with a mischievous smile. The goth girl on the left, who you presume is ‘Nephie,’ has both her arms wrapped around Angie’s waist. The laces on her Victorian, steampunk-inspired dress pull it tight around her skinny waist, pushing her fat ass titties practically up to her chin, Pale as snow, her eyes and lips are accentuated with raven black lipstick and makeup. You imagine digging your fingers into Nephie’s jet black shag cut hair for a second before moving to the other one.

“This is Iyo?” You say, pointing at the Asian girl being hugged by Angie.

She nods her head yes. “Yeah, that’s her. She’s Japanese,” she adds with a twinkle in her eye. Iyo has a similar build to Angie, short, petite, and so skinny you might miss her if you’re not looking carefully. Her cute anime crop top is hiked all the way up to her underboob, she’s a bit more blessed in that department than Angie but not by much.

“Any others?” You ask. Angie pulls away her phone and starts quickly tapping at the screen.

“Ok ok I got one more for you. This is Evie.” Angie passes you her phone, her screen shows Evie’s instagram profile. A wild, outdoorsy type, most of Evie’s pictures are of her hiking in almost scandalous outfits that show off her tight boobs and athletic butt. Her platinum blonde hair is usually

“Hmmm... What about this one?” Angie says, sliding her phone over to you. You scroll through a couple of her pictures.

“Who is this?” you ask.

“This is Katie. She’s the head of the youth group at St Agnes,” Angie says plainly. “And,” she adds in a sultry tone of voice. “Shes saving herself for marriage.”

You lean closer to look at her picture. Her dirty blonde hair, long and curly, is so tawny she’s almost a ginger. She wears mildly baggy clothing in her pictures, no doubt her parents trying to shelter her from men with loose morals, but her body is curvy enough it doesn’t matter. Her ass is so fat you can almost see it from the front, stretching her long black skirts to the seams.

“So??? Will you help me???” She begs. You put your hand on your chin and think.