Screw Amy

Matt shook his head. "We don't need Amy. We've got better looking girls lining up to do the streaming. Her mom isn't going to pay me to be her boyfriend so there's no benefit there. And I have you and mom to relieve the pressure whenever I need it so I don't even need her as a cum-dump."

Karen looked at him strangely... almost as if she was seeing someone else where her brother was supposed to be. "Interesting."

"What?"

"I had this notion that you had this social feeling called empathy. It means you can put yourself in someone else's position. A weird thing I've learned from mom's true-crime podcasts is that serial killers just don't have it. They think of other people as pawns to be played with rather than as individuals with feelings."

"What are you trying to say?"

She shook her head. "I'm going to assume that you're being an oblivious jerk just because you're confused and messed up. I'm heading out."

"How about a blowjob before you go."

She glared at him for a minute. "How about no."

This is a bad ending. I suggest you go back and pick another option.