You start to believe... in your own bullshit

You’re alone sitting on the couch again, wearing your date night outfit with Tanya later, with your head in your hands as you try and grasp the gravity of what it is you’ve done last night. You took most of the day to focus on what you need to do for your date later tonight — buying flowers, prepackaged rose petals, and scented candles; which you’ll set up when you’re back here at the apartment with Tanya — like the girls suggested you should; and it thankfully took your mind off of what you did last night.

Now that you’re idle though, and back on the same couch, the guilt trip is coming back. You change position and rest your back on the couch’s backrest, and start to stare at the ceiling now.

It’s a good thing the girls are still in Stella’s room, preparing for their Girls’ Night Out later. Otherwise, they would definitely think something’s up with how stressed out you are about this development which will only lead to questions — and possibly lying to them. Something you don’t want to do if you could avoid it.

You haven't even told Cassie yet that the trait you bought last night was the ‘Normalized ****’ trait, and only told her that you bought a trait to potentially ‘help’ you with dating your cousin, which isn’t a complete lie. More importantly, you made her promise not to tell Stella yet. You couldn’t even handle the idea that your girlfriend didn’t find **** weird last night, so you definitely don’t want to find out any time soon what your daughter would have to say about it.

You already know what she’s going to think though. You know what the whole world is going to think. People will be fine if you try and date Celeste… your cousin. Your fucking cousin... and not a distant one either!

They’ll probably even be fine if you and Celeste start fucking!

The realization makes you grunt into your hands. It’s a weird physiological release of what you’re feeling. A part of you is guilt-ridden by the idea that you just made the world accept your incestuous fantasies with your cousin as something that’s not weird at all, but actually perfectly acceptable only for you. Another part, the part that was probably thinking for you last night when you let Cassie goad you into impulse buying a trait, is terribly excited at the prospect.

Your stressing out is interrupted by the buzzing of your phone in your pocket. It’s a message from Celeste.

Celeste: Heyyy cuz! Are you free tomorrow night? Pick a restaurant and it’s my treat :P

You: Hey Celeste! I’m free, but you really don’t need to do that.

Celeste: I know I don’t need to. I want to. So block the night off. No more resistance Baby-J. This is a done deal. Consider it a thank you for letting me stay over. ;)

You’ve been stressing out over this the entire day, and one text conversation from Celeste and you’re thinking clearer like never before. Thinking with your dick maybe, but at least your dick clearly knows what it wants... It wants a shot at Celeste.

Maybe that’s the only way not to pull your hair out over this. Hell, you bought the trait because you were thinking with your dick, maybe the only way to accept what you’ve done is to keep thinking with your dick.

So let’s do some dick thinking then.

First of all, you haven’t even done anything yet. So you tell yourself to stop the guilt tripping. So what if you made the world think it’s okay for your cousin to date and/or fuck you? If you don’t do anything about it, it’s like you changed nothing at all.

Second of all, if you do plan to do something about it, then buying the fucking trait was for a fucking reason then.

Lastly, if Celeste does want to fucking bang you after flirting with her, who ends up getting hurt? Society? Your family? How could it, if they accept that it’s perfectly fine?

You start nodding your head, as you start to believe in your own bullshit more and more. All you’ve done is basically buy a chance to flirt with your first crush without anybody being judgy about it. That’s it. No big deal. Right?

“Right! Like I’d believe that bullshit.” You hear Stella say as her bedroom door opens and they make their way to the living room in their Girls Night Out outfits.

“Baby! You’re killing me here!” you shout at Stella as you see her dress.

“I do look killer right?” Stella replies, just deflecting whatever parental concern you have over how short her dress is.

“I am not paying for your drinks tonight!” Cassie shouts, reclaiming Stella’s attention.

“Oh yes you are! You broke a House Rule. You must face the consequences.” Stella calmly replies. “I did not!” Cassie shouts, annoyed that Stella won’t believe her.

“Am I missing something here?” you ask the girls. “Stella thinks when I left her room last night that you and I slept together, and —” Cassie explains to you.

“We did sleep together last night.” You interject to Cassie’s horror.

“AHA! I knew it!” Stella excitedly reacts.

“Mr. Craig! We did not have sex last night!” Cassie shouts.

“Oh~ slept together, not slept together.” You say in realization. Cassie just can’t help but facepalm at your delayed understanding of what she meant.

“Nope! No take backs. You’re paying for drinks!” Stella declares while laughing.

“No! If I’m paying for drinks, we might as well have slept together last night! That’s so unfair!” Cassie reacts in protest. Seeing as Stella’s certainty in her assumption of what happened last night is your fault, you come to Cassie’s rescue and take out one of your credit cards and hand it to Cassie.

“Tonight’s on me. I’m sorry for getting you in trouble Cassie.” you tell them. Stella’s eyes light up at the idea that they have an open tab tonight, and you’re having none of that. “This card has a 200$ spending limit. If I get a call that you went above that limit, you —” pointing to Stella, “— are paying tonight, and that’s a Dad rule.” you warn her.

“Don’t you mean a ‘sugar daddy’ rule?” Stella claps back jokingly, but she nods that she understands that you were serious and that she’ll follow the rule. Cassie gets closer to you to kiss you on the cheek as a thank you and jokingly whispers to your ear, “Has Ms. Tanya texted you yet? If we still have time, we may as well commit the crime we were found guilty of, Mr. Craig.” She suggests seductively.

“Are we back to Mr. Craig now?” you jokingly ask her. “Oh Mr. Craig, you know I only like calling you Daddy in the bedroom.” she answers flirtatiously.

“Oh, yeah. You guys definitely kept it in your pants last night.” Stella says sarcastically.

“I totally believe it.”