5 days later

It had been 5 days since I was surprised by Loona. I avoided her as much as I could, which was fortunately relatively easy. Loona was studying business administration (BWL) and spent most of her daytime at the university. In the evenings, she usually met with friends or went to parties. On the other hand, I was at school during the day, and the rest of the time, I spent in my room. The weekend had been the hardest, but since our family rarely had meals together, that also surprisingly went well. Since the incident, I felt like a different person. I felt detached, as if I were watching myself in a movie. At school, I managed to act normally, which wasn't particularly difficult. Here, I had enough distractions, and Loona didn't pose any threat. Most of the time, I was alone. At that time, I didn't have many friends. My best friend, whom I had known since childhood, had moved to another city with his family at the beginning of the year. We stayed in regular contact, mainly online, as we played League of Legends together. However, for the past 5 days, I couldn't bring myself to do that. My thoughts revolved around Loona. When I heard her coming home in the evenings, I anxiously waited for her to burst into my room. During the day, I fantasized about confronting her, snatching her phone from her, deleting the videos and photos, and messaging her. However, most of the time, my thoughts veered toward scenarios in which she entered my room, humiliated me, laughed at me, and **** me to clean the apartment naked, kiss her feet, or her mouth. Somehow, my mental excursions always ended with us having sex. Even though I still found it unrealistic. Why on earth would she get involved with me? I was her stepbrother and not particularly attractive.

I looked at myself in the mirror in my room. A young man stared back at me. I was 184 cm tall, slender, wiry, with short brown hair on my head that often looked tousled. I wore round black glasses and had blue-gray eyes. I actually liked my eyes. Since I was a child, I had been teased at school for looking like Harry Potter. Pointing out that Harry actually had green eyes didn't change anything. To make matters worse, Daniel Radcliffe had blue eyes, and Harry had blue eyes in the movies because the idiot was allergic to green contact lenses, which unfortunately increased the resemblance between us. Most people remembered the Harry from the movies more than the one from the books. I had gotten used to the nickname Potter, and fortunately, it became boring after a while. However, to my dismay, the popularity of the books persisted in later years. Loona had green eyes. Her eyes were perfect.

I heard the key in the apartment door and froze. My heart raced, and I got a lump in my throat. Swallowing was difficult, and my blood began to rush in my ears. Lately, Loona had been using the second entrance to our apartment. To reach it, you had to go through the side wing and then to the 4th floor. I swallowed hard. Would she come into my room today, just as she did back then? As a precaution, I had done everything she had "asked" of me for those 5 days. I had kept our part of the apartment clean, gone shopping, and cleaned the bathroom, even though it should have been her turn. However, I hadn't sent her the list of my fantasies and fetishes. It still remained as a Word document on my PC. I had worked on it for a long time, but when the time came to send it to her, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I had spent at least 20 minutes a day in front of my PC, staring at the "Send" button in my email program.

I heard her voice; she seemed to be on the phone with someone. I tried to relax a little. It probably meant that she wouldn't barge into my room immediately. My hands started to sweat, and my penis stirred again. After staring at my room door for 10 minutes like a rabbit watching a snake, I managed to shift my gaze from the door to my PC. Damn it, I had to pull myself together. I opened Discord and joined our gaming channel. Timo was already online, playing a round of League of Legends.

"Where have you been these past few days, man? I thought something had happened to you," I heard his voice through my headset.

"I missed you too. How's your round going?" I asked.

"Terrible, man. Our healer is crap, and the guy on the bottom lane keeps feeding all the time. I could lose it, man," Timo complained.

"You always complain if I'm not your healer. I'll join the next round, so stop whining."

"Easy for you to say. You don't have to play with these brain-dead idiots. But seriously, where have you been these last days?"

"I had a lot of schoolwork, and, well, I had to do more household chores and spend time with the family," I lied. The lie came easy, but I doubted Timo would fall for it. He knew how well I was doing in school.

"You probably mean you were spying on your hot new roommate. Too bad I don't live near you anymore. I'd be at your place 24/7 trying to get with your new sister," Timo joked and laughed, which was abruptly interrupted by a wild curse and a rant about his terrible healer. I rolled my eyes, even though I was glad Timo was distracted. Unlike me, Timo had always been good with girls and had had several girlfriends. At the moment, he was single again after his girlfriend had found out about his multiple affairs. It didn't seem to bother him much.

My phone vibrated, and I took it out of my pocket. A message appeared on the lock screen. It was from Loona:

Kitchen, coffee, talk?

My mouth went dry, and I ran my tongue over my dry lips. The moment of truth had apparently arrived. I stared intently at my phone.

"John, hello, are you listening to me?" Timo sounded impatient. "Are you coming online now to help me out or what? My round is about to end."

My phone vibrated again with another message.

Now, John, we need to talk!

"I'm sorry, I can't make it. Another time, I promise."

"Why now? What's going on? What do you have to do? Don't leave me hanging!"

"Later, my father needs something from me."

"Don't tell me nonsense; your father is never home at this time. Besides..." I closed Discord and cut Timo off mid-sentence. My hands started sweating again. I typed in response to her last message:

On my way.