Beautiful minds

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Okay, that went really well. Despite Jurassic World 3, I managed to write this chapter in the last two days. I'm super proud of it, as I gave Sage and Sofia a great introduction to the world. The chapter jumps back and forth between the two a lot, so please tell me if you were able to follow the flow. I wrote it like a movie, so it's obviously clear who it's about. But I hope the difference between the two's rooms is enough to make it clear who they're talking about.

Now, please enjoy...

Chapter 47

"Dad, it tastes fantastic as always."

"Thank you, honey." My father is truly an artist in the kitchen. Mom can't hold a candle to him, and my entire family pounces on the feast presented like starving wolves.

"Would you like some more sauce Sofia?" my mother asks with a warm smile that rivals the light in our living room. The bright colors, wood paneling, ornamental plants in clay pots, and the metallic sheen of my father's pots blend harmoniously with the warm light that surrounds us all as a family. I shake my head and mix a happy and contented laugh into my words.

"Any more and I'll burst," I say, holding my stomach.

"I don't care," my sister exclaims, reaching past me. "You've outdone yourself again, Dad."

"Thanks, Anne," my father says to his firstborn who looks stunning as always, even in her normal evening clothes. "But you know you can still handle a little more. You too, Sofia." He's so good to me and Anne. At 18, there are three years between me and my older sister, and Dad was originally worried that the time gap would be too big and we'd tear each other apart like the tender steak on my plate. Luckily, things turned out differently, and Anne has taken care of me her whole life, as if I had two mothers. With her demanding business job, Mom is often home late, but our parents raised us well, and Anne and I always make sure Mom comes home to a happy, peaceful home where it smells of cooking and she can hardly wait to hear about our day. It's the same today.

"So, Anne?" Mom asks my sister first, like she does every evening. It doesn't bother me, as I'm used to being last in the family. I get the most love, while Anne already takes care of her job and supports the family with her money. It's certainly exhausting for her, but she bears the burden with dignity, and I do my part and am the happy youngest daughter while Anne talks about her day.

Reheated microwave pizza tastes like shit. God, how I hate it. I hate everything. I hate our house, I hate this squeaky, uncomfortable chair, I hate this lamp on the wall that casts this sickly light into the room, I hate the smell of cigarette smoke that mixes with everything, and I hate this fucking shitty pizza.

"What's the matter, Sage?" Mom asks without feelings. Just a dull nubness in her voice, rasp through years of smoking. "My dinner not to your liking?" I recognize the challenge in the voice of the single mom, if you can even call her a mother. I know she's been drinking again and is looking for a reason to blame her shitty life on me. My life sucks too, and I didn't even ask to be squeezed out of her useless cunt. Hank did it right. He ran away when he knew I was growing inside his side piece's body like a parasite. Fucking shit face of a man. "Answer me," Mom demands, and I grab the soggy slice of pizza and stand up.

"I'm going to my room."

"Whatever."

God, how I hate this woman. And I hate my father. And I hate everything. Angrily, I slam the door to my room.

"Shut up!" Mom screams from downstairs, but I ignore her. I almost punch a hole in the thin wall while I ram the plug of my Hitachi into the power outlet. Mom knows I'm masturbating my head off with this thing, and at least she allows me this one luxury in my dirty, drafty, shitty room, decorated with peeling wallpaper and the walls. The ceiling light has been broken for weeks, and Mom has "borrowed" the bedside lamp again. Fuck her. I don't need light. There's nothing in my room I like anyway. At least she doesn't touch my Hiachi anymore. The last time she stole the vibrator from my room for herself, I destroyed half her stuff in return. I can still feel the five slaps on my cheeks today, but I was also able to return three blows.

"I should fucking leave," I murmur as I unbutton my cheap pants and kick them off. I carelessly leave them on my mattress. My panties already smell, but who cares? Tomorrow is laundry day, and I have other worries. "I should burn this shithole down and leave. Let her fucking burn." With that, I turn on the vibrator, and the loud buzzing fills the moldy room as I spread my legs. I should put all this behind me. Fuck this shit. Fuck college. And fuck my friends.

Maybe tomorrow.

Now, I want to cum…

There is something… The taste of the food is fading more and more in my mouth. For a minute or so, I've been feeling this way…

As if I were alone.

"Sofia?" My sister holds my hand, noticing the dip in my mood. "Everything's okay?"

"Yes," I say, nodding vigorously. But there's something... "I think I'm just a little exhausted," I say, waving my hand absentmindedly while trying to figure out why the chemistry of my body changed so drastically in such a short amount of time.

"Did you have a bad day?" my father asks. "You know, you can tell us." Mom, Dad, and Anne nod encouragingly. Oh no... Now it's my turn to tell, something I'm usually so happy about. But today, it fills me with annoyance... "Sofie?" I ignore my father as if he weren't here, not in this room. His voice is muffled, and I push it out of my mind as I try to figure out why I'm suddenly having such dark thoughts. Why do they always want to know how my day was? They're not here. They can't help me anyway. I'm solely responsible, and...

"Actually, I had a great day," I say, clenching my hands into fists. The feeling remains. Loneliness, sadness, fear. And anger. "My best friend, Finn."

"Your new friend, right?" Anne asks, and I have to restrain myself from yelling at her to shut up. What's going on?

"Yes. Finn, Ryan, and Lisa. They're really great and I'm so happy with them." Until they abandon me. Like everyone else. "Finn finally confessed his feelings to Lisa today. They're a couple, and I'm so happy for them." But my voice betrays my true feelings. Let them be happy. That will never work. No! Those aren't my real thoughts!

"That's nice for them," Mom says, smiling warmly at me. But I ignore her look. It's not like she's really done anything for me. "Sofia?"

"I... It's nothing." I stammer and try to focus on the table in front of me. "Let's eat." My family loves me. My father is there for me. My mother takes care of me. My sister takes care of me. I keep telling myself this while the others hesitantly continue eating. Then... "Ah!"

The clinking of the fork falling on the ground echoes loud and ugly through the warm, pleasantly scented room.

"That's enough," my father decides and stands up. "I'll get the book." The book is a thick tome from the New York City Library with every illness, every virus, and every germ known to mankind, a collection of everything that can weaken the body, and my father bought the book from the library so he'd always have something to help his family.

But it's not a virus or germ that's thrown me off track like this, and I love Dad for caring so much... But I don't want his help with this.

"No... No, it's okay, I..." I stammer, almost in panic. It cam suddenly, almost violently.

I'm wet. Down there, I'm so, so wet. And... Horny. God, I'm so fuckinghorny... Wait. Why did I use swear words?

"Sofia, something's wrong," Anne says, trying to take my hand. I bet that's the hand she's fingering herself with.

"No!" I quickly pull my hand away. That's my sister, for fuck's sake! No! I mean... "Ah..." My nether lips twitch violently as if something is being pressed against my labia. I can almost feel it down there, sending vibrating pleasure trough my body as if it's screaming for release.

It's so good.

Quickly, almost panicking, I stand up and press my hands to the table. My eyes are wide and I have to concentrate not to moan. Everything is happening so fast and I feel like I'm being washed away by this feeling of pleasure.

These aren't my feelings. This can't be happening.

Sofia Wilkins and Sage DeSanto +4 (PS -42)

Maybe I really had a bad day? Maybe I'm just stressed? Maybe it's something in my environment that's making me react this way? I know it's not me. I'm happy and fulfilled and I'm helpful and I live in a warm, welcoming family that I love more than anything and...

The twitching in my vagina is getting stronger. It echoes throughout my entire womb, vibrating, and it's almost as if I can hear a faint humming coming from my ears instead of into them. It feels so good...

The desire. So strong. The anger, the sadness, the fear too. I can feel them. But the burning desire to smother everything else with physical pleasure is almost crushing me.

These are all my feelings. They are my thoughts. I recognize how it feels, and even though I haven't felt these terrible things for a long time... Or maybe that's exactly why...

I'm scared.

"May I be excused from the table?" I ask, my voice brittle, my gaze searing.

"Sofia? Are you all right?"

"Yes," I lie, wishing my sister would shut her damn mouth. "I'm just tired and... besides myself." Yes, I decide. I'm just beside myself. This isn't me, and some sleep will surely do me good. Dad, of course, allows me to get up, and I hastily leave the room and storm into my own.

But sleep is out of the question. Warm, bright, and tidy, I'm annoyed by the abundance I see here. So many beautiful memories, pictures of trips, family, beautiful moments. Empty. I feel nothing. It's as if I don't like my family.

"No," I blink and throw myself onto the bed. "I'm happy. I'm fulfilled." I roll over onto my back, groaning angrily. I'm happy... I'm... But it doesn't help. No matter how hard I try to suppress the feelings, the vibration between my legs is still there, the urge to be touched. Penetrated. Pleasured.

I want to be stuffed out with cock. Fuck, I want that shit so much!

I'm not strong. I've had to fight so little in my life, and that's a good thing. But because I've had to fight so little, I admire people like Finn so much, who go their own way, against all odds, fighting and losing so many battles, and yet still maintaining their humanity. Of course, I see darkness in him, sometimes, and often it's justified. The way he held Lisa as if she belonged to him, only to him, finally, that moved me deeply.

But I can't think of anything nice right now. My thoughts revolve too much around dark deeds and my cunt... My vagina throbs and screams for attention.

One finger should be enough. That's what I always do when I get hot and need some relaxation. Maybe once or twice a month, I lie down on my bed and stare at the shining stars on my ceiling while I fondle myself. I don't have much experience, but that doesn't bother me, and as I kick off my pants, I don't care that I'm not usually so disorganized. I need to come.

"Ooooh..." I've rarely been this wet, and the urge to come fills my entire body. A pleasant, relaxed orgasm will surely help me... "Fuck, relax." That's two fingers, and I skip the foreplay entirely. My clitoris is already swollen and twitching with delight at my touch under it's tiny hood. Gently and slowly, I stroke between my labia. My body feels so good and... "Fucking shit!"

I need more. I quickly sit up and stagger across the room. It's as if my fingers are still touching me, exactly where my clitoris needs it most, even if I don't know the place for sure. Without thinking I look around my room. I need something to... Fuck yes you dirty little fucker. I grab my yellow hairbrush with the wooden handle. I need it fast and hard.

"I need a dick inside of me... Oh God no..." But my prayers aren't answered. My lord and savior doesn't listen this evening. Instead, it's the devil who guides me as my knees dig into the bed. I kneel like a dog, my head burning with shame as I spread my legs. Please don't make him look, oh God. Please forgive me. "Oooohohoho... yessss..." The brush helps. I'm so embarrassed by all this. Half naked, with pink panties with the blue bow on one of my legs, my pants ignored on the floor, and both hands on the brush, I press my upper body into my pillow, line the handle up with my dirty little cunt... and start pumping. I don't know what I'm doing, but it feels so fucking good that my teeth are biting into my pillow.

"Yesh... Yefffhaaaa... Ffffuhinnnaaah!"

Something is wrong here, I know, while I fuck myself like a slut.

Something is wrong here, I know, while I trust my hips in the air like a slut. The Hitachi hums happily and makes my whole body vibrate...

But it feels hollow.

"Fffffuckinnnnn shiiiit... Come on you fucking piece of... Ha... Come on!" I push forward, toward the wand. My wet labia wrap around the Hitachi, and my juice runs in small lines over the white, vibrating plastic ball.

But it's in vain. Something like this has never happened to me before. Normally, orgasms are the only thing that can tear me away from this fucked-up world I live in. The harder, the better. The dirtier, the easier it is for me to block out the blaring music from my mother's room. What's her fucker's name right now? She changes them more often than I change my sheets. Which isn't a good sign of exemplary behavior for either of us.

"Fuck!" One of my hands slides down from the Hitachi between my ass cheeks. "Yes. That's the spot. Pump it. Pump my ass, you fucker." On my wall hangs a poster of that boy band from North Korea or wherever they're from. I don't care. But I like imagining myself dominating these four losers and their little dongs. A little control in my life, but I don't want to think about that. "I want to come!" I demand while spitting in my hand and pushing a finger into my asshole. "Fucking make me come, you fuckers!"

But it doesn't work. Minute after minute, I fuck the Hitachi, then I throw it into the corner with an angry scream. One finger in my ass becomes two, and three more while the other hand pumps into my pussy. Fuck, sex feels so good. Why does it feel like all my sexual energy is being drained now? I don't want to lay in this fucking bed in this fucking house with this fucking woman and...

She gave her best for you, Sage.

I'll stop everything I'm doing.

"What... the actual... fuck?" But those were my thoughts. Her husband abandoned her, and she tried to be a good mother to you. Remember your first day of elementary school? You didn't want her to leave. Because you love her. And she hugged you and told you that when you came home...

But that's not true. I remember it clearly. Another mother brought me home, and mom, fucking bitch, wasn't home.

Right?

"Fuck, I don't care." I start fingerbanging myself again. I imagine these four hot-looking Asian losers kneeling around me, rubbing themselves for me. All for me, because I'm their sexy goddess! That's right! Rub your tiny dicks for me because I'm the goddess and you're my bitches!

'Is this really what you want, Sage?' As my two fingers pump into my ass and half my body pushes itself into the air, the four boy band suckers disappear from my mind. Someone is throwing them out with incredible power and a determination that scares me.

What? My thoughts falter like the time this S.W.A.T. team stormed our house because of mom and the ****. My desire almost dies, and I let my body sink into the bed while my mind of filled with someone else than those boy band losers.

"What the fuck?" But even my words aren't enough to silence my own thoughts.

'Is it power you want? I don't think so.' There's a shadowy figure in my mind. I don't see it, but I know it's there. It feels like one of the memories of my mother is trying to surface. But my mother is a weak whore, and I am a strong goddess.

'You know you're tired of fighting.' But unlike my mother, I can't push that thought away.

And I hate it.

I start running a finger fast and hard through my snatch. I need the stimulation. Because these thoughts...

I've had them ever since I was **** to work with Finn. He's so weak it's almost comical. A victim like me, I know, but he thinks he'll achieve something in life if he gives people like Sofia a chance. Pah! Weak people don't deserve their happiness. People who didn't have to fight to achieve it don't deserve it! I deserve it!

'So that's what you're telling yourself? That you deserve it and the rest of us don't?'

"No... Fuck no..." I want to put three fingers in my hole right now. I want to feel filled. I want an orgasm so hard I can't think.

'And you admire me?'

No! My thoughts scream at my thoughts. Too much suppressed pain, I know. But what am I supposed to do? My mom doesn't help me, can't. But I'm going under if I allow this weakness.

And that's why I imagine this figure kneeling over me now, his cock in his hand. Ever since I met Finn, this figure has been like a fucking tumor in my head. He controls me like a parasite. The four boy band losers don't have the strength for that...

'But I have the strength. God bless you, Sage, you're so strong.'

Shut up, you fucking piece of shit! Shut up and let me think of sex?

'But sex isn't what you want. Look. You don't imagine being fucked by me like the piece of meat you are. And that scares you.'

Shut! Up!

'A piece of meat knows what it's for in the world. But you don't know what to do with me. Heh. A man, you know I'm a man. And a man has a cock you can fuck. So why don't you do it, meat? Why don't you fuck me?' I hate it. I hate this fucking thing that won't lock away and makes me think of everything I want to suppress.

I hate you fou fucker! You piece of shit! You dirty little... meanie... What? You fucking piece of... mean... things... You so mean and worthless and I... I can't cum...

"Nohohohowwwww..." I howl in agony. But it doesn't help. I can't cum. Neither with the thought of my four boys, nor with this dark, strong figure.

Because I want him to fuck me. That's true.

But I also want so much more.

'Come here,' I let the figure speak. 'Come in my arms and let me hold you.' And I obey. I fucking obey. 'There there. You've fought so hard. Rest now. I'm holding you. I'm staying with you. I won't leave you.'

"Please..." I don't want to be weak. I don't want to think about what a disgusting life I have

And I don't want to think about how much I long to be held.

But it doesn't help.

I want this life. I want to be peaceful. I want to be healthy. I want to be warm.

And I want to be happy.

'Now you've admitted it,' says the figure that has lived rent-free in my head since I met Finn. 'Like Sofia.' And I **** myself with these thoughts almost daily. This fucking laughable, hypocritical slut! Thinks she's happy and...

'Don't think that, Sage, honey. Come here...'

No, I think. Please don't do this to me. And honestly, it's ****. Mind ****.

'But can you call it that if you do it yourself? Can you call it that if you secretly desire it? Can you call it **** if you want nothing more than to give up control and be held in my arms?' And the dim, dark figure that possesses my head is right. 'Such a good girl. That's Sofia.' And this time, I don't fight it. 'She's a good girl, and look at everything she's got. She has friends. She has Lisa. And she has Ryan and…’

No, Sir, please…

‘You don’t want to think about your friends?’ asks the mind parasite. ‘I can understand that. You’re afraid of losing them.’ And this time he doesn’t ask any questions. This time I don’t ask myself any questions. Because I created the man in my head. And he speaks the truth. ‘You think they’ll leave you if you show yourself **** like Sofia. You think you just have to keep being such a bitch, the opposite of Sofia, and then they won’t get close enough to hurt once they leave.’

“Yes…” I moan. “God yes… please…” My fingers work again. And this time I know I’m going to come.

“Yes…” I moan. “God yes… please…” I pump the hairbrush into my ass now. I'm such a dirty little slut. It hurts a little. And I’m so incredibly embarrassed.

And it’s so incredibly good.

Not the feeling itself, that's disgusting and beneath me.

But I can let go. Here, completely naked in my room, on the floor on all fours, with the hairbrush in my ass, I feel so, so free.

God, I love my family. But I don't want to think about that with a finger-width piece of wood two inches up my little butt. And I love my life. I have such a good life.

But now I'm free.

I'm acting like Sage. Like a slut.

I know it is mean to think like that, but the thoughts are mine and real. And I don't mean any harm to my new "friend." She was so mean to Finn, so dismissive. Yes, she was kind too. But we all saw it.

Finn took such good care of her. He was so strong and caring. I admire him. I want him to...

"Nnn-hn-hn-no!" I can't think about that. He has a girlfriend! He and Lisa are so happy! And it's immoral!

But I don't stop masturbating. Like a slut, I keep fucking myself, dirty words in my mind while I do dirty things to my body. I feel so alone and helpless, so angry and scared...

And there's this boy I can think about. He's sweet and kind, and as I feel the handle of my brush in my ass, I think of him, of Finn, and ignore my guilt. He's so gentle with Lisa, so understanding. With him, I can be weak. I can trust him.

My thoughts revolve around Finn, and in my shame, I imagine that he's the one masturbating me in my forbidden hole. I'm so embarrassed by all this. I've never behaved so brusquely and selfishly, and I'm terrified that he would leave me, end our friendship, if he found out what I did today. An evil spirit has taken possession of me and is forcing me to do and think these horrible things. I don't want to lose him as a friend!

But these thoughts are also my own. I know that something is slumbering inside me, and this evil spirit is bringing these terrible things to the surface.

_He will tell me when I'm behaving wrongly, _I'll calm down. He's patient and understands me.

Finn understands me.

And that's what calms me down. Whether it's sex or not. Of course, nothing will happen with him. Of course, he'll continue to be just my friend. Of course...

And if I misbehave, he'll put me over his knee, pull down my pants, and spank my ass until my skin glows red.

"Oh dear God. Something's wrong..."

"Fucking hell. Something's wrong..."

_Finn _understands me? Where does this fucking thought come from? What fucking nonsense!

And my fucking body! It doesn't obey me!

No matter what I do, my body doesn't respond to my fingers. And so...

"Fucking shit..."

So I start stroking myself. Almost gently. I could puke!

But fuck, it helps.

"Oh... ah... oh..." I sound so foreign as I let my hands glide slowly and tenderly over my body. My nipples perk up beneath my palms, and I imagine soft, tender lips caressing me.

'I'm here,' I hear Finnsay. Finn! Finn of all people! What a soft, weak, lousy, dumb... meanie! I mean f... fu... This big, bad... 'Don't fight it,' he whispers in my ear while he caresses me gently, holding me, comforting me.

These aren't my thoughts! That's not me!

And yet I sigh like a princess as I imagine cuddling with him in a warm, soft bed.

He is here for me. He won't leave me.

Yes. These are my thoughts. Not those of the nebulous figure. That's me. My deepest desires.

I'm going crazy. This has to be it. This is the only thing it can be. I've spent too long trying to suppress myself, to survive in this dark world, and now I'm going crazy because of it.

'Come here and let me kiss you.'

And I don't care.

"No," I moan while my fingers glide carefully through my folds. "Hmmmmah... please stay and hold me... please..."

Is this what I want? That someone would stay? With me? No matter how I behave?

'Would that be so bad?' The dark figure has disappeared. The four boy losers too. There's Finn, above me, me beneath him, trapped, not free, and so, so liberated. 'If I stayed with you?'

"No-ho-ho!" It's a mixture of moaning and whimpering as my body races toward a climax that scares me, but I can hardly wait for it.

But it's true. Everything that's been going around in my head is true.

He'll tell me if I'm wrong, I thought. He's patient and understands me, I told myself. And then... He understands me.

"Yes! Yes! Finn!" He'll stay with me! He's a good person! He'll stay with me!

No matter what a scared and weak girl I am...

He's the one I can trust.

And with this thought, I come, whimpering and struggling helplessly, my fingers gently stroking my clitoris, in an unusually tender but intense orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! Finn!" He'll stay with me! He's a good person! He'll stay with me!

No matter what a broken and bitchy slut I am...

He's the one I can trust.

And with that thought, I come, screaming and bucking like a bitch in heat, my fingers tightly wrapped around the pumping brush in my puckered asshole, in an unusually dirty but intense orgasm.

"Fuck… Fuck…" I cough and stand on wobbly legs in my dirty room.

"Oh boy… oh boy…" I cough and stand on wobbly legs in my tidy room. "That was…" That was incredible. Liberating. Terrifying.

And so, so wrong.

"That was…" That was incredible. Liberating. Terrifying.

And so, so wrong.

I quickly look around. Mom, of course, hasn't noticed me, and if she has, then maybe it even helped her current stud to shoot his load into her dried-up excuse of a cunt.

Yes. It's me again. Maybe I just needed a clear head. Now I'm me again and…

I need to talk to somebody.

"I need to talk to somebody." And my words are heard.

"Sofia?" Anne knocks gently on my door, but I jump like when the S.W.A.T. commando...

"What the..." I shake my head and quickly look around my room. "Oh god..." The hairbrush, a sign of my perversion, is still deep between my clenched cheeks. My clothes lie crumpled and messy on the floor. I'm completely naked and...

Is that... Have I... peed on the carpet? No, that's... vaginal secretions. I'd read about that, but I didn't know I could be capable of something like that. Oh god no. What's happening to me?

"Sofia?" Another knock, urgent. "Is everything okay? We heard you scream?" Anne is such a good sister. I can talk to her about anything.

"Everything's okay, sister!" I shout through the closed door. "I just stubbed my foot!" But not about this. I don't even understand it myself. How else can I explain that I'm standing naked in a puddle of girly secretions with a hairbrush up my bum? "Ah!" With that, I pull the handle out and throw the brush disgustedly into a corner. "Thanks for asking. I'm fine."

And then I ignore my sister and throw myself onto my bed. My sweaty body soils the bedsheets with my shame, and with my face buried in the pillow, this time not biting with pleasure but whimpering with shame, I consider what I can do.

Looking at my dirty, cracked, bare concrete ceiling, I consider what I can do.

And of course, I think of him. Otherwise, I suppress the thought of him. He's just so soft and supportive, and even though I had a damn good, freaky orgasm thinking about Finn...

Should I really get in touch with a guy from my new group of "friends"? Is it worth the risk? Not getting hurt. Guys like that can't hurt me. But if I'm already having the most intense, gently quivering orgasm of my life because of Finn, then I can also think about whether I really want to subject these boys to taking care of me, as I apparently so desperately want.

At least Finn managed to ride me through this crazy orgasm... so...

But before I can further consider whether Finn, Ryan, and... blah... Sofia are really my friends, I've already picked up the phone and called the guy in my group of friends who I think can best help me with my problems of Mind.

And Body.

Before I can further blame myself for not telling my family, I take refuge in the certainty that I have friends. My first thought is that they might be annoyed with me. This is the first time I've turned to them with a selfish problem. But no. As crazy and scary as that orgasm was, I know I can rely on them.

On him… On Finn… Finn, who I'm sure I need. Finn, who I'm sure can help me. Finn, who has a girlfriend. Lisa. Lisa, whom I respect as a friend and a woman.

The solution is obvious. Sage might be someone who doesn't respect these boundaries. Sage is a… But no. I don't want to speak ill of Sage, even though I know she'd turn to Finn. I can't. I respect him too much to admit that I masturbated with him and now I want his help so I don't go crazy.

So I call the number where I know I'll get help.

"Sofia?" Ryan picks up immediately, even if it's already late. "Hey, girl. What's up?"

Oh, nothing much. I just think I'm going crazy. I'm acting like Sage, like a lusty slut, and thinking dark thoughts while I'm horny. I also stuck a hairbrush up my ass and had a squirting orgasm with your best friend Finn in my dirty mind. Now I need your help because I'm developing the hots for Finn and want to find a solution without losing him as a trusted friend. At the same time, I also want to jump his bones and fuck him hard, you know what I mean?

"Sofia?"

"Oh yes! Hey Ryan!" I shake my head. "I'm sorry, but, like, can we talk?" I haven't known my other best friend for long too, but I know it's very unusual for him to hesitate even a quarter of a second before offering me help. An icy shiver runs down my spine, and it's as if the strange thoughts are back in my head.

I can't go with Finn like this. Please, Ryan, help me not to lose what I've grown so fond of!

"Of course girl," he finally says with his trademark carefree laugh. Then I can almost hear him scratching the back of his head helplessly. "Do you just want company or to talk about something specific?"

"Company would be perfect," I answer with relief, and my stomach twists slightly guiltily as I think that Finn isn't the only one who knows what goes on in the minds of girls like me. How could I possibly explain it to him? "Just a bit of talking would help wonders, you know?"

"Listen, Sofia... eh... I really like talking to you... but..." My mouth goes dry when I hear his chuckle. "But I have Sage on the other line and..."

"Oh..."

"She called a minute before you and she also has a problem." The thoughts in my head are screaming so loudly they could be two people, fearing to lose something.

Please don't end the call! I need you or I must talk to... him...

"Good news is that Sage also just wants to have some good company. Soooo..." He chucks like a mean boy and I kind of like it. “Care to make it a threesome?”

My relieved laugh is answer enough.

Message from the author:

Okay.

Obvious news first. Sofia has a sister! Several things about that.

First, I found out that Emma Myers has a sister in real life: Isabel Myers. I didn't know that, and it surprised me. How did I let that opportunity slip through my fingers? Two real-life sisters—that gives me ideas right away. But I need a big sister for Sofia, and even though it doesn't seem like it at first in some of the photos I saw, Isabel is younger than Emma. And in the story, Sofia is 18. So, missed opportunity?

Well, not entirely. Wait! Here me out! At first, I toyed with the idea of ​​making Sofia's little sister underage and just treating her as a cute innocent but sometimes bratty 16-year-old. I tend to write romantic stories and always wanted to include some sort of daughter stand-in, but then decided against it because of Tammy and if we have Tammy and the sex with her, I felt not entirely comfortable with that.

So, I had to find someone else for the role of the big sister, and then I came across Ella Freya. She apparently did something with Resident Evil, played a role or provided a voice or something. I'm more of a dinosaur fan, if I haven't mentioned that yet. Although the new D-Rex is just as abnormal a monstrosity as those things from Resident Evil.

Anyways.

I have no idea what Sofia's big sister could be. Neither from the path, nor her origin, nor her personality. Caring big sister is everything it says on her character sheet. Ella Freya because she is nose-bleeding cute, has an e-girl side, had a few photo shoots with her pants down and in a maid outfit (best Idea for her so far) and, most importantly, has cute short hair like Sofia/Emma Myers. One thing is certain: I have lots of photos of Ella Freya, she's sexy, and I definitely want to include her. I'm keeping her open just in case; I can even live with not including her in the story any further. And I'm keeping my options open for Sofia to have a little sister who's just a few days/weeks younger than her. So she's still 18 in the story. Duh. To keep a spot open for Isabel Myers. The Wilkins family seems like the right place for three happy sisters.

In stark contrast to the DeSanto family. God, I'm proud of Sage and her backstory, even if a little disgusted that she's had such a shitty life. Finn will have a lot to do to get her out of this.

My big question is for you. About her mother. Her character is only two days old, and I love the careless way I wrote her. She's broken and angry at the world and has implanted the same virus in Sage. Both women suffer from this, and I wanted to present Sofia as a shining counterpart. But as for Sage's mother, I have no idea what kind of character she is.

She could be a nice woman at heart, similar to Sage. Sage remembers the good times, and if you agree, then it was like that back in school, too, and her mom tried her best but failed. But she's basically a good person, and I could imagine a nice, hugging (maybe fucking?) ending for Sage and her mother.

Or she's a nasty bitch who hates her daughter for stealing her youth or something. Then, of course, a bad ending for this villain in Sage's life would be fitting.

Or we're content, like gentlemen, with simply separating Sage from her mother and letting her burn down her life alone while focussing on Sage (and with that Sofia).

What do you think? Save Sage's mother, punish her, or ignore her?

https://strawpoll.com/e7ZJaPm85g3

I'll leave the poll with the perks up for a while, but it looks pretty interesting so far. :)

And what do you think about Ryan? I really tried hard to make you believe that Sage and Sofia would call Finn and confess their feelings to him. But I'm not making it that easy for you! Besides, it must be pretty confusing for the two of them to suddenly sense each other's feelings. We'll see how Ryan handles it. He's single, after all, and there are two confused girls who actually adore Finn, but he has a girlfriend... Poor Ryan. ;)

I'm going to check on my Apatosaurs now and make sure this sweet little (well... giant) pair has babies. Fingers crossed that I can create a suitable nest with the Creation Editor. Otherwise, I'll just use the standard design.

Fly safe, folks, and have a great weekend.