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She smiled meekly. “H-Hi, Alex.”\n\t“Hey, Ana.” Vik replied flatly.\n\tI smiled back at her. “Hey! Long time no see!”\n\tShe beamed and blushed. “Y-Yeah!”\n\t“Anyway,” Vik went on, “you're exaggerating. Entertainers were basically a money sink.”\n\tI gave him a crooked expression. “Okay, why exactly would a single player game have a money sink in it?”\n\t“You're overthinking it,” he replied. \n\tOur two friends who'd been lingering a few steps behind us walked in the front door.\n\t“Oh, my, [i]God. [/i]Are you guys [i]still [/i]talking about that old game?”\n\t“Hey Mark. And hello Sandy!” Ana called out, a bit awkwardly.\n\t“Hey,” Mark said, closing the door behind him. Sandy ignored her.\n\t“Blame Alex.” Vik replied. “He's the one who won't let the topic die.”\n\t“Yeah, because you're spreading [i]slander.[/i]”\n\t“I don't think calling a useless money sink a useless money sink is slander.” He said with shrug. “Anyway, let's go to the room.”\n\tI shook my head. “Evading your judgment.”\n\t“...Is your mom here?” Mark asked lowly.\n\t“Yeah,” he said, looking toward the kitchen. “She's here. Keep it in the bag. We'll smoke later.”\n\t“Um,” Ana spoke up suddenly, her timing and tone as off as always. “You guys mind if I come?”\n\tMark and Vik exchanged a look with each other, while Sandy continued exchanging looks with her phone like she usually did when Ana spoke. There was a silence that went on for several seconds, as if Vik hadn't realized it was his job to answer. Finally, I got sick of it.\n\t“Sure!” I called out. “You can join us, Ana.”\n\tVik made a face, but he didn't argue. Mark joined Sandy in acting like Ana didn't even exist.\n\tShe beamed again. “O-Okay!” \n\tAna hopped off the couch and turned to face us, a look of uncertain excitement hidden behind her shy smile. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her—not just a glance at the person, but an appreciative glance at the [i]form. [/i]\n\tAna was only a year younger than us, but put her in a summer dress and some rainbow colored lace-up shoes and she could pass for a ten year old boy if she kept her head down. That was the first thing I thought when I'd first met her, though these days, I saw something very different.\n\tThe narrow ten-year-old-boy body that had once confounded me now stood as the ultimate symbol of femininity. I often imagined myself walking over and lifting her up without warning, with one hand on her back and the other against the backs of her knees. She would undoubtedly curl up with embarrassment and look back at me with the shyest, most adorable smile yet.\n\tDespite being as scrawny as physically possible, she managed to have some small curves; curves that I noticed only after I'd begun to like her and had seen past her youthful frame. The slightest expansion in her mostly flat chest, and the twin pouches of extra flesh around her backside, and that slight over growth of her hips that lead back inward toward her thighs.\n\tHer feminine beauty was there; it was just concealed behind a layer of dogma and first impressions.\n\tI swallowed.\n\t[i]It helps that she wears such... tight clothes.[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]The lace-lined collar of her gray shirt traveled unusually far down her chest, showing the narrow lines of her sports bra underneath. The way the shirt clung to her small breasts, like it'd been designed with pockets to keep them held firmly in place. Down below she wore blue jeans that clung to her thighs like [i]glue, [/i]and they seemed almost too flat between her legs, too close and too tight against her privates to be decent.\n\t“Whatev's.” Vik said heading around the stairs to the hallway just past the living room.\n\tAna followed behind us as we walked. Within moments it was as if she'd ceased to be there. Vik resumed talking to me, and Mark and Sandy had already broken off into their own conversation. But Ana stayed with us dutifully, looking on at the 'older kids' with fascination.\n\tWe entered 'the room,' which was essentially just Vik's laundry room with a table and four chairs.\n\t“Hey,” Vik's mom greeted us with a smile. “Welcome home.”\n\t“Hey, mom.” Vik answered.\n\t“I'll be out of here in just a minute. Just throwing in a load.”\n\t“Aw, man. That thing makes a ton of noise....” He sat down.\n\t“Yeah, well, there isn't much I can do about it. Not if you want clean clothes.”\n\t“Yeah, I know.” \n\t“You know, you could always get a job and buy a new one....” \n\tWe all exchanged glances.\n\t“Yeah, sure, mom.” Vik replied, his tone flat.\n\tWe had all taken seats, all except for Anastasiya, who was left chair-less. She leaned awkwardly against the drier as we talked among each other, most of our topics impossible for her to comment on.\n\tWhen their mom left, Ana sat down on the shaking washing machine, causing the noise to suddenly lower in the room. I looked over to regard her, since her brother didn't. We exchanged shy smiles.\n\t[i]Dang, her smiles are so adorable....[/i]\n\tI'd have offered her my seat, but my [i]slight [/i]crush on her was still a secret. I didn't know how she or her brother would react, so I thought it best to keep my niceties limited, even though it was tempting to march over and sweep her off her feet.... Among other, less wholesome acts.\n\tAs our conversations went on and got deeper and deeper, I found myself slowly weeded out. Things got heated between Vik, Mark, and Sandy, as they all argued about some piece of gossip at school that I didn't particularly care about. Ana was in a class below us so she probably didn't know what we were talking. She just kept her head down, looking with a strange amount of focus at her exposed feet, her eyes straight and unwavering.\n\t[i]Hmm.... [/i]I stole frequent glances at her. I looked at her feet, but saw nothing particularly exciting. My eyes shifted up her narrow legs to the small area of smushed flesh that pressed against the vibrating washing machine. Her thighs were pressed together, and her hands were rested atop of them.\n\tI blushed a bit at how cute she looked. \n\tHer toes curled and she pulled her lower lip into her mouth. I noticed her face was glowing a bit, too. I imagined that she'd look similar if we were lying together, alone, under the covers. I could see myself reaching out, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me, sliding against her form....\n\t[i]Wait.... [/i]I pursed my brow. [i]Why exactly does she look like that?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]She squirmed a bit and blinked heavily. I saw her small chest expand as she took in a deep, silent breath. Her thighs shifted almost imperceptibly against each other and her hips gyrated just a small bit forward. Then her head shifted up slowly, and her eyes met mine.\n\tHer eyes widened and her face flooded with even more warmth than before. She looked away with intense anxiety. I looked away too, surprised by her reaction, surprised I'd been caught staring.\n\t[i]What exactly is going on here? [/i]I wondered. [i]Why does she look so.... turned on?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]“That's [i]insane.” [/i]Sandy said. “Maury wouldn't do that. He's not an idiot.” She turned to face me. “Isn't that right, Alex? You're friends with Maury, right? Back me up here.”\n\t“Huh?” I jolted a bit. The three of them looked back at me with varying levels of amusement.\n\t“Were you even listening?” She said with a frown.\n\t“Sorry,” I laughed. “Lost in thought.”\n\t“That's a real compelling argument,” Vik chimed in. “But your only proof just let you down.”\n\t“Okay, I'd like to see all the proof [i]you [/i]guys have.” She snapped back.\n\tI stole a careful glance back at Anastasiya. She was staring at the same place she'd been staring at when I'd looked away. Off to the side, away from me, that same lost expression on her face. When she detected me, she looked in my direction, and I quickly turned my head. \n\tI saw her head move in my peripheries. Thankfully, I was seated nearly directly across from her, so it was easy to steal glances, but the longer this went on, the more my curiosity grew, and the more it grew, the more tempted I was to look straight at her.\n\t[i]Don't be an idiot. Don't let her catch you staring.... [/i]I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. [i]Or maybe I should just not be a creep and not stare at all?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]But a few moments later, quite against my will, I was looking back at her. She was staring straight ahead, lost to the world, her face even redder now. \n\tShe was squirming. It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but I could see her thighs grinding and her toes curling and her hips moving slowly, even through the intense vibrating of the-\n\t-[i]WAIT.[/i] [i]The intense vibrating of the washing machine.... [/i]I had to stop myself from smiling wide. A moment later, the urge to smile turned into an urge to smirk inwardly. [i]Oh my God, is it possible? Could she really be... riding the washing machine?\t[/i]\n\tI stole another glance at her, a strange feeling coming over me. She blinked heavily again, as if she were in her own world. I nearly laughed.\n\t[i]She's really lucky I'm the one sitting across from her.... [/i]\n[i]\t[/i]And then my urge to laugh faded. I sat up a bit straighter and pulled my waist a bit deeper into the chair. I took a heavy breath as pleasure radiated out from my crotch.\n\t[i]Shit.... [/i]I thought. [i]I'm getting a boner....[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]Hopefully, if I sat [i]just [/i]the right way, I could direct the boner against the side of my leg, and the bulge against the top of my shorts would be unnoticeable. I looked at her again, this time with a quick bite of my lips and my own face turning a bit redder.\n\tThe pleasure radiating from the rod against my leg made me want her a hundred times more. Knowing that sweet, innocent Ana was sitting on that washing machine, practically in public, deriving [i]that [/i]sort of pleasure.... If only I could walk over to her and lift her off it and kiss her on the neck and then pull her in close....\n\tI wanted to take her to her room and cut her out of that skin tight shirt and undo that needless sports bra, and then I wanted to lay my eyes on the soft white fur of her chest and press my tongue against a nipple....\n\tI took a deep breath. [i]Just a fantasy, [/i]I reminded myself. [i]Don't be ridiculous.[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I saw her shudder a bit from the corner of my eyes. When I looked over, I found a frown on her lips, a look of worry on her face, her cheeks still red.\n\t[i]There is no way. [/i]I thought in amazement. [i]She couldn't be... finishing could she...?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]My penis throbbed and I pressed it harder against my side. My eyes traced along the length of her jeans. If I undid the button and zipper, all it would take was a few good tugs and she'd slide right out. I wondered what kind of panties she was wearing. Black? White? Maybe a design or something childish and cute? Maybe even lace—she seemed to like lace with her shirts, so why not with her underwear...?\n\tWhen I looked back over, her head had turned closer to face us, so I turned away and did my best to admire her with the corner of my eyes. I saw her shudder again; it seemed like she was shaking lightly, like her toes were curling in and out.\n\tI[i]s she really finishing right now? Could she be having an orgasm? Right here in this room? ...If she does, will she be able to stay quiet...?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]Finally, when I could bear it no longer,[i] [/i]I looked back at her, and the second I did, she shifted positions and pushed back a bit on the washing machine. Her legs spread for an instant, and in that moment, my eyes traveled to her thighs, and then to the flat spot against her groin. I nearly gasped.\n\tShe looked over and saw me looking. She snapped her legs shut—and then crossed her feet, as if for good measure. Judging by the shock and embarrassment on her face, she nearly gasped herself.\n\t[i]Oh my God, her pants are [/i]wet. [i]She... she has to be so turned on right now. How, though? How wet do you have to be for it to leak out onto your pants? Maybe... maybe she isn't wearing panties? Is that [/i]possible?[i] Ana? Viktor's cute little sister going commando? Why wouldn't she be wearing panties? Didn't she wear that outfit to school today?[/i]\n[i]\tThen again... [/i]I thought, the powerful sensation in my lower body making me squirm. [i]Why would she be basically masturbating in front of us on top of a washing machine...? Maybe I don't know her as well as I thought.[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I swallowed, my penis almost in pain now.\n\t[i]Holy shit, I want to fuck her so badly.[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]My face burned with heat and I felt a single drop of sweat form on my forehead....\n\t“Alex?” Vik turned toward me. “Um, are you good?”\n\tI blinked heavily. “Yeah. Just... hot as fuck in here.”\n\tMark frowned. “Is it?” He put a hand out, as if he would suddenly feel the heat in his fingers. “Doesn't feel all that hot.”\n\t“Maybe it's a hot flash?” I suggested. “It kinda came out of nowhere.”\n\tSandy smiled wryly. “Maybe you're on your period...? That's usually when [i]women [/i]get hot flashes.”\n\t“Maybe,” I answered. “I've been craving pickle juice lately. Is that a period thing?”\n\tEverybody laughed. Even Ana smiled a bit.\n\t“Anyway, you guys wanna go to the park?” Vik offered. “I'm tired of sitting around and it kinda looks like Alex'll die if we stay, so....”\n\t“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Mark said getting to his feet. Sandy looked down at her phone and slowly got up.\n\tI tried to look busy until they were all halfway out the room. That was when I stood up, the head of my penis pushing aggressively against my shorts. It didn't seem like any of them had noticed—all except for Ana. I could see her glaring with wide eyes. I chanced a look at her, and for a split second, our eyes met. She quickly looked away, flushing even redder than she had before.\n\tWhen they'd all walked out, I followed and immediately turned the opposite direction. “Hey guys, I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick!”\n\tThey waved me off and continued on to the living room. I walked slowly, as slowly as I could without looking suspicious. When they'd rounded the corner, I stopped and turned around. I looked down and saw that my erection was not only still there, but glaringly obvious through the shorts. I swallowed and waited for the laundry room door to open up.\n\tWhen I heard the click, I made it look like I'd just arrived as Ana walked out. She snapped to face me with a gasp. Her hands instinctively covered her groin and her eyes locked with mine, Her cheeks burned bright.\n\t“Hey,” I said, with an awkward wave.\n\t“H-Hi....” She said hoarsely, clearly horrified to see me.\n\t[i]Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.... [/i]I thought.\n\t“I just wanted to see if maybe you wanted to come to the park with us...?”\n\tShe shook her head, eyes still wide. “U-Um, n-no thank you....” She said lowly, and then, as if on cue, her head lowered. Her eyes met the protrusion beneath my shorts and her head immediately rose a bit, and I could see her eyes were even wider now.\n\t“Oh, uh, alright. Maybe next time then?”\n\tShe nodded absently.\n\t“Uh, okay. Well have a good day. It was nice seeing you, Ana!”\n\t“It was...” her body tightened. “[i]Nice seeing you too!” [/i]She squinted and ran past me toward the bathroom.\n\tI flipped around as she ran and caught sight of her taut butt in the jeans. There was a wet spot that had leaked back, leaving a small spot on the bottom portion of her butt cheeks, and even a bit on the upper part of her back thighs.\n\t[i]Holy crap! [/i]I thought. [i]She's so freakin' wet! She must have squirted or something....[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I swallowed.\n\t[i]Wow. 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I guess beggars can't be choosers.[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I looked around to make sure nobody was near—something I probably should have considered [i]before [/i]I grabbed my dick. I darted into the laundry room.\n\t[i]Ugh, and am I really about to do this...?[/i]\n\tMy plan was nothing short of insane. The risks were so high: anybody could walk in at any time. Ana, Vik, their mom, even Mark or Sandy could have forgotten something... but my options were limited.\n\t[i]It's not like I can just walk out there looking like this. And it's not like I'm going to do anything different in the bathroom....[/i]\n\tI grabbed my balls and squeezed. [i]This isn't going to take long anyway....[/i]\n\t“...Ana,” I whispered. “God damn it, I want you so badly.”\n\tI looked around the laundry room, and sitting off to the side in a pile of presumably dirty clothes was a towel. My eyes locked on to it.\n\t[i]Bingo, [/i]I thought, my hand already pumping up and down on my dick.\n\tI pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel. I clutched it in one hand, and clutched my dick in the other.\n\t“Oh God,” I groaned. “[i]Ana....”[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I pictured her in the room with me. I saw her sitting on the washing machine with her tight, blue jeans clinging to her thighs and to her butt. Her thighs moving up and down and her hips gyrating back and forth.\n\tI imagined her in panties for a moment, dry at first, but steadily getting wetter and wetter with every sexual grind. And then the panties disappeared from my fantasy, and she was back in jeans. All the velvety liquid she'd soaked them with remained and turned the crotch of the jeans dark. I went over to her and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her close to me, pulled her groin against my hard dick.\n\tHer pants were wet with juices and her tongue was warm against mine. I could hear her moan, the vibrations soft against my throat. And then I reached around and stroked the base of her tail; she grimaced and shook lightly, and then moaned again.\n\tI reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. I brushed my hand against her thigh as I did it; I felt the sticky moisture of her thighs against the fur of my hands. I brought down the zipper and slipped my hand down between her legs.\n\t[i]So warm.... So wet.... I bet you squirted. Sitting right there across from us, too. You just couldn't resist that shaking washing machine.... [/i]I smiled as the steadily mounting pleasure expanded from my waist into my cock.\n\t“Mmmm....”\n\t[i]No panties, either. I wonder if you knew I'd be coming over today. Is that why you didn't wear them? Do you like going commando around me? Or do you just like it in general?[/i]\n[i]\tHow often do you do it?[/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I imagined it. With as wet as she got today, it couldn't be [i]that [/i]often. It made me wonder how wet she got from normal, non-stimulated arousal, because I imagined she didn't do too much public masturbation or squirting in front of guests.\n[i]\t[/i]Right as the pleasure started to reach the apex. As I felt the throes of orgasm beginning to wash over me, I wondered something sweet.\n\t[i]Maybe she does.... Maybe she [/i]likes [i]masturbating with people near her. When people have no idea she is doing it....[/i]\n[i]\tOh God.... That's... the hottest thing....![/i]\n[i]\t[/i]I could practically feel the warmth of her body against mine. The shaking of the washing machine. The moisture and heat from her privates slick against her thighs, jeans, and my hands. I could feel the damp softness of her pussy lips against my fingers.\n\t“Ung!” I inhaled a long, sharp breath, and my eyes opened wide. Pleasure radiated throughout my body, my arms and legs rattled as jizz fired off into the towel. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and a single tear formed in my eye.\n\t“Fuck....” I groaned, as the pleasure began to subside.\n\t“I.... I've really gotta fuck this chick.”\n\nCHECK DESCRIPTION FOR REMAINING TWO CHAPTERS", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Chapter One: The Washing Machine

\t“Nah.”
\t“I'm telling you!” I pressed. “They make the game playable.”
\t“I played it for a pretty long time without ever even touching entertainers and I did fine.”
\t“Yeah, but did you ever beat the game? Or did you just play like the first four parks?”
\t“I only really played the first three.” Viktor laughed and slipped his key into the front door of his house. “I still don't think it would have mattered, though.”
\tHe walked in and I followed behind. Vik's red tail—far fairer than my own—flicked in a strange way.
\t“Hey, Vikkie.” Vik's blond-furred, red-fox sister, Anastasia, turned halfway around on the couch to greet us. She smiled meekly. “H-Hi, Alex.”
\t“Hey, Ana.” Vik replied flatly.
\tI smiled back at her. “Hey! Long time no see!”
\tShe beamed and blushed. “Y-Yeah!”
\t“Anyway,” Vik went on, “you're exaggerating. Entertainers were basically a money sink.”
\tI gave him a crooked expression. “Okay, why exactly would a single player game have a money sink in it?”
\t“You're overthinking it,” he replied.
\tOur two friends who'd been lingering a few steps behind us walked in the front door.
\t“Oh, my, God. Are you guys still talking about that old game?”
\t“Hey Mark. And hello Sandy!” Ana called out, a bit awkwardly.
\t“Hey,” Mark said, closing the door behind him. Sandy ignored her.
\t“Blame Alex.” Vik replied. “He's the one who won't let the topic die.”
\t“Yeah, because you're spreading slander.”
\t“I don't think calling a useless money sink a useless money sink is slander.” He said with shrug. “Anyway, let's go to the room.”
\tI shook my head. “Evading your judgment.”
\t“...Is your mom here?” Mark asked lowly.
\t“Yeah,” he said, looking toward the kitchen. “She's here. Keep it in the bag. We'll smoke later.”
\t“Um,” Ana spoke up suddenly, her timing and tone as off as always. “You guys mind if I come?”
\tMark and Vik exchanged a look with each other, while Sandy continued exchanging looks with her phone like she usually did when Ana spoke. There was a silence that went on for several seconds, as if Vik hadn't realized it was his job to answer. Finally, I got sick of it.
\t“Sure!” I called out. “You can join us, Ana.”
\tVik made a face, but he didn't argue. Mark joined Sandy in acting like Ana didn't even exist.
\tShe beamed again. “O-Okay!”
\tAna hopped off the couch and turned to face us, a look of uncertain excitement hidden behind her shy smile. I couldn't help but steal a glance at her—not just a glance at the person, but an appreciative glance at the form.
\tAna was only a year younger than us, but put her in a summer dress and some rainbow colored lace-up shoes and she could pass for a ten year old boy if she kept her head down. That was the first thing I thought when I'd first met her, though these days, I saw something very different.
\tThe narrow ten-year-old-boy body that had once confounded me  now stood as the ultimate symbol of femininity. I often imagined myself walking over and lifting her up without warning, with one hand on her back and the other against the backs of her knees. She would undoubtedly curl up with embarrassment and look back at me with the shyest, most adorable smile yet.
\tDespite being as scrawny as physically possible, she managed to have some small curves; curves that I noticed only after I'd begun to like her and had seen past her youthful frame. The slightest expansion in her mostly flat chest, and the twin pouches of extra flesh around her backside, and that slight over growth of her hips that lead back inward toward her thighs.
\tHer feminine beauty was there; it was just concealed behind a layer of dogma and first impressions.
\tI swallowed.
\tIt helps that she wears such... tight clothes.
\tThe lace-lined collar of her gray shirt traveled unusually far down her chest, showing the narrow lines of her sports bra underneath. The way the shirt clung to her small breasts, like it'd been designed with pockets to keep them held firmly in place. Down below she wore blue jeans that clung to her thighs like glue, and they seemed almost too flat between her legs, too close and too tight against her privates to be decent.
\t“Whatev's.” Vik said heading around the stairs to the hallway just past the living room.
\tAna followed behind us as we walked. Within moments it was as if she'd ceased to be there. Vik resumed talking to me, and Mark and Sandy had already broken off into their own conversation. But Ana stayed with us dutifully, looking on at the 'older kids' with fascination.
\tWe entered 'the room,' which was essentially just Vik's laundry room with a table and four chairs.
\t“Hey,” Vik's mom greeted us with a smile. “Welcome home.”
\t“Hey, mom.” Vik answered.
\t“I'll be out of here in just a minute. Just throwing in a load.”
\t“Aw, man. That thing makes a ton of noise....” He sat down.
\t“Yeah, well, there isn't much I can do about it. Not if you want clean clothes.”
\t“Yeah, I know.”
\t“You know, you could always get a job and buy a new one....”  
\tWe all exchanged glances.
\t“Yeah, sure, mom.” Vik replied, his tone flat.
\tWe had all taken seats, all except for Anastasiya, who was left chair-less. She leaned awkwardly against the drier as we talked among each other, most of our topics impossible for her to comment on.
\tWhen their mom left, Ana sat down on the shaking washing machine, causing the noise to suddenly lower in the room. I looked over to regard her, since her brother didn't. We exchanged shy smiles.
\tDang, her smiles are so adorable....
\tI'd have offered her my seat, but my slight crush on her was still a secret. I didn't know how she or her brother would react, so I thought it best to keep my niceties limited, even though it was tempting to march over and sweep her off her feet.... Among other, less wholesome acts.
\tAs our conversations went on and got deeper and deeper, I found myself slowly weeded out. Things got heated between Vik, Mark, and Sandy, as they all argued about some piece of gossip at school that I didn't particularly care about. Ana was in a class below us so she probably didn't know what we were talking. She just kept her head down, looking with a strange amount of focus at her exposed feet, her eyes straight and unwavering.
\tHmm.... I stole frequent glances at her. I looked at her feet, but saw nothing particularly exciting. My eyes shifted up her narrow legs to the small area of smushed flesh that pressed against the vibrating washing machine. Her thighs were pressed together, and her hands were rested atop of them.
\tI blushed a bit at how cute she looked.
\tHer toes curled and she pulled her lower lip into her mouth. I noticed her face was glowing a bit, too. I imagined that she'd look similar if we were lying together, alone, under the covers. I could see myself reaching out, grabbing her hips and pulling her against me, sliding against her form....
\tWait.... I pursed my brow. Why exactly does she look like that?
\tShe squirmed a bit and blinked heavily. I saw her small chest expand as she took in a deep, silent breath. Her thighs shifted almost imperceptibly against each other and her hips gyrated just a small bit forward. Then her head shifted up slowly, and her eyes met mine.
\tHer eyes widened and her face flooded with even more warmth than before. She looked away with intense anxiety. I looked away too, surprised by her reaction, surprised I'd been caught staring.
\tWhat exactly is going on here? I wondered. Why does she look so.... turned on?
\t“That's insane.” Sandy said. “Maury wouldn't do that. He's not an idiot.” She turned to face me. “Isn't that right, Alex? You're friends with Maury, right? Back me up here.”
\t“Huh?” I jolted a bit. The three of them looked back at me with varying levels of amusement.
\t“Were you even listening?” She said with a frown.
\t“Sorry,” I laughed. “Lost in thought.”
\t“That's a real compelling argument,” Vik chimed in. “But your only proof just let you down.”
\t“Okay, I'd like to see all the proof you guys have.” She snapped back.
\tI stole a careful glance back at Anastasiya. She was staring at the same place she'd been staring at when I'd looked away. Off to the side, away from me, that same lost expression on her face. When she detected me, she looked in my direction, and I quickly turned my head.
\tI saw her head move in my peripheries. Thankfully, I was seated nearly directly across from her, so it was easy to steal glances, but the longer this went on, the more my curiosity grew, and the more it grew, the more tempted I was to look straight at her.
\tDon't be an idiot. Don't let her catch you staring.... I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. Or maybe I should just not be  a creep and not stare at all?
\tBut a few moments later, quite against my will, I was looking back at her. She was staring straight ahead, lost to the world, her face even redder now.
\tShe was squirming. It was subtle, nearly imperceptible, but I could see her thighs grinding and her toes curling and her hips moving slowly, even through the intense vibrating of the-
\t-WAIT. The intense vibrating of the washing machine.... I had to stop myself from smiling wide. A moment later, the urge to smile turned into an urge to smirk inwardly. Oh my God, is it possible? Could she really be... riding the washing machine?\t
\tI stole another glance at her, a strange feeling coming over me. She blinked heavily again, as if she were in her own world. I nearly laughed.
\tShe's really lucky I'm the one sitting across from her....
\tAnd then my urge to laugh faded. I sat up a bit straighter and pulled my waist a bit deeper into the chair. I took a heavy breath as pleasure radiated out from my crotch.
\tShit.... I thought. I'm getting a boner....
\tHopefully, if I sat just the right way, I could direct the boner against the side of my leg, and the bulge against the top of my shorts would be unnoticeable. I looked at her again, this time with a quick bite of my lips and my own face turning a bit redder.
\tThe pleasure radiating from the rod against my leg made me want her a hundred times more. Knowing that sweet, innocent Ana was sitting on that washing machine, practically in public, deriving that sort of pleasure.... If only I could walk over to her and lift her off it and kiss her on the neck and then pull her in close....
\tI wanted to take her to her room and cut her out of that skin tight shirt and undo that needless sports bra, and then I wanted to lay my eyes on the soft white fur of her chest and press my tongue against a nipple....
\tI took a deep breath. Just a fantasy, I reminded myself. Don't be ridiculous.
\tI saw her shudder a bit from the corner of my eyes. When I looked over, I found a frown on her lips, a look of worry on her face, her cheeks still red.
\tThere is no way. I thought in amazement. She couldn't be... finishing could she...?
\tMy penis throbbed and I pressed it harder against my side. My eyes traced along the length of her jeans. If I undid the button and zipper, all it would take was a few good tugs and she'd slide right out. I wondered what kind of panties she was wearing. Black? White? Maybe a design or something childish and cute? Maybe even lace—she seemed to like lace with her shirts, so why not with her underwear...?
\tWhen I looked back over, her head had turned closer to face us, so I turned away and did my best to admire her with the corner of my eyes. I saw her shudder again; it seemed like she was shaking lightly, like her toes were curling in and out.
\tIs she really finishing right now? Could she be having an orgasm? Right here in this room? ...If she does, will she be able to stay quiet...?
\tFinally, when I could bear it no longer, I looked back at her, and the second I did, she shifted positions and pushed back a bit on the washing machine. Her legs spread for an instant, and in that moment, my eyes traveled to her thighs, and then to the flat spot against her groin. I nearly gasped.
\tShe looked over and saw me looking. She snapped her legs shut—and then crossed her feet, as if for good measure. Judging by the shock and embarrassment on her face, she nearly gasped herself.
\tOh my God, her pants are wet. She... she has to be so turned on right now. How, though? How wet do you have to be for it to leak out onto your pants? Maybe... maybe she isn't wearing panties? Is that possible? Ana? Viktor's cute little sister going commando? Why wouldn't she be wearing panties? Didn't she wear that outfit to school today?
\tThen again... I thought, the powerful sensation in my lower body making me squirm. Why would she be basically masturbating in front of us on top of a washing machine...? Maybe I don't know her as well as I thought.
\tI swallowed, my penis almost in pain now.
\tHoly shit, I want to fuck her so badly.
\tMy face burned with heat and I felt a single drop of sweat form on my forehead....
\t“Alex?” Vik turned toward me. “Um, are you good?”
\tI blinked heavily. “Yeah. Just... hot as fuck in here.”
\tMark frowned. “Is it?” He put a hand out, as if he would suddenly feel the heat in his fingers. “Doesn't feel all that hot.”
\t“Maybe it's a hot flash?” I suggested. “It kinda came out of nowhere.”
\tSandy smiled wryly. “Maybe you're on your period...? That's usually when women get hot flashes.”
\t“Maybe,” I answered. “I've been craving pickle juice lately. Is that a period thing?”
\tEverybody laughed. Even Ana smiled a bit.
\t“Anyway, you guys wanna go to the park?” Vik offered. “I'm tired of sitting around and it kinda looks like Alex'll die if we stay, so....”
\t“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Mark said getting to his feet. Sandy looked down at her phone and slowly got up.
\tI tried to look busy until they were all halfway out the room. That was when I stood up, the head of my penis pushing aggressively against my shorts. It didn't seem like any of them had noticed—all except for Ana. I could see her glaring with wide eyes. I chanced a look at her, and for a split second, our eyes met. She quickly looked away, flushing even redder than she had before.
\tWhen they'd all walked out, I followed and immediately turned the opposite direction. “Hey guys, I'm gonna hit the bathroom real quick!”
\tThey waved me off and continued on to the living room. I walked slowly, as slowly as I could without looking suspicious. When they'd rounded the corner, I stopped and turned around. I looked down and saw that my erection was not only still there, but glaringly obvious through the shorts. I swallowed and waited for the laundry room door to open up.
\tWhen I heard the click, I made it look like I'd just arrived as Ana walked out. She snapped to face me with a gasp. Her hands instinctively covered her groin and her eyes locked with mine, Her cheeks burned bright.
\t“Hey,” I said, with an awkward wave.
\t“H-Hi....” She said hoarsely, clearly horrified to see me.
\tMaybe this wasn't such a good idea.... I thought.
\t“I just wanted to see if maybe you wanted to come to the park with us...?”
\tShe shook her head, eyes still wide. “U-Um, n-no thank you....” She said lowly, and then, as if on cue, her head lowered. Her eyes met the protrusion beneath my shorts and her head immediately rose a bit, and I could see her eyes were even wider now.
\t“Oh, uh, alright. Maybe next time then?”
\tShe nodded absently.
\t“Uh, okay. Well have a good day. It was nice seeing you, Ana!”
\t“It was...” her body tightened. “Nice seeing you too!” She squinted and ran past me toward the bathroom.
\tI flipped around as she ran and caught sight of her taut butt in the jeans. There was a wet spot that had leaked back, leaving a small spot on the bottom portion of her butt cheeks, and even a bit on the upper part of her back thighs.
\tHoly crap! I thought. She's so freakin' wet! She must have squirted or something....
\tI swallowed.
\tWow. Anastasiya is a squirter.... and she squirted in the laundry room, right in front of me, right in front of all of us. I smiled wistfully. Wow.....
\tI looked down at my own erection.
\tMy plan had worked well enough. I'd managed to separate myself from my friends and successfully hid my boner from them. After that, I'd managed to linger around to catch Anastasiya and see the small patch on her butt....
\tBut of course now she was in the bathroom, and I don't think I could justify another 'chance' encounter.
\tSo what do I do about... this?
\tI grabbed my dick through my shorts and pushed against it lightly. Pleasure radiated up my shaft.
\tI don't think this is going to go away on its own anytime soon.... Not without a 'release,' at least.
\tWhat I need to do is masturbate.
\t...No, what I need to do is fuck Anastasiya. But... I guess beggars can't be choosers.
\tI looked around to make sure nobody was near—something I probably should have considered before I grabbed my dick. I darted into the laundry room.
\tUgh, and am I really about to do this...?
\tMy plan was nothing short of insane. The risks were so high: anybody could walk in at any time. Ana, Vik, their mom, even Mark or Sandy could have forgotten something... but my options were limited.
\tIt's not like I can just walk out there looking like this. And it's not like I'm going to do anything different in the bathroom....
\tI grabbed my balls and squeezed. This isn't going to take long anyway....
\t“...Ana,” I whispered. “God damn it, I want you so badly.”
\tI looked around the laundry room, and sitting off to the side in a pile of presumably dirty clothes was a towel. My eyes locked on to it.
\tBingo, I thought, my hand already pumping up and down on my dick.
\tI pulled my shorts down and grabbed the towel. I clutched it in one hand, and clutched my dick in the other.
\t“Oh God,” I groaned. “Ana....”
\tI pictured her in the room with me. I saw her sitting on the washing machine with her tight, blue jeans clinging to her thighs and to her butt. Her thighs moving up and down and her hips gyrating back and forth.
\tI imagined her in panties for a moment, dry at first, but steadily getting wetter and wetter with every sexual grind. And then the panties disappeared from my fantasy, and she was back in jeans. All the velvety liquid she'd soaked them with remained and turned the crotch of the jeans dark. I went over to her and put my hands on her hips. I pulled her close to me, pulled her groin against my hard dick.
\tHer pants were wet with juices and her tongue was warm against mine. I could hear her moan, the vibrations soft against my throat. And then I reached around and stroked the base of her tail; she grimaced and shook lightly, and then moaned again.
\tI reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. I brushed my hand against her thigh as I did it; I felt the sticky moisture of her thighs against the fur of my hands. I brought down the zipper and slipped my hand down between her legs.
\tSo warm.... So wet.... I bet you squirted. Sitting right there across from us, too. You just couldn't resist that shaking washing machine.... I smiled as the steadily mounting pleasure expanded from my waist into my cock.
\t“Mmmm....”
\tNo panties, either. I wonder if you knew I'd be coming over today. Is that why you didn't wear them? Do you like going commando around me? Or do you just like it in general?
\tHow often do you do it?
\tI imagined it. With as wet as she got today, it couldn't be that often. It made me wonder how wet she got from normal, non-stimulated arousal, because I imagined she didn't do too much public masturbation or squirting in front of guests.
\tRight as the pleasure started to reach the apex. As I felt the throes of orgasm beginning to wash over me, I wondered something sweet.
\tMaybe she does.... Maybe she likes masturbating with people near her. When people have no idea she is doing it....
\tOh God.... That's... the hottest thing....!
\tI could practically feel the warmth of her body against mine. The shaking of the washing machine. The moisture and heat from her privates slick against her thighs, jeans, and my hands. I could feel the damp softness of her pussy lips against my fingers.
\t“Ung!” I inhaled a long, sharp breath, and my eyes opened wide. Pleasure radiated throughout my body, my arms and legs rattled as jizz fired off into the towel. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, and a single tear formed in my eye.
\t“Fuck....” I groaned, as the pleasure began to subside.
\t“I.... I've really gotta fuck this chick.”

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