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What does the fox say?

"Ring-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!

Gering-ding-ding-ding-dingeringeding!"

What the fox say?

"Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!

Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow!"

What the fox say?

"Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!

Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!

Hatee-hatee-hatee-ho!"

What the fox say?

"Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!

Tchoff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!

Joff-tchoff-tchoffo-tchoffo-tchoff!"

What the fox say?

[Verse 2: Vegard]

Big blue eyes, pointy nose

Chasing mice and digging holes

Tiny paws up the hill

Suddenly you're standing still

[Pre-Chorus: Bård & Vegard, Bård]

Your fur is red, so beautiful

Like an angel in disguise

But if you meet a friendly horse

Will you communicate by

Mo-o-o-o-orse?

How will you speak to that

Ho-o-o-o-orse?

[Chorus: Bård]

What does the fox say?

"Jacha-chacha-chacha-chow!

Chacha-chacha-chacha-chow!

Chacha-chacha-chacha-chow!"

What the fox say?

"Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!

Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!

Fraka-kaka-kaka-kaka-kow!"

What the fox say?

"A-hee-ahee ha-hee!

A-hee-ahee ha-hee!

A-hee-ahee ha-hee!"

What the fox say?

"A-oo-oo-oo-ooo! Woo-oo-oo-ooo!"

What does the fox say?

[Bridge: Vegard & Bård]

The secret of the fox, ancient mystery

Somewhere deep in the woods

I know you're hiding

What is your sound? Will we ever know?

Will always be a mystery

What do you say?

[Outro: Bård, Vegard]

You're my guardian angel hiding in the woods

What is your sound?

(Wa-wa-way-do Wub-wid-bid-dum-way-do Wa-wa-way-do)

Will we ever know?

(Bay-budabud-dum-bam)

I want to

(Mama-dum-day-do)

I want to, I want to know!

(Abay-ba-da bum-bum bay-do la)

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gabybeatrix2103 · 3 months ago

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Uncle-Stepfather and Niece-Stepdaughter.

Synopsis: My mother was a miserable woman for abandoning our family, but I was no better than her for setting everything in motion.

When my Uncle-stepfather started drinking to cope with his sudden grief, I comforted him. when the truth came out and everything fell apart, he comforted me.

And when the lines began to blur, so did the extent of our relationship. I was the one who was there for my stepfather, and he was the one who was there for me. from that point on, it was determined that we would always be there for each other.

Chapter 1.

Harvey Russell.

42 Years.

— Shit.

The curse falls from his lips unintentionally as I stumble before grabbing the sides of the railing. Harvey can barely walk straight. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a low groan.

— "How the fuck am I supposed to keep walking?" - Harvey thought.

There are still the steps that lead up to the front porch, the hallway that leads me to his quiet house, and the curve to my cold bedroom. It's been cold ever since his wife decided she was over him, over them, and had moved in with a boy many years younger than Harvey.

For Harvey's sake, the little shit could have her.

She'd been nothing more than a warm glove to stick his dick in all these years. and yet, she'd been as responsive as a fish being fucked. the only good thing about her was that I could have a child through her, and yet, I'd gone through hell and back to make that work.

But for some reason, it still hurt to know that she left them for another man. holy shit, she hadn't even looked back once since she left them for him.

Her marriage only happened because she took care of Melanie at the end of our high school years. If anything, she would be using that shiny new boy toy of hers to relive the years she'd missed since she chose to be a stay-at-home mom, deciding to spend her years raising Melanie the best she could.

Ugh.

Another moan rips from the depths of his chest.

Just the thought of her with him makes his head throb and his heart beat a little faster. there's no point wasting time with that slut, not when Harvey has a stepdaughter to continue raising alone since her pathetic mother isn't here anymore, so he brings the back of his hand to his lips and wipes his mouth.

There's no trace of alcohol on his lips.

Harvey wasn't the same father who raised her. Harvey wasn't, not since Esme left them, but that wasn't an excuse.

Melanie deserves better.

Fighting the urge to vomit everything I'd consumed in the last few hours, I stood up and took small steps before reaching the front door.

It was completely quiet.

Before, when his wife was still here, Harvey would go crazy coming home to this kind of silence. It meant his stepdaughter, his Melanie, had gone to bed and Esme had gone to their bed.

Harvey knew what that silence meant to Harvey.

Harvey would walk into the house, take the second left into their bedroom and close the door behind him. there, Esme would find his wife, his Esme, with her body on their bed, positioned on all fours, her head down and her ass up, waiting for him to come home.

It was a wifely duty she had promised to continue before they made their agreement to marry for the sake of their unborn child.

It was really the only marital duty she had promised and continued.

To fulfill throughout their marriage, but even then, like everything else, it had come to a halt with her departure.

— Melanie? - Harvey called out, his stepdaughter’s name.

Harvey yelled as he entered the house.

There was no answer, so I could only assume she had gone to sleep.

After all, his Melanie was a good girl, and there was no reason for her to stay up on a school night.

Dropping the house keys into the bowl to his right, I closed the front door behind him and walked towards his room. I reached up to rub his face. there was a pounding in his skull that just wouldn’t stop.

Step, after step, after step.

It's the same shit, different day.

Harvey is getting really tired of this and it seems like there's no room for change. one of these days, Harvey is going to end up killing himself with the amounts he's been drinking since Esme left, but that day wasn't today, and it wouldn't be tomorrow.

Harvey would live long enough to make sure Melanie didn't end up without a stepfather.

Melanie deserves better.

So. much. better.

Harvey opens the door to his room and I step inside. closing the door behind him, his eyes widen a little before narrowing at the sight before him.

His breath catches and his body freezes immediately. there's no way...

Harvey realizes he's staring, lost, at the sight before him.

A few seconds pass. neither she nor Harvey dares to move us.

— Esme? - Harvey shouts, calling his wife's name.

Harvey took a few hesitant steps forward. If she was a figment of his imagination, Harvey must be pretty drunk because she sure looked real.

— Esme? - Harvey yelled, again.

No response.

His Esme wasn’t responding because Harvey told her not to. she had always been indifferent to his touch, so I told her to stop completely. Her faking it only made it harder for Harvey to cum.

It didn’t take long for her to hear his words.

So why wasn’t Esme responding?

— Stop it.

Still, nothing.

Harvey swallowed hard and moved his hand from the side of his leg to his cock, gripping his cock through my jeans. he hadn’t fucked anyone since Esme left, and if his imagination was strong enough to hallucinate that she would be here, Harvey would take full advantage of the chance.

Stepping forward, Harvey unbuttoned his jeans and watched them fall to the floor. His cock was erect and pointing straight at her.

At Esme.

Harvey licked his lips this time as his eyes moved from the floor to her naked body.

Her pert ass was in the air, almost teasing him to step forward, and her head was down, probably her buttocks flat against the bed. It was too dark to tell, but that was all I could make out.

Spitting into his open palm, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it along its length. Harvey stroked himself until he was hard and desperate to fuck her.

As pre-cum pooled at the tip of his cock, Harvey caught it between his fingers and spread it all over Esme's lips. she didn't make a sound as Harvey slid forward, putting more pressure on her body as he continued to play with her pussy.

Harvey strokes her with precision, fingering her throbbing pussy until her honey drips from his fingers and runs down his palm.

His two fingers slide in and out of her and his other hand runs along the front of her, reaching to cup her heavy breasts in his palm. Harvey twists her nipple before pulling away.

She’s wet enough, so I kneel on the bed to slide his cock inside her. It’s desperate to get inside her. Harvey is desperate to get inside her. Harvey fucked her like he hated her. Harvey fucked her like he hated her, and he fucked her like I still do. Harvey hates her, Harvey hates her, Harvey hates her.

But his words speak louder than his actions.

— I missed you, Esme.

Harvey can't help but let his voice crack as he leans his head down, pressing his lips against her lower back as he continues to thrust in and out of her tight body. she doesn't make a sound.

— I missed you so much more than I thought I would. Melanie missed you.

His hands move up until your fingers are wrapped in her light brown hair as he pulls her back.

Esme originally had dark hair, unlike Harvey and Melanie, but she foolishly decided to dye it to make her look younger and influenced his Melanie to do the same. now, with a fistful of her shiny hair between his fingers, she obeys as she moves with his grip until her back is facing him.

Harvey wishes there was light in the room to see how her face changes with his next words. these will speak volumes.

— Moan for me. just this once, Esme, and we can forget all about tonight. moan for me one last time, Esme, and I'll never think about you again.

Pulling out of her, Harvey makes her wait before he slams back in.

There's a sharp intake of breath before Harvey slams into her ass. she gasps with each thrust of his body before her hands move down, gripping his thighs so tightly Harvey is sure she's leaving marks on him.

Scratching him.

Taking him.

Harvey thrust himself inside her and held her delicate wrists tightly between his thick fingers.

Harvey didn't stop moving.

She moans as her orgasm hits her and swallows her whole. her walls clench around his cock as Harvey tightens his grip on her, finally filling every inch of her with his cum.

Harvey didn't stop moving forward until he had her pinned between the bed and his body. His fingers squeeze her ripples until he heard her shudder.

— If this is really you, get out of my life. and if this is a fucking hallucination of mine, get out of my mind. I don't want you, or need you. I have Melanie, and she has me. we have each other. leave you, you slut, and never come back.

Releasing her arm from her tight grip, I push her to the side and fall face down on her bed, letting her eyes drift closed. a groan leaves your mouth as you embrace the darkness and welcome sleep.

She is no longer someone important in your life.

•••

Chapter 2.

Harvey Russell.

— Esme.

Harvey says harshly, patting the space next to him to look for her body.

Harvey doesn't feel anything there besides the comforter and a few pillows. opening his eyes, he does a double take when he realizes there's nothing there.

No Esme

— What the fuck? - Harvey manages to mumble in his shock.

The comforter covers his waist and below and he's pretty sure he'll be naked when he takes it off. Harvey has to be because last night, Harvey fucked Esme. Harvey is pretty sure he fucked her.

As I move the material to one side, I hope to see at least something on his dick to prove that last night was real, but he's still wearing the exact same thing he wore when he left the house yesterday.

Harvey is completely covered, still with his clothes on.

What the fuck?

Harvey doesn't fucking believe this. this has to be a joke.

His fingers fumble with his jeans as he unbuttons them, pushing them down to pull out his cock. His face is up close and personal with his junk, but he doesn’t see anything there.

There’s nothing there.

Absolutely nothing.

His head spins.

Was Harvey so drunk last night that I could imagine it all? he didn’t think he’d miss Esme so much that he’d fantasize about her, but I guess his head is telling him one thing and his cock is telling him another.

He runs his hand over his face and gets out of bed. I’m here.

The room is going to drive him crazy, so I pull on some boxers and take off his shirt.

Harvey needs to eat.

A string of curses falls from his mouth as I walk out of his room and into the kitchen.

How could I have imagined all of this?

His walk slows when I notice Melanie’s school bag near the front door. from the way the sun is shining through their windows, she should have gotten to school hours ago.

— Melanie? Are you home, dear? - he asked.

Harvey heard her clear her throat before she let out a small reply. she was always quiet, and her nature never stopped a smile from creeping across her face.

— Good morning, sweetheart. - he says to her, expecting nothing more than a sweet smile and a response from his stepdaughter.

She smiles at him, a real smile, she smiles back, but that’s not why she suddenly stops. Harvey stops walking further into the kitchen because she’s wearing one of Esme’s evening gowns.

One that Harvey bought specifically for her, and one that Harvey has fucked her in countless times. his throat shakes at the memories of them before Harvey tears his eyes away from the garment, remembering whose body is wearing it.

Someone who is definitely not Esme. someone I should definitely never think of that way. ever. Harvey would never think of her that way. she’s his stepdaughter. why would I think of her that way? she must have sensed the tension in the air because she manages to overcome it very easily.

— Everything else is in the wash, but these are the only pajamas I could find. I hope you don't mind me wearing them, Uncle Harvey. - she says, taking bites of the strawberry pancake with condensed milk.

Harvey shakes his head at her answer and watches her as she shuffles through the dress. It's clear she thinks Harvey has a problem with how short the dress is, when in reality, Harvey has less clothes than she does.

— Don't worry, sweetie. I've undressed more times than I've dressed and I've never heard you complain. It's only fair that you get the chance to... - he trails off.

Harvey trails off, unsure of how to continue. His hand comes up to rub the back of his neck and a light blush rises to his cheeks.

Harvey didn't trust himself to ruin a simple conversation with his stepdaughter.

Melanie laughs as she stands up. she walks towards him and leans forward, wrapping her arms around his torso and she moves even closer, pushing into him. his breathing deepens and Harvey clenches his fist at his side, not wanting the blood to run anywhere else.

He's not fucking perverse.

It's been a while since he's had a woman's body near his and he's afraid of doing something stupid.

Harvey isn’t thinking of Melanie that way —she’s his damn stepdaughter.

So Harvey loosely wraps an arm around her waist and holds her as she melts against him, her face flat against his chest as she sighs softly. that sound coming out of her mouth is another reason he’s grateful he’s tensed his grip.

Life would be too weird for Harvey to have to explain to his stepdaughter why Harvey got horny when she was in his arms.

Melanie pulls away from his embrace and lifts her head to look at him.

— Try not to drink too much again. I’ll be upstairs finishing up some schoolwork, but I’ll be back in a few hours to help you with dinner, Uncle Harvey.

With that said, Melanie takes a step away from him and turns to leave. Harvey says before she leaves the room completely.

— Why aren’t you at school, honey? I don’t want you wasting your life here at home when you could be studying and making a name for yourself.

Her body freezes before she steps through the kitchen door and Harvey watches her breathing quicken through the soft satin material of her nightgown.

She turns, holds his eye contact as she mutters a single word, and then leaves to go to her room.

— Bleeding.

Harvey frowns and tilts his head at her retreating figure.

Bleeding?

Harvey could have sworn she’d used the same exact excuse on him last week. It’s not uncommon for girls to have their periods so close together, is it?

But Harvey doesn’t think much of it. He’s not going to question her about her health either. With her mother gone.

But what does catch him thinking as he walks over to grab a can of beer straight from the box is how his Melanie managed to find that particular evening gown, especially when Harvey did a great job of throwing away every single piece of Esme’s clothing the same night she dropped them off.

•••

Chapter 3.

Melanie Garcia.

17 Years.

I have a confession to make: I always knew my mom was cheating on my Uncle Stepdad.

I knew it the first time I caught her kissing one of my stepdad’s friends at one of my teenage birthday parties, and the second time when she called another one the night my dad went into town to buy us stuff to prepare for the coming cruel winter. she was nothing but a whore for staying with my stepdad while she cheated on him with other men, so many other men.

But for some reason, this particular guy was different for her.

I had only met him once, but I could see how nervous she was around him. It was weird, to say the least.

My mom, the person whose expression was neutral for most of my life, would blush and stumble over her words around this guy. I knew immediately that this time was different and that my mom wasn’t just messing around with this guy like the others, but was actively cheating on my stepdad with him.

Cheating on him in a way that would slowly make her question the meaning of her marriage and ultimately her relationship with my Uncle Stepdad.

I knew this the first day she snuck out to meet her boyfriend, and when she invited him into our home and into the bed she and my Uncle Stepdad shared, thinking I was at school.

I kept it all a secret from my Uncle Stepdad, but I acted like I was okay with what Mom was doing. In fact, I did a great job of convincing her that whatever was going on between them, this lover and her, was appropriate and that they both deserved it.

I convinced her that she deserved someone who loved her and that he was the right person for the job. I convinced her that whatever she was doing was right and that she deserved so much more than my dad because he was just a pathetic man who had no time for her, and that was what led her to cheat on him in the first place.

I blamed it on my Uncle Stepfather, knowing exactly what would happen between the two of them.

It didn't take much convincing after that.

A few days later, she decided she was better off without us and so she left with her lover.

I should have felt bad for breaking up their marriage, but I didn’t. they each deserve better. Mommy already has her boy lover replacing Uncle Stepdad and now all he needs is someone to replace her, and that someone is me.

Just knowing that I’m the only person my Uncle Stepdad needs, the one he needs, makes me feel all giddy inside. with Mommy no longer here, I’m the only one he can trust to help fulfill his needs and desires.

Last night was a clear example of that.

My passion for him, no matter how illicit or fucked up it may seem, has only grown with each day we spend together, and I can’t wait for the day he finally makes a move. so far, I’m the only one who’s been brave enough to show my true feelings to the other.

Putting my schoolbooks aside, I climb out of bed and pull my robe tighter around me. I'm just wearing a two-piece, it's a bit more daring than what I was wearing this morning, but the satin robe barely does anything to cover me. It's a smart idea to wear this.

I just want my Uncle Stepdad to see me, to see all of me, and see how much I’ve grown. I’ve noticed his eyes lingering on me, but I’ve also noticed how they only stay on me for a few seconds before he looks away, looking a little embarrassed at where his thoughts are taking him.

But this time, I want my Uncle Stepdad to look at me, to really look at me, and see exactly what kind of entrance he’s taken care of. taking one step at a time, I make my way down the stairs to where my Stepdad is standing. My lips curl at the sight before me. He’s sitting in his armchair with a bottle between his fingers.

I doubt he’s taken the time to get up and eat anything from the empty cans scattered around his feet, but he’ll probably do that after he’s taken a nap to sleep off all the drinking. this is his usual routine that I’ve memorized. I walk over to him, sitting down, with nothing but alcohol to entertain him.

— Do you want me to pour you another drink, Uncle Harvey. - I ask him, not bothering to wait for his answer.

Deliberately lowering myself to my knees on the floor, I show him all the ways my body has changed over the past few years, and the ways it cries out for him almost every day and night.

Lifting my eyes to his, I watch as Step-Uncle drags his gaze away from my body once more and fight the urge to roll my eyes to express my displeasure with the whole situation.

I don’t want to seem too needy just yet, not when he can barely look at me with confidence in his embrace. Step-Uncle lifts his chin an inch, so I pour him another glass. I’ve never seen him drink the way he has in weeks.

Holding the chilled glass between my fingers, I bring my other hand up to rub my index finger along the rim and dip my finger into the whiskey. He doesn’t like it when I drink.

I shuffle forward, still on my knees, and pass the glass to him, letting our fingers touch intentionally as I bring my wet finger to my lips, running the liquid across my bottom lip before my tongue peeks out to taste the drink. I watch Step-Uncle watch me.

I watch the way the bottle clasped between his fingers drops to the floor, cushioned by the carpet, and I watch as he takes a deep breath. and I watch as his eyes trace every movement of my tongue.

Finally, I let it slip back into my warm mouth and I watch as Step-Uncle takes a sip from the glass. to be honest, he swallows and drinks it all in one go. I watch with wide eyes as his thick throat works to swallow it all, and then I watch some more as his Adam’s apple bobs.

— You’re a great girl, honey.

Step-Uncle’s husky voice pulls me from my not-so-childish thoughts about my father and I look up, feeling startled.

The expression on my face doesn’t bother him at all, so it’s safe to say I wasn’t drooling yet.

— Honestly. I’ve never been so lucky to call you mine, Melanie. I hope you know how proud I am of you. you’re perfect, darling, and you’re growing into a wonderful young woman. I count myself lucky every day to be your Uncle.

He finishes his sentence with a yawn and my heart races. his words make me smile a soft smile at him and I feel a blush bloom all over my body.

Uncle Stepfather downs the last sip of liquid before tilting his head back, finishing the entire glass. his throat is tight like this and I’ve never wanted to sink my teeth into his flesh so desperately before. he sets the glass down on the coffee table and yawns, moving back in the chair before turning his head to the side and I watch as his eyes drift closed.

Shuffling forward a little, my knees burn from the texture of our carpet, but I don’t let the slight ache stop me. I lift myself up a little to watch Step-Uncle’s chest move up and down rhythmically. his breathing evens out as I lean forward, gently placing my weight on his thigh as I lift my hand to brush the stray hair from his forehead.

Moving even closer, I press a soft kiss to his stubbly cheek.

— Goodnight, Uncle Harvey.

He doesn't move. It's safe to say he's knocked out from all the drinking and then some.

He's had so many drinks before that I know he won't wake up from a single kiss. so I move even closer to Step-Uncle, close enough to where my front touches his legs, and I lift my head.

His warm breath touches my face and I lift myself up even higher, waiting until we're at the perfect angle where he hits my lips before diving in.

I press my lips to his.

My lips touch his and a small moan escapes me. My hands curl into the soft feel of the cotton material and my pussy throbs. I rock against Step-Uncle as I open my mouth, slipping my tongue out so I can slide it against his.

The bitter taste explodes across my nipples as I push my tongue further in, fighting the urge to wake Step-Uncle so he can take what's his as I slowly begin to pull away.

Swallowing, I savor Step-Uncle's taste before bringing my face down to his cock, licking the dark material. his cock hardens as I continue to suck on his thickness through the material. Step-Uncle takes a few deep breaths, my panties starting to get damp and I have to stop myself from grinding against his foot.

I don't know exactly how much he's had to drink and I don't want him to wake up from the overstimulation. before, when I kept an eye on how much he was drinking, it was easy to plan my next steps with Uncle Stepdad while he slept.

But I had forgotten to do that today and instead spent my time finishing the schoolwork I had managed to fall behind on.

Catering to Step-Uncle's sexual urges, even when he was asleep and didn't know he needed them satisfied by me, ended up taking up valuable time that should have been spent studying for exams. I didn't care because Step-Uncle was the one receiving my giving every time.

Pulling back, I swallow a few times to wet my mouth after sucking his dry material while watching his thick cock peek out over the band of his boxer briefs. I lower my head and swallow him whole, pulling the material down as I take as much of him as I can into my mouth.

My cheeks cave in and my head bobs. my tongue swirls over his slit that is already filled with pre-cum. Licking him from base to tip, I wrap my arms around his legs and force my head down, swallowing Step-Uncle's cock deep into my warm throat.

My pussy won't stop dripping.

I gag at the feeling of your cock sliding down my throat and my fingers grip even tighter on the underside of your thighs.

Step-Uncle's frequent raspy breaths and the way his cock twitches in my mouth are the telltale signs that he's close to cumming.

Coming up for some air, I force my head down and hum, opening my throat a little wider so I can take him even deeper. drool drips down the sides of my lips and runs down my chin, but I pay no attention, I know Step-Uncle likes to make a mess in the bedroom - I've seen him in the bedroom.

I swallow again and feel Step-Uncle squirm inside my mouth.

Warm liquid fills me as Step-Uncle empties his cum into my mouth. I block my throat and gently pull away from him, not wanting to swallow his cum yet, as I clean up the mess I've made.

It was times like these when I wished he was awake to take the lead, to finally take what's his. It was fun when I first started touching Step Uncle while he was sleeping, but since then, there's been almost no reaction from him. other than him getting hard and me getting wet, the excitement of it all seemed to lessen.

But still, I don't see this as an excuse to stop all this.

Whatever it is.

Because I know that when my Step-Uncle finally realizes how he feels about me, how he really feels about me, he will take the initiative and show me how a real man fucks.

With my mouth full of Step-Uncle's cum, I stand up on shaky legs and leave to go to my room. I will finally be able to touch myself there in the freedom of my own bed.

Sleep well, Step-Uncle.

•••

Chapter 4.

Melanie Garcia.

I finish wiping my wet hands on the towel and open the bathroom door, walking back to my room. I managed to squeeze out three orgasms, all back to back, before my body gave up and I stopped before passing out. there was still some bleeding, but I hoped it would heal tonight or early tomorrow.

I deserved another treat for being so generous to Uncle Stepdad Harvey. I was still vibrating with pleasure from all of this.

My body shivers when I notice another body in my room, but I instantly relax when I see that it is only my Uncle Stepdad Harvey.

— Aren’t you sleepy? - I ask.

I ask him as I step forward. he is sitting on my bed with his head down, no longer half naked, but still with enough skin showing as he is wearing a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt to cover himself.

— Uncle Harvey? - I ask, stopping in front of him.

He slowly lifts his head to look at me. His thick eyebrows furrow as his eyes dart from my face to my lips, and then even lower.

My face starts to feel hot and I take another small step towards him, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body. aside from my shorts and my nightgown, the only thing Uncle Stepdad is looking at is my bare skin exposed to him.

When I realize what he’s staring at, I let out a small sigh and take a step back. well, I try, because in a second, he’s suddenly reached out to grab my wrist between his thick fingers as he pulls me closer. boldly, too close.

— Uncle Harvey? - I call out again.

The contrast of his rough fingers against my soft skin sends shivers down my spine. Step-Uncle Harvey notices because he moves his fingers repeatedly over my bare wrist before his touch moves even higher.

When he reaches my arm, we both inhale sharply. Step-Uncle Harvey because he finally sees what’s there, and me because I finally see an expression on Step-Uncle’s Harvey face that I couldn’t see while he was sleeping.

Lust.

He stands up to his full height and my eyes fall. my heart pounds in my chest and I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. forcing myself to calm down, I turn my head slightly to look at what Uncle Stepdad Harvey was so focused on.

Each of his fingers hovers over the marks he left on my arm and one by one they move down, fitting perfectly into the bruises.

From last night. my breath quickens and I look up at him.

— Uncle Harvey? - I call his name.

His throat bobs and I watch as he lifts his fingers and lowers them, repeating the action every so often before his hands move down as he rests them on my hips. he pushes me gently, just enough until my back touches the wall, and then he pins me to his own little corner.

— Where did you get those bruises from? - he asks.

I swallow again.

We're silent for a few seconds, neither of us wanting to answer the obvious answer to his question, but he presses me again.

— You weren’t supposed to see that. — I finally managed to say.

— I guess I wasn’t supposed to see the nail marks left on my thighs either. not the ones from last night, or the ones from just an hour ago. Huh, Doll?

I cross my arms over my chest, deliberately pushing my large breasts together as I lift my chin to look at Uncle Stepdad Harvey. my voice shakes as I speak, but I don’t dare let it break.

— I’m not sorry for what happened between us.

He doesn’t say anything in response.

Instead, Step-Uncle Harvey lowers his hands from my arms until they’re touching my bare waist. then, he brushes my skin before using his thumbs to rub circles along my hip bones. the sensation of it makes my lips part slightly and my nipples tighten beneath my tight nightgown.

I never imagined the truth would be revealed like this.

Step-Uncle Harvey opens his mouth to speak once more, and his husky voice fills my room.

— Did it hurt you?

We maintain eye contact as I answer.

— When?

I ask him, because as far as I know, Step-Uncle Harvey only remembers what happened last night and just an hour ago.

I remember all of it.

From riding Step-Uncle Harvey to blowing my pussy on the night of my eighteenth birthday, just a few days after Mom left us, and sucking him off before swallowing him dry. He was too drunk to register what was happening that night between the two of us. In fact, I could only touch him when he was drunk.

That’s why it’s been so easy for me to access Step-Uncle Harvey since he started drinking.

There are too many memories to remember which specific moment he’s asking me about, so I repeat my question.

His tongue darts out and I watch, transfixed, as that small piece of flesh slides across his bottom lip before slipping back into his warm mouth.

— Last night. did it hurt you?

I wonder, no.

Shaking my head, I uncross my arms and place my hands over Step-Uncle Harvey’s and squeeze them gently. In return, his thumbs dig deeper into me, but he doesn’t stop moving. My stomach tightens with butterflies as I wonder how this will all end.

He doesn’t dare take his eyes off my face.

— It didn’t hurt me. It was nice knowing you were in control for once. did it feel good for you? - I ask shyly.

His voice drops an octave as Step-Uncle Harvey leans down, just enough that I can feel the ends of his hair against my forehead and his lips brush against mine.

— Good? It was better than just good, Doll Bunny. -

A moan leaves my throat unintentionally and I feel myself getting even wetter. confidently, I lift myself up higher to look Step-Uncle Harvey straight in the eye as a small confession falls from my mouth.

— I want to feel like that again, Uncle Harvey.

I thrust into him, desperately—no, grinding my body against his shamelessly as my hand around his tightens with desire.

— I want you to take the lead, Uncle Harvey.

It’s obvious who I’m talking about, but he doesn’t pay attention to it. he reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from my forehead. the action is very personal and I find myself leaning into him, pushing my face into that space between his collarbone and jaw.

His warmth envelops me and he lets me stand close to him.

Twisting his finger around my hair, he gently pulls me back and lifts my chin so I can look at him.

I know what I’m going to hear before he even says anything.

My heart starts to crack and there’s no moisture left in my mouth.

The moisture has gone all the way to my eyes.

His voice is soft now as he speaks to me. I know what’s coming, but I don’t prepare myself. I can’t prepare myself.

— You had your fun with me, Melanie. now go to sleep. we can both forget about this, all of this, and treat tomorrow as it should be treated; as a new day. I understand that you’re mad about your mother leaving, but that’s not the way to act. this isn’t right, Melanie. go to sleep.

Uncle Stepfather Harvey leans in and for a tiny second, I think he’s going to kiss me, right on the lips. he doesn’t.

He cups my face between his fingers and turns me to the side, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before pulling away.

The kiss is so soft and quick that I barely register the feeling of his sharp stubble moving against me as he pulls away. my throat tightens and tears well up in my eyes.

Rejection.

— Goodnight, Melanie. - and he, like everyone else in my life, leaves immediately.

I let the first sob escape my mouth before the second, third, and fourth join in. within minutes, I was sunk on the floor with my head in my hands and my face dripping wet.

I can’t stop myself from crying so hard. the tears just won’t stop flowing. how embarrassing. kneeling down, I reach under my bed and pull out the box I keep hidden there. between the tears that keep rising and falling from my eyes and the sobs that leave my mouth, I keep replaying what just happened.

Rejection.

The word echoes in my head as I search for something, anything, to quell the embarrassment and pain I’m feeling right now.

Grabbing a bottle, barely able to read what it is because of the moisture in my eyes, I unscrew it and bring it to my lips, tilting my head back before swallowing. I swallow it the way Uncle Stepfather Harvey does, not caring about the burn in my throat, until I force myself to stop.

If I drink any more, I’ll throw up and that’s no longer an embarrassment I’m trying to pass on to myself.

But when I stop drinking, the memory keeps replaying as the tears continue to fall. So I keep drinking until the memory of what just happened disappears from my head.

The truth should never have been revealed this way.

#agent harvey russell #Uncle Stepdad #Stepniece #Jeffrey Dean Morgan #Lucy Hale #Melanie Garcia #@ge gap #age g@p #42 And 18

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merpmonde · 1 year ago

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Eckwersheim rail accident memorial

On the northern edge of the Strasbourg Metropolitan Area, the high-speed railway line crosses the Marne-to-Rhine Canal (of which I've said quite a lot recently) and curves to the South to join the trunk line into Strasbourg. It was here, on 14 November 2015, in the months prior to this section opening, that a test train derailed catastrophically, killing 11 and injuring 42.

The immediate cause of the derailment was over-speed: the crew had failed to brake in advance of the curve and headed into it 90 km/h faster than they should have. The reasons for this failure are a point of contention; as far as I have understood, the accident report hasn't managed to clearly identify them as there was no voice recorder in the driver's cab. The accident has been in the news recently as the trial of the driving crew and the companies involved has just taken place, with the verdict due to be returned in October.

I have been travelling on the accident tracks for years, and possibly since the first time I took the TGV to Strasbourg in 2017, I have made a note of this particular curve, recognising the red bridges from those terrible pictures from the news, not out of anxiety, but out of awareness of what had taken place. Knowing that a memorial garden sits there, and with the court case wrapping up, I decided to go out and see it in person.

Quite isolated from outside noise by the two elevated train tracks either side, and with the canal and paths ahead, the atmosphere there is indeed very peaceful. A large plaque recalls the event, while 11 stones are scattered around the site for the deceased.

"En hommage aux victimes et aux personnes profondément touchées par l'accident de la rame d'essais du 14 novembre 2015, à celles et ceux qui nous ont quittés"

#France #Alsace #Eckwersheim #LGV Est-Européenne #mémorial #accident #14 novembre 2015 #train #2024-05

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liesmyteachertoldme · 9 months ago

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The US Department of Transportation clearly has a lot on its plate.

America’s infrastructure is not in great shape. The American Society of Civil Engineers (ASCE) grades America’s roads, bridges, and public transportation a C- overall.

In fact 42% of US bridges are at least 50 years old, and nearly 7.5% are considered structurally deficient. 43% of public roads are rated as mediocre or poor.

Then there’s the sorry state of US railways, many of which are considered ancient by industry standards. And despite the “High Speed Ground Transportation Act” being passed SIX DECADES AGO in 1965, the amount of high-speed rail in the US is pitifully low.

There are also seemingly constant problems with US air traffic, especially at major airports.

But what has US Transportation Secretary Pete Buttigieg done thus far during his tenure to address these challenges?

Well, after Congress handed him an astonishing $1 TRILLION to fix America’s crumbling infrastructure, he’s managed to spend $7.5 billion to build a grand total of seven electric vehicle charging stations across the country. Clearly that’s money well spent.

But now Secretary Pete has shifted his gaze to America’s biggest transportation problem.

It’s not highways. Or bridges. Or even electric charging stations.

Secretary Pete is now devoting precious taxpayer resources to regulating airline points... as in the frequent flier miles and other reward points that you get whenever you fly with a major airline or even sign up for a new credit card.

Last week, the government announced that Secretary Pete has “sent letters to American Airlines, Delta Air Lines, Southwest Airlines, and United Airlines ordering them to provide records and submit reports with detailed information about their rewards programs, practices, and policies.”

First of all, what do credit card reward point have anything to do with infrastructure? And second, even if we want to accept Pete’s bird-brained logic, how could anyone possibly argue that airline miles should be anywhere near the Department’s top priorities?

Yet Secretary Pete is fixed in his duty. He claims that:

“...points systems like frequent flyer miles and credit card rewards have become such a meaningful part of our economy that many Americans view their rewards points balances as part of their savings... But unlike a traditional savings account, these rewards are controlled by a company that can unilaterally change their value.”

What an interesting point of view. Airline points are a form of savings that is controlled by a company which can unilaterally change its value.

Gee where might I have seen that before....

OH, I remember! Like how the Federal Reserve can unilaterally inflate the value of the dollar, i.e. the actual form of savings that people all over the world use? Or, even better, how the US government can destroy the value of the dollar through its reckless and irresponsible deficit spending?

It is utterly hilarious (though simultaneously pathetic) that Secretary Pete has no concept of this irony.

This is the guy who has spent $7.5 billion dollars on building seven electric vehicle charging stations, an average cost of more than $1 billion per charging station.

Guess what, Pete? Your staggering waste of taxpayer money has contributed to the decline in value of the US dollar. But, sure, keep going after those airline points, bro.

If you thought airline points were declining in value now, just wait to see how worthless they become once Pete starts regulating these programs. How many segments will you have to fly in economy class to rack up enough points for that family vacation to Key West next year? Pete will decide. It’s genius.

Sadly this is not an isolated issue within the Department of Transportation. Agencies all over the federal government have abandoned their core missions and are instead focused on their leftist agenda.

The Federal Trade Commission, for example, exists to protect consumers from monopolies. Instead they’re busy suing grocery store chains over “greed” and made-up threats to unions.

The US Committee on Foreign Investment exists to ensure that state secrets and strategic technology don’t fall into the hands of America’s adversaries. But this same agency is now killing a deal for US Steel to be acquired by a Japanese company (i.e. one of America’s biggest allies) because the labor unions don’t like it.

The list goes on and on. The State Department is handing out money to America’s sworn enemy in Afghanistan. The Treasury Department is setting up banking systems that fund terrorism.

Everything the government is doing is the exact opposite of what is needed to address THE largest threat to America— its massive debts.

They spend like drunken sailors and focus their efforts on destroying the economy... instead of allowing it to flourish and generate much-needed tax revenue.

And that’s why, even though America’s problems are still fixable, I highly doubt anyone in charge will use the rapidly closing window of opportunity to address them.

That’s why it makes so much sense to have a Plan B.

To your freedom,

James Hickman

Co-Founder, Schiff Sovereign LLC

#government corruption #government control #politics #Dept of transportation #Pete Buttigieg

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daddyjs-brat · 2 years ago

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Compiled a list of questioned & am answering them to the best of my ability 😇

Answers in pink 💗

Doesn't Apply in red ❣️

1. When was the last time you masturbated

30 minutes ago

2. Do you enjoy being fingered/fingering

Yes!

3. How do you feel about food during sex

Depends on what food & how its being used

4. What do you do directly after sex

Unsure, but depending on the time, i'd probably sleep

5. Cuddle with the tip in

10000%

6. What’s the nastiest sexual thing you’ve done

As of right now, I'd say masturbating (legs spread open on the dash)in my college parking lot

7. Name a follower you would fuck

I'm not going to name names, but you know who you are. Send me the message

8. Name a follower you have fucked.

None... yet

9. What’s the sexiest part of your body

I'd say my ass (especially with handprints on it)

10. FuckMarryKill: DJ Khalid, Rick Ross, Fat Joe

F- Rick Ross M- DJ Khalid K- Fat Joe

11. Would you ever be with a trans person

I think it depends, I wouldn't say yes or no solely because they're trans

12. Riding dick or doggy style

I'd say doggy, especially because I can have my hair pulled, hands pulled behind my back & I can have my ass slapped harder than when I'm riding a dick.

13. Ever fucked in a school

Nope, well... I've fucked myself in my car. That's it

14. Most random place youve had sex

Nowhere right now

15. Would you join the mile high club

Absolutely I would!

16. What are 3 of your "hawt" spots

Tits, throat/back of neck & pussy

17. Fuck on the first date

Maybe not the 1st time meeting, but the 1st date would be okay

18. Would you suck dick

ABSOLUTELY!!! 😝

19. Would you eat ass

I would try it, but am unsure

20. Would you eat pussy

Yes & I've done it before 😍😍

21. Kissing, Y or N?

Fuck yes, even better if it's needy & rough

22. Is farting during sex a turn off

I have no idea. Maybe if it was in my face. Otherwise, I don't think that it's a prooblem

23. Sex in the shower, Y or N

Definitely 💦

24. When virginity lost

Not yet 🫣

25. Do you prefer sex in the morning, afternoon, or night?

I would love getting fucked 1st thing in the morning or... maybe during the middle of lunch.. but there's also after our day stress fuck. Maybe all of the above

26. Drunk sex

Sure, maybe with consent 1st. Bit I am a huge fan of intox & would love it.

27. High sex

I've never been high, but would try it

28. FuckMarryKill: Nicki Minaj; Cardi B; Kash Doll

F- Kash Doll M- Nicki Minaj K-Cardi B

29. First kiss

Sophomore year of high school with my bf at the time

30. How did you meet the person you lost your virginity to?

Haven't yet

31. Faked an orgasm

Nope

32. Painted/ been painted on

Yes & written on

33. Sex toys, Y or N

Absolutely, they are tools to be used, not an enemy.

34. Favorite position

Tied up/ tied down or hands behind my back getting pounded into the mattress or ground.

35. Bed, couch or floor

Edge of the bed or over couch arm

36. Car sex, Y or N

If we'd fit sure. Or we could fuck with the door open and you railing me into the seats off the side of the road.

37. Whyd you get horny

For just about any reason. Typically because I opened tumblr or was reading smut

38. FuckMarryKill: Trey Songz, Chris Brown, August Alsina.

F- Chris Brown M- August Alsina K- Trey Songz

39. Describe crush

I don't have one rn

40. Would you ever be with someone with an incurable STD?

I would say no..

41. Rate head game

7/10 - there's room for improvement for sure

42. Rate your sex

Rn, 0/10

43. Would you date outside of your race

Yeah

44. Type of freak you are

Bratty, CNC, Hypno, Dirty, Cum guzzling slut

45. Ever tasted your own cum

Well, I've tasted my juices & self, I've not cum before.

46. Golden showers

Yes

47. Body count

0, zero, nada, none

48. Nipple play

Yes!!

49. Where do you like to be nutted on

Preferably in, but if anywhere my face or tits

50. Topping or bottoming

Bottoming, for sure

51. Whats too small

My sex life

52. Is fighting foreplay

Fuck yes

53. Angry sex

Hell yes!

54. Quickie length

Before someone notices

55. Too long during sex

Never, I love overstim

56. Too long to go without

I can't answer that in good health

57. Is no relevant in a relationship

Yes & no, it depends on the question it's in response to..

58. NSA sex real or no

Real AF

59. Sex in a public bathroom

Yeah, sounds like it could be an experience

60. Sex in a changing room

Yeah, just cum in me. Don't leave anything for employees to clean up.

61. Last person ive fucked

🫣 I havent

62. My type

I honestly don't know.

63. 3 turn ons

Tattoos, Filthy Dirty Nasty Naughty talk, & Teasing

64. 3 turn offs

Gore, Feet & Permanent Harm

65. What makes you stop in the middle of sex

I'm not sure

66. Answer a phone during sex

I would, and I'd try to act normal

67. Would you pay for sex

Maybe, probably not though

69. How i felt after sex

... 👀

70. Like your body

I do, I've been trying to lose weight, but otherwise absolutely.

71. Send nudes

Only when deserved... not often

72. Cheated on someone

Absolutely not

73. Cheated on

I have been

74. 3some

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

75. 4some

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

76. Orgy

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

77. Run train on me

PRETTY PLEASE 🙏

78. How often do i masterbate

At least once a day, mostly before bed while scrolling

79. Lights on or off

Lights on

80. Music or TV

Music

81. Cousin you'd fuck

Nope.. hate that

82. Last relationship

During covid, she didn't want to come out & wanted to keep our "friendship" hidden.

83. Sleep naked

Hell yeah, how else is some stalker/stranger supposed to know I want it when im asleep

84. Commando

I have to wear pants a lot, so no.

85. Nipples pierced

I wouldn't want to, but I love sucking on a pierced titty

86. Dive in or converse first

Depends on the person, but I'm more of an action person

87. First move once naked

Drop to my knees..

88. Would you make the first move

I would, but only when I'm super horny.. which is very very often.

89. Have you ever had sex with more than one person in a day

I would like to, maybe at the same time

90. Do you like dryhumping

Yes, I love it

91. Can you twerk or do a split on a dick

I haven't tried the splits on a dick and I haven't tried twerking in about 2 years. Idk if it's any good

92. Would you ever record yourself during sex

I would love to, I think it would be great & even more fun to do masturbate to while he/she degrades me for it.

93. Would you watch porn during sex

Not yet, but would love to

94. After fucking, do you try becoming friends with a one night stand

Probably not, just stay fuck buddies.

95. What’s your kink

There are so many... they're all over my page

96. Would you hook up with the same hook-up again?

Yeah, unless it absolutely sucked...

97. Ever made a relationship from a one night stand?

Nope

98. How romantic are you during sex?

It depends on who with, I honestly don't know

99. Describe your sex in 5 words or less.

Sad, non-existent, cry worthy, boring

#all me #anymore questions #use me however you want #r@petoy #ask if you're curious #rough cnc

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y2klostandfound · 2 years ago

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Game Secrets Institute - Jet Set Radio on Game Players magazine Vol.133 (Video game magazine)(Hong Kong)(12/08/2000)

Translation in English:

DC (Dreamcast)

Manufacturer: SEGA Price: 5800 Yen Capacity: GD-ROM X 1 Memory: 4 BLOCKS Release date: on sale 1P/ETC/MODEM, VMS, vibration PACK, VGA BOX correspondence

JET SET RADIO DATASET

DO YOU REMEMBER THAT I SAID IN THE GAME INTRODUCTION OF ISSUE 131 THAT THIS JET SET RADIO HAS SOMETHING CALLED THE "JET SET LOGO"? These signs allow players to change the patterns of the current character when the game, and the entire game has 90 Jet Set logos. I believe that many players have not stored all patterns. Therefore, I will send you the location of all 90 "JET SET Logo" in this issue, plus some special information.

The first level (Shibuya GG)(Shibuya-cho)(Stage 1)- Number of JET SET logos (5)

Logo No. - Place:

No.11 - Platform above convenience store No.15 - Lamp Post Top No.41 - Next to the billboard No.45 - Under the Flyover No.71 - Under the Flyover

First encounter with the red gang (Love trap)(Shibuya-cho)(Stage 2) - Number of JET SET logos (7)

Logo No. - Place:

No.13 - Residential roof No.16 - Over the road No.43 - Above the park to the broken bridge No.46 - Broken bridge and high altitude No.72 - Roof next to the broken bridge No.73 - Under the broken bridge No.75 - On the traffic sign next to the park

Strange Group (The monster of Kogane)(Kogane-cho)(Stage 3) - Number of JET SET logos (8)

Logo No. - Place:

No.18 - Near the boat behind the starting point No.20 - The steel bars movement on the way No.22 - Residential roof No.48 - Residential house No.51 - In the alley No.77 - Over the railing No.79 - Next to the oil depot No.80 - Near the starting point

Fighting the Strange Group (No.540)(Kogane-cho)(Stage 4)- Number of JET SET logos (4)

Logo No. - Place:

No.17 - Over the fence next to the starting point No.21 - The end of the upper tunnel in the workshop No.50 - Wires above the workshop No.78 - Factory roof

Dueling the Strange Group (Kogane Circus)(Kogane-cho)(Stage 5) - Number of JET SET logos (3)

Logo No. - Place:

No.19 - Inside the hidden tunnel No.47 - Sewer tunnel in the air No.76 - Sewerage tunnel

First encounter with the Mechanical Corps (Benten Boogie)(Benten-cho)(Stage 6) - Number of JET SET logos (3)

Logo No. - Place:

No.24 - Residential roof No.52 - Above the starting point No.82 - Inside the underground tunnel

Fighting the Mechanical Corps (Graffiti high)(Benten-cho)(Stage 7) - Number of JET SET logos (7)

Logo No. - Place:

No.25 - Top of the Dome Square store No.53 - Near the movie bulletin board No.54 - Over the shopping street tunnel No.55 - Over the flyover above the starting point No.83 - Dome Square on the wire No.84 - Top of a store in Shopping Street No.85 - On the container next to the starting point

The end of the Mechanical Corps (Noise Reduction)(Benten-cho)(Stage 8) - Number of JET SET logos (8)

Logo No. - Place:

No.23 - Over the road No.56 - Among the trees No.57 - The two bridges are connected in the air No.86 - Over the footbridge No.87 - Over the footbridge

The final battle with the red gang (Love attack)(Shibuya-cho)(Stage 9) - Number of JET SET logos (5)

Logo No. - Place:

No.12 - On the road No.14 - Billboard No.42 - Road No.44 - On the stairs No.74 - On the store platform

Battle of the Flying Forces(Fight or Flight)(Kogane-cho)(Stage 11)- Number of JET SET logos (2)

Logo No. - Place:

No.49 - Rooftop position No.81 - Rooftop position

The last level of the map for joint supply(Benten Burning)(Benten-cho)(Stage 12)- Number of JET SET logos (2)

Logo No. - Place:

No.26 - Inside the subway passage No.27 - Attached to the patio of the subway station

These are the locations of all 90 JET SET logos, 51 in total, and the remaining 39 are obtained after joining the character and obtaining a hidden character.

Three Hidden Characters

The game has ten basic characters for use, in fact, there are three hidden characters, and the method of obtaining these three hidden characters is very difficult, the method is that the player has to obtain all the version of the score "ジェット(Jet)" after the completion of the game will be released to play the role of the selection of the screen on a wall will be thumbs to the three logos, as long as you select these three logos can be selected to use these three hidden characters.

#jet set radio #jsr #jet grind radio #sega

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driz-zle · 1 year ago

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⌕ JUST IN: EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW

###EXTRA EPISODE: THE HAPPIEST THIRD WHEELER: BACHIRA MEGURU

VIDEO SEGMENTS: ###. WHAT IS YOUR NAME? #1. How can you describe their previous relationship? #2. Why do you think they broke it off? #3. Thoughts on the possibility of them getting back together?

###. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?

"Bachira Meguru! Solo Artist and also a child of divorce!"

"Huh?!"

"What? Isagi and Y/n are broken up so~"

#1. How can you describe their previous relationship?

"Hmmm, if Isagi is like a lyric then Y/n is like the melody! Then BAM they can make a song all on their own!"

"Okay then...so they complete each other?"

"Yup!"

#2. Why do you think they broke it off?

"You're saying that as if they're totally over! They just need some space from each other, then they'll be back again!"

"How come you're so sure?"

"Well, you can't have Isagi with Y/n and you can't have Y/n without Isagi. They're like a packaged deal!"

#3. Thoughts on the possibility of them getting back together?

"Possibility? Isn't it a complete 100% chance?"

"You're really leaning into their comeback, aren't you..?"

"Hi guys! Welcome back to another video! So as of right now, I'm sitting at one of my favorite childhood restaurants here in Saitama!" Your voice slowly blurs out as Isagi admires you from the side. He's fidgeting with the velvet box in his pocket. Until Bachira climbs onto his back.

The two of them come leaning forward to your set, Bachira forcing the other to give him a piggyback ride. "Bachira!" Said man simply giggles at his friend's complaints and even poses for the camera, peace sign and tongue sticking out.

You simply laugh at their antics, "Well then, I guess we can have some special guests for this video. Introduce yourselves!"

"Hi, I'm Isagi Yoichi. Lead vocalist of the band 'EGOIST/S'." Yoichi flashes a smile at the camera. "And I'm Bachira Meguru! Their designated third wheel!" Already exasperated but nonetheless amused by his friend's actions, Isagi shakes his head.

Throughout the whole video, You and Yoichi practically have to take care of Bachira and his messes. Still, you enjoy your dinner nonetheless, even with the chaos.

Now cleaned up, you're standing on the second floor of the restaurant, outside on an overlooking balcony. You can see multiple childhood landmarks from where you were. Your old high school, your meeting spot after school, the convenience store where you had late-night runs.

There's a step behind you, and you turn to see Isagi Yoichi heading toward you. The both of you lean onto the railings on your forearms, and like a habit, you lean your head on his shoulder. "The sight up here is practically a blast into the past huh?" You mumble.

And you're right. From where he stands, memories flood into his mind. From his childhood. to his adolescence, to his teens, to him now as a fully-fledged adult. And one thing Isagi Yoichi realized is that you were the constant throughout all of them.

Maybe he hadn't brought along the ring for no reason after all.

By the next week or so, both of you are trending because of your video. Netizens already made videos titled "Y/n and Isagi still being in love for 5 minutes and 42 seconds." And when Yoichi stumbles upon one, he laughs while reading the comments saying that the two of you should get back together, them unknowing that you'd already agreed to become the future Mrs. Isagi.

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adultswim2021 · 1 year ago

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Tim and Eric Awesome Show Great Job #42: “Puberty” | March 8, 2010 - 12:30AM | S05E02

Tim and Eric explore the saltier side of growing up in “Puberty”, an episode that is roughly thematic. The wraparounds for this episode involve Eric going through puberty, resulting in a deeper voice (augmented with the high-tech computers found at Abso Lutely studios), and a fresh new mound of pubic hair bulging out of his khaki shorts. The set is a treehouse, Tim & Eric's hangout and what would turn out to be the last vestige of their respective boyhoods. Thanks to Eric’s raging hormones, these halcyon days are in severe jeopardy, with Eric feeling very ready to replace his childish playtime with sexual encounters with cheap, disgusting women. Will their partnership survive?

The cold open of the show is for a nightmarish children’s “toy” called the Cinco I-Jammer, which children can engage with by e-bumping. E-bumping seems like it’s just a direct dopamine-spiker by way of a high-pitched frequency that creepily causes the children’s eyes to roll back into their heads. It’s also equipped with “Oh-Hungee”, which is a tube that deposits a bland-looking gruel into children’s bare hands. Kids are encouraged by the ad to replace their parents’ meals with “oh-hungee”. The ad is effective in mimicking hyper-active commercials aimed at children as well as giving off a trademark Tim & Eric style sinister vibe.

I like this one quite a bit. The little girl in the ad who has most of the lines is a very funny actor. She gives a spirited delivery that is hard to be pissed off with. I went down a brief rabbit hole to see if she pursued comedy after this. I found three potential matches and one of them is doing art in Denver, CO. One of them is sadly dead. A third one stopped posting on instagram around the time the other one died, so they might be the same person. I hope she’s the alive one. RIP to a proper legend if not.

OF NOTE: The DVD contains an alternate version of the I-Jammer sketch. It's about 70% the same, with some alternate jokes and Bob Odenkirk doing the voice-over. I think the as-aired version is stronger.

Next up: DLH sings a song about Puberty. I think the overall subject of puberty for comedy’s sake is pretty worn out, but Tim & Eric have a way with words that elevate the material. But this song resembles a low-effort comedic take on the subject by somebody with less talent. But, that’s sorta DLH’s whole deal, isn’t it?

I feel like you can categorize DLH’s various songs into a few different styles: bat-shit crazy alien stuff, earnest-seeming educational offerings, and then this: a song you where you get the sense that he’s trying to be actually funny. Overall, I’m just glad that this is brief, and there are small moments that are actually reasonably funny, like him mildly botching his lines and correcting himself during the preamble. This one seems like they included it more out of duty to keep the DLH quotient up, as well as help prop up the theme of the show.

Forting with Will features Will Forte (hey, that’s sort of a pun!) playing Will Grello (NOT a pun), teaching a small group of children how to make pillow forts while he goes off the rails with tangents about his dark childhood, particularly his relationship with his father. This one is lightly thematic; forting is a childish pastime (Tim & Eric’s wraparounds are from a tree house, an equally classic type of fort), and we’re witnessing a man whose own puberty was pretty traumatic. This one does little to shine above previous Will Grello installments, but it’s still funny. The most significant running gag in this one is Grello becoming so distraught reliving his trauma that he pees his pants. His enraged sarcasm when he asks for a towel, waits a beat, and hollers “yeah, NOW!” has been in my head for a while.

Finally, the other bit of substance is a Morning Meditation sketch, which I've crowed about being a less-than-favorite of mine. This one has a truly unsettling reveal, that the man we're watching trot around on camera is actually on stilts. This is enough to make me declare that this could be the best Morning Meditation sketch of all time. Only took them two seasons to get it right.

Tim & Eric’s wraparounds are pretty significant in this one, and have a lotta memorable bits and funny lines. Eric’s low-pitched voice aids the deadpan delivery of certain lines. Lotta great disgusting phrasing about his “mushroom tip”, and exploring “wet holes”. They really make sexual intercourse sound unappetizing. Tim affably lamenting “unfortunately I’m still boy” got me laughin'. Eric calling Tim a “fag” (bleeped out) also got me. I also need to highlight the part where Tim says “I guess I’ll go play with myself”, which is followed up by a light touch of tepid studio audience laughter.

Tim’s problems are solved by seeing a commercial for the Cinco Man Shake, which is fronted by a pitchman with a slightly grotesque muscle man physique. I feel like Tim & Eric are very good at casting people whose attractiveness fall into that uncanny valley; hyper masculine or feminine people whose bodies mostly reflect a conventional ideal but are slightly strange-looking. The guy they got for this fits that bill, while also delivering a spirited and genuinely compelling performance.

The shake in question requires adding a "fistful" of your friend’s pubic hair to the concoction, which Tim harvests from Eric’s thicket. Eric jocularly pretending it hurts and then giving a sheepish “just kidding” to the camera is great. Eric’s strengths are especially played to in this episode.

Tim attempts to hork down the shake, which contains a glob of Eric’s wet hair. Even though I’m intelligent enough to understand that little Timmy is sucking on sterile wig hair, it’s still one of the grossest things the show has ever shown me. Tim, with a mouth full of hairy goo, looking to the camera and saying “just a little more left to go and I’ll be a man” is another one of those moments that has never left my brain. The result is Tim essentially becoming a werewolf. “I’m a man now no more playtime for me” Tim drones in a borderline incomprehensible guttural tone.

Overall I really like this one. It’s imperfect, but most of these episodes are. I can see this one coming off as an unimpressive exercise playing with low-hanging fruit, but it’s low-brow and juvenile humor paired with really funny/weird line deliveries really sells this one for me. Good ep!

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I already covered this episode, because it originally aired around Christmastime, 2009, but it was a slightly different version from this one. This is the version that included additional scenes at the end, with Meatwad at Chuck D’s mansion. I am pretty sure the original version ends with Shake’s gastro-intestinal eel infestation causing him to die in a jail cell. The stronger ending, in my opinion. Also if anyone has a HQ copy of the 2009 version of A PE Christmas, please let me know!

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