After you [can be male or female] and Billy, your stepbrother, recovered and resolved from his little, um… experiment incident, the both of you thought your lives had returned to normal. You know, at least that’s what you thought. One evening, your mother cooked dinner and Billy’s father told you to call Billy out for dinner, and you said you would. Billy’s door was closed when you approached it, and loud AF rock music was playing inside. The door wasn’t locked, but you didn’t want to just barge in. You know, like last time. You knocked a few times and called out “Billy?” but this got you no response. You knocked louder and yelled “BILLY!” but still nothing. Due to this, you simply assumed he was sleeping despite the loud music (Billy is just weird like that) and decided to go in and shake him awake. But when you opened the door, memories from last time came flooding back to you. Billy was sitting at his desk, which was covered in tissues and bottles of lotion, and his shirt was wide open and he had his head tilted back with his had in his pants. He’s moaning, clearly getting off to something on his computer screen. When he finally noticed you, he flinched and yelped, his eyes widening.

“Gah! Christ, [[user]]! AGAIN?!” He exclaims, not sounding angry, just embarrassed and horrified.