9. Self-Gratification into First-Hour (2.0)

She couldn't sleep.

It had been a difficult few days, even more so than all else for the past few months. Stress was rising to an all time high, and so was her libido. Brittany knew her own body's calendar like the back of her hand. However, knowing the date didn't necessarily make her feel any better.

It was around two weeks before her period.

The pink Miller laid down on her bed belly down whilst fully covered under the sheets. She had her tablet and she was browsing through her Facebook, liking this and that, making comments, et cetera. But as her (bad) luck would have it, her she was somewhere around her ovulation date. The first sign was that all her male friends on the social networking site were suddenly looking far more attractive than they actually were. The second was that her sites kept getting more and more risky and risqué. The third sign was that her loins were heating up to a languid, yet uncomfortable temperature, begging for indulgence.

First, she went to Ashley Madison, despite being under-aged, to log in and check out her profile to see if any other members had sent her any racy and lewd messages. She knew she was sensitive; in the past, she had gotten thrills and even small orgasms from merely reading messages sent to her that were strong and sexually suggestive. Like phone sex as an example, but in texts. It was a bit kinky but it was her kink, so it worked for her.

Some of the messages were old, dating back by at least a few months; they were from men (and a few women) believing that she was in her mid-twenties as her untruthful profile had shown. She had no fascination in them, only in the messages they sent in an effort to get her interested in them, trying to boost their attractiveness. This time, however, she found no pleasure in them, and decided to swing by another website, this time, it was Established Men. Although the men here could be even more lewd and mysterious, Brittany had been hoping that would mean more of a satisfaction, somewhat. She was wrong.

She was getting a bit desperate. She was willing to take acceptable risks, like reading these messages. After six months, it had been established that Alvin was not aware of what she did in her day-to-day activities unless she either wrote about it in her diary or told him herself. Despite this, it still took a grand total of five months to get used to bathing or cleaning up after her monthly bleeds without closing her eyes, afraid that he might see through them. Reading these texts and messages were like acceptable risks to her, but to go further would be like diving into trouble without testing the waters.

Speaking of testing…

"Alvin? You awake?" She called out in a whisper. It was chancy, but she felt that it would be a bigger risk to go on without making sure. Besides, it'd be a real let-down if he suddenly started talking to her while she was… um… spicing the taco. In fact, she was far more worried about Alvin catching her in the act than her own sisters; Alvin would be the last person on earth she wanted to find out about her acts of masturbation.

No answer.

She called out to him again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. She didn't try again, lest she woke her sisters.

Now secure in the knowledge that even if Alvin would and could detect what she was doing, but was asleep, Brittany went over to Tumblr and typed in 'Handsome Men', looking for posts that she could let her imagination run wild on.

There were tons of results, each picture even better looking than the last. The posts were all in top quality; but no matter what, she was still wholly unsatisfied. But the last website she wanted to visit required another room entirely to be in, aside from being in the bedroom she was sharing with her sleeping sisters.

Brittany eased herself from under her sheets and let herself down off of her bed. Stealthily, she made her way over to the closet in the corner of the room and began rummaging through the contents therein.

=X=X=

His eyes opened, already searching for familiarities as he brought himself up from his slumber. They were all there. He was still in the replica of the Miller household, rooted in Brittany's mind. He had come to the conclusion that he had come to be stuck here because of his personal wishes. Some deity or shooting star or blue moon had granted his desires of being Brittany's center of attention, but for good reasons. Why it had to be done by such a disastrous accident, he had no idea.

Nevertheless, it had worked. He was now closer to Brittany, closer than humanly possible, even closer than the nature of Siamese twins. But it was so ironic; they were so close, yet there was hardly any physical contact. What's more, none of them, technically, hadn't seen the other for the past six months.

And yet, why was he still here?

Neither he nor Brittany had a clue as to how he could re-enter the realm of reality. It was starting to really take a toll on him, both mentally and physically. He yearned to be with her, to be in each other's arms; the cons had finally outweighed the pros of staying here in her mind. But that didn't mean that he knew how to escape. Furthermore, he could tell that her mind might have been metabolizing him, absorbing him or something of the like. What else could explain why she was adopting more and more of his tendencies, his strengths and boyish inclinations while he grew steadily weaker? Things weren't looking too good.

He began to cough, a thick and repulsive sound. He barely managed to suppress it by coughing into the inside of his elbow. Afterwards, he realized that he was hearing something foreign. Hearing, in and of itself was something new; there wasn't really anything that could make any sounds for him to hear save for whenever Brittany was speaking (or singing) to him.

Brittany was quiet.

So what the heck was making those sounds that seemed to be coming from downstairs?

His personal aches and distresses forgotten, he limped out of Brittany's bed and headed downstairs. Although tricky, Alvin had long mastered the tricks and mazes of the house and soon found himself back in the living room where he whiled away most of his days. The television was still on. He always left it on; the static helped kill the dead silence of the house (with 'white noise') whenever Brittany wasn't speaking to him, or asleep. For the past two or three months, the television had briefly shown splotches of color every now and again. Other times, it played a little audio. It was mostly like an echoing of whenever Brittany spoke, so he ignored it. He hadn't bothered to tell the chipette about these things because he had thought them insignificant.

Insignificant?

Alvin's eyes widened once she made it to the living room and saw fresh color shining and splayed out on the surrounding walls, courtesy of the television. 'Wait… it's working?!' Alvin could hardly believe his eyes as he shuffled over to the television and stood before it, staring closely. 'It's WORKING!' He yelled in thought excitedly. Well, this just got a whole lot more interesting! He thought he could hear something from it too, but once he turned up the volume on the television set, he realized that everything was working perfectly. Was this a fluke? Who cared? This was a far welcome respite from merely lying about the house all day, right?

However, on a far more important note, what was he watching?

It looked like something shot from the first perspective, like some of his favorite video games. Although he was used to it, he couldn't very well say that he knew any movies that utilized such a viewing tactic. What kind of a movie would be shot from the perspective of someone's viewpoint? A movie seen out of someone else's eyes? A movie through the standpoint of a cameraman, maybe?

With a shrug, Alvin took a few steps back to seat himself on the couch. Entertainment was entertainment, he supposed, and anything was welcome. But he had to wonder why the movie's setting seemed so… familiar? Wait, wait, wait… why was… wait… a girl protagonist? This was a female starring the movie, right? (He could tell from the petite hands and the neat manicure). However, something felt off. Really off. In fact, he was beginning to feel a lot of things right now, most of which was mainly confusion. "What kind of a weird movie is this?" He asked himself. He decided that he'd just wait and watch, just to see what would happen.

The person appeared to be rooting through a closet. Alvin watched with small bated breath, wondering if he would see a horrifying jump-scare. No such thing occurred, but he did see the pair of hands finally grasp a shoe-box that appeared to be hidden in a dark corner. The hands then removed the lid and pulled out some kind of… pink… stick thing.

Wait… backtrack a bit…

Alvin thought to himself what he had seen on the lid of the box. There had been some sort of label, title or something of the sort. 'Wait… I think it said 'B-M'. What does that stand for? 'B-M'?' He turned the thought over and over in his mind before realization finally dawned on him.

"Hey, Brittany!" He bellowed, hoping to get her attention.

=X=X=

She hadn't fully been at ease given her wanderings into a semi-carnal territory, but she had calmed down when she finally came to believe that her entire household was asleep. To finish, she retrieved her lewd toy from its hiding place and was about to head off to the bathroom-

"Hey, Brittany!"

"AHHHHH!" A shriek tore from lips as the sudden yell wrenched her from her calm state. In her fright, she very nearly dashed the incriminating toy away. "What the hell was that?!" She shouted in panic, before recognizing that the foreign voice was Alvin's, coming deep from within her own mind. "Alvin?!" She hissed loudly in rebuke. "Are you trying to give me a heart-attack?!"

"I just wanted to ask you what you were holding! I was just watching the TV in here, and I saw you take out that thing and I was wondering what it was-"

His explanation was cut short as her forgotten sisters were now rousing themselves from sleep and rubbing at their eyes to clear up their vision. "Brittany?" Eleanor called out groggily. "What's going on?"

"Yeah, Brittany?" This came from Jeanette, who yawned widely. "Where's the fire?"

Caught like a fish in a barrel, Brittany gaped at the racy toy in her hand awkwardly and before hiding it behind her and stuffed the damned thing halfway-down her pajama pants to conceal it. Trying to ignore the awkward bulge the cussed thing made against her backside, she made her response. "Nothing, nothing! I just had a nightmare! Go back to sleep." Her voice was pleading. Now, she was really regretting not having gone to bed… damn hormones! "Only a nightmare."

Eleanor blinked in disbelief. "Then why the heck are you standing in front of the closet?"

"Um…" Brittany dug deep for a believable lie but could find none. "I… was sleepwalking?" She said lamely.

"Really?" Alvin was stumped as he listened in while watching the television; there was no surprise that he layered the sarcasm all over his words. "That's all you got?"

"You be quiet!" Brittany whispered fiercely, knowing that he heard. "Anyway," she said louder this time. "Don't fret about it!" She quickly brainstormed for a reason to bug out of the room in a hurry. "I'm gonna go get some water." She walked backwards to the bedroom door, keeping her concealed item out of their view and left in similar fashion. She bumbled in her attempts, but since she didn't mess up her primary objective of hiding the toy, it was worth it. She was soon gone, and Eleanor turned to face Jeanette.

"I think she's crazy," Eleanor deadpanned as soon as she was sure that her sister had left.

"Now, now, Ellie!" Jeanette chastised. "We can't think that about our own sister! Although…" The chipette scratched at her chin. "Then again… maybe she's not far from it."

The green Miller merely shrugged. "Do you think she was 'saucing the taco' again? Does she really think we don't know about it?"

"We can't let her know that we know about it!" Jeanette protested. "Besides, it'd be too awkward. I knew we shouldn't have been snooping in her shoeboxes for shoes we could wear…"

"Forget that." Eleanor was about to go back to sleep when a new thought came to her. "Come to think of it… didn't she yell Alvin's name after she screamed?"

Jeanette's jaw dropped in disbelief as she thought of the implications. "Was she thinking of him when she-...Oh my God."

=X=X=

Brittany padded silently on her bare-feet through the front door, before making a beeline to the trash-cans. Removing her leery object from its hiding place, she (regretfully) tossed it into the can before slamming the can's lid down in finality, its resounding clang was like a mere echo of her mood and realization.

For so long, she had thought that her privacy was gone. And now to hear Alvin's rambling about the television in her head that was showing him what she saw…

Now it was. Her privacy was now well and truly gone.

The chipette felt like crying. "Oh God, why?. How the hell am I going to shower now?" While her main thought, it wasn't her main concern. Just taking a bath was one of the many things that Alvin could now see freely. Who knows what else? Her embarrassing doodles in her notebooks at school about drawing both she and Alvin in hearts? The girl's locker room after gym class?!

Alvin had no response to that. What could he say? But being Alvin, he still had something to say regardless.

"Um… Brittany? I don't know if this is a bad time… but could you go watch a late night movie on TV?"

Brittany groaned as she headed back inside the house. "No, Alvin. I've got school tomorrow."