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6/12/2025, 3:19:27 PM
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>Everything, including the truth behind your sprained ankle, is agreed upon to remain a secret.
>Even as everything finally winds down and the two youngest boys head up the stairs, Candy can't help but continue to ponder how... strange they are.
>They've been so caught up in their own hyperactive imaginations that they probably won't even remember Candy after tonight.
>---
>There’s just something about Candy that excites you, and you can’t put your finger on it.
>It’s not even like one of those lame moments at school when one of the boys had a crush on one of the girls like in the cartoons and got clowned on for it.
>You’re alone this time albeit the company of your younger brothers who have already gone to bed just now anyway.
>Due to being older, you’re allowed to stay up until 10, an hour later than their 9pm bedtime.
>This is one of the reasons why they’ve gotten so spiteful towards you like annoying little villains seeking revenge.
>And you better believe they’d tell on you if they hear you go up to your room for bed even a single minute too far after 10.
>But that usual time constraint isn’t even the main thing that’s on your mind this time, which is a first.
>Your brain surprisingly goes back to the way Candy’s smooth shoulders look in the glow from the TV screen.
>You want to just run your hand across that smooth perfect skin for some reason.
>Candy’s bra strap humbly peeks out from the fabric of her sleeveless shirt clinging to her shoulder.
>You’re not sure what to make of this, but you can *sense* her chest stuffing her black tank top.
>You can *sense* how much her bra cups must be cradling her boobs right now and how it very slightly strains those bra straps tightly slung over Candy’s smooth shoulders.
>You remember beginning to notice girls at school start to get their boobs, and there was a surprisingly low amount of teasing about it, especially low from the guys.
>You didn’t really care about it, but found it weird how your friends started being either super nice to the girls getting their boobs or super mean to them, each occurrence starting up out of nowhere.
>It was confusing to try to understand, why more and more of your friends started acting weird around girls.
>But now, there’s just something about Candy.
>Everything, including the truth behind your sprained ankle, is agreed upon to remain a secret.
>Even as everything finally winds down and the two youngest boys head up the stairs, Candy can't help but continue to ponder how... strange they are.
>They've been so caught up in their own hyperactive imaginations that they probably won't even remember Candy after tonight.
>---
>There’s just something about Candy that excites you, and you can’t put your finger on it.
>It’s not even like one of those lame moments at school when one of the boys had a crush on one of the girls like in the cartoons and got clowned on for it.
>You’re alone this time albeit the company of your younger brothers who have already gone to bed just now anyway.
>Due to being older, you’re allowed to stay up until 10, an hour later than their 9pm bedtime.
>This is one of the reasons why they’ve gotten so spiteful towards you like annoying little villains seeking revenge.
>And you better believe they’d tell on you if they hear you go up to your room for bed even a single minute too far after 10.
>But that usual time constraint isn’t even the main thing that’s on your mind this time, which is a first.
>Your brain surprisingly goes back to the way Candy’s smooth shoulders look in the glow from the TV screen.
>You want to just run your hand across that smooth perfect skin for some reason.
>Candy’s bra strap humbly peeks out from the fabric of her sleeveless shirt clinging to her shoulder.
>You’re not sure what to make of this, but you can *sense* her chest stuffing her black tank top.
>You can *sense* how much her bra cups must be cradling her boobs right now and how it very slightly strains those bra straps tightly slung over Candy’s smooth shoulders.
>You remember beginning to notice girls at school start to get their boobs, and there was a surprisingly low amount of teasing about it, especially low from the guys.
>You didn’t really care about it, but found it weird how your friends started being either super nice to the girls getting their boobs or super mean to them, each occurrence starting up out of nowhere.
>It was confusing to try to understand, why more and more of your friends started acting weird around girls.
>But now, there’s just something about Candy.
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