Blue moon
 
>be anon
>lying in bed, thinking about your life
>girlfriend broke up with you today, turns out she's been cheating on you this whole time with Brad
>fuck brad
>she already did anon
>shut up brain, nobody asked you
>well, on the bright side, you don't have to go to school for three weeks
>merry fuckin' Christmas
>in your self loathing despair you didn't hear your door open
>"hey nonny..? You okay?"
>it's dashie
>she'll kill you if you call her that, but she'll always be dashie to you
"Yeah dash, I'm fine."
>you're a little choked up, and your voice croaks when you say
"I just want to be alone dash... Thank you for worrying about me."
>"yeah, no problem squirt. If you wanna talk you know where to find me." She gives a worried smile and quietly closes the door behind her as she leaves.
>damn it
>seven months!
>seven months she was cheating on you!
"God, DAMNIT!"
>you punch the headboard of your bed, splitting your knuckles
>blood coats your hands
>moms gonna kill you when she sees your sheets
>you've got so much pent up emotion, anger, depression, loneliness... But the one that hurts the most, betrayal
>you lay down on the floor, curl up in a ball and cry
>it's quiet at first, but it gradually becomes louder before finally becoming a steady flow of tears and hushed moans of emotional pain
>feels bad man
>"hey, hey nonny... You're gonna be okay. Big sis' got you."
>you didn't hear her come back in
>guess you weren't exactly quiet
>you're too deep in your fit to react, and dash puts her hand on your shoulder
>"Ada was a bitch anon. You know how I felt about her, and if I ever see her again I'm gonna beat her bitch ass."
>it'd serve that slut right
"Th-thanks d-d-dash..."
>"do you want me to leave anon, it's okay, I understand if you still want to be alone."
"No! Please, please stay dash..."
>she looks at you with a loving smile you're not used to seeing her wear
>usually she's so self absorbed she never bothers to even talk to you
>it means a lot for her to be here
"Okay nonny, I'll be here until you tell me to go."
>she gently runs her fingers through your hair
>you lay there crying with your sister caressing your hair for a while, until finally you stop crying and bring yourself to sit up.
"Hey dash, can... Can I get a hug..?"
>she looks at you for a second
>she's not really a snugly person, maybe you overstepped a boundary
>"of course nonny, whatever you need"
>she shuffles back and blushes
>you slowly move in for a hug, and wrap your arms around her
>she makes a squeaking sound, her body limp while you hug her
>you give embrace your sister and feel the pain of betrayal melt away
>your sister gives good hugs
>you release your hold on your sister and she's blushing, and trying to hide her face
>"do you feel better anon?"
"Yeah, much better. Thank you dash, this means a lot that you're here when I'm like... This."
>you gesture to your face, streaks where tears were just minutes before still evident
>"I-if you're okay I've gotta go... Run. Or something."
"Okay dash. I'm doing better. I think I'll be okay on my own. Thank you."
>you smile at her, and she gives a shy smile back
>mushy feelings aren't really her thing
>"all right squirt, I'll be around. Smell ya later!"
>she seems to have mustered up her usual demeanor again, and bolts for the door and quickly leaves
"That's why we call you dash, dashie."
>you mutter, chuckling to yourself
>seriously, fuck Ada
>bitch
>I'll have my own relaxing night, with blackjack and hookers!
>okay not really, but there will be video games and food
>booting up your xbox and ordering a 3 meat pizza you get lost inside your vidya
>the pizza arrives shortly, you greet the pizza guy, pay for your food, and begin to walk back to your room
>you can do this anon, you're doing fine!
>Ada's a bitch, you can do great on your own!
>just gonna relax this evening with some vidya and piz... What's that?
>you're hearing a faint moaning sound coming from the room beside you
>it's faint, but you can hear it
>dash's room
>... Danger zone
>is she hurt? She might have gotten a cramp in her leg from running or something
>she could've tripped and hit her head on something! Oh god what do I do?
>cautiously open the door to avoid hitting her in case she's in front of it
>why else would the noise be so loud?
>you walk over to the door and slowly open it
"Hey dash, are you..."
>oh fuck
>you have fucked up now
>"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING GET THE FUCK OUT!"
>oh god
"I'm leaving leaving leaving leaving leaving..!"
>you close the door
>oh man
>that... Fuck
>she was naked
>on her bed
>hands in her pants
>well one hand, the other was on her bre- GOD DAMNIT
>gonna apologize if she brings it up later, until then, pretend it never happened
>pizza, vidya, pizza, vidya remember the plan
>arriving in your room, you sit down and boot up cowadoody and nom on a slice
>the image of your sister masturbating is burned into your vision
>you fucked up big time anon
>she'll probably just never talk about it, but still
>oh well, match is starting
>can't kill with a mind full of naked sister
 
"Gughhh..."
>good morning anon
>you're still sitting in your chair with a pizza slice in your lap, and a controller on the pizza slice
>the console is still on
>you grab ahold of the pizza slice and take a bite
>looks like it's pizza for breakfast
>taking another bite of your slice, you get up and power down your console, and walk out to the kitchen
>coffee time
>upon arrival to the kitchen, you see your sister sitting at the counter drinking a fatass cup of orange juice
>seriously, that's a big cup of orange juice
>she seems stressed, but I suppose that's no surprise
>should you try and break the ice?
"Good morning dash"
>you say in a casual tone
>like nothing ever happened
>"good morning anon."
"I'm about to make coffee, I can make some for you too if you'd like."
>"yeah, sure anon. I think I could use a cup."
>okey dokey then
>you start making the coffee, pour in the grounds, heat up the water...
>"hey anon?"
>fuck
"Yes dash?"
>"what did you see..?"
>diffuse the situation anon, you can do this
"I didn't see anything dash"
>you say with an understanding smile
>she blushes
>she's been doing that a lot recently
>she mulls over your answer
>"th-thanks anon."
>you wordlessly wait for your coffee, checking your phone games for the morning
>you can tell dash is nervously looking at you out of the corner of her eye
>she's just nervous about yesterday you guess
>coffee's done
>you pour yourself a cup and put a decent amount of sugar in, and some peppermint creamer
"How do you want your coffee Dash?"
>"black is fine."
>you pour her a mug and bring it to her
>you sit down across from her and continue playing your phone games
>simple morning
>it's going to be a boring few weeks
>it's probably going to be a boring day too...
"Hey dash?"
>she jerks up a little as you ask, clearly still a little nervous
>"yeah, anon?"
"Do you have any plans for today?"
>"I was going to go running, get something to eat and then come back later I guess. Didn't plan it too much."
>sounds better than staying here all day, if she'll let you
"Can I come with you? I'm a little chubby, I could use the exercise."
>she giggles quietly, little snorts mixed in with her laughter
>"you're not chubby anon, you're fine."
"I wanna go anyways, this place is super boring."
>"fair enough. But you're buying lunch, and I'm not slowing down for you!"
>everything is back to normal
>ultimate problem solver, that's you
>you head into your room and find a pair of jeans and a shirt
>the only hoodie you can find is a gray hoodie with a big happy face on it
>why not?
>you put on your clothing, and head out to meet dash
>you make sure to make an exaggerated angry face when you see her to contrast the happy face on your hoodie
>she'll laugh, guaranteed
>she walks out into the hallway and looks at you
>her face goes from surprise, to confusion, to laughter
>she has an adorable laugh, most people find snort-laughing gross or weird
>however, you find it cute
>"what are you WEARING anon?"
>she says between fits of laughter
"My 'I'm smiling on the inside' hoodie"
>"well you look ridiculous!"
>gee, thanks dash
>you observe her outfit, she's wearing a blue hoodie with big feathery wing designs on the back with lots of fur around the neck
>she's also wearing track pants, and running shoes
"Gee, thanks dash. I think your outfit is nice. Try compliments every now and then."
>she blushes
>is there something medically wrong with her making her blush?
"Although I think track pants in December is a bad idea."
>"I think jeans are a bad choice for running..."
"It's cold!"
>"I'll be fine! Geez!"
>she crosses her arms and glares at you
>you're not her keeper, whatever
>but I will say 'I told you so' when she's cold later
>"now if you're ready, and done complaining, let's go!"
>the two of you walk out and get in Dash's car
>it's an older model Corvette
>sky blue with cloud decals, and rainbow themed lightning bolts appear to be shooting from the tires
 
 
>dash gets in drivers side and you get in the passengers seat beside her
>taking your seat you look over and see your sister don her sunglasses
>"buckle your seatbelt."
>your sister is a crazy driver
>but probably the best damn driver you've ever seen
>you put on your seatbelt
>she starts the car, the engine roaring to life as a smile creeps across both of your faces
>"this is gonna be so totally fuckin' rad!"
>she hits the gas and the car pulls out of the driveway, quickly turns 45 degrees to the left to face down the road, and she slams on the gas sending you into your seat
>"woohoo! I hope I'm not scaring ya anon!"
>you look over at the speedometer
>70...75...80
>Jesus Christ were going fast
>85...90...
>when the speedometer hits 95 your sister begins to smile
>she really loves driving, or maybe she just likes the adrenaline that comes with going as fast as possible
>she's in her own world right now, and it's amazing to see her so happy
>even if you're traveling a hundred miles an hour down the road
>if you didn't trust dash so much as a driver you'd be shitting your pants
>"another five minutes till were in town anon! Just kick back and relax!"
>the engine revs, you're smiling and the Pegasus bobble head on the dashboard is going crazy
>you look over and see your sisters hair flowing in the wind
>her smile, so bright and cheery
>and you know that if she wasn't wearing those sunglasses, her eyes would be sparkling with excitement
>you have a stunningly beautiful sister
>after a few short minutes you arrive in town, the car returns to legal speeds, and her smile becomes her usual expression again
>you can't wait to see her smile again when you drive home with her
>you arrive at the park, pull in to the parking lot and kill the engine
>she takes a deep breath, and releases it in a sigh
>"alright anon, we'll start from here, and run our way down to Togos, get a bite to eat, and jog back."
>yeesh didn't think about all the running
>you are not a quiter, bring it on.
"All right, gimme the best you got dashie, I'll keep up."
>"haha, it's cute that you think you can keep up. I'm only going to slow down a little bit for you. And don't call me dashie."
>whoops
>she slugs you in the shoulder
>"alright... Ready, set... Go!"
>let's do this!
>you start off running at too speed, and notice your sister grin as she notices your effort
>gradually you become fatigued and begin to slow down, your sister taking the lead
>"come on anon! You can do better than that!"
>you're panting pretty hard
>your lungs are on fire
>damn your sides hurt, and not in the good way
>"if you can catch me now, I'll pay for lunch instead!"
>really?
>you need that money
>onaholes are expensive and Palmela just isn't cutting it nowadays
>you can do this anon!
>you take a deep breath, and focus as much as you can on running
>you take deep, rhythmic breaths, ignoring the pain in your legs and blasting as much energy as you can into them
>holy shit you're catching up
>you can do this anon you've fuckin got this
>you approach your sister, making gradual progress to getting near enough to tag her
>oh god you feel like a hive of hornets have set up shop inside your chest and razor blades have been shoved down your throat
>but you're so close
>there's plenty of time to be in pain when you're eating lunch that you made your sister pay for
>food that you won
>eye of the tiger motherfucker
>you catch up to her, and run along side her
>she's not even sweating
>she grins at you, and to your bewildering surprise
>she picks up even more speed
>it's like she's made to run
>you're fucked
>you're only a man
>you'll pay for lunch
>damn it it's not worth dying over
>you decrease speed, and see Togos just ahead, your sister just kicking up her feet against the wall to wait for you
>finally you're in front of Togos
>so tired it's redic-
>Jesus Christ you're head hurts
>fuck it hurts man
>fuck the pain in your lungs, this is even worse!
>it's like an air pump is hooked up to your skull
>you collapse to your knees, and dash runs over
>"anon are you okay? What's wrong?"
"Headache... It's like being skullfucked by satan..."
>she's panicked, trying to find out what's wrong
>so worried she didn't even say 'ew'
>"Anon have you anything to drink today?"
>just coffee
>wait
>you're an idiot
"Just coffee..."
>"damnit anon you're dehydrated. I'll go in and get you a water cup, I'll be out in a sec. Hang in there."
>does she expect you to leisurely saunter away? Maybe sprinkle flower petals and sing while skipping too?
>another minute of agony goes by, leaning up against the store, your hand on your head and your eyes closed, wincing in pain
>"anon? Anon! I got your water."
>thank the gods
>grabbing the cup of freezing cold water, you down it like it's... Well, water.
>it's like drinking heaven
>if your headache didn't hurt so much you'd probably have brain freeze
>you probably do but can't feel it
>eventually the pain subsides
"That. Fucking. HURT."
>"you're welcome..."
"Thanks dash. Felt like I was gonna die."
>"with the way you were running before I'm surprised you didn't. I didn't expect you to be able to match me even if I was going slow. I had to kick it up to top gear to outrun you."
>feelsgoodman.jpg
>with a smug smile she gives you a thumbs up
>"I'm impressed anon, that was really unexpected. And I'll tell you what, for doing so well and pushing your limits, lunch is officially on me."
>compliments, pride, and money for an onahole
>today is a good day
>dash walks inside and orders a footlong roast beef sandwich
>...with bacon, and chicken, and lettuce and olives and tomatoes...
>girl likes her sandwiches
>"what do you want anon?"
>looking at the menu, it all looks good, but you decide on a classic
>meatball marinara sub
>oh fuck yes
"I'll take the meatball marina and a large soda."
>you watch dash reach into her pocket to get her wallet
>you know, she has a really nice... Pair of pants. Yup. Just a nice pair of pants. Anything else would be weird.
>cuz she's your sister
>looking back up to the counter, you realize the woman at the desk noticed you looking at dash's ass
>she's looking at you with a smirk
>safe to assume she doesn't know you're her brother
>dash notices her smirk
>"um, is something funny?"
>"no, just... Remembered a joke."
>the woman at the counter looks at you
>"uhuh." Dash says, with a look of edge and confusion
>"you're number 278."
>without another word, dash takes the receipt and waits for the food
>Soon the food is done, and dash takes the tray with your sandwiches and drink cups over to a table
>you take out your wallet and slip the woman at the counter a ten while dash isn't looking
"Thank you."
>you say to the woman quietly as you follow behind dash
>that was almost really awkward, good thing she wasn't weird about it
>you didn't even mean to look...
>oh well
>dash sits down at the table and unwraps her sandwich
>that thing is enormous
>dash opens her mouth and takes a bite
>you happen to notice
>she can fit the whole circumference In Her mouth
>that's... Not something you need to know
>you choose to ignore it
>what is up with you today
"Hey dash, I'll get the drinks, what do you want?"
>she munches on her mouthful of sandwich
>she promptly swallows the food
>impurethoughts.jpg
>"yeah, I'll take a sprite. Thanks anon."
"N-no problem."
>you grab both cups from the tray and take them to the soda machine
>sprite for dash
>and a dr pepper for you
>carefully putting a lid and straw on each cup, you return to the table and hand dash her drink
>you slide into the seat opposite dash, and unwrap your sandwich
>it's asking to be eaten
>taking a huge bite, your jaw practically unhinges as you get a mouthful of the most amazing thing you've ever eaten
>or at least it feels that way, thanks to your run earlier
>the sandwich becomes your world
>the meatballs, your sky
>the marinara, your grass
>and the cheesebread, your lover
>shivers run up your spine
>this is the absolute best thing you've ever eaten
>dash notices as you begin tearing up
>"uh, anon? Are you okay?"
"This is... This is amazing dash, it's so amazing..."
>"it's just a sandwich anon."
"It's so good..."
>"just keep it in your pants anon."
>dash chuckles
>a few tears and one sandwich later, dash gets up and puts the remainder of her sandwich in a bag
>you finish off your soda and dash walks over to the soda machine to dump out the rest of hers
>you however walk over and refill your drink
>at the cost of another headache, this time from brainfreeze, you finish the whole cup in one drink
>"I've never seen anyone eat like that. You might have a problem if that keeps up anon. I can't keep up this rockin' bod' if I eat like that."
>dash poses
>she twists her back away from you, accentuating her legs, butt, and back
>she also simultaneously goes into a "gun show" pose
>she's right
>she does have a "rockin' bod'"
>you can't help but look at her butt again
>okay, she really does have a nice ass
>just don't stare too much, it's weird
>she looks over her shoulder at you
>you jerk your eyes away from her figure just in time(?) and walk over to the trash to dispose of your cup
>"alright, let's jog back to the car."
"Alright... Go a bit easy, we did just eat."
>"don't be a wuss anon, just do it."
>ugh
>both of you exit the store, and stand out in front
>dash is doing stretches, and doing breathing exercises
>you are anon
>you don't know any stretches or breathing exercises
>you don't want to look like an idiot, standing around while she prepares
>but being an idiot is what you do best
>you begin performing yoga-like poses and breathing deeply, quickly
>you sound like a pedophile who's cornered his prey
>as soon as dash looks at you, her face contorts into a scrunch
>"you look like you're about to give birth!"
>dash breaks out into laughter looking at you
>every time she looks over at you her laughter intensifies
>you stop "exercising" and just stare at dash
>she's still laughing at you
>you feel your face flush red as you glare at her
>"anon... *laugh* you looked... *laugh* you looked... *inhale* so ridiculous!"
>she's crying now
>okay your feelings are beginning to genuinely be hurt now
>poker face
>gradually, she begins to come down from her laughing fit
>thank god
>"okay *giggle* I'm done."
>her giggles begin to die out and she wipes the tears from her eyes
>"that was the funniest thing I've seen in a while anon, thank you. I really, really needed that."
>gee dash I'm glad you find me so hilarious to laugh at
>you're being butthurt
>knock it off anon
>stifling your pride, you speak up
"Alright, ready to go when you are dash."
>"haha, okay. My sides hurt from laughing, so were just going to power walk instead of jog."
>huh. Okay.
"Following you."
>and she begins power walking down the sidewalk towards the car
>she looks kinda like a penguin when she walks like that
>you begin to powerwalk behind her, and realize how ridiculous you must look
>you need only look ahead at your sister to realize it
>she payed for lunch, so you decide to suck it up for her sake
>as you powerwalk your eyes gravitate to her waist again
>seriously. Sister or not she has a nice ass.
>drawing ever closer to the car, you alternate between looking ahead and looking at dash's ass
>after much ogling and walking you arrive at the car
>luckily you look up from her ass before she turns around to look at you
>"alright, so that's that. How'd you like spending the evening with your big sis?"
"Exhausting and painful."
>"humph."
>that's all, just a single exhale that could pass as a laugh
>"I'll take it you enjoyed it?"
"It could've been worse, and it's better than staying at home doing nothing."
>"you're welcome. For the evening and the sandwich."
"I guess you really didn't need to do either... Thanks dash."
>she smiles
>"no problem anon."
>it's been a good evening
>it's still only four in the afternoon, so I guess there's time to do more, but you're pretty tuckered out
>gonna catch some z's when you get home
>your sister gets in the car and unlocks the door for you
>you sit down in the passenger seat once again, releasing a sigh of relief when you sit down
>your muscles are screaming at you
>and it feels so good
>you made a good decision today
>"jeez, it stinks in here."
>now that you think about it, you're both a little sweaty from exercising
>okay it's almost entirely you, but she's sweating a little.
"Sorry dash, I don't exercise very often. Not used to the exertion."
>"ah, it's alright. I don't mind the smell that much. I was just saying."
>doesn't mind it huh?
>guess she had to get used to it when she started exercising
>it was really kind of her to bring you out here with her and get you started, maybe you'll do this again if she'll let you
"Thank you for letting me come with you dash. I've been getting a bit out of shape, and I needed this."
>"you look fine anon, you're just about the perfect size."
>perfect size?
"Well I just think I'm getting a bit more on the heavy side..."
>"anon how much do you weigh?"
>... Last time you checked was two months ago, since the bathroom scale broke
"Last time I checked, 185."
>"anon, you're fine. And any extra weight can be turned directly into muscle."
>I guess
>"just... Don't put yourself down like that okay squirt? It's bad for ya, trust me."
"Alrighty dash. I'm usually joking when I talk about my weight, but thank you for being so concerned."
>she didn't care before
>actually she used to tease you about your weight
>dash is acting strange... But it's better this way
>why fix what ain't broken?
>"no problem... And anytime you need someone for anything, you can always ask me. I'm here for you anon."
>she's probably talking about when you were crying last night
>you haven't thought about Ada all day, and in more ways than one, it's all because of dash
>you're starting to feel better and less alone
>you look over at dash
>she has a serious, emotional look
>alright it's worth the risk
>you lean in and break eye contact for a second
>and you wrap your arms around her, resting your chin above her right shoulder
"Thank you dash."
>she's speechless
>she wraps her arms around you and returns the hug, nestling her head on your shoulder
>you remain in your embrace for a bit, just sitting in silence as you hold eachother
>her chest rises and falls against yours, and you know she can feel the rise and fall of yours
>there is no thought
>no logic
>no brother or sister
>no man and woman
>just a person in need, and someone who cares
>eventually, she pulls away from the hug and you pull away in response
>she's blushing again
>"n-no problem anon. Any time."
>and with that, she puts her key in the ignition, turns it, and the car rumbles to life