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Friday 7th February, 2020; 16:11 I'd never really got along with my parents, even at the best of times. I'd thought them overly strict, old-fashioned and unsympathetic. They'd thought of me as lazy, ungrateful and lacking in any sort of plan for the future. I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise when, not long after my 19th birthday - when I'd failed to get into university a second time - the row happened. And I suppose it shouldn't have come as a surprise to me when, after the row, my parents kicked me out of the house so that I would finally, in their own words 'sink or swim'. I chose a third option. Whilst my relationship with my older sister Holly had been rather distant - she was 8 years older than me and we'd never really had much common ground - she too had butted heads with our parents more often than not when she'd been living under their roof, and sympathised with me when I explained my situation. As such I'd been living in the spare room of her flat in the seaside town of Coveleigh for the past few weeks, and enjoying the absence of daily chastisement I'd gotten used to from our parents. Not that our current arrangement was without any chastisement, however... "Again, Zach?!" Holly sighed from the doorway to my room. She had just returned home from her day shift as a waitress at The Silver Shark, one of the harbourside restaurants, and was still wearing her uniform. Whilst I'd teased her about being chubby when we were smaller, Holly had lost much of her baby fat whilst retaining her curves, which were compressed into a white blouse, knee length black pencil skirt and black leggings. Her shiny black heeled shoes were held in one of her hands as the other, wielding a Royal Mail 'Sorry We Missed You' slip like a weapon, gesticulated wildly. "How have you spent the entire day playing video games and masturbating?" I opened my mouth to protest but Holly shut me down, her emerald green eyes afire and her wavy dark hair flailing wildly as if lifted by some unseen gust of air. "Don't try and deny it, this room stinks of dried cum - it's bad enough just standing in the doorway. Open up a window and let in some fresh sea air, for crying out loud!" Holly groaned. "You've not even pulled the curtains! I asked if you could answer the door when my packages arrived but you couldn't even do that, could you? I'm going to have to drive down to the collection office now..." she trailed off, her hands on her broad hips. "Sorry, Holly..." I replied meekly, ashamed of my behaviour. I knew I needed to get my act together, but some days just getting out of bed felt enough of a challenge. "It's... it's fine, Zach," Holly sighed, shaking her head and raising a hand to her forehead. "I'm really trying not to sound heartless here, but I can see why she and Dad couldn't put up with your behaviour any longer. I mean, you've not been here a month and I'm reaching the end of my tether, and I always thought I was quite easy-going. I mean, is everything alright, Zach?" she asked, looking at me with a concerned expression on her face. "You're not, like, depressed or anything? You don't get out, you don't eat much, you don't take care of yourself... I'd hate to come home and find you'd taken a bath with the toaster or something, you know?" "I'm fine, Holly, really," I replied in a weak attempt at reassurement. In all honesty it was not just possible, but entirely probable that I was suffering from depression. More than once I'd considered taking myself to the GP and asking about anything to help my mood, but that would mean overcoming two things - one, the mammoth task of registering at a new GP practice in the town, arranging a GP appointment, then getting dressed in a presentable manner, leaving the house, and performing the social interaction necessary to possibly achieve a prescription for 'happy pills' - and two, the equally mammoth task of getting past the roadblock in my mind, placed there by my parents, that was telling me depression wasn't a real thing and that all I really needed to do was stop being sad and pull myself together. "Right - well, as long as you say so," Holly muttered. "Just... I know we've not got the closest relationship, Zach, but I'd want you to feel you could come to me if you were struggling. Okay?" She asked, labouring the point. "I know, I know," I sighed sharply, before adding in a softer tone: "Thanks, Holly. How was work?" "Less said about it the better," she tutted, rolling her eyes. It was her turn to sigh now. "It's the same as ever - entitled day tourists and overfamiliar regulars wearing me down. That's one of the reasons I was so annoyed you'd not opened the door for the packages," Holly added mysteriously." "Oh?" I asked, intrigued. "I've had a new company get in touch with me about my social media influencing," Holly grinned, her face coming alive with enthusiasm and excitement. "They've sent me a whole load of stuff - for free - to try out and promote! I don't even need to return stuff when I'm done!" she beamed. "That's great news!" I exclaimed in genuine happiness for her. I knew Holly was tired of her job as a waitress and spent far more of her time and energy into developing her social media influencing career. I didn't consider it a real job, but then I was hardly one to talk about hard work - besides, it made her happy. Also, despite her influencing being in its infancy, it surprisingly seemed to make her just as much money as her current job did. All she needed was one good sponsor; one good brand deal, and I figured she'd strike it rich. Perhaps that was what this new company would provide... "I know! Once I've changed and showered I'm going to head down to the collection office so I can get started straight away - I want them to know how grateful I am for the opportunity to represent their company," Holly stated. "What is the company?" I asked politely. My stomach rumbled. I hadn't eaten anything for lunch and was relying on Holly coming home and cooking something, so the knowledge that she might not be making dinner for a while yet disheartened me. I suppose if I'd got off my arse and answered the door earlier I wouldn't be in this mess, though, so I bit my tongue and listened intently. "So I'm not really sure," Holly replied, her brow furrowing. "They?re called Simeon Paydes International. One of their talent agents, someone called Darby, contacted me on Instagram last week to say they liked my posts - you know, the ones I did modelling those swimsuits for Grangers?" I nodded - after all, I'd been the one Holly had enlisted to take some of the photos. It had felt weird taking photos of my older sister wearing revealing swimsuits - and my porn searches that night had been a tad shameful, even for me - but they had been great photos, if I say so myself. "Yeah, I remember - so is this company another swimsuit company?" I asked. "I don't think so," replied Holly. "I think they do produce some clothing and stuff, but they mentioned accessories and jewellery and a wide range of products - so I'm excited to see what they've sent me! Look, time's already getting on and the collection centre will be shut before long," Holly added, looking down at her phone. "There's a microwave meal in the freezer if you're hungry - some pasta bake or something. I need to shower and change before nipping out to pick up these packages, but hopefully it shouldn't be too long before I'm back," she trailed off as she walked away down the hallway. "And whilst it's getting too late in the day for there to be much point pulling those curtains - open a damn window!" Holly called, her voice getting fainter as the sounds of the shower kicked in and the bathroom door slammed shut. I sighed, shaking my head, but I knew she had a point. Getting up from my desk and strolling over to the window, I flung back the curtains and reached up to open the window. Sea air rolled in enthusiastically, reminding me what the outside world smelled like, and I took a moment to appreciate a view that didn?t involve my laptop and my favourite website - PornVids.com. I gazed down the street toward the harbour, listening to the seagulls hounding people for chips and hearing the waves crash against the nearby shore. It was almost definitely an addiction, or at least a very poor coping strategy for my depression, I thought to myself. Sure, there were always jokes about teenage boys masturbating so hard they went blind, but I sincerely doubted most 19 year old guys jerked their cocks to porn as much as I did. It was a wonder I?d not damaged my penis or developed some dysfunction, what with how I assaulted it every minute of the day. I almost felt sorry for it. It wasn?t the longest or the thickest - in fact, compared with national averages, let alone pornstar cocks, I knew I was undeniably on the ?below average? side of things - but it never failed to give me that momentary burst of dopamine release that made me feel happy. ...until the shame of what I?d just masturbated to flooded into my mind, crashing upon me like waves against the shore. My thoughts flicked back to the night after I?d taken those swimsuit pictures of Holly. What if this Simeon Paydes International company sent her clothing just as, if not more, revealing as those swimsuits had been? I briefly wondered if I?d bookmarked that video from last time, then told myself off and, finally obeying the grumbling of my stomach, wandered to the kitchen to unearth the frozen ?pasta bake or something?. There weren?t any mirrors in my bedroom. I could never really put my finger on it but I hated meeting my own gaze in mirrors - probably due to the shame I felt about how I was throwing my life away. The only glimpses I usually caught of my reflection was in the dark screen of my laptop or when I left the confines of my room in search of food or need for the bathroom. Holly had placed a large full-length mirror in the corridor which I knew she used to check her reflection before leaving the house. She wasn?t vain, but she believed in keeping up a good appearance - which I suppose came from her public-facing job as a waitress and aspirations as an influencer. I, meanwhile, took no such care about my appearance. Whilst Holly and I shared certain superficial familial similarities - pale skin, dark hair, green eyes, and the same vertically challenged gene that meant we?d stopped growing at the heady height of 5?6" - that was where the similarities ended. Holly used various make-ups to make herself look a little less like a china doll - I was as pale as the day I was born, if not more so. Holly curled her long dark hair to make it look wavy and bouncy - mine had grown long, true, but was greasy and scraggly instead. I didn?t meet my gaze enough to comment on our eyes. And as aforementioned, whilst Holly had been chubby in her youth and toned this down into attractive curves, I looked like I?d not eaten a proper meal in years - which I suppose was accurate, come to think of it. I was wearing the same clothes I?d been in for the past few days - which Holly was almost certainly going to tell me off for when she realised - a black and green striped long sleeved top and dark grey long pyjama bottoms. The grey boxers I had on were fresh on that morning, but after the masturbation marathon I?d been through today they might as well have been days old too. I?d not brought much in the way of clothing when I?d left mum and dad?s - but then I?d never owned much in the first place. Shopping was boring as hell, and why bother buying new stuff when the boring old stuff still fit - and only had a few holes in? By the time I?d unearthed the pasta bake and set it going in the microwave, Holly had resurfaced from the bathroom and had changed into a light floral dress and white plimsolls. "Don?t think I?ve not noticed you?re wearing the same filthy clothes again, Zach," Holly tutted as she walked across to grab her handbag and the post office collection slip. "I want those in the wash and you wearing something clean by the time I get back - it?s unhygienic." "I don?t have anything clean," I groaned. "And I don?t know how the washing machine works." "What, nothing?" Holly sighed in disbelief. "Zach, I showed you how to use the washing machine on day one - how do you still not know how to use it?" I did have some clean clothes, obviously, but I was being genuine about not having used the washing machine independently yet. The labour did not appeal to me. "Well, you?ll just have to wear something of mine," Holly winked cheekily. "You?re about the same size as me anyway, pipsqueak." "You realise you just insulted yourself there, too," I countered, sticking my tongue out. "I?m not wearing girls? clothes." "I?m above average height for a woman - you?re below average for a man," Holly smirked. "Either find something clean of yours, wash something, or wear some unisex-looking pyjamas of mine. I won?t be long picking these packages up, so act fast!" She smiled, grabbing her car keys and heading out the front door of the flat. I was about to turn back to watch my meal rotating in the microwave when Holly poked her head around the door again. "On second thoughts, don?t wear anything of mine - you look as if you?ve not showered in a week and I don?t want your grime on my clothes!" Holly teased, sticking her tongue out. I blew a raspberry back at her by means of reply, and then she was gone for good. I couldn?t help but feel a tinge of disappointment as I turned back to the microwave, mere seconds away from providing me with a mediocre meal, but I couldn?t understand why. The microwave alarmed, and I shook the thoughts from my mind by taking the pasta bake back to my room and opening up a webpage, which defaulted to PornVids.com. Top of my recommended videos was a lesbian spanking scene - good enough for some brief dinner entertainment, I conceded, and clicked on the link. Friday 7th February, 2020; 17:02 "Come and give me a hand with these!" came Holly?s strained voice as the door banged open. My hand released my penis, which was hanging limply between two fingers post-orgasm, and I fumbled to pull my grey pyjama bottoms up. Shit - I?d forgotten to get changed, having fallen down the rabbit hole of lesbian spanking scenes and left about 60% of the pasta bake untouched. Stumbling to the front door, I saw Holly awkwardly fighting her way in with three boxes in her arms and reached out to help. "Which should I take?" I asked. Holly turned to look at me and offer a box, but paused and sniffed the air. "Zach, really?" She sighed, annoyed. "Can you just not jerk off for 5 minutes? Honestly, I?m going to change the wifi password at this rate! Look, wash your hands quickly then come take one of these boxes from me." Ashamed, I hurried to the bathroom and washed my hands clean before returning to assist Holly through to the living room. It wasn?t long before Holly had grabbed a pair of scissors and was readying herself to dive into the first box. "How much stuff have they sent you?" I asked, perching on the arm of a chair to watch. "I know, there?s loads, isn?t there?!" Holly beamed, eyes full of excitement as she pulled a box towards her. "Though seriously Zach, please go get something fresh on, I can smell you from over here." "But I wanted to see you open the boxes!" I protested. "Well, you should have thought of that before," Holly replied in a matter-of-fact way. "If you?re quick you might get to see one of the other ones," she continued, beginning to cut along the edge of the box. "Go on," she repeated, gesturing to the door. Sulking somewhat, I scurried back to my room and opened my chest of drawers to grab something clean. Except... shit - there really wasn?t anything clean of mine to wear. "I don?t have anything clean!" I called down the corridor to Holly. "Then you?re wearing something of mine - but you?re showering thoroughly first!" Holly called back amongst sounds of packaging unwrapping. "But then I?ll miss you opening the boxes!" I moaned. "Not my problem!" Holly snapped back, and that was the end of that. Was I really that bothered about watching Holly open the boxes? I thought to myself, but to my surprise I realised I was. For reasons unknown to me I really wanted to see what she?d been given, so I raced to the bathroom and threw myself into a warm, steaming shower - which, despite my earlier protestations, was very enjoyable. I didn?t waste time washing my hair but didn?t mess around trying to keep it dry either, so when I emerged it stuck down my back thanks to the mixture of natural oils and water. After vigorously rubbing myself dry and wrapping a towel around me, I shuffled across to Holly?s room - a parlour of pastel pinks and perfumes. My nose wrinkled as I stepped in. "Where are your unisex pyjamas?" I called out, hearing Holly begin to open another box. "Well, I don?t have ?unisex pyjamas?," Holly replied, "but I do have pyjamas that look a little unisex. Chest of drawers to the left of the window, bottom drawer on the right!" I hastened over and pulled out the drawer to discover that I?d been lied to. "Holly, these don?t look unisex at all!" I protested, staring into a drawer crammed with nightwear that ranged from soft and fluffy in a variety of gentle, girlish colours - to dark, sensual lingerie sets that made my cock twitch. I cursed myself for such thoughts - these outfits were my sister?s, for God?s sake! I tried to draw my eyes back to the pyjamas that I assumed Holly thought were unisex. "They?re pastel colours, they won?t kill you - unlike me if I catch you wearing week-old clothes again!" Holly chuckled back, obviously in a good mood thanks to the contents of her packages. I gritted my teeth, desperate to be a part of the grand unboxing, and reached into the drawer for a pyjamas set with a light yellow top and white and yellow polka dot bottoms. I pulled them on and caught sight of myself in another mirror - Holly?s room was full of them. There was a baby chick embroidered on the front of the top, and the words: ?Little Chick? underneath. The top was tighter than expected, with no room for Holly?s breasts, and I wondered if she?d last worn this prior to puberty. Blushing somewhat at how well it fit me and vowing to learn how the washing machine worked in order to avoid this situation happening again, I stepped back into the living room to see Holly moving on to the last box. "What was in the first two boxes?" I asked, looking around the room. I hoped by opening with a question I could avoid Holly commenting on the pyjamas I was now wearing. "Awh... hey, little chick," Holly giggled, breaking any hope I had of avoiding embarrassment. "Wow, I?ve not worn that in years... it actually really suits you, Zach," she teased, making me blush even harder. "Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, pushing Holly lightly on the shoulder. "I asked you a question - what was in the first two boxes?" I repeated. For a moment I almost thought I glanced the suggestion of a blush creep across Holly?s cheeks, but if it was she controlled her embarrassment better than I did and recovered quickly. "Oh, the first box didn?t have anything you?d be interested in, Zach," Holly muttered, waving her hand in the air dismissively. "Just some underwear, stuff like that, you know?" She continued, clearing her throat awkwardly. My brow furrowed. "I know it was quite awkward last time when I asked you to take photos of me in those swimsuits, so I was trying to save you from another embarrassing situation," Holly smirked, flipping the urge to blush back in my direction. "Fine," I shrugged. "What was in the second box, then?" I pressed on. Holly paused her efforts to open the third box and pushed it aside, bringing the second box before her and opening up the top. "Clothes and make-up," Holly smiled, reaching into the box and pulling out a set of strappy crop tops in a variety of colours. She chucked a crimson one across to me, which I caught easily. The feel of the fabric between my fingers was surprisingly smooth. It was immediately obvious that the clothing produced by Simeon Paydes International was of high quality, which made the fact that they?d provided Holly with so much of it for free all the more remarkable. I ran the material through my fingers once more until my gaze caught sight of the clothing tag, which informed me the crop top was made of 100% silk. "Wow - this is 100% silk, Holly!" I gaped, and caught sight of Holly?s equally amazed expression. "I know," she nodded. "Isn?t it all so nice?" she asked, throwing me across a short dress that appeared to be made of red lace. I checked the tag which, again, informed me of the high quality and purity of the materials used. I also noted the company logo on the tag, which consisted of the words S. Paydes Intl. all in neat black text apart from the S, which was white and placed within a spades symbol, like from a pack of cards. It was then I realised the naff wordplay at work: S. Paydes / spades. I bet someone in marketing got paid a fortune for that. "This is far higher quality than the usual crap you get sent," I acknowledged, noticing Holly stick her tongue out at me from the corner of my eye. "How much did you say they were paying you to promote their company?" "Well, the merchandise they?ve sent me is meant to be the payment for this first deal," Holly explained, taking the crop top and dress back from me, folding them neatly and placing them back in the box. I caught sight of a make-up tray being pushed to one side to allow the clothes back in. "And they?ve said if the deal is profitable for them - i.e. brings them more business/media attention - then they?ll pay me for further adverts/promotions. But the cost of everything they?ve sent so far must be in the hundreds of pounds range - which, although I?d put it more tactfully than you did - is far better pay than my usual contracts, I?ll admit." "You?ve not even opened the third box yet," I noted, gesturing in its direction. "What if there?s something even more expensive in there?" Holly reached across and continued opening the box, though it seemed to me she was being rather cautious about letting me see inside it. Had the underwear and stuff in the first box been so scandalous she didn?t want to risk me catching sight of anything similar? If anything her behaviour just made me more intrigued to see what was in that first box, which Holly was guarding closely behind her. "Oh my God!" Holly exclaimed as she finished opening the box. "What? What? What is it?" I asked eagerly, rising up from my perch to try and see what Holly had seen. I wasn?t waiting long, as Holly reached in and pulled out a pair of strappy black high heels that looked nice but didn?t seem too exceptional - until I noticed them sparkling in the light. "Are they... diamond studded?" I asked, my jaw dropping. "They can?t be... they can?t be," Holly gaped, staring at the shoes intensely. "They?ve got to be quartz, or glass, or plastic - but even so, aren?t they just gorgeous?" "Uh... I guess," I shrugged. "They?re shoes, Holly, and I?m a guy." "A guy wearing girls? pyjamas with ?Little Chick? on," Holly teased, and I felt my face flare up with embarrassment again. "Only because you made me!" I sulked, crossing my arms and sinking back into the chair. Holly rolled her eyes and tittered to herself. "Hardly, Zach," she replied. "If you kept your clothes clean or had more of them you wouldn?t be in this mess. Anyway stop sulking, there?s more in this box," Holly added, placing the heels to one side and reaching into the box again. It wasn?t long before her expression changed to one of awe once more. "Oh wow, look at these!" she exclaimed, holding up a small box that I squinted to see, before giving up and shuffling onto the floor next to Holly to get a better look. She was holding a box with a pair of silver earrings in, that were each in the shape of the Simeon Paydes Logo - a spades symbol - only this time the little letter etched into the symbol wasn?t an ?S? but a ?Q?. "What?s the ?Q? for?" I asked. "I don?t know," Holly shrugged. "Queen? I?m sure I?ve got other pairs of earrings that have the same basic idea - having Q stand for Queen, that is. I don?t quite get the spades symbol, but they?re cute aren?t they?" she asked, holding one up to her earlobe. They did look very fetching against her raven hair, I conceded. "I think the spades symbol is the logo for the company," I explained, going into my deduction from the clothing tags and the lame pun at work. "Fair enough," Holly nodded, placing the earrings to one side and delving into the packaging in the box one last time and coming back up with another bit of expensive-looking silver jewellery - this time a necklace. The chain was thin and delicate, shimmering in the light, and the pendant matched the design of the earrings - a delicate silver spade symbol with a Q engraved into it. "Wow," she commented. "I can?t believe how generous they?ve been. Like, I actually can?t believe it. They must be really rich to be able to splash out like this on a relatively unknown wannabe influencer," Holly mused, "but then if they?re so rich why do they need me to publicise them?" "Maybe they?ve just got a lot of faith in you," I volunteered. "Either that or they make stupid financial decisions and they?ll be bankrupt by next week." Holly rolled her eyes at me. "I was about to say thank you for your kindness, Zach," Holly sighed wearily, "before you added that last part." I shrugged. "I?m just trying to be realistic here, Holly," I replied. "But if you ask me the former option could be just as possible. I know you managed to drum up a lot of sales for Grangers with those pictures you posted." "Thanks, Zach," Holly smiled softly, before slapping her thighs and standing up. "Right," she began, picking up the first box - its contents an enticing mystery to me - and walking towards her room. "Bring the other two, will you? I?m starving so once these boxes are in my room I?m going to eat something." Dutifully I got to my feet and picked up the other two boxes, which weren?t the heaviest things in the world but not the lightest either. By the time I?d maneuvered myself and them to Holly?s room she was on her way out - and I couldn?t see where she?d stashed the first box. She obviously knew me well enough to know I would have snuck a look whilst she was cooking. That said, it was only a small room and if I was quick enough... "Where do you want these?" I asked, before innocently adding: "With the first box? Where have you put that?" "Never you mind," Holly replied, shooting that attempt down abruptly. "Just put them under my bed for now, please," she instructed before returning towards the kitchen. Now was my chance. Quietly but quickly I flew around the room, checking in corners, drawers, and the bottoms of wardrobes. It was in one of the latter that I found it, and hastily dropped to my knees to peek inside. Sure enough, under a layer of black paper packaging, there was a selection of skimpy and saucy lingerie and nightwear that wouldn?t look out of place in a porn film. They were undeniably sexy and the feel of them in my hands made my cock twitch to attention, but I was yet to see why Holly had been too embarrassed to share this box with me. It was then my hand brushed against a pair of black velvet panties that felt firmer in the crotch than the others. Further investigation revealed this was because they contained a small pocket into which a slim vibrator was inserted - and not far away in the box was a small device with buttons that made it look like a remote control. Sure enough, a quick press of the button set the vibrating panties off, whirring in my hands, and I rapidly pressed the button again to stop them in case Holly heard. Thankfully she had the radio going, and I doubted she?d have noticed. Vibrating panties? I thought to myself as I folded them back into the box from whence they?d come. No wonder Holly had been a bit awkward about sharing this box with me, I thought to myself. Was this Simeon Paydes International some sort of sex shop, like Ann Summers? I wondered. Everything else we?d uncovered had been sexy and skimpy, sure, but nothing as blatantly sexually charged as the vibrating panties. I was about to repack the box and make my escape when my hand brushed against something else firm resting along the bottom of the box. It was long, and hard, and as I reached around the cylinder-shaped object to lift it out my hand couldn?t close fully around it. It felt a little cool and rubbery, but I didn?t have to ponder on what it could be long before it sprang into my eyesight, and I understood why Holly had wanted to keep the contents of this box private. Just how were Simeon Paydes International imagining that she was going to advertise this on social media? My mouth dropped as I gazed at what I held, resting in my slender white hands; the object firm and weighty, unnerving in its realistic design, and almost the length and thickness of my forearm. It was a massive dildo in the shape of a big black cock.