LEVEL 5

PLAYER ONE: REMY

I sat up straight in my chair, my palms suddenly slick against my controller. Five minutes ago, I thought I’d fall asleep in my game chair, but now, every ounce of heat in my body had flooded my core, leaving me hyper-focused on Fauna.

“Cyber sex, huh? Do you take me for a cheap, digital whore?” I answered. “Because you’d be correct.”

Her avatar swayed her round hips as Fauna giggled into my headset. “This game is very progressive…so all sorts of gay sex is possible.”

“That’s you saying you want to cyber-scissor, isn’t it?”

“Don’t you want to try it and see?” Her voice was so sweet and tempting.

I groaned into my mic. “You’re just fucking with me, aren’t you?”

“Well?” Fauna’s avatar unclipped her bra, dropping it to the grass and letting her giant pixel tits hang free. I’d rather be getting an eyeful of the girl behind the OC.

“For research?” I asked, already making my character stand and undress. She looked like me in body and build—tall, muscular, lean, standing in the starry world in nothing but a black sports bra and boxer briefs. Moments later, Fauna’s witch was nude and glowing in the moonlight. She took a step toward me and pulled my bra over my shoulders before tugging down my boxers.

This was so stupid—so stupid, I should not have been so turned on. But it was Fauna— and if I could only have her freely in some dumb video game…then so be it. I made my character kiss hers, running my fingers through her long hair.

“I’ve never scissored in real life,” Fauna said, though her tone was a little breathless now. Was she turned on too? “Sounds fun, though.”

“Hate to burst your bubble,” I replied, my character pushing a palm between her thighs. “But that shit is mainly just for porn.”

“That can’t be true.”

I grinned. “It’s impractical…but it can be done if someone is skilled enough. The goal is mainly intimacy—for me, at least.”

“Are you skilled enough?” Her sweet little voice. Fucking hell.

“Why don’t you find out sometime?” I challenged, watching as our characters took it from there. They laid down in the grass, interlocking their legs and initiating a scissor-sesh.

Fauna’s breath hitched in my ear. “I’d like to.”

“What are you doing right now?” I asked.

“Waiting for you to tell me what to do,” she replied immediately.

I grinned. “Oh, I see. Does my good girl like to be told what to do?”

She let out a small sigh. “Yes, sir— I mean?—“

“Sir is good,” I interrupted. “Sir is great. Daddy, too, is brilliant.”

Fauna’s breath was heavy through my headphones; just the sound of her was turning me on more than the digitized characters fucking on screen.

“Tell me about your favorite sex toy,” I demanded. Would I have started so strong on a normal day at two in the afternoon? Probably not. But it was two in the morning, and my brother’s girlfriend should have been mine, all mine. This interaction could burn away the memory of Trevor’s arm around her shoulders. My twin couldn’t make her come like I could.

This sweet pink princess wasn’t in bed with my brother—she was moaning into my headset. Maybe there was still hope.

Her breath hitched. “Um…I have a little rabbit-shaped vibrator that attaches to my finger. Oh, my God. I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“Get it out. Let me hear you turn it on.”

“Okay.” After a moment and some sounds of rifling, a buzzing sound rang into my headphones.

“Good girl,” I praised. “Now suck on it. Let me hear that too.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered. The melody of Fauna’s slurping and sucking against the buzz had me aching to get myself off. Fuck, I didn’t even need to see her. Just talking to her was enough. I couldn’t imagine the electricity we’d have if we were actually in the same room, doing these things…

“Now slip it down your pussy. Are you wet for me, baby?”

“So wet,” she whimpered. “You drive me crazy, Remy.”

My name on her sweet, moaning lips was enough to make me come, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching down my pants, finding my center aching and wanting her. “That’s it, baby girl. How’s that feel?”

“Feels so good,” she hummed. “This is so bad.”

“Yeah? You like being a little bad, don’t you, Fauna? You’re going to be daddy’s bad girl and come for me?”

“Do you want me to?” she asked, and I could hear in her voice that she was close to breaking. I wasn’t far behind as I rubbed myself in time with the still-fucking characters on the computer monitor.

“Come for me, Fauna. I want to hear you moan as you do. Don’t hold anything back.”

“I think about you all the time when I touch myself,” she whispered. “Oh, God. I’m coming?—”

“Fuck, Fauna?—”

We came at the same time, her sighs and whimpers pushing me over the edge. I imagined it was her pussy my fingers glided over and not my own, thought of how I’d please her, exploring my own body in effort to know hers better, to find the movements specific to Fauna Belrose’s perfect little cunt.

But hearing her come, knowing I could bring her to release with just my voice, was pure ecstasy. And it was me in the video game this time, not her thinking it was my brother. She knew it was me.

This wasn’t me coming onto her in a movie theater either.

Fauna came to me asking for this.

That was progress.

NEW ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED.

But then, suddenly and abruptly— Fauna left the chat. Her avatar disappeared.

“No virtual cuddles, I guess?” I asked into the static mic. “Okay, gotcha.”

Again, she disappeared, leaving me wondering if I’d done something wrong, or if she even liked me at all.

The front door slammed shut, and I straightened just as my brother appeared in the doorway. “Hey asshole, want to work out tomorrow?”

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. Trev hadn’t asked me to work out in forever, not since he had college soccer bros to train with. “Yeah, sure. Congrats on the win tonight, by the way.”

My twin left to shower.

And I stared at the screen, missing his girlfriend until morning.