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Adam's Problem (part. 6)

Just so everyone knows, this story is far from over. We're like halfway through lol

Eventually, the shame started to seep away, and Adam started thinking about Zoey's ass again. He may never see her again, but that didn't mean he couldn't think about her, he reasoned. He thought about her ass in those leggings, and then he thought about her ass in panties, and then he thought about her ass in those volleyball shorts she wore when she was in highschool. He thought about her bare ass too, and the way it looked with water trickling down it while Zoey fingered herself in the shower. He thought about her pussy, and how soft it looked, how tight it seemed to wrap around her fingers. He thought about her farts, he thought about her hair, and he thought about how her eyes seemed to freeze him in place whenever she looked at him, and he thought about the nervous swooping sensation he got in his chest whenever she smiled at him, like he missed a step on a set of stairs. He thought back to all of the memories he had of her, all the way back to when he first saw her on that Saturday morning five years ago.

Well, it was fun while it lasted, he thought to himself.

Adam stayed in his room all day. He only went out to get something to eat or to go to the bathroom, and he didn't see Zoey at all. That was fine by him. He didn't think he could stand to see the look on her face if she saw him again.

It was starting to get dark outside when Adam heard a knock on his door. He looked up from his computer and saw his door open. His sister Amy stuck her head in his room and looked at him.

"Hey, have you been in here all day? I was thinking of watching a movie, do you wanna watch with me?" she asked.

"No, that's okay. I'm really tired," Adam lied.

Amy walked into his room and closed the door behind her.

"Hey, are you mad about earlier?" she asked tentatively. "You know me and Zoey were only teasing you, right?"

"Yeah, I know," sighed Adam. "It was just a little much, I guess."

"Yeah, maybe Zoey and I went a little too far," admitted Amy. "I'm really sorry, Adam. Please don't be mad."

"It's okay," said Adam quietly.

"Please watch a movie with me!" begged Amy. "I never get to spend time with my little brother anymore now that I'm in college. Come on Adam, please?"

Adam looked up at Amy. She looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, until Adam finally nodded.

"Yes!" she chirped, and Adam followed her out of his room.

Amy walked down the hallway, and then opened her bedroom door.

"Zoey!" she called out.

Zoey showed up in the doorway, looking at Amy, and then she glanced at Adam. Her eyes widened again. Amy reached out and grabbed her hand.

"We're watching a movie, come on," Amy ordered, and she pulled Zoey along with her to the stairs.

Adam followed Amy and Zoey down the stairs and into the living room.

"I call the comfy armchair," said Amy excitedly. She grabbed the remote and hopped on the armchair a little to the left of the tv. She pulled up Netflix, curled herself up in the armchair, and began surfing through the movies. The only thing left for Zoey and Adam was the sofa, which was situated a little further back from the armchair.

Adam walked over to the sofa and sat on the right side, looking at the ground. Eventually, he glanced up at Zoey. She just stood there, staring at him, her face completely blank. After a few seconds, she slowly walked up to the sofa and sat next to Adam, staring straight ahead as she pulled her knees into her chest. Adam stared at the tv without seeing it, feeling embarrassment and shame oozing out of every one of his pores. He looked to his right and saw a blanket draped over the arm of the sofa. Adam grabbed the blanket and pulled it over himself, putting his feet on the sofa, thinking he could hide behind it. He sat with his feet up, his legs between him and Zoey. Adam glanced over at her again. She hadn't moved an inch, she just sat there, with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring straight ahead.