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Title: Catch Up
Author: Sleepy Insomniac

Summary: After being added by a sexy new
"friend" on a social networking site, a 
college bum soon learns they're cousins and 
have more to catch up on than he realized.

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Catch Up
By Sleepy Insomniac
(C) September 2014

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Tyler's bulge did something unexpected: it 
grew. A lot. He knew if he took the time to 
measure, it would be well past the furthest 
sharpie mark on the ruler kept under his 
keyboard, thus breaking his long-standing 
record of six and three quarters inches. 
Big, bulgy and silky smooth on the head, his 
penis felt like a bomb ready to burst. And 
this, he knew, was a problem. A BIG 
problem...(pun intended, he supposed).

Callie, his new "friend" on the hip new 
social networking site, PhotoBooth, wasn't 
just a new pretty face to add to his roster 
of coveted "attractive female friends list", 
she was a drop-dead gorgeous fox. The brown, 
curly, wavy hair that tethered down onto 
delicate shoulders carrying those too 
perfect, but definitely real breasts....it 
was a lot to take in. A pretty girl smile is 
enough to send most men into a vicarious 
sex-play written, directed and starring 
themselves, but Callie's smile, filled with 
perfect, real teeth and perfect, real 
features made men question how far they 
would go and how hard they would try to live 
out those perverted fantasies constantly 
reeling in their heads. Callie was, in 
short, someone that a grown, successful, 
respectable man...would die for.

What made Tyler's bulge a problem weren't 
the sexy pictures Callie posted of herself 
in her various poses wearing various, 
revealing outfits. It also wasn't the fact 
she was over five years younger than he was, 
at the ripe n' ready age of eighteen. She 
was, in Tyler's eyes, the worst possible 
PhotoBooth "friend" she could be. She was 
family; she was his cousin; and she always 
would be.

"...fuuuuck..." Tyler droned while trying to 
avoid rubbing his dick like mad. He wanted 
to do soooo many nasty things to her before 
he saw that last name, *Poole*, smacking the 
"friend zone forever" sack-harder than a 
marble bag full of...well, marbles-against 
his balls. But as most things tended to go 
with Tyler, his instincts won out over his 
morals and instead of shrinking, his hard-on 
grew fuCkING BIGGER.

Tyler pushed it down, trying to hold back 
that desperate urge to stroke, slap and pull 
on his favorite body part. *Why...in THE 
fuck...does SHE...HAVE to...BE 
my...COUSIN?!*
Tyler didn't even recognizer her at first.
The last time he saw her, at Thanksgiving, 
she was eight, and not even remotely hot. 
She was kind of fat, even. They played tag 
around their grandfather's chick coup. Then 
ten years passed. She was a distant 
relative, a cousin he never really knew. Say 
hello, say goodbye, don't write, don't call. 
That was the agreement, in silent terms.

Then, Tyler remembered, Callie was Gary's 
daughter. GARY was Tyler's cousin, not
Callie. Callie would be like...his second 
cousin? First cousin, once removed?
Whatever...she wasn't as closely related as
Tyler remembered. That counted for 
something, right?

Tyler unconsciously rubbed his penis. After 
a moments glory, he caught his hand bare-
handed in the act, slapped it away with his 
other "computer" hand, and sat on both of 
them. His penis pointed out directly at 
Callie's picture. Her smile pulled it 
towards the monitor, making an already 
uncomfortable sitting position more awkward 
with his incestual instincts coming to 
fruition. Tyler pulled out his right hand 
from under his thigh and pointed his index 
finger at his penis.

"Alright, listen here you...sometimes we 
can't have the things we want. I know...I 
can relate. I pretend I have impossible-to-
get girls all the time. And you know what? 
It's great. At first, anyway, but then guess 
what happens? Guess what happens after all 
the fun is over and I realize the thing I 
want, I'll never have? Well, it sucks. A 
lot." Tyler sat for minute, staring at his 
dick like it was a difficult child, and he 
eventually lowered his hand.

"You know, fuck it...you win" Tyler said to 
himself, rather loud. He pulled his penis 
out and started to masturbate. Viciously. He 
gazed on the pixilated photos of Callie, 
picturing her perfect, streamlined neck and 
caressing her perfect skin with his nose. 
Her breath lightly rushed across his 
cheekbone as he spread her legs and-

"HEY!" Callie shouted on the PhotoBooth 
messenger service.

"SHIT!" Tyler yelped as he tried to pull 
away. He pulled a little too fast and his 
rolling chair tumbled over, spilling him and 
his half naked body onto the rug below. He 
didn't have much furniture and his living 
room was big, so it was surprising he 
tripped at all.

*It's OK...nobody saw that* Tyler thought, 
much louder than necessary, in his head, at 
least. *Blip*. Another message appeared on 
the monitor.

Tyler quickly rolled up his pants, as if 
someone could see him, and stood up on his 
knees, facing the monitor.

"LONG TIME NO SEE!!!" Callie EXCLAMED!! 
Tyler reached up to the keyboard, waited, 
and then slammed the laptop shut.

*Yeah...too long...* Tyler thought. His 
erection, hesitantly, started to fall.

____________________2____________________

Tyler tried to forget Callie. He couldn't 
remember how many weeks it had been since he 
"spoke" with her in that truly bizarre 
encounter on the Internet. Tyler also didn't 
wish to blow her off (among other things), 
but it was, in his eyes, the *right thing to 
do*. Besides the fact that flirting with his 
cousin was so, so wrong in the eyes of so, 
so many, stalking her and masturbating to 
her pictures on an online social network was 
downright creepy. This wasn't some girl he 
had met at a shitty bar; Callie was family.
Even though Tyler was never one for 
expressing his feelings towards his family, 
he knew what her relation to him meant 
without even knowing her that well. He loved 
her because she was family and he always 
would on some level. So Tyler, being the 
responsible, moral being that he was, did 
the most sensible thing given his situation. 
He blocked her online account and would 
never speak to her again.

Life following Callie's exodus was rough for
Tyler, as rough as a spoiled college 
business major in the U.S. could be, anyway. 
Papers, professors that didn't give a damn, 
tests, hot girls dressing like hot girls 
during lectures about dataflow management in 
medium sized paradigms (not that Tyler 
minded...the hot girls, not dataflow 
management), meal plans, fratties and 
sorostitutes, papers, that "guitar guy", 
hipsters, Wednesday outdoor movie night, 
Rock Band (sigh...), campus security, and 
more papers.

Despite the smiles, pranks, and so-called
"fun" many of his peers were having, Tyler 
did not fit in with the rest. It wasn't 
because Tyler was so unlike those he found 
himself surrounded by; he wished he could be 
one of those eighteen-to-twenty-somethings 
showing off their bulky chests, gelled hair 
and washboard abs. Unbeknownst to those 
*fucktards* (Tyler didn't refer to them like 
this seriously...they could be nice guys for 
all he knew...but he still fucking hated 
them), they effortlessly received all 
attention from the sexiest of female droves 
that stormed campus everyday. Usually those 
droves were there to show everything they 
had while learning nothing for themselves.

The hipsters weren't much better. Having an 
opinion for the sake of having an opinion 
never made much sense to Tyler. Tight jeans, 
asymmetrical haircuts, and laughs so loud 
they made a point to be "expressive" were 
just a few of the many things that Tyler 
didn't care for regarding _these_ particular 
*fucktards* (once again, Tyler didn't refer 
to them like this exclusively...but he still 
fucking hated them).

Oftentimes, Tyler simply bounced around 
between groups, his primary posse being an 
entourage of guys that were A) obviously 
virgins and B) obviously would be very well- 
to-do, if not rich, in twenty years time.
These guys were the engineers, the computer 
guys, the chemists, the fucks that made 
Tyler hate his inadequate brain, but enjoyed 
their slightly-less judgmental outlook when 
it came to guys like Tyler that were neither 
hot, hip, or smart....they were just 
*there*.

"Dude, check out this fucking hottie," Bill 
called away from the table with his laptop 
to
Tyler and two of his other school buddies 
while hanging out at "The Crash", a common 
area in the only open dorm on campus. It 
earned the name "The Crash" as it was where 
many visiting youngsters crashed, on one of 
the many available community couches, for 
the evening. For some reason the lobby was 
not blocked from the public, merely locked 
at dusk (thought not monitored), and it 
seemed as good a place as any to keep the 
roomless stragglers for the night when their 
friends found some hot action after a night 
out at the clubs.

"Seriously guys, check this out. She's 
fucking hot...like, really fucking hot," 
Bill persisted. Gust, a thin faced, round 
glasses sporting, scruffy looking squib of a 
guy, lowered his calc book onto his chest 
from his laid-back position on his favorite 
couch. Annoyed would be a good word for his 
reaction, but countless others would 
probably serve better. Gust did a sarcastic 
impersonation of Bill.

"Dude! Check this out! She's fucking hot! 
I'm gonna jizz! Everywhere! In my eye! She's 
still fucking hot, even in my jizz-covered 
eye! I'm gonna jack-off some more! Oh my
God!" Gust rambled while mock-jerking-off 
and flopping his calc book off his chest 
onto the floor.

"I'm serious...if you guys don't get over 
here right now, my pants will be down in a 
matter of seconds and I WILL jack-off right 
in front of you. In front of everybody. Even 
in front of that guy back there watching TV 
and trying to eavesdrop cause he thinks 
we're cool for some reason," Bill protested 
while pointing behind him. The guy by the 
TV, thick-mustached and poorly dressed, 
calmly and collectedly shut off the TV with 
the remote, set the remote on the coffee 
table in front of him, and left the room. 
Everyone finished watching him leave and 
Bill immediately started to remove his 
pants. Tyler, Gust, and the other guy Eury 
popped up from their stations and crowded 
around Bill and his laptop to pull his pants 
up.

"Alright, here she is..." Bill said with a 
smug smile across his smug face. He clicked 
a link and BOOM, *her picture* popped up. By 
*her picture*, it wasn't just any picture.
This gal was sexy. This gal was dangerous.
This gal was someone Tyler wanted in more 
ways than "that". This gal was Callie.

In all her fully sexual crimson bikini-
filled realized virtuosity, Callie (and her 
beautiful, beautiful breasts) filled Bill's 
screen. She was attending a fundraising 
carwash for starving third-world children.
And man, was she screaming to be had. In
Bill, Gust, Eury's (and Tyler's) minds, they 
had her. Hard. Hot. And Screaming. Tyler 
abruptly closed the laptop's lid.

"Dude?!" Eury piped out. Eury usually didn't 
speak unless he was very upset.

"Tyler, brah, what the fuck?!" Bill agreed 
while opening the lid.

"Not a big enough penis for you?" Gust 
countered. "Don't worry, we'll let you have 
at shitdickstuds.com AFTER we get done 
ogling this fucking bitch." The guys, except 
Tyler, leaned in closer to the monitor. 
Bill's smile grew wider, Gust's eyes grew 
bigger, and Eury's mouth sagged further. The 
word - horny - didn't do it justice. Tyler 
looked away.

"I'd fuck her armpits," Bill said, matter-
of-factly.

"I'd fuck her kneecaps," Gust followed, even 
more matter-of-factly.

"I'd eat her poop," Eury simply stated.

Bill cycled to the next sexy picture with
Callie screaming while spraying someone with 
a water hose off-screen. And the next 
picture with Callie blocking water from 
spraying into her mouth. And the next with 
water streaming down Callie's chest as she 
adjusted her bra. And the next. And the 
next. And the next...

Each time, one of the guys, besides Tyler, 
would make a comment so inappropriate every 
member of the FCC would die from an instant 
brain hemorrhage if the expression were ever 
voiced over live TV. Tyler, meanwhile, 
merely stayed back, staring off to the side, 
trying to avoid the very images flourishing 
with sexual role-play scenarios four feet 
from him.

"You BETTER not have your penis out back 
there," Gust commanded, "This silent 
treatment is starting to creep me out. Is it 
OK to turn around? Or should I go ahead and 
prepare for the worst?"

"You're an immature dick, you know that?"
Tyler said, fully annoyed voice intact.

"You're right. I still have a softie while 
you're back there tugging a hardie. Show a 
little self-control, man," Gust replied, 
still transfixed on the screen. Tyler, done 
with the acrimonious retorts, bullied up 
through the hecklers and awkwardly slammed 
the laptop shut again.

"OK, that's almost starting to piss me off.
Really..." Bill said, fully pissed off.
Slapping his hands on the table in front of 
him, Bill stood tall and faced off with his 
laptop's attacker. The other guys joined 
him, more confused than angered, but still 
irritated nonetheless.

Tyler's stature shrunk a little while his 
penis hid behind his balls. Conflict was 
never one of his strong suits, but this time 
he felt he needed to defend whatever the 
hell it was he was defending. Callie was 
only his cousin. She was family, yes, but it 
was not like she was his delicate younger 
sister at a time and age in her life that 
Tyler felt it wrong to have her ogled at by 
a bunch of horny college compadres. Hell, 
they were all relatively close to Callie's 
age when he thought about it. Tyler really 
wasn't sure why he disliked his friends 
saying those things about her. All he knew, 
for sure, like all those other things he 
knew about and those other things he hated, 
was that he disliked it a whole fuck of a 
lot. And it had to stop.

"I just...really, can you guys do me a 
favor? Quit lookin' at her?" Tyler said in a 
surprisingly confident tone. The guys' 
annoyances, united at first, soon vanished 
and were replaced with looks of curiosity, 
concern, and revelation.

"Wait, wait...you know her?" Bill asked 
Tyler, intrigued.

"Sort of..." Tyler answered, really wanting 
them to drop it.

"She's not dead, is she?" Gust winced.

"No, she's fully alive and functioning,"
Tyler sighed.

"Oh thank God!" Gust cheered while throwing 
some fists into the air. By this point, Eury 
was biting his index finger, smiling, and 
nearly dancing around. The other guys looked 
over at him.

"Eury, fuck man, just let it out so you can 
breath, dog," Bill droned. Eury stopped 
biting his finger and pointed it at Tyler. A 
long, dramatic silence followed. Finally, 
Eury spoke.

"Sister?" Eury asked, smiling. Tyler's eyes 
started to panic.

"I don't have a sister..."

"Niece?" Eury asked, smile widening.

"Fuck dude, nah, she' ain't-"

"Cousin?" Eury pressed on. Tyler, 
reluctantly, fell silent.

Bill and Gust turned their heads at the same 
time. Tyler didn't look at them; he knew 
what was coming.

The guys spun around and flipped open the 
laptop. An image of Callie, soaking wet in a 
thin red bikini during a car wash appeared 
onto the screen. Bill, Gust and Eury all 
smiled and spoke in unison.

"Holy...fucking...shit."

____________________3____________________

Tyler hated the sun. It was big, bright, 
muggy, and it followed him everywhere. He 
especially hated it when he carried a 
backpack full of books across campus for 
literally miles. He especially, really hated 
it when it made him sweat. Just like now, as 
he trekked across campus to the massive 
library where he intended to study in his 
hidden secret fortress of solitary seclusion 
where no other students or people went ever.

Tyler hated people. Students gawked at him 
as he bumbled across the courtyard. 
Professors assessed him with their eyes as 
he slid past the various school buildings. 
Visiting parents quietly escorted themselves 
in the opposite direction as he passed the 
student center.

Finally, only a handful of yards separated 
him from the large, admittedly impressive 
campus library. Tyler grasped the old, 
historic looking handle, pulled the door as 
wide as it would go, and stepped inside. As 
Tyler navigated through the vast, open space 
that made up the library's entrance, one 
final thought of hate scurried through his 
mind, and it was this thought that angered 
him the most.

Tyler hated his friends. Ever since that day 
he revealed to them that Callie, his frankly 
obsession-worthy hot-as-balls sex-kitten of 
a female was his cousin, they never let it 
go. All three of them - Bill, Gust and Eury, 
all three of them made it their personal 
mission to investigate every intimate aspect 
of Callie's life...and forward Tyler their 
discoveries via email. Tyler didn't want to 
know anything about her. He wouldn't tell 
them why, of course, but underneath, it was 
pretty obvious. Tyler wanted his cousin more 
than anyone.

Tyler smashed the metal bar inward with his 
palm as he swept through the inconspicuous 
door into the dark corner of the large 
library entrance. Behind this door were 
shelves and shelves of musty old books 
tucked away in the forgotten corridors of 
the building. He immediately turned left and 
lumbered up the concrete stairs divided into 
four small flights per floor. He trudged 
upward until he reached his personal secret 
floor, number 6, and glided between two 
bookshelves arranged just a little too close 
together. No one was here and there was no 
sound to speak of. For Tyler, this was 
paradise.

Eventually, he reached his destination. 
Tucked away in this tiny corner of the vast 
sea of dusty books, concrete floors and 
vacant fluorescent lighting, there was a 
small table with a small chair on each side 
next to a window too blurry to see through. 
Tyler collapsed into one of the chairs and 
dropped his backpack to the ground. 
Exhausted, he sat there in thought, 
recalling the many things his friends told 
him regarding Callie. Though he attempted to 
file away everything to a part of his brain 
his psyche would never return, none of it 
would remain hidden for long. Tyler couldn't 
long forget details about someone he adored, 
even if he hadn't physically seen her for 
over a decade.

Uncovered by his friends' sketchy 
investigations, Tyler learned a lot of 
things about Callie. She was smart...but not 
the typical kind of smart. 4.0 high school, 
valedictorian, 36 ACT score...Tyler felt 
lazy just thinking about how far ahead she 
must be in life at this point than him.

He also learned she was generous. She 
volunteered at a nonprofit that aided 
medical treatment for children in poor 
countries and later was hired as a 
contractor for their marketing department. 
At the rate she was going, it wouldn't be 
long before she ran her own company. At this 
point in his life, Tyler was lucky if he 
didn't shrink his underwear in the dryer 
because he still hadn't solved the mysteries 
of laundry day.

The latest thing Tyler learned about her 
bothered him the most. He could handle that 
someone in his family, much less one he 
adored above all else, was essentially an 
angel sent directly from heaven; what 
bothered him was the fact that SHE WAS 
CURRENTLY ATTENDING THE SAME FUCKING SCHOOL.

He couldn't believe it. Of all the places 
she could've gone, she chose here; the 
middle of a Podunk state with a Podunk 
mascot surrounded by a Podunk town. It 
wasn't a bad school, but it wasn't the best 
one, either. Not for someone like her, 
anyway. *Why, of all places, would she want 
to go here?*

Didn't matter. Tyler would continue doing 
what he was doing before and would continue 
to do what he was already doing now. Or 
something. His existence was a little 
confusing to say the least. His plan: to 
only go straight to class, then straight to 
the library, hide in his secret spot to 
study, then go straight to his room. Even 
though HE knew she was at the same school, 
maybe SHE didn't and that whole awkward 
conversation would never have to-

SUDDENLY CALLIE SITS IN THE EMPTY CHAIR 
DIRECTLY ACROSS FROM TYLER.

"Hey stranger...you're a tough guy to track 
down," she says in a surprisingly mature 
voice given her figure. She isn't dressed in 
the sexy outfits that have so far made-up 
most of Tyler's recent memories of her, but 
it doesn't matter. Her hair is pulled back 
in a ponytail, her arms folded up on the 
table, and her eyes stare at him in a 
confident pose. With a simple t-shirt and 
white short-shorts, her skin is smoother 
than silk and her breasts create tiny 
cleavage folds in the cotton. In a lot of 
ways, she looks even hotter than anything 
Tyler's seen her wear on the Internet. The 
main difference being that right here, right 
now, she's staring directly at him with her 
deep, dark eyes and waiting for him to say 
something. Tyler can barely force himself to 
say anything at all. Then-

"No hablo ingles," he squeaks.