Now it was a Saturday morning and I had to go down the street, so I went. I left my main PC on because I wasn’t going to be gone very long and it’s not as though someone is going to bust in and jump on it. You will note that I’d completely overlooked my sister’s snoopiness at this stage. Not that there was anything illegal or incriminating on the damn thing. The worst you would find would be the anime pictures that I do.
A useful sideline I have is drawing henai worldanime cartoons from people’s photographs. I print them on iron-on transfer paper so that they can add them to a t shirt and wear their own tentacles gifs character. Um, might I point out that female anime characters tend to be very generously endowed? I followed this trend when I sketch women’s pictures. It is always a hit.
So I get back from my errand and I can hear giggling coming from the room that I use as an office. (Or studio, if you like, seeing I’m an artist.) Walking in I found Janet, my sister, and a friend of hers, Stella, paging through my work and laughing their heads off.
I snarled what the hell and the girls jumped. Janet sprang up out of my chair, bumped the old laptop I was going to sell and sent it flying. OK, you can drop a laptop and nothing will happen to it, especially on carpet. I don’t know what went wrong this time. Maybe the fact that it was so old and it landed on a corner.
Whatever the reason, the laptop hit the deck and just came apart. Literally. The case seemed to just give up the ghost and fall to pieces. Even the screen broke. It must have hit something else when it fell off.
As you can imagine there was a profound silence at that point. The broken laptop didn’t worry me because I’d already salvaged all the data and cleaned it out. I might have got a few bucks for it but then again, I might not. The chance, however, was too good to pass up.
I didn’t yell, exactly. I just used a very firm voice to express my disapproval. Things like not touching my stuff, were mentioned. Smashing delicate equipment is a no-no. I might have talked about strangling them with their own entrails and throwing their bleeding corpses to the dogs.
Janet and Stella were dead quiet while I spoke to them. Stella was biting her lip but Janet was nearly in tears.
“Fortunately,” I finished up, “that old laptop was just about dead in the water and I’ve already replaced it, so no real harm done.”
After that last comment Janet wasn’t anywhere near tears and Stella was looking at me rather lethally.
“The point I’m trying to make is that you have to leave my stuff alone, Janet. You’re a computer illiterate and you could cause significant data loss if you don’t know what you’re doing, and you don’t. Quite frankly, I don’t care if you’re eighteen. The next time I find you mucking around with my PC I’m going to put you over my knee and paddle your backside.
And that goes for your friends,” I added, giving Stella a nasty look.
“You wouldn’t dare,” snapped Janet. “Mum would kill you.”
“Possibly,” I granted, “but that won’t help your sore bottom, now will it?”
“He’s just bluffing, Janet,” piped up Stella. “I mean, as if he’s going to spank me. I’m not his sister.”
Now Stella is quite a lovely young lady, and she could give fantasy hentai gifs stuff I did and was thinking of getting her own photo done in that style. (A freebie, of course, because Janet was her friend.)
“Well, I actually promised Stella the same,” I pointed out to Janet. “Why don’t you drop around and see her sometime and tell her I expect to see her this afternoon for her turn. Point out I said it wouldn’t be fair for only one of you to catch it.”
Not that I expected to see Stella that afternoon, or that year if she could help it. I mean, if you’re an eighteen year old girl are you going to voluntarily go around to your friend’s house so her brother can spank you?
That afternoon I was sitting on my bed sketching some rape anime gifs figures, or trying to. For some reason I just wasn’t satisfied with what I was producing. I was idly thinking I should get a model. That idle thought was probably father to the later deed.
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