Tales From The Basement

This is pretty surprising. In your choice between pussy and morals you chose morals. You've really come a long way.

Actually you haven't. Your fear is just overriding your hornyness level. The fear of getting locked up for statutory rape and pedophilia and getting ass raped by real criminals is too great. It's just as well; your shot at your cousin was pretty slim anyway.

In the meantime you tell Patricia to get out as you're getting sleepy. You begin pushing her towards the door trying very hard not to grab her ass or tits.

"Alright, alright! I'm going! Stop shoving me! Shit, what's your problem!?"
"I got a lot on my mind alright? I won't have you hounding me with questions! Get out! Out! Out!"

Your outburst makes Patricia very upset. In fact she tears up, you fucking cad.

"Oh fuck you then! I was trying to help your lame ass out! I even thought that maybe… Nevermind! Don't fucking contact me anymore jerk off! (Sob!)" Patricia yells before slamming the door.

With your cousin gone you feel so lost. Normally the temptation to go back to anime would be there, but instead you just feel depressed. It's sort of like the first time she stopped coming over, but a lot worse because now you know she's not coming back. Patricia was like your "girlfriend" even if she really wasn't; the illusion was enough for you.

You cry in your pillows. The very pillows you used to hump and pretend they were her. You're too sad to even do that. You're totally emo right now.

Why you're so emo, you might just become AN HERO.