A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week2/Gaming
It was another beautiful Sunday morning and for once Sally was home alone and carefree. Everyone had more important things to do. Dad had accidentally woke her up really early when he snuck into her room for a kiss before he left to go fishing with some work friends. Mom had really wanted to bring her along to go thrift shopping together, but begrudgingly permitted her angelic little girl to stay home. And since Devin was still at a friend's for a sleepover he went to yesterday, Sally had the entire place all to herself.
The normally adventurous girl, feeling a little more grown up than usual, spent her day lounging about and doing almost nothing at all, something her parents often loudly wished they could do. A lot of that time was just spent staring out the window daydreaming. She got overambitious during lunch and made a mess in the kitchen that she decided mom was better equipped to clean up. Then after watching some videos online that claimed you could "make a t-shirt dress in minutes", she got as far as cutting up one of her dad's shirts before realizing that she had best wait for mom before trying to sew anything.
But with no one else to interact with, Sally became bored and restless as the hours ticked by and her imagination grew weary. She wandered from place to place, room to room, before opening her brother's bedroom door to see what he was up to... only to remind herself that he was still at his friend's house. Further disappointed, she sat in front of his computer wishing that he was actually there and merely ignoring her as he streamed some game into the digital void of the internet. She would even welcome his teasing so she wouldn't have to feel alone, suddenly regretting her choice to stay home by herself. Maybe they could even play another level of that ChronoBloom game he showed her.
Then again, did she really need her brother if she just wanted to play a video game?
Tapping his keyboard, she revealed the answer to that question when she was prompted for his password. That had turned into a whole big thing at one point. Mom and dad didn't like when he put a password on his computer, as if he was trying to hide something from them. He swore it wasn't a big deal but in the end he changed it to something simple and shared what it was. But... what was it? Sally was there when they all talked about it, but she was having a hard time remembering. Something short she was pretty sure. Something that he thought was clever? But wasn't it also something that he said a lot?
Sally started throwing guesses into the box on the screen, trying to think of things her brother would often say. She typed "that's mine" and "so cool" and "literally" without success. She giggled to herself when she typed in "please" and "thank you", but of course those didn't work. Then she timidly typed in "go away sally". She could remember him saying that lots in the past, although she did feel a little better when that also didn't work. But after a few more failed attempts she looped back to that idea again, simplifying it to "go away", and felt a quick rush of joy as his computer unlocked.
"Hah! You can't stop me! I'm a total hacker!" chuckled Sally aloud before she scooched closer to the desk and then struggled for a minute with Devin's mouse, cursing the dead cursor on the screen before grasping that the mouse needed to be turned on.
Sally loaded up ChronoBloom and went back to replay the level that she and her brother had completed together. She found it impossible to play at first. That was partly due to the fact that she was still so new to the game but the rest of it was because she wasn't using the controller like she had before when she was second player to her brother; First player had to use the keyboard. So she reloaded the level for two players instead but did even worse since it was all but impossible for her to control both the gamepad and the keyboard at the same time.
The bored girl was not deterred however. She had all the time in the world after all. Sally dove into the menu settings for the game and starting poking at all sorts of things, toggling settings back and forth that she didn't understand, opening something called "key mappings" and trying to make the keyboard give up all the control it seemed to have of things, but she felt like no matter how many settings she changed that the game just didn't want her to succeed. Eventually she loaded up a level again, ready to give up, and noticed that she could select her input method right there at the level selection screen. She felt silly, but relieved that she could finally play the game the way that she wanted.
Something was different though. The game just wasn't as exciting as she remembered it. When she had played this with her brother before, it felt truly thrilling to shoot at things and watch other things explode. But alone it was almost dull. Did her brother somehow make it more exciting? Yes, she concluded, but for a very specific reason. She dove back into the settings and looked for that word that she had remembered Devin mention before: haptics.
Checking one little box made the game a very different experience. Her controller rumbled to life in her hands, coursing with energy with every explosion and blast that ripped across the screen. Resting her hands in her lap, she felt that energy course through her thighs as well. She pulled the controller closer to her body, pushing the handles of the gamepad into the crook of her lap as the game evoked an increased interest in her and became more exciting.
That excitement never built beyond a certain point however, a mere discomforting tingle, despite Sally's certainty that it had been more exciting than this. Her certainty was so distracting that she died more than once while pondering this fact over and over. She mulled over what it might be, recalling all of the "less important" details of that day with her brother... then sheepishly stood up, stretched her bottoms down over her bum, and lowered her pants all the way to her feet, followed promptly by her panties.
She felt silly to be doing this - to take her pants off to play a video game - but she sat back down with her bottoms hanging off of her ankles, her feet swinging just above the floor. She restarted the level, anticipating a better experience, but everything wasn't magically different, not right away. She played more determinedly, focused more intensely, and became increasingly animated as she got more invested in the game, but the sensations that she felt reverberating in her pelvis through her lap still didn't escalate... until she opened her legs.
Her knees parted, thighs separating, when she wiggled forward just a bit. It was enough to keep her hands from resting perfectly against her thighs and, a moment later, when she twisted her hands sideways after a sudden warp-in on screen scared her, the underside of the controller tapped against her bare, bald, pubic mound while it was buzzing away.
Sally's eyebrows shot up. That felt familiar. She slowly opened her knees wider, her feet kept close together by her pants, as she thought a little harder about that day with her brother. She had been sitting on top of his lap, her own legs split open by his. That had allowed the buzzing to more easily get to where she had felt it the most, deep between her legs, and she really wanted to feel that now. So she soon had her knees cranked apart, pressing the handle firmly into her mound while still trying to play. She smiled to herself, pondering whether she was playing the game or if it was playing her, as she not only anticipated but sought to create every rumble that she could. The objective of the level no longer had anything to do with winning; she was just trying to not die so that the pleasant buzzing sensations wouldn't stop.
Of course that isn't the most effective gameplay strategy, and Sally found herself dying far too often and far too quickly for her liking. She thought about turning the thing off altogether, or switching to a different game. But despite her loneliness, she found she really didn't want to play on the computer; she wanted to play with herself after all. Perhaps more accurately, she wanted Devin's computer to help her play with herself.
Sally went back into settings. There were a bunch of haptic options besides that one checkbox and she was now very interested in what all of those other settings did. It turned out most of them weren't very interesting however. There were checkboxes for different kinds of game effects, different vibration patterns and durations (she bumped all of them from level 1 to 3 - she had no clue what the difference was, but more had to be better) yet she found only one that really mattered. She dragged the "Intensity" slider from slightly over half to the maximum setting it allowed. Then, near the bottom of that menu, there was a little "Test" button. She clicked that and the controller hummed loudly for a solid 2 seconds before going still.
Experimentally, she clicked the button again and pressed the controller to her pelvis; intense memories of the energy vortex near the end of the level with her brother flashed into her mind. Sally smirked devilishly. Taking care to roll up the bottom of her shirt a little to keep it out of the way, she tucked the controller between her thighs and went in for another test. That intense burst hit her and she gasped, her mouth dropping open into an 'O', before everything promptly went still once more.
Sally decided to do a lot of testing then. Everything she had discovered with her brother had just been a happy accident, truly incidental, but now that she had control of this thing all by herself she could figure out what was really going on here. She clicked the mouse in a steady rhythm, sometimes giving herself a pause between clicks and other times sustaining the vibrations by clicking faster. She leaned back in the chair, stretching one arm forward for the mouse, and pressed the hard plastic against different parts of her puffy slit; rubbing, angling, spreading each of her vulva before pressing in between them. Once she realized that she could pick up the wireless mouse and still keep clicking she really started contorting herself, grinding against the gamepad, and going so far as to touch the point of the handle to her pert little asshole, only slightly on purpose.
It was in this fully compromised position - twisted to one side, her knees spread wide, the controller cupped firmly against her underside - that her brother walked into the room.
"The fuck are you...?"
Sally opened her eyes with a gasp. She slammed the mouse back onto its pad, pulled the controller out of her crotch, and tried to sit up in a more respectable looking way. "Y-yo-you're home!"
"Yeah," Devin confirmed, standing gobsmacked with his bag still in his hand. "And... what are you doing?"
"I was just playing ChronoBloom!" Sally insisted, frantically kicking her pants off of her feet. A complete lack of pants couldn't be less incriminating than just having them pulled down, and yet having her bottoms hanging tenuously from her ankles still felt worse somehow.
"Oh yeah?" Devin replied. He eyed her suspiciously as she failed repeatedly to close out of the settings menu and get back to the title screen. It seemed pretty clear that she hadn't just been playing anything, but the game was technically still open, and he figured that it'd be mean to call her out on anything given the look of sheer panic he had just observed. But that didn't mean he couldn't rib her a little. "So, uh... how far did you get?"
"Oh! Umm... pretty far! P-pretty close, I think..."
"Yeah?" Devin threw his bag at his bed before adding, "You always play games with your pants off?"
Sally gave a stern, disapproving, "No," but could feel her ears burning red with embarrassment.
"So you were just 'hot' again, huh?" he asked, moving forward and stopping next to the chair.
"Obviously," she snapped back, managing only a single glance up at her brother before lowering her head more shamefully. That explanation was surely as good an excuse as any though, since she was now bent on not admitting to anything. So even though she would have liked to race out of there, kicking herself the whole way, that would have made her look bad. So she sat determinedly on her bare bum in her brother's chair as he stood over her with his arms crossed.
"Did you... want to take that back to your room?" he offered, gesturing to the controller, trying to be nice. Sally glared up at him.
"Noo! I don't need to do that! Why would I do that?!" she speedily blurted with an intense anger that only made her sound guiltier than ever.
"Okay! Nevermind!"
That outburst from his sister heightened how awkward the silence was that followed it. Sally's crotch was still tingling, her knees knocking together as she nervously kicked her feet and moved the mouse aimlessly, trying to pretend to use the computer she was still sat in front of, anything to distract from the state she'd just been found in.
"So, uh..." Devin started a moment later. Sally stood the moment he spoke, not wanting to hear another sarcastic quip or allusion to her impropriety, her nerve reaching its end. She spun out to the other side of the chair still gripping her naughty partner in crime, Devin's controller, tightly in her hand. But she paused when the rest of Devin's words registered.
"Did you wanna play, or what?"