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NICO

Approximately fifteen days ago, I found out that my mother’s husband, my stepfather, TomRyder, is broke. Like, broke as a joke. Meaning no extra funds for anything, especially his stepchild.

The credit card that I had for emergency purposes which was conveniently how I paid for all my food, clothing, transportation and literally everything stopped working two days later.

It was pretty humiliating being a twenty year old calling Mommy and begging for a few bucks to feed myself until I can find a job on campus. But I had no other option.

All the accounts dried up almost immediately, including my own, which, let’s face it, only had money in it because my mother would deposit some every week.

Bella, my best friend came over last week while I was in a downward spiral.

“What am I gonna do??” I’d asked her, pacing around the room. “I’m completely fucked… The financial aid I applied for doesn’t even cover all of my tuition for next semester, let alone housing.”

“How much do you need?” She gazed up at me from the couch in my dorm living room, her fingers steepled in front of her lips.

“Thirty-five hundred to finish sophomore year,” I sighed, then finally stopped pacing to fall dramatically onto my knees on the floor. “And another nine grand to keep this place.” I whimpered, petting the hardwood floors with my fingers. “I knew it was too good to be true…”

“That’s it??” Bella gasped. “Only nine grand a semester for this place?? That’s actually really low…”

“They took pity on me and gave me the regular dorm rate,” I mumbled.

“But still, it doesn’t matter. How on fucking earth would I ever come up with thirteen grand in two months?? Even with the payment plan, I won’t be able to find that kind of cash fast. There isn’t a part-time job in the world where I could work enough hours while also balancing school…”

Pressing my forehead to the floor, I whined out of hopelessness.

“Goodbye, beautiful, spacious luxury dorm room. We could have had something so special…” Feeling a nudge on my side, I peeked at Bella to find her poking me with her toes.

“I might know of a way you can get some quick money…”

I blinked at her.

“I don’t like the way your eyes are sparkling…” Her tiny smirk widened into a fully wicked grin, and I straightened.

I simply stared at her as she leaned forward. “I have two words for you… I mean, two words smashed together for some reason.”

My brows knitted.

“OnlyFans.”

I continued to gawk at her for five full seconds before bursting into a boom of haughty laughter.

“Yea… right. That’s good. Thanks, Bells, I needed the laugh.” I wiped my eyes while she narrowed hers.

“I’m being serious.”

Amusement fading, I scoffed and tossed her a look like she was nuts.

“Dude, I can’t do OnlyFans…”

“Why not?” She sat back and folded her arms over her chest.

“Because…” I muttered, shaking my head at the tomfoolery of this conversation’s trajectory.

“What would I even do? How would it even work?? I can’t do… p**n.”

Bella threw her head back in a cackle. “It’s not really p**n.”

I cocked my head at her. “Okay, well, in a way, I guess it is.” She scooted down onto the floor in front of me. “But, Nico, listen to me. You’re fucking hot. You have a sick body, which I still don’t even really understand because you stuff your face with junk constantly and are like the least physically active person I know.”

I frowned. “I work out ironically…”

“The point is, people on the internet would pay good money to look at you.” She smirked. “Throw in some naughty lil videos, and you’re golden, pony boy. Problem solved.”

This conversation with Bella led me to think I needed to do this OnlyFans with my step brother.

We’re both broke and he needs money too. I know he hates my guts but we'll make more money as a duo.

When I finally get the chance to invite him over to my dorm room, he bursts out laughing.

He laughs for longer than I’m finding socially acceptable. Then it dies off, and he sighs through his chuckles.

“You’re an idiot.” He shakes his head, leaning back in the chair. “I’ll give it to you… you almost had me for a second there.”

My eyebrows jump and my head slants. “I’m not kidding.”

“Uh, yes you are,” he huffs. “You’re fucking with me.”

“Uh, no. I’m not. I’m being fully serious.” Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I bring up my OnlyFans account, holding it up to show him the screen.

He only peeks at it for a split second before his eyes are back on me, all traces of amusement in his expression having vanished.

I witness the mound of his throat dip in a swallow as his back straightens.

“Dude, are you mad or something??” he snaps. “Why are you telling me this?”

“No one will find out,” I say quietly, and his eyes jump to mine. “I swear. This is just about the money, that’s it. We’ll make sure it stays a secret.”

“You want us to hook up.” His gaze flits to mine. “Stop beating around the bush, Nico. You’re saying we would need to make gay p**n to satisfy these fans of yours…”

“Okay, well, gay p**n is a little extravagant…” I mumble.

“It’s really not, though.” He tosses my phone at me.

“That’s what it boils down to. You’ll make triple what you’re bringing in from your little jerk-off videos if I come on camera with you, and I’m telling you right fucking now, that’s not gonna happen.”

My brow furrows. “How do you know I’m jerking off in the videos…?”

“You just handed it to me,” he hisses.

“I won’t be the only one making the money, you’ll be making money too.”

Finally, Enzo moves, but it’s not the movement I was hoping for. He stomps over to the door, reaching for the handle while I sigh out of disappointment and shake my head.

But then he stops, his shoulders slumping as he lets out a long breath of audible frustration.

Slanting his face in my direction, his eyes fall to the bottle I’m holding.

I say nothing, simply hold it out to him. And he slinks over slowly, grabbing it from me and taking an awfully large swig.

“Fuck…” He cuts me off with a groan of despair, chugging from the bottle again. “This is so fucked. I can’t believe I’m letting you talk me into this…”

My brow arches. “Maybe you should slow down… And excuse you. Talk you into it?? I’m not coaxing you, Enzo, this is a fucking means to an end.”

He gulps from the bottle again, and I grab it from him. “Okay, that’s enough for now.”

“I need to get completely blasted if this is gonna work…” He grips the back of his neck, staggering around the kitchen.

“Wait a second…” I follow him anxiously. “You want to do it now??”

“I don’t want to do anything.” He shoots me with a hazy glare. “But I’m fucking here, so we might as well just get it over with.”

Jesus fuck… My heart is jumping so aggressively it might actually manage to pop up my throat.

I was not at all prepared for this…

“Okay… uh, sure. I guess we could…” My thoughts are swirling and twirling like a carnival ride as I take a big sip from the bottle myself, hoping to steady the trembling in my limbs.

“We need to make some terms.” Enzo shuffles over to the couch and drops down.