Two bedrooms, one bathroom. A modest living room and a kitchen, no space for a dining room. I thought back to the luxurious house Kelly and I had been sharing for the last month, which felt like a mansion compared to the cramped closet feeling of this apartment. I even thought back to mom's offer to put me up in my childhood home, and how at least there I'd have some more space than this.
It took Kelly walking up beside me and taking my hand in hers to snap me out of the trance I'd found myself in. No, this was the right space for me, for us. I squeezed her hand and turned to smile at her.
"How'd he take it?"
Kelly's grip tightened on mine ever so slightly. "About as well as we expected. He insisted that I don't need to be making porn of myself to thousands of people, and that he was happy to keep taking care of me." She looked at me, and stuck her tongue out. As playful as she was acting, I knew it was genuinely gross to her the control this man - her sponsor - had on her this whole time.
Which brought us here. A small, rundown apartment downtown. It smelled funny, it was cramped, and we had to sacrifice a lot of our possessions to move here. But... it was ours. Wholly and entirely paid for by Kelly's adequate income as a pornstar. I leaned over, kissing my sister on the lips, which she returned eagerly. With a squeeze of her hand back, I walked with her through the apartment.
"Yeah, well, this is our space now. He can screw off if he doesn't like it," I said, settling down on the living room couch. "Speaking of, you've stopped sending him pictures and stuff, right?"
Kelly sighed, taking the seat opposite me on the couch. She brought her knees up to her chest. "Yeah, but he still follows my profile. When he texts me, he sends me pictures we've posted there, telling me what he'd do to me." She shuddered, shaking her head. "He's made it clear he doesn't want me to do porn with any guy. I had to convince him that the smack on my ass wasn't anybody else..."
I grumbled, crossing my arms on top of my chest. ''What you do, and who you do it with is your business." Secretly, of course, I hoped I'd be the person she'd do stuff with. The blowjob from a couple weeks ago seemed to fill our lives together with an awkward energy: we were much more tactile and affectionate toward each other, constantly running our fingers over each other and kissing and the like. But even though we were both clearly turned on, we hadn't done anything with each other since then. Even during our photoshoots we'd remained strictly PG-13 in our behavior, though we'd both rushed off to our separate rooms as often as possible to relieve ourselves.
Of course, that wasn't exactly an option anymore. Sure, the apartment had two bedrooms, but we still needed a room for KelTheBelle's stuff. So while one room was decorated and stocked for her porn career, that left only one bedroom remaining for the two of us. So for the last week, we haven't had any private spaces to take care of our needs.
I looked up at Kelly, realizing we'd both wandered off in thought. "We still have today's photoshoot to do so we have stuff to upload all week." She nodded her agreement, and started to get up before I waved her back down onto the couch. "Hang on," I continued. "What if... well, what if we celebrated the new place by showing the world that KelTheBelle has a new boyfriend?" My throat tightened as I said the words, and I tried to keep as casual as possible.
