As Noah repositioned his hindlegs to give his rear cock a better angle at his forebutt, he failed to notice his phone vibrating. Gasping at the new-despite-what-his-memories-tried-to-tell-him sensations of entering himself for the first time, he failed to notice the sound of someone running until his door slammed open and a hunky man with curly espresso-colored hair and freckles burst into his room shouting, "Are you okay?!" Noah froze and stared at the stranger, a young man that appeared to be about his age with a very aesthetic build wearing a tight t-shirt and pants. His top mouth hung open as his bottom mouth was frozen biting his lower lip from the sensation of penetrating and being penetrated by himself.
Noah blinked as he realized the compromising position he was in and moved to cover himself when he realized the stranger was looking at him with a mixture of desire, jealousy, and disgust. "Geez bro, if you're going to scream while you fuck yourself, do it when we're not around. Mom thought you were dying or something," the hunk said. He realized he was staring and made a point of looking away, though Noah smirked as he realized the angle the mysterious stranger chose allowed him to surreptitiously side-eye him.
"Eustace, is everything okay?" someone called from out in the hall.
The man apparently named Eustace turned towards Noah's door and shouted, "Everything's fine, Timothy; Noah here just thinks it's okay to scream like the dead when he's packing some fudge!" He turned back towards Noah and added in a low voice, "I'd be fucking myself all the time too if I could, dude, but did you have to do that while mom's prepping for Tim's birthday? You're lucky his friends aren't here yet. And are you seriously here getting all your rocks off while we're setting up?!"
"Noah has fudge? I want some!" Noah heard a high-pitched voice shout from elsewhere in the house. "Stacey ask him to bring me some!"
Both of Noah's jaws dropped. "Stacey?!"
"I told you not to call me that! You don't get anything, Heath! Besides, there'll be plenty of treats at Tim's party," Eustace shouted as he shut Noah's door and locked it. "Glad he at least gave me an excuse not to explain that euphemism to a seven-year-old." He turned back to Noah and smiled conspiratorially.
Noah just blinked and then realized he was still on his bed exposed and grabbed his comforter to cover himself. Eustace smirked as he noticed he only used one hand to grab the blanket and hadn't appeared to have moved the ones ministering to his throbbing erections. Eustace shook his head though his eyes sparkled with a poorly-hidden longing. "Can you at least come help set up once you're done? You know mom will kill you if you skip Tim's party to peel your eels, and then she'll kill you again for doing that while we have company."
"I'll be right down," Noah said. He waved a hand dismissively at Eustace, then waved all six when he continued to stand there smirking at Noah. "Bye, Eustace."
Eustace said nothing but shook his head as he left. As soon as he was gone, Noah went to the Journal of Fact and looked at what he'd written. He'd gathered that Eustace, Timothy, and Heath were his adopted brothers and his new memories had confirmed this, but he didn't understand what had happened to Stacy, Tina, and Heather. As he reread what he wrote, he realized he'd written "brothers" instead of "brother" and the Journal had decided to change his sisters to be jealous of him instead of just his brother. He picked up his pencil, getting ready to erase his mistake when he remembered how Eustace had been looking at him. He shook his head and smiled to himself as he decided what to do.