uncaged_lust
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Everyone depicted in sexually explicit situations is at least 18 years of age.
One Year Ago:
Everyone is laughing. They’re not even trying to hide it. Zoey can feel her cheeks flush. He threatened to share the pictures, but she never thought he’d do it. She feels betrayed. Embarrassed. Humiliated. And then she sees him. Him. He’s showing his friends something on his phone. Two of them see Zoey and grin wolfishly. One wolf whistles. Another one shouts “Nice body!” The young woman wants to hide, to hide away and die somewhere.
Never again. Never again would she let a bastard use her or her brother.
Two Months Ago:
Zoey can barely hear the priest give his eulogy. She barely cares. All she can think about is how she’s supposed to care for Lucas. She looks over to him and sees he’s crying over the loss of their parents. She puts her arm around him and holds him close. It’s the two of us against the world, she thinks.
Now:
“Are you ready for school tomorrow?” Zoey asks. Using her foot, she bumps Lucas’ leg. Without looking up from his Nintendo DS, he nods.
“Yep,” he says absentmindedly.
“Good,” Zoey trails. She turns to see the plates, covered with leftover spaghetti sauce, next to them on the coffee table. From her place on the couch, she leans over and piles the plates up, asking “Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yep,” Lucas answers, annoyed.
“Good,” Zoey trails again. The burden of parenting her younger brother is one Zoey takes proudly, but not without difficulty. Lucas is mostly a good kid: does what he’s asked, doesn’t cause trouble, stays on the straight and narrow. His good nature and naivety, however, leave him at the mercy of bullies. He also is more than a little socially awkward, another easy point to attack. At best the bullies verbally tease him, at worst they actively pursue him and attack him. Or use him to get to Zoey, to get into her…No. Enough of him. But it was exactly because of him that a rift was created between the two siblings. It was decided by their parents to switch schools. How could she return after the pictures? The siblings ended up missing an entire semester of school as Zoey tried to cope with what happened. Her brother still resents her for the switch, barely understanding why they switched in the first place, and the loss of their parents has only made things worse. Switching schools has meant the loss of all his friends, and now he might be seeing more of his sister at the smaller New Caldwell High School. Lucas, for all his naivety, is a genius. He managed to skip the eighth grade, being a freshman at the age of 13.
At least I’ll be able to keep tabs on him more, Zoey thinks. She doesn’t even want to think about next year when she’s in college. For now, she focuses on high school. Her new, shiny, hopefully-better-than-the-last high school. New school means new people, so at least no one knows about “the incident” from last year. But Zoey doesn’t let herself get excited about the prospect of making new friends. She doesn’t let herself get excited dreaming about boys and getting a new, shiny, hopefully-better-than-the-last boyfriend. All she wants to do is stand by Lucas’ side and shield him from all of the terrible people in the world. It’s not fair, she thinks, that people take advantage of the sweetest, nicest, best person she’s ever met.
But the distance between the formerly close siblings is now seemingly impossible to cross.
The Next Morning:
Zoey:
Blond hair straightened. Mascara. Cherry red lipstick. Foundation and blush. Light blue nail polish to match her eyes. Favorite pair of jeans. Pink V-neck. Brown boots. Aviators. Zoey checks herself in the mirror and can’t help but admire herself, feeling pride in her body. Puberty had done her a lot of good. Long legs and standing five feet five inches tall, great skin and complexion, curves in all the places the boys liked. Having turned 18 only four months ago, Zoey already considers herself an adult. Life had forced her to grow up, whether she wanted to or not.
Zoey checks her phone. 7:25am. The bus would be here any second now. “Luke?!” she calls, leaving her bedroom and walking into the main room of the apartment.
Lucas:
Lucas barely realizes which clothes he’s picked out. Black Pokémon shirt, jeans, glasses, short blond hair that needs no attention. At 14 years old, he still has a baby face. He stands barely five feet tall and is as skinny as they come. He spends most of the morning playing video games, unbothered by the start of a new school year at a new school. His attention is barely called away from his game when he hears his sister. “Here,” he responds, sitting at the kitchen table.
“You ready?” Zoey asks as she grabs her backpack and hooks her arms through the straps.
“I’m fighting the boss.”
“Okay, well, we need to go now.” Zoey hates adopting her mother’s tone. She feels like she’s condescending to her brother. Her mother used to do that and it always bothered Zoey. Trying to be a sister, not a mother, she asks “So, what are you playing?”
“Fire Emblem,” Lucas says in between button presses.
“That’s the strategy one, right?” Zoey recalls. Her brother doesn’t say much, unless it’s about games, video or otherwise. Then he can’t stop talking. It bewilders Zoey how he knows so much. Not just about games, but how to play them, to beat them. Zoey gave up ever trying to win chess. She still tries, but it’s like a brick playing against a chess genius. Never much competition. Not that they’ve played recently…
But that’s not why Zoey played. She enjoys seeing Lucas’ eyes light up, seeing his mind turn over, seeing how he smiles when he finds the best move. It’s little moments like that that make all the stress melt away for Zoey and make her long for the days they were close. “You want to tell me about it on the bus?”
“Not really,” Lucas says, getting up from the table but not for a moment taking his face away from his game. His words sting Zoey, who hands him his bag which he just carries by the strap so he can still play.
When the bus arrives, Zoey gently rubs Lucas’ arm to let him know to follow her. Together, they walk outside their apartment and take the elevator down. Their parents’ cars were sold off to bring in some extra money. So was the house. And most of their parents’ things. Lots of things were sold off and left behind when they moved to New Caldwell.
The two siblings board the bus and Zoey leads her brother to an empty seat. She lets him sit first so that she can sit near the aisle. A protective move. And Zoey is in a protective mode. She scans all the other kids on the bus, assessing potential threats. Lucas remains wholly unaware as he plays his game. As the bus pulls away, he turns to his sister. “Do you have to sit next to me?” He asks, a little bit of anger in his voice.
“Oh, I just thought that…” Zoey starts, a pained expression on her face.
“Never mind,” Lucas dismisses, returning to his game.
Zoey looks forward, a painful, distant look in her eyes. She swallows hard and bites her lip, fighting back tears. They used to be so close, and now he practically hates her. But that hasn’t stopped Zoey from taking care of him. For now, she refocuses on her job. She eyes each and every individual student. Who they’re talking to, how they’re talking, what they’re saying. The drive to school is a mission, an assessment. She makes little folders and files in her mind, remembering names and noting potential bullies. The thirty minute ride goes by fast as Zoey and Lucas arrive at New Caldwell High School.
One Year Ago:
Everyone is laughing. They’re not even trying to hide it. Zoey can feel her cheeks flush. He threatened to share the pictures, but she never thought he’d do it. She feels betrayed. Embarrassed. Humiliated. And then she sees him. Him. He’s showing his friends something on his phone. Two of them see Zoey and grin wolfishly. One wolf whistles. Another one shouts “Nice body!” The young woman wants to hide, to hide away and die somewhere.
Never again. Never again would she let a bastard use her or her brother.
Two Months Ago:
Zoey can barely hear the priest give his eulogy. She barely cares. All she can think about is how she’s supposed to care for Lucas. She looks over to him and sees he’s crying over the loss of their parents. She puts her arm around him and holds him close. It’s the two of us against the world, she thinks.
Now:
“Are you ready for school tomorrow?” Zoey asks. Using her foot, she bumps Lucas’ leg. Without looking up from his Nintendo DS, he nods.
“Yep,” he says absentmindedly.
“Good,” Zoey trails. She turns to see the plates, covered with leftover spaghetti sauce, next to them on the coffee table. From her place on the couch, she leans over and piles the plates up, asking “Did you have enough to eat?”
“Yep,” Lucas answers, annoyed.
“Good,” Zoey trails again. The burden of parenting her younger brother is one Zoey takes proudly, but not without difficulty. Lucas is mostly a good kid: does what he’s asked, doesn’t cause trouble, stays on the straight and narrow. His good nature and naivety, however, leave him at the mercy of bullies. He also is more than a little socially awkward, another easy point to attack. At best the bullies verbally tease him, at worst they actively pursue him and attack him. Or use him to get to Zoey, to get into her…No. Enough of him. But it was exactly because of him that a rift was created between the two siblings. It was decided by their parents to switch schools. How could she return after the pictures? The siblings ended up missing an entire semester of school as Zoey tried to cope with what happened. Her brother still resents her for the switch, barely understanding why they switched in the first place, and the loss of their parents has only made things worse. Switching schools has meant the loss of all his friends, and now he might be seeing more of his sister at the smaller New Caldwell High School. Lucas, for all his naivety, is a genius. He managed to skip the eighth grade, being a freshman at the age of 13.
At least I’ll be able to keep tabs on him more, Zoey thinks. She doesn’t even want to think about next year when she’s in college. For now, she focuses on high school. Her new, shiny, hopefully-better-than-the-last high school. New school means new people, so at least no one knows about “the incident” from last year. But Zoey doesn’t let herself get excited about the prospect of making new friends. She doesn’t let herself get excited dreaming about boys and getting a new, shiny, hopefully-better-than-the-last boyfriend. All she wants to do is stand by Lucas’ side and shield him from all of the terrible people in the world. It’s not fair, she thinks, that people take advantage of the sweetest, nicest, best person she’s ever met.
But the distance between the formerly close siblings is now seemingly impossible to cross.
The Next Morning:
Zoey:
Blond hair straightened. Mascara. Cherry red lipstick. Foundation and blush. Light blue nail polish to match her eyes. Favorite pair of jeans. Pink V-neck. Brown boots. Aviators. Zoey checks herself in the mirror and can’t help but admire herself, feeling pride in her body. Puberty had done her a lot of good. Long legs and standing five feet five inches tall, great skin and complexion, curves in all the places the boys liked. Having turned 18 only four months ago, Zoey already considers herself an adult. Life had forced her to grow up, whether she wanted to or not.
Zoey checks her phone. 7:25am. The bus would be here any second now. “Luke?!” she calls, leaving her bedroom and walking into the main room of the apartment.
Lucas:
Lucas barely realizes which clothes he’s picked out. Black Pokémon shirt, jeans, glasses, short blond hair that needs no attention. At 14 years old, he still has a baby face. He stands barely five feet tall and is as skinny as they come. He spends most of the morning playing video games, unbothered by the start of a new school year at a new school. His attention is barely called away from his game when he hears his sister. “Here,” he responds, sitting at the kitchen table.
“You ready?” Zoey asks as she grabs her backpack and hooks her arms through the straps.
“I’m fighting the boss.”
“Okay, well, we need to go now.” Zoey hates adopting her mother’s tone. She feels like she’s condescending to her brother. Her mother used to do that and it always bothered Zoey. Trying to be a sister, not a mother, she asks “So, what are you playing?”
“Fire Emblem,” Lucas says in between button presses.
“That’s the strategy one, right?” Zoey recalls. Her brother doesn’t say much, unless it’s about games, video or otherwise. Then he can’t stop talking. It bewilders Zoey how he knows so much. Not just about games, but how to play them, to beat them. Zoey gave up ever trying to win chess. She still tries, but it’s like a brick playing against a chess genius. Never much competition. Not that they’ve played recently…
But that’s not why Zoey played. She enjoys seeing Lucas’ eyes light up, seeing his mind turn over, seeing how he smiles when he finds the best move. It’s little moments like that that make all the stress melt away for Zoey and make her long for the days they were close. “You want to tell me about it on the bus?”
“Not really,” Lucas says, getting up from the table but not for a moment taking his face away from his game. His words sting Zoey, who hands him his bag which he just carries by the strap so he can still play.
When the bus arrives, Zoey gently rubs Lucas’ arm to let him know to follow her. Together, they walk outside their apartment and take the elevator down. Their parents’ cars were sold off to bring in some extra money. So was the house. And most of their parents’ things. Lots of things were sold off and left behind when they moved to New Caldwell.
The two siblings board the bus and Zoey leads her brother to an empty seat. She lets him sit first so that she can sit near the aisle. A protective move. And Zoey is in a protective mode. She scans all the other kids on the bus, assessing potential threats. Lucas remains wholly unaware as he plays his game. As the bus pulls away, he turns to his sister. “Do you have to sit next to me?” He asks, a little bit of anger in his voice.
“Oh, I just thought that…” Zoey starts, a pained expression on her face.
“Never mind,” Lucas dismisses, returning to his game.
Zoey looks forward, a painful, distant look in her eyes. She swallows hard and bites her lip, fighting back tears. They used to be so close, and now he practically hates her. But that hasn’t stopped Zoey from taking care of him. For now, she refocuses on her job. She eyes each and every individual student. Who they’re talking to, how they’re talking, what they’re saying. The drive to school is a mission, an assessment. She makes little folders and files in her mind, remembering names and noting potential bullies. The thirty minute ride goes by fast as Zoey and Lucas arrive at New Caldwell High School.
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