Nice. Hopefully there’s more?

A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of the city’s seedier (relatively speaking) neighborhoods so he could avoid dealing with his sister’s post-playtime affections.

The boy silently made his way home, trudging up the hill towards his street as he thought. He’d grown to hate being around his sister, and especially being stuck at home alone with her, so much so that he genuinely contemplated heading straight to school. One cursory sniff of his jacket sleeve convinced the child otherwise; he desperately needed a shower. Thinking back on the last few years, Jessie had come to realize just how much his relationship with his family had changed. Of course, the sexual aspect was the major difference, but there was a time when he may have even reluctantly enjoyed “playing” with his sister, despite how awful and disgusting such an admission made him feel. Not even 2 years ago Alice was much kinder, gentler, and more docile, but now she seemed to take pleasure in abusing the boy, even going so far as to leave disgustingly vulgar notes and pictures in his backpack, not to mention the veritable tons of pornographic images she’d been downloading onto his phone’s microSD card. Before recently the siblings’ “sessions” were relatively tame, typically ending with Alice reading her brother a story as the two cuddled, but nowadays what was once somewhat enjoyable (if not still highly illegal and scarring) sibling "bonding" had become a violent affair, with Jessie sporting enough bruises, welts, marks, and scars to necessitate the many long-sleeved shirts and jackets that he’d grown accustomed to wearing.

As much as he hated his sister, Jessie still felt that there was some love between the two, as twisted and warped as it had become, which was why he felt so awful about how their relationship had soured, despite the fact that it was entirely through no fault of his own. The boy was always a sensitive and introverted child, often derided for his somewhat effeminate and reserved behavior even from a young age. As a result, he had few – or more accurately, no – friends, relying solely on his sister’s companionship since his absent father and hardworking-but-neglectful mother left the young redhead pining for some form of closeness and affection. Unfortunately, he’d grown to resent her behavior, and especially how she regarded him. What had once been a friendly, loving, platonic, and consensual relationship had devolved into a hateful, violent, and disgusting farce, tinged with a mutual disdain and no small amount of self-hatred. Jessie felt that he was beholden to his sister, it wasn’t like anyone else had taken an interest in his companionship, and while he hated being abused, it was better than being avoided altogether. The young child sighed as he palmed the doorknob to his home, taking one last moment to gather his wits before stepping inside. Empty. He felt a twinge of disgust at his budding disappointment as he made his way to his shared room. Rifling through his drawer, the boy pulled out a pair of faded beige khakis, a light blue polo shirt, and a pair of torn socks and made his way to the shower. Jessie quickly disrobed, averting his eyes from the mirror in the bathroom as he stepped into the shower. He found the scalding water to be somewhat relaxing, preferring to rub his skin raw whenever he bathed (which had become increasingly rare over the past year). After he was finished the boy grabbed his backpack and stared at the disheveled jacket hanging on the coat-rack. As much as he’d hate walking to and from school in 44-degree weather without a jacket, the thought of donning the disgusting article almost made the young child physically ill, so he left without it.



Jessie sat in class, listening absentmindedly as his teacher explained long division to a class that was half-empty (and what desks weren’t empty were occupied by sorely disinterested students, many of whom were engaging in idle chat or playing with their phones). He wasn’t particularly interested in the lesson, but he knew that he wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, and college was his best bet. The young ginger had high hopes for his educational career, and while he was sure his family wouldn’t have the sway or the funds to get him into a private school, he could at least strive for a decent public school, and the Advanced and Gifted program at James Watson middle school was a perfect fit. It was far enough that he’d have to take the bus instead of walking, in a nice enough neighborhood that he wouldn’t have to deal with homeless drug addicts and prostitutes whenever school got out, and with its AAG program he could probably find some smarter kids to hang out with. All he had to do was bide his time and keep his head down, once Alice left for college (assuming she had the grades to get accepted, Jessie realized that he didn’t actually know much about his sister’s school performance, or even what grade she was in for that matter) he’d have much less to worry about and would easily be able to perform in school. He had at most 4 years left of dealing with his sister and after that he’d be in the clear. The child’s inner musing was interrupted by the bell for 4th period followed by the loud screeching of desks scraping against the tiled floor.

The redheaded child made his way down to the school’s rundown basement computer lab, where his computer science teacher Mr. Ficètte was fiddling with an old Apple II computer in the corner of the small room. Being situated in the middle of the city’s most rundown district, Sotomayor Elementary was extremely underfunded, which is to say that most of its allotted funds were spent on various security measures, including cameras, metal detectors at every entrance, armed security staff, and lockdown measures. As a result, the computer lab was outdated at best, utterly ancient at worst. The walls were lined with old Windows ME systems, Apple IIs, and even an antique IBM PC, all of which were used by students for little more than basic word processing, spreadsheet manipulation, and presentation creation. All told, Jessie’s phone was easily more powerful than half the computers in the room combined, but of course students were forced to make due. Taking a seat at his assigned computer, Jessie took a minute to inwardly snicker at the room’s décor. With all the outdated hardware, the tacky carpet, the peeling wallpaper, and the desks and chairs with so many names carved into them they looked like one of those memorial statues covered in the names of dead soldiers, it looked like a time capsule from the ‘80s had exploded in the room. “Hey, Jess, early as ever,” the young boy cringed at his teacher’s use of the pet name his sister had taken to using so often, but nodded nonetheless. “Today’s just another makeup day, so you can chill out or head to the library if you’ve already done the work,” the middle-aged teacher finished. “Thanks Mr. F!” Jessie beamed as he took the opportunity to pack up his things before making his way out of the computer lab. He’d always taken it upon himself to finish his work as quickly as possible, so he had plenty of free time in a few of his classes, most of which was spent reading, browsing the internet, or avoiding running into most of his classmates. Making his way out of the classroom, the young ginger noticed a few of his classmates standing in the hallway and silently chatting as a few of them seemed to eye him apprehensively, increasing his pace to a brisk walk as he made his way up the side stairs to the main hallway on the ground floor.

Stepping into the library, Jessie waved at Ms. Tritori, the school’s librarian, and made his way to his favorite computer at the far end of the room. While students normally weren’t allowed to leave classrooms and freely roam the halls, the boy was lucky enough to have been chosen as hall monitor for the month, which meant he was able to freely “patrol” the halls after finishing his work in certain classes (provided his teacher was okay with it). Of course, he spent most of this free time in the library, seated at the fastest computer in the whole school (as far as he knew), which was perfect for playing games that he’d downloaded onto his phone. He didn’t own a computer of his own (or a gaming console of any kind), and his mother couldn’t afford anything more than basic cable even with multiple jobs, so this was the closest he came to entertaining himself outside of his cheap government-funded phone. The young redhead spent the next hour or so transferring said games and checking out a few books before he realized school was almost over, and while he didn’t really want to go home, he wasn’t sure he wanted to upset his sister any more than he already had. Thankfully, he had a plan to alleviate some of his sibling-related stress, even if it was only temporarily. Jessie packed up his electronics and powered down the computer, already salivating at the thought of all the games he’d be playing on it next week, before making his way out of the library, making sure to wave goodbye to Ms. Tritori on his way out.

The crimson late Autumn sunset had already begun to creep its way onto the horizon as an equally crimson crop of hair resting atop the head of a young freckled child bobbed and swayed its way down the sidewalk. The child was seemingly lost in thought as the mid-afternoon breeze disturbed his already-disheveled hair, his brow furrowed in concentration and his gaze cast downward as he fiddled with the sole hanging strap on his backpack. Jessie had spent the past 15 minutes thinking of ways to enact his plan. He was sure that Alice would be home by now – it was almost 4:00 P.M after all – but the real question was whether or not she’d be in one of her moods. Her… “episodes” weren’t a daily occurrence thankfully, but she always went a little wild on Fridays or Saturdays, and the poor child was still recovering from her last violent outburst the week prior. The boy cringed when he thought of the few new scars he sported on his body; a smattering of small fleshy pockets just below his right elbow from being stabbed repeatedly with a fork last week, a long burgundy scar along the underside of his left forearm from the swiss army knife his sister’s boyfriend had left at their house a month or so ago, a patch of dead skin on the palm of his left hand ripe for peeling that he’d earned from the girl’s lighter, and a small circular group of indentations along his left shoulder from Alice’s “foreplay.” To be frank, he was exhausted, and he knew that he’d have to set his plan into motion soon if he wanted to resolve his issue with the older girl without utterly destroying his life and his family. While he wasn’t too crazy about his current living situation, it was at least much better than some of the horror stories he’d seen online about the foster care system, especially for children his age. Not to mention the fact that it would utterly devastate his mother if she ever found out, with the threat of losing her children to the state being the icing on the proverbial shit cake.

Jessie was freed from his cogitation when he almost tripped over the front step to his home, his own outlook matching the depressing bungalow’s state as he heard what sounded like the drunken rambling of his sister and her boyfriend in the living room. Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves for the ordeal ahead, he fished his house key from the smallest pouch in his backpack, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. The child almost jumped at the shrill voice that greeted him from the kitchen, inwardly cursing when his sister drunkenly shambled into the living room with a goofy smile glued to her face. “Heeeeyy, s’just the guy I wanted t’see!” she stumbled over the end table before plodding her way over to her younger sibling and placing an uneasy hand on his shoulder. She leaned down and pulled the boy into a bone-crushing hug, simultaneously reaching up to caress his hair and down to molest the back of his upper thigh. “I m’ssed you y’know, we’ve beeeenn… waiting f’r you all day!” The boy stood stock still, completely confused by his sister’s slurred speech and friendly demeanor. He’d (regrettably) seen her drunk before, but she usually maintained her calm and domineering personality even when completely hammered, and he had plenty of physical reminders to prove it. The pre-pubescent boy jumped when he felt a hand make its way down the front of his khakis and squirmed incessantly when it groped his family jewels. “Mmmm, soon ‘s Connie’s done in the basthroom we can all play t’gether.” Alice slurred as she clumsily grabbed the boy’s hands before shakily straightening her posture and leading him to the living room couch. “Umm, where’s mom?” the young child inquired, “i-it’s Friday, shouldn’t she be here? She… umm, wouldn’t want you drinking.” The older girl sank into the middle couch cushion and pulled her brother into her lap, clasping her hands together over his navel and nuzzling the boy’s shoulder. “S’okay, she won’t be back ‘till morning, we got plentya time to play,” Alice smiled as she playfully nibbled the underaged boy’s neck before pulling him in and lightly grinding her crotch against the seat of his pants. While he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the situation, Jessie decided against struggling or fighting for the time being, as being molested was preferable to being beaten and molested, and Alice seemed much less forceful and violent in her current inebriated state.

The sound of the toilet flushing followed by an elongated creaking and punctuated by the hollow thud of wood meeting wood filled the small home as the bathroom door burst open and gave pause to the teenaged girl’s uninhibited exploration of her sibling’s body. She jerked her head backwards and smiled at the young man who drunkenly sauntered out of the lavatory. “Hey babe, look who finally showed up,” the bubbly girl chirped, petting her younger brother’s thighs as the man behind her chuckled haughtily. Jessie understood that his sister had a somewhat … unorthodox lifestyle, but he never understood why she was so comfortable around her boyfriend. It wasn’t that he was a bad guy per se, but seeing as how he was almost 24 and consistently unemployed, it seemed odd that Alice was so infatuated with him. Connor hopped over the couch, landing on the cushion next to Alice, and draped an arm over her shoulder. The young boy couldn’t help but notice the squat glass bottle that the grown man held in his left hand, and while he couldn’t quite make out the name he did take note of the pirate on the label propping one leg up on a barrel. Jessie surveyed the rest of the living room; empty bottles strewn about, a mess of newly-made stains on the loveseat, an empty cardboard box with various fruits depicted on the label with brightly-colored print that he couldn’t quite make out, and a pair of cotton panties draped over the lamp on the end table.

The ginger boy flinched when someone flicked his temple, turning towards his sister’s grown lover as she continued to caress and fondle the boy. “Hey squirt, nice of you to show up on time for once.” Connor reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair as he took a swig from his pirate-themed bottle of hooch. The child reached up to straighten his hair but was immediately impeded by a pair of hands lightly grasping his arms and dragging them slowly back down to rest on his thighs. The proprietor of said hands held the boy’s arms in place as she leaned forward and whispered into his ear, “Connie’s gonna play sex with us t’day, ‘kay?” Alice giggled as her younger sibling squirmed in her arms, holding his arms firmly at his sides as she nibbled his ear and peppered the nape of his neck with wet, sloppy kisses. She tightened her grip, bringing the boy’s hands together and nearly crushing them as she continued to tease him. “I bet he’d even pop your butt cherry‘f you wanted,” she whispered, “I hear it feels soooo good for guys.” With that, the boy finally felt himself panicking a bit, his eyes darting back and forth between his lap and the 6’2 24-year-old man sitting on the couch next to him and his sister, the latter of whom was pre-occupied with grinding against his backside as she drunkenly mumbled something about lubricant. Jessie jumped as the only adult in the room stood and gestured for Alice to follow him into the siblings’ shared bedroom. His heart exploded against his ribcage as his sister complied, lifting him off the couch by his armpits and following close behind her grown lover. He knew he couldn’t let the situation progress, all it would take was a single locked door and he'd be utterly powerless, so he scrambled into action as quickly as he could.

Alice screamed out as the boy bit her arm as hard as he could, dashing for the front door when she dropped him. Throwing as much of his weight forward to put as large of a gap between him and his tormentors as he possibly could, Jessie tripped over the ottoman and tumbled past the front door and into his mother’s bedroom door. He tried to right himself, but was immediately set upon by a pair of large hands and tossed into the living room mantle, knocking over the framed picture of him and his sister. The child crawled towards the front door, reaching up just in time for a pair of scissors to embed themselves in his right hand. Recoiling, he weakly cowered as his sister reached down and grabbed him by his collar, dragging him into their room. Jessie tried to scream, but all he could manage was a yelp and a weak whimper before a hot flash of pain erupted in his nose as the older girl slammed his face against the bedframe and tossed him onto the bottom bunk. The adolescent was panting now, adrenaline coursing through his veins thanks to his panicked outburst, wincing as he felt the blood trickling down to his upper lip and dripping from his right palm, staining Alice’s silky white sheets a deep crimson. The older sibling merely stared down at the boy, anger boiling in her stomach so ferociously that it worked its way to her fingertips. She turned to her boyfriend, who had just finished locking the bedroom door, and fished the switchblade he always carried out of his front pocket.

Hovering over her brother, Alice went to work, cutting away at Jessie’s khakis and underwear while her confidant ripped the boy’s arms away from his face and held them above his head. “You really are a little shit, you know that squirt?” the older male spat, “You should be glad I’m not stringing you up by your fucking balls right about now.” Jessie merely stared blankly ahead, dimly aware of the light breeze between his thighs and the pooling blood next to his head. He cringed when his teenaged molester pressed the cold steel against his coin purse, swallowing aridly and closing his eyes as she traced the outline of his shaft with the razor-sharp knife. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks and mixing with the blood that leaked from his nose. “I’m sorry, plea –“ The child was silenced by a sharp slap, followed by a pair of panties shoved into his mouth. He hadn’t even noticed his sister stripping, was just barely aware of her straddling his thighs, the blade of the knife pressed against his throat as she grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I just wanted to have some fun, way to ruin a good time you fucking cunt.” With that, she nodded to her boyfriend, who dragged the boy into a sitting position by his hands and held the child between his legs. Alice found a comfy seat in her brother’s lap and reached down to lift his shirt up over his head, staining the baby blue affair with a rusty streak of blood. The boy silently sniffled as the older man pulled his shirt up and off of his wrists, a salacious grin plastered on his face while his teenaged paramour continued to strip. Alice peeled her shirt off, her exposed breasts spilling out into the cool, damp air, before lowering the knife to Jessie’s chest and hovering over one of his sensitive nipples, the cool steel slowly pressing into his flesh as the child winced in pain.

As much as he wanted to scream, the younger sibling knew it wouldn’t do him any good, the regret he felt towards his awful decision-making only ballooning as he realized that he’d dropped his phone in the commotion. Jessie shuddered as he felt a smooth, velvety pair of lips caressing his shaft, followed by a wet and rhythmic squelching as the older girl went to work, grinding her exposed sex against her sibling’s genitals. The prepubescent shut his eyes tightly, trying anything to convince himself that he was elsewhere. He gasped when he felt a hand wrap around his neck, wincing as he felt the cold tingle of steel against his cheek. “Open your eyes or I’ll cut ‘em out,” Alice sneered. The younger child was absolutely horrified, his arms wobbling uncontrollably before Connor yanked them backwards and clutched the child’s wrists. “Stop fidgeting,” he said flatly, staring daggers at his underaged captive as the child slowly opened his eyes. Alice’s smirk could only be described as sarcastically sweet as she withdrew the blade from her brother’s cheek, grinding away at his under-developed dick with methodical ferocity. After coating her lover’s genitals thoroughly, she leaned forward, pressing her hefty breasts against the boy’s own hairless chest as she lifted her ass from his lap and pulled the sodden panties from his mouth. Slotting her pussy safely against her brother’s sex, she slowly engulfed his boyhood, that sickly smile painted on her face the entire way down. “For an honor roll student,” the teenager began as she bounced in the boy’s lap, panting with each thrust, “you’re really fucking stupid.” “You could’ve avoided all this if you’d just played along. I can’t even enjoy a good buzz without you fucking ruining it with your shitty behavior,” she spat, malice dripping from her words and seeping into the boy’s skin.

Jessie stared his sister down, his eyes defiantly glued to hers, a look that she reflected back at the boy. He tried his hardest to avoid reacting to her solicitous rutting, his inner thighs already slick with her juices, but only lasted a few minutes before he shamefully lowered his gaze and quietly shuddered as the beginnings of his orgasm washed over him. The older sibling merely grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking his head upwards and drinking in the flustered and ignominious look on his face as he pointlessly squirmed beneath her. She laughed aloud when her boyfriend fished the bottle of rum from below the bed, tilting the boy’s head back and forcing as much of the bronze liquid as he could down the young child’s throat. Jessie thrashed as the vile liquid oozed down his throat, panicking violently when a small amount entered his windpipe, finding its way into his sinuses and scorching his nostrils. Alice held the boy in place while he tried to struggle against her grip, laughing and grinding against him as she drank in his misery. Once the bottle of liquor was near-empty Connor withdrew It from the younger sibling’s lips, taking a swig of his own as the child coughed and sputtered, gasping and panting wildly as tears rolled down his cheeks and he resisted the urge to vomit. The teenaged molester wrapped her arms around the boy’s waist, leaning in and peppering his face with kisses, lingering over his lips as she pecked and prodded at the streaks of rum streaming from between his lips. “Look at the bright side,” she began, reaching down and grabbing her panties, which she used to gently dab the newly-dampened blood from her brother’s face, “your nose’ll hurt a lot less in a few minutes.” She stood from the bed, Connor releasing the boy’s head and following behind as she sauntered to the bedroom door. The two kissed, the older man reaching down to grope his girlfriend’s ass. “Don’t stay up too late,” Alice japed, “we’ll be in the living room if you need anything.”

The child was once again alone, lying on soaked sheets in a room that seemed to oscillate as the alcohol left him disoriented and numb. Looking around, Jessie noticed his phone lying on the bedroom’s carpet, its once-immaculate screen cracked in 3 separate places. He climbed out of bed, only to trip and faceplant on his bedroom floor, groaning in pain and frustration as he lifted the device and inspected the damage. Luckily it still functioned, and the touchscreen capabilities were none the worse for wear despite the utterly mangled screen. Sighing in relief, the boy lifted himself onto shaky feet before groggily redressing and lamenting the completely ruined pair of pants and undies he was wearing. While today had been a complete bust, he at least knew that he’d have to approach his plan a lot more subtly if he wanted to resolve his… familial troubles without completely ruining his life. The trouble was figuring out how to do that without being disfigured.

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>A hazy stream of twilight spilled into the siblings’ room, bathing the young woman sleeping in the bottom bunk in a yellowish sheen. She yawned, sitting up and stretching as she blinked the sleep from her eyes. Making her way to the closet, she noted the unsettling silence in her bedroom, an extremely uncommon occurrence over the past 3 years, and donned her technically-government-mandated school uniform; a dark navy-blue polo shirt and a 22-inch khaki skirt. She absolutely abhorred her school’s dress code, but unfortunately, she didn’t have many other options, especially considering the degenerate-infested shithole she and her family inhabited. After spending about half an hour applying her makeup she cast a sidelong glance at the top bunk, almost worried by the utter stillness she noticed, so much so that she took it upon herself to check up on the boy. “Hey Jess, you up?” she began, palming one of the rungs of the ladder up to the boy’s bed, “You should hurry up and get dressed, I’ll walk you to the bus stop on my way t–” the words died on her lips when she saw the empty bed. “God dammit,” she muttered.

>Jessie stood at the bus stop at the end of Calhoun street, his backpack slung over his shoulders as he scratched and picked at the hem of his tattered and dirty jacket, a thin layer of unspeakable fluid congealed around the child’s sleeves and emitting a rather odd odor. He stood and waited, reaching into his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and check the time; 6:54 A.M. The prepubescent despised waking up so early, but it was the only way he could ensure that his sister wouldn't be around to disturb him, or at least wouldn't have the time to. Alice would be getting dressed right about now, leaving the house by 7:15 if she wanted to make it to school by 8, which gave Jessie plenty of time to get home, eat breakfast, take a quick shower, and maybe even watch some cartoons before he had to be at school come 9. He sat on a nearby bench, swiping through his phone before hovering over the .mp3 he'd recorded the night before. Fishing his earbuds out of his backpack, the young child plugged them in and opened the file, grimacing as he was assaulted with the sounds of his mother’s yelling followed by Alice’s shrill retorts. He listened for a few minutes before he heard the sound of the children’s bedroom door slamming followed by the muffled hiss of the local route R42 bus’s brakes as it came to a stop, its doors opening and what looked like a horribly confused and drunken homeless woman shambling out before stumbling off down the street. Jessie sighed, taking note of the time once again – 7:07 – before making his way back home. On days like today he'd taken to leaving home early and travelling about half a mile away to one of the city’s seedier (relatively speaking) neighborhoods so he could avoid dealing with his sister’s post-playtime affections.

>The boy silently made his way home, trudging up the hill towards his street as he thought. He’d grown to hate being around his sister, and especially being stuck at home alone with her, so much so that he genuinely contemplated heading straight to school. One cursory sniff of his jacket sleeve convinced the child otherwise; he desperately needed a shower. Thinking back on the last few years, Jessie had come to realize just how much his relationship with his family had changed. Of course, the sexual aspect was the major difference, but there was a time when he may have even reluctantly enjoyed “playing” with his sister, despite how awful and disgusting such an admission made him feel. Not even 2 years ago Alice was much kinder, gentler, and more docile, but now she seemed to take pleasure in abusing the boy, even going so far as to leave disgustingly vulgar notes and pictures in his backpack, not to mention the veritable tons of pornographic images she’d been downloading onto his phone’s microSD card. Before recently the siblings’ “sessions” were relatively tame, typically ending with Alice reading her brother a story as the two cuddled, but nowadays what was once somewhat enjoyable (if not still highly illegal and scarring) sibling "bonding" had become a violent affair, with Jessie sporting enough bruises, welts, marks, and scars to necessitate the many long-sleeved shirts and jackets that he’d grown accustomed to wearing.

>As much as he hated his sister, Jessie still felt that there was some love between the two, as twisted and warped as it had become, which was why he felt so awful about how their relationship had soured, despite the fact that it was entirely through no fault of his own. The boy was always a sensitive and introverted child, often derided for his somewhat effeminate and reserved behavior even from a young age. As a result, he had few – or more accurately, no – friends, relying solely on his sister’s companionship since his absent father and hardworking-but-neglectful mother left the young redhead pining for some form of closeness and affection. Unfortunately, he’d grown to resent her behavior, and especially how she regarded him. What had once been a friendly, loving, platonic, and consensual relationship had devolved into a hateful, violent, and disgusting farce, tinged with a mutual disdain and no small amount of self-hatred. Jessie felt that he was beholden to his sister, it wasn’t like anyone else had taken an interest in his companionship, and while he hated being abused, it was better than being avoided altogether. The young child sighed as he palmed the doorknob to his home, taking one last moment to gather his wits before stepping inside. Empty. He felt a twinge of disgust at his budding disappointment as he made his way to his shared room. Rifling through his drawer, the boy pulled out a pair of faded beige khakis, a light blue polo shirt, and a pair of torn socks and made his way to the shower. Jessie quickly disrobed, averting his eyes from the mirror in the bathroom as he stepped into the shower. He found the scalding water to be somewhat relaxing, preferring to rub his skin raw whenever he bathed (which had become increasingly rare over the past year). After he was finished the boy grabbed his backpack and stared at the disheveled jacket hanging on the coat-rack. As much as he’d hate walking to and from school in 44-degree weather without a jacket, the thought of donning the disgusting article almost made the young child physically ill, so he left without it.



>Jessie sat in class, listening absentmindedly as his teacher explained long division to a class that was half-empty (and what desks weren’t empty were occupied by sorely disinterested students, many of whom were engaging in idle chat or playing with their phones). He wasn’t particularly interested in the lesson, but he knew that he wanted to get out of the house as soon as possible, and college was his best bet. The young ginger had high hopes for his educational career, and while he was sure his family wouldn’t have the sway or the funds to get him into a private school, he could at least strive for a decent public school, and the Advanced and Gifted program at James Watson middle school was a perfect fit. It was far enough that he’d have to take the bus instead of walking, in a nice enough neighborhood that he wouldn’t have to deal with homeless drug addicts and prostitutes whenever school got out, and with its AAG program he could probably find some smarter kids to hang out with. All he had to do was bide his time and keep his head down, once Alice left for college (assuming she had the grades to get accepted, Jessie realized that he didn’t actually know much about his sister’s school performance, or even what grade she was in for that matter) he’d have much less to worry about and would easily be able to perform in school. He had at most 4 years left of dealing with his sister and after that he’d be in the clear. The child’s inner musing was interrupted by the bell for 4th period followed by the loud screeching of desks scraping against the tiled floor.

>The redheaded child made his way down to the school’s rundown basement computer lab, where his computer science teacher Mr. Ficètte was fiddling with an old Apple II computer in the corner of the small room. Being situated in the middle of the city’s most rundown district, Sotomayor Elementary was extremely underfunded, which is to say that most of its allotted funds were spent on various security measures, including cameras, metal detectors at every entrance, armed security staff, and lockdown measures. As a result, the computer lab was outdated at best, utterly ancient at worst. The walls were lined with old Windows ME systems, Apple IIs, and even an antique IBM PC, all of which were used by students for little more than basic word processing, spreadsheet manipulation, and presentation creation. All told, Jessie’s phone was easily more powerful than half the computers in the room combined, but of course students were forced to make due. Taking a seat at his assigned computer, Jessie took a minute to inwardly snicker at the room’s décor. With all the outdated hardware, the tacky carpet, the peeling wallpaper, and the desks and chairs with so many names carved into them they looked like one of those memorial statues covered in the names of dead soldiers, it looked like a time capsule from the ‘80s had exploded in the room. “Hey, Jess, early as ever,” the young boy cringed at his teacher’s use of the pet name his sister had taken to using so often, but nodded nonetheless. “Today’s just another makeup day, so you can chill out or head to the library if you’ve already done the work,” the middle-aged teacher finished. “Thanks Mr. F!” Jessie beamed as he took the opportunity to pack up his things before making his way out of the computer lab. He’d always taken it upon himself to finish his work as quickly as possible, so he had plenty of free time in a few of his classes, most of which was spent reading, browsing the internet, or avoiding running into most of his classmates. Making his way out of the classroom, the young ginger noticed a few of his classmates standing in the hallway and silently chatting as a few of them seemed to eye him apprehensively, increasing his pace to a brisk walk as he made his way up the side stairs to the main hallway on the ground floor.

>Stepping into the library, Jessie waved at Ms. Tritori, the school’s librarian, and made his way to his favorite computer at the far end of the room. While students normally weren’t allowed to leave classrooms and freely roam the halls, the boy was lucky enough to have been chosen as hall monitor for the month, which meant he was able to freely “patrol” the halls after finishing his work in certain classes (provided his teacher was okay with it). Of course, he spent most of this free time in the library, seated at the fastest computer in the whole school (as far as he knew), which was perfect for playing games that he’d downloaded onto his phone. He didn’t own a computer of his own (or a gaming console of any kind), and his mother couldn’t afford anything more than basic cable even with multiple jobs, so this was the closest he came to entertaining himself outside of his cheap government-funded phone. The young redhead spent the next hour or so transferring said games and checking out a few books before he realized school was almost over, and while he didn’t really want to go home, he wasn’t sure he wanted to upset his sister any more than he already had. Thankfully, he had a plan to alleviate some of his sibling-related stress, even if it was only temporarily. Jessie packed up his electronics and powered down the computer, already salivating at the thought of all the games he’d be playing on it next week, before making his way out of the library, making sure to wave goodbye to Ms. Tritori on his way out.

>The crimson late Autumn sunset had already begun to creep its way onto the horizon as an equally crimson crop of hair resting atop the head of a young freckled child bobbed and swayed its way down the sidewalk. The child was seemingly lost in thought as the mid-afternoon breeze disturbed his already-disheveled hair, his brow furrowed in concentration and his gaze cast downward as he fiddled with the sole hanging strap on his backpack. Jessie had spent the past 15 minutes thinking of ways to enact his plan. He was sure that Alice would be home by now – it was almost 4:00 P.M after all – but the real question was whether or not she’d be in one of her moods. Her… “episodes” weren’t a daily occurrence thankfully, but she always went a little wild on Fridays or Saturdays, and the poor child was still recovering from her last violent outburst the week prior. The boy cringed when he thought of the few new scars he sported on his body; a smattering of small fleshy pockets just below his right elbow from being stabbed repeatedly with a fork last week, a long burgundy scar along the underside of his left forearm from the swiss army knife his sister’s boyfriend had left at their house a month or so ago, a patch of dead skin on the palm of his left hand ripe for peeling that he’d earned from the girl’s lighter, and a small circular group of indentations along his left shoulder from Alice’s “foreplay.” To be frank, he was exhausted, and he knew that he’d have to set his plan into motion soon if he wanted to resolve his issue with the older girl without utterly destroying his life and his family. While he wasn’t too crazy about his current living situation, it was at least much better than some of the horror stories he’d seen online about the foster care system, especially for children his age. Not to mention the fact that it would utterly devastate his mother if she ever found out, with the threat of losing her children to the state being the icing on the proverbial shit cake.

>Jessie was freed from his cogitation when he almost tripped over the front step to his home, his own outlook matching the depressing bungalow’s state as he heard what sounded like the drunken rambling of his sister and her boyfriend in the living room. Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves for the ordeal ahead, he fished his house key from the smallest pouch in his backpack, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. The child almost jumped at the shrill voice that greeted him from the kitchen, inwardly cursing when his sister drunkenly shambled into the living room with a goofy smile glued to her face. “Heeeeyy, s’just the guy I plodding her way over to her younger sibling and placing an uneasy hand on his shoulder. She leaned down and pulled the boy into a bone-crushing hug, simultaneously reaching up to caress his hair and down to molest the back of his upper thigh. “I m’ssed you y’know, we’ve beeeenn… waiting f’r you all day!” The boy stood stock still, completely confused by his sister’s slurred speech em ³ friendl