Even though Curt was only on the third day of his ten day suspension for ‘physically assaulting’ another boy on school property, he still found himself waking up somewhere between seven and eight am. Rather than an alarm waking him though, it was the pain returning to his arm again as the previous night’s painkiller began wearing off.
He made a half-hearted attempt to push himself up from his mattress with his uninjured left arm, before falling back against his pillows while clad in nothing more than the underwear he normally slept in. “Mom!” he shouted in the general direction of his bedroom door. Receiving no response in the next ten seconds, he shouted louder, “mom!”
Finally, after another moment, his younger sister Phoebe pushed his door open with a scowl. The rather pretty eighth grader gave him a slight glare from where she stood outside the door, long dark blonde hair dripping water upon the towel wrapped tightly around her just recently developed curves.
“You can stop shouting. She’s not here” she informed him as she rolled her eyes at his annoyed expression before offering a further explanation, “she’s breakfasting with the other real housewives of Richmond, pretending all is well so they couldn’t possibly believe all those nasty rumors about her perfect son” she scoffed.
“She’s supposed to bring me my morning pill” Curt complained as his eyes moved over Phoebe.
“Your legs ain’t broken too, are they?” Phoebe returned sarcastically.
“You ever try getting out of bed with only your left arm?” Curt bit back, “just get me my pill, brat.”
“Some of us still need to get ready for school” Phoebe glared again.
“Then hurry the fuck up” Curt retorted, which just caused her to sigh heavily before heading back toward the bathroom to do as he asked, if for no other reason than to shut him up.
When she returned to the room a moment later, her expression had not softened as she continued tightly holding the towel around her as she attempted to navigate the clutter that was his bedroom floor.
“You also didn’t finish my homework for me last night” Curt scolded her as he impatiently waited for her to reach the bed.
“Me?” she scoffed, “I’m in eighth, you’re in twelfth. I think there’s a flaw in your plan.”
Curt returned her scoff, “I don’t know any of the answers either. Just make shit up. That’s what I do.”
“Well, good luck with that route now that you’re probably losing your football scholarship” Phoebe returned wryly as she held out the pill to him.
“Fuck you” he growled as he snatched the pill from her hand. Though as she began to turn away, his annoyance and general discontent with her and everything else going on in his life made him unable to curb the urge to punish her comment further by reaching out with that still uninjured arm, and roughly yanking the towel hard to pull it away from her, exposing her completely to him as she blushed brightly and quickly scrambled to reclaim the towel from his grip and cover her nude body once more. “Damn, when’d you grow tits, Pheebs?” he smirked as she struggled to cover herself again, “even got some peach fuzz down there” he added, his eyes moving over her exposed skin once more just before she finally managed to hide herself again.
“You’re an asshole” she barked back at him. But then her eyes couldn’t help but catch sight of his obvious arousal, considering his own state of dress, “god, you’re sick!” she added with further disgust as she quickly began making her way away from his bed and back through the mess to his bedroom door again.
“What’s the big deal, Pheebs? That fag Sky makes his sister suck his cock all the time. Don’t you want me to teach you how to do it right? We’re alone, I could even pop your cherry for you too!” he called after her with a gleeful malice. Though Phoebe offered no response other than another disgusted groan and a shudder as she stepped out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
It wasn’t too long after Phoebe left his room, that she also left for school with a slam of the front door. After taking his pill Curt glared down at his continuing arousal and then at the cast covering his right arm and sighed in further annoyance and frustration. He slid to the edge of the bed and opened the top book on the pile of school textbooks he was still expected to do work from regardless of his suspension. It’s not that he had any intention or desire to actually do the work as much as he just wanted to get his mind on something that would hopefully make his current state dissipate.
After a few moments of staring blankly at the textbook, a girl’s voice interrupted the silence, “need some help?” she asked wryly from where she was now standing inside his bedroom doorway despite Curt having no indication of her arrival at all.
“What the?” he asked as he looked up and then took pause. He took another moment as the pretty young blonde girl leaned back upon his door, “Caitlin?” he asked, finally pulling her name from his memory.
“Wow, you remembered my name. That is impressive” she told him smartly as she continued to center her dark blue eyes on him, “then again, I guess I was your first” she added.
Curt just scoffed, “no you weren’t” he retorted, still rather confused by her presence at all.
“I don’t mean that first” she stated as she moved to randomly glance at the various items scattered through his room.
Shaking his head at that strange comment, Curt moved on, “didn’t we break up? Like three years ago?” Curt returned pointedly after allowing his eyes to move over her tight t-shirt and shorts for another moment, which did nothing to calm his current frustration either.
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“Break up?” she laughed loudly. “That’s a quaint way of putting it” she scoffed as she continued to move around the room, running her fingers over his football memorabilia.
Curt scoffed at her comment, continuing to eye her as she moved around the room. “I thought you moved or some shit?”
Caitlin shook her pretty blonde waves as she gave him another wry look, “not like I had a choice, Curt. Come on” she told him pointedly.
Shaking his head at another vague comment of hers, “what are you even doing here, Caitlin?”
“Here in your bedroom you mean? I thought this is where you liked having me; in every way. Regardless of what I thought” she added more coolly.
Curt scoffed again, “is that supposed to be some dig about this trial bullshit?”
“Whatsoever do you mean? Are you implying that I might have something to say at this trial of yours; being your first and all?” she repeated as she took a seat on his desk, deliberately spreading her legs ever so slightly to allow him to easily see under those short shorts she wore, and only adding to the secondary cause of his current frustration.
“I told you already, you weren’t my first” he told her with annoyance.
“And I told you already; I don’t mean the first girl who willingly let you inside her. But then again, you never really were very good at hearing what I said, were you? Even when I screamed it; over, and over.”
“Fuck you” Curt bit back, “get the fuck out.”
“What? You want me to leave? Odd, last time I was in this room, I was the one who desperately wanted to leave. But you wouldn’t have any of that then. You just held me down and made me stay while I screamed and cried and bled and begged you to get off of me; while I pleaded for you to stop. But you didn’t want me to leave then. You wouldn’t let me leave then. At least not until you were done. Then you couldn’t get rid of me soon enough, huh?” she growled, her glare burning into him.
“Shut the fuck up with that bullshit” he growled back, “you let me fuck you two weeks earlier. Don’t try to play innocent now.”
“Wow, you remember that even? Aren’t you full of surprises? I thought for sure I was the only one who remembered giving you my virginity. I mean, I was only a stupid fourteen year old then. I thought it was ok that it hurt and bled that time too. But when you held my mouth shut to keep my pain from waking your parents, and then bitched at me about the blood on your sheet; I think that’s when I started to grow up a little. But then, two weeks later, when you had your fifteenth birthday and tried to guilt me into letting you use the ‘other hole’ I believe you called it? That was when I really grew up. Especially after I told you no and you ripped off my panties and put it in there anyway, despite my struggles and my screams and my pain. That’s definitely when I really grew up. That’s when I became your first: Your first real victim that is. And apparently you liked it so much you just kept finding new ones, didn’t you?”
“Get the fuck outta here you little bitch!” he retorted as he moved to stand.
“But I’m not really here” she stated with a knowing smile before disappearing right before his eyes, and leaving him all alone with her words and his shock and confusion.
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When Phoebe arrived back home that afternoon, she had Curt’s friend Scott with her, as she had texted him for a ride from her school after class. It seemed she wasn’t sure when her parents were getting home that day and that fact somehow made her leery of just heading home alone as she usually did.
At the sound of the door opening, Curt appeared from the kitchen where he had been struggling to make himself a snack with just that left arm. “Seriously, when the fuck is mom getting home?” was the way he greeted his sister as she entered the house. Phoebe’s only response was a glare, still obviously upset by that morning’s encounter. Then Scott stepped into the house after her, his own expression seeming less than pleased. “Since when are you two friends?” Curt scoffed, “or are you just trying to fuck my friends now?” he asked his sister with another scowl.
Scott was the one who answered though, as Phoebe just stomped up the stairs without a response, “you seriously think I’d be sleeping with your little sister?” Scott retorted, his foul mood apparent in his voice as well.
“She’s not so little anymore” Curt laughed, “man, I saw her after she got outta the shower this morning” Curt gloated, “she’s got tits now and everything. There’s even grass on the field. May as well play ball, right?” he smirked, making sure he spoke loudly enough for Phoebe to hear him as she hurried the rest of the way up the stairs.
“Yeah. I heard about the towel shit. And dude, she’s your sister. Is she even fourteen yet?” Scott replied with another glare.
Curt scoffed then, “please, you’ve checked out freshman girls the same as I have. Half of them are the same age as her. What’s with you today?” he shook his head and moved back toward the kitchen.
“Curt, your own sister didn’t wanna be alone in the house with you; so she called me. Does that seem right to you?” Scott retorted with disbelief as he grudgingly followed the other boy from the room.
“Sounds like she’s just bein a whiny lil bitch” Curt returned as he moved back to the fridge, “those seem to be going around today” he added in a mumble.
“Well, allow me to continue to whine” Scott returned sarcastically as Curt reached for a jug of juice and began downing it, sans glass, “after Phoebe told me about what you did this morning, I had to ask her if she knew who the other girls were who were accusing you of shit. I just had to know. And for fuck’s sake, Curt; Chloe and Sarah?” he asked with disbelief.
Curt only scoffed as he took another swig, “more whiny bitches.”
“Tim’s girlfriend last summer, and mine this summer?” Scott returned with further anger.
“Not like the two of you were fucking them. The poor girls were desperate for it. I obliged” he shrugged.
Scott shook his head again, “so desperate for it that they’re tellin the cops you put something in their drinks and they woke up with you shoving your dick up their asses?”
“Hey, they both willingly drank the drinks and came up to the room with me. They should be happy I gave em something to make it an easier ride. After all, ass don’t lead to babies, not to mention how much tighter they were back there. I mean, they were cheerleaders, even if you two weren’t takin advantage of that fact for some lame ass reason” Curt smirked again. He then looked back as Scott continued to center an angry glare on him, “seriously, if you gave two shits about whats-her-face or whats-her-face’s friend, you’d be hitting me right now, not just glaring like I kicked your puppy” he chuckled again.
“Tighter?” Scott just shook his head with further disbelief, “and I seriously doubt they were desperate for what you did; especially since I’m pretty sure both of them were virgins at the time they were dating each of us.”
“Virgin cheerleaders? That’s rich” Curt returned as he turned away to continue to peruse the contents of the refrigerator, “and if they were dating the two of you and still virgins, maybe I should be asking you how fucking queer you and Tim both were? Maybe you’re just jealous cause I wasn’t shoving it in your asses instead. Maybe just maybe that is why poor Timmie blew his head off after all” Curt taunted.
“You’re such a prick” Scott returned, “and I hope you do get locked up for the shit you seem to think is ok. Maybe once you get a few dicks shoved up your ass against your will, you’ll finally fucking get it. And newsflash; I was trying to be your last friend, even after all this. But now that I know that you’re not even trying to deny any of it? And you don’t seem to feel even remotely bad about any of this stuff that you’re not denying? And you’re even pulling shit with your own little sister now? I’m just so done with you” and with that, he angrily stormed out of the room.