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Authors name: SafeWord (anonymous)
Story title : O-2000 - Stepsister - Part 9
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O-2000 - Part 9 (Fdom/f, bd, rom, ws, piercing)
By "SafeWord"
Dedicated to: Deitre, Who could say more in fewer words
than I'll ever manage:
to: Lenny Bruce for his courage
to: "O"
Chapter 9: Revenge : Yesterday (ver by Be.)
My bruises healed rapidly. The marks were all most
gone before anyone noticed. Mom came in my room as I
was changing and saw my bum still with some dull yellow
brownish marks showing. I didn't even know she was
there until she asked me how I had got the bruises. I
had been ready for something like that and brushed it
off. Casually telling her I had tried to climb into an
upper bunk bed at Cindy's party and had slipped and
landed hard on my rump. But that it was ok now. She
looked at me seriously for a second and said to me "You
weren't drinking were you?" I told her that some of the
girls had been but I had not. I was just clumsy and the
room was dark. She told me to be more careful in a
strange place and left it at that. Parents!
Still. Things were the not same after that weekend.
Tracy wasn't cold to me, she seemed lost and distant.
She spoke to our parents and moved out of our shared
room and into the spare bedroom, telling them that she
was going off to University soon and that she wanted to
get used to sleeping in her own bed, alone. It fooled
my parents but hurt me something terrible. She must
have known I had the rings and tags hidden, still. She
had emptied the wastebasket the next day and must have
checked for them. But nothing was said, nothing about
that weekend, about us. Nothing!
Every night as I went to bed alone. I would inspect my
piercings and make sure everything was clean. Then I
would put on all my rings and tags and go to sleep with
them on. Mom must have thought I was nuts wearing a
heavy long nightdress to bed now that summer was almost
here. But I told her I was cold at night, now that
Tracy was sleeping in the other room.
I was too, that was no fib.
We were all super busy. Tracy was graduating and had
two scholarships to pick from but was going to some
kinda Boston University for some special course in
something or other. I listened to them talk of her
going away, dying inside.
Only once in the next two weeks did she come up to me
on her own and ask me something.
"Honey, is there anyone at school that you know, that
sells.... dope?"
I was stunned; Tracy didn't ever touch that stuff, no
wonder she didn't know who to go to, to get it. I never
messed with it either, but I knew who sold it. Everyone
did and people do talk, I had heard lots of
conversations around the school lunch tables.
"That kid who is always on the corner of 1st street,
wears his hat on backwards."
"Him? The punk with the pimples."
"Yeah."
"He surely can't sell much standing in the open like
that."
"Tracy! They say he does more business than Talmart."
"What about the cops?"
"I don't know? He must pay em or something; he's always
there. Tracy. Why?"
"Oh, not to worry Hon, just some marijuana, a little
gift for an old friend who uses it sometimes, not for
me. Thanks gotta go, see you."
And that was it. Marijuana? I didn't think "the Man"
would even know what she wanted, smoke, weed, even the
old pot or grass but marijuana? No, it wasn't for her
that was for sure! She didn't even know the language.
Weird.
But at least she had talked to me, maybe she was coming
around. I knew she was on a massive guilt trip, but
there was something else she was on to. Some kind of a
mission or something. I tried my best to be cheery
around her to show her that I was happy and still loved
her and everything but she just treated me. Like a
sister.
Then at dinner that night things started happening! Dad
asked Tracy what she wanted as a gift for graduating.
TV? Stereo, furniture for her new place in Boston. She
already had a fairly new car. Tracy looked like she was
thinking for a minute and said, "I need all that stuff
Dad but it's too much to lug across the country. Could
I have like, cash. So I can buy what I need there?"
"Sure Honey how about this much." and he held up five
fingers. Tracy said "Thanks Dad that's great!" Dad said
hold on "with, this, many zeros after" and he held up
three fingers again. Tracy whooped and gave him a big
hug. I thought to my self. Cool! That's a good hunk of
money.
Then! Tracy said something that floored me. She asked
my folks if I could come LIVE with her!
Move East with her and go to school in Boston! My
parents looked puzzled and said they weren't too sure
about that?! But, Tracy told them that her and I got
along great, were old enough, that she would look out
for me, how she would get an apartment in a good
district, how it wouldn't cost much more than her alone
just some extra grocery money, how the responsibility
would keep her focused on her studies and she could
help me with my studies if I was there also. How our
parents could have some more time together, freedom and
finally that she was selfish and she didn't ready want
to be alone there. She was rolling and persuasive.
My parents looked at each other. Dad shrugged and said
to my Mom "your call Love."
My mom said, "No, I think, maybe it's yours." and
looked right at me.
My whoop of delight was MY answer. It closed the matter
right there. I hugged Tracy and Dad and Mom all at the
same time and Mom started to cry, but it was settled.
I was going with Tracy.
Thinking this was why she was so cool she wanted to
surprise me, she wanted me alone, with her, for her. I
shivered.
But....
That was not what Tracy wanted at all. At least, not
why she wanted me close by her.
The next week was a flurry of packing, finishing up at
school, giving away or throwing out some stuff until
Mom put a stop to that, saying she wanted our room and
some of our old things in it to remind her of her
daughters, away from her. That was good for a three way
crying session with Dad looking on confused. We said
our goodbyes around school. Tracy's gradation night was
a real success and I even thought I saw Cindy in the
back of the crowd but couldn't be sure. Dad gave Tracy
a red bank book with the money in it and I think even
more because Tracy looked surprised and said "Dad this
is too much!" But he poo-poohed her saying "never too
much for you" and hugged her. Then he gave me one too
with a thousand dollars as the balance saying "he was
just as proud of me" and hugged me also.
The day came that we were going, Tracy was running
around in a flurry as she had been out late the night
before and was throwing last minute needed junk into a
now much too small car, turned into a moving truck.
I was in the kitchen with Mom having a quick bite to
eat.
Mom let out a quiet "Oh Dear! Look at this, isn't that
your friend?" and plopped the morning newspaper down in
front of me. The paper was turned to an article on the
second page and described how an anonymous tip had lead
to a check of a local girls car. The check turned up a
large undisclosed quantity of heroin. The girl was
charged with trafficking and went on to say that she
was a suspected drug user and had been nailed cold with
enough drugs that conviction was almost assured and
what a good job the cops had done.
The picture and girl's name was Cindy's.
"Shall I tell your sister. Dear?"
"No Mom I will," but I didn't want too. I had a funny
feeling that Tracy, already knew!
So when Tracy came in and sat across from me to have a
last coffee, I waited until Mom was out of the room
fussing with something. Then I slid the paper across
the table to her. Opened at the story about her former
friend. Tracy never even paused in sipping her coffee,
just read it and looked up at me with a deadpan
expression on her face.
She said "Gee, I wonder how many will ride her face
where she's going? She won't get at you, anymore!...
Ready? Have a pee and lets go! We've got a long drive
ahead of us."
I hurried and in no time, after a lots of hugs and
waves and Mom's tears. We were in Tracy's car heading
far away from our parents and Cindy.
Tracy drove concentrating on the highway while I sat
glancing at the car's dangling key chain. A chain still
with the small spare key to Cindy's car that she had
exchanged with Tracy so each could have the use of the
other's vehicle when one or the other was in the shop.
Tracy saw me looking and it, saying nothing. But after
we had stopped for a fill up and pee break. She showed
the removed car key to me in the palm of her hand. "I
guess I don't need this now anymore, do I?" and broke
out laughing. She threw the key out the window and
resumed driving, a smug look on her face.
I wondered how much money Tracy still had in her bank
account?
I wondered if I would ever tell her the truth about
Cindy and I.
I wondered if Cindy would figurer it all out.
Tracy saw my sad look and said, come on over here Hon
and held out her free arm out to me.
I snuggled under her arm and she cuddled me as we
drove.
I heard her voice above me. "Revenge is a dish, best
served cold. Sweet."
I shivered and nestled to the side of my Ice Queen
sister, mistress and dozed off to sleep. And thereby...
Wondered no more!
Continued in part 10...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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