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Young Summer The+Bard 18/07/22(Sun)18:31 No. 25716 ID: 5f9f68 [Reply]

Hey guys. I know I've been absent for a while now that I'm working on an actual book. For some reason my idea of writing Breaking Nancy isn't going so well. I just can't find the inspiration to write it. I have been tooling around with this story for fun when I need a break from writing an actual novel, but I know you guys will appreciate it.

Young Summer is about a twelve year old girl's first summer romance with the boy she always has a crush on. Unlike my other story this one is not pre-planned and will not be updated like the first one.

(Tags: HEA, Romance, Loli and wherever else this will go. Tags are for suckers anyway.)

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The+Bard 18/11/15(Thu)05:43 No. 25862 ID: af643e

To be honest, I never got into the show. I bailed after the first two episodes where it became clear it was going to be less awesome zombie killing and more soap opera drama bullshit with a light dusting of mediocre zombie killing.

The+Bard 18/11/15(Thu)05:47 No. 25863 ID: af643e

Oh, next bit is being worked on. Give me a few weeks and you shall have some steamy scenes in your future.

The+Bard 18/12/28(Fri)20:30 No. 25907 ID: 4f4bdf

Update: If you have followed my stuff you know there are times I write a full chapter, decide it sucks, delete it and start over to make it better. This is one of those times.

AnonyMPC's Phil Phantom Tributes (usually Mg+, lots of inc, extreme) AnonyMPC 16/08/04(Thu)01:19 No. 24543 ID: a609fb [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

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Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)16:12 No. 25902 ID: 11a03c

I know you don’t usually do follow-ups on the PP tributes, but given the role that Tumblr porn played in inspiring The Problem With Kayla, I’m hoping the recent adult content ban has given you some ideas to play around with.

Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)16:22 No. 25903 ID: 577461

Is this one of the 3/5 chanboard stories mentioned on the asstr general update?

Anonymous 18/12/26(Wed)22:03 No. 25904 ID: 0514e6

he only recently came out with Could Be Worse, Gotta Support Your Team, InstaDad, and The Problem with Kayla. So those could be 4 of 5, or three of them could be 3 of 5, depending on when he wrote the update.

Hermaphro High Hermaphro High 18/10/04(Thu)08:21 No. 25803 ID: 75a564 [Reply]

Futanari Softcore Highschool Drama

I should have put on my condom. I was in a rush that morning, and was already out the door before I had realized my mistake. At that point I decided that I could brave the day without the protection. Now I was on the bus, with no condom between my sensitive dick and the tight, ribbed fabric of my cock sock. I should have worn a long skirt, fashion be damned. Still, I could take it. I wasn't like most girls, drooling my way through two, maybe three condoms a day. I could usually get by with just one, and not even toss it full when I changed after school. Maybe I'd need two if we had gym. Regardless, I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed my missing article, as if they could see my penis in all its nakedness. Shifting in my seat, I tried to not let my vulnerability bother me. This train of thought was keeping me gently throbbing, which certainly wouldn't help. At least I had worn black socks, so maybe with careful management I could get through the day without anyone noticing.
I glanced across the aisle, and sitting a couple seats back from me was Brook, texting on her phone. Her forearm-sized penis was dangling below the seat between her legs, clad in a striped stocking. Brook was the embodiment of a ripe fruit, plump and dripping with juices. We hadn't even gotten to school, and already her condom was forming a bulbous protuberance at the end of her dick, slowly filling with fluid. I faced forward and smirked to myself. If she ever forgot her condom -excuse me, condoms-, she'd be spattering the floor in minutes.
The bus made another stop, and Michael stepped on. I self-consciously adjusted my penis as I saw him casually check me out. We locked eyes for just a moment before he started walking towards his seat, and I felt my heart flutter. I also felt a small drop of precum soak its way into the end of my sock. I sighed and rolled my eyes. This wasn't going to work.

I had made it through most of the day without incident. A few slow dribbles had been coaxed from my penis by a daydream involving Michael, his tongue, and my naked body, but otherwise my sock remained relatively dry. As I was pulling some books from my locker, I glanced across the hall and saw Braden forming a cage against the wall with his lean, muscular arms. Gazing up at him with wide eyes was meek and buxom Brook. I saw her dick started to fatten and twitch from beneath her pleated skirt, and she squeezed it between her thighs. Braden was known to be a bit of an animal, and all of the girls' dicks drooled for him. Trapped between him and the wall, Brook was practically pleading to be ravaged. I bit my lip in erotic sympathy as I saw Braden run a hand down Brook's face, then down her blouse, which was tented by her torpedo tits topped with obscenely erect nipples. I guess I wasn't the only braving the elements. She bit h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 18/11/26(Mon)08:04 No. 25877 ID: 66291a

Chapter 2 please?

Anonymous 18/11/26(Mon)23:53 No. 25879 ID: c7c7c4

This premise is ridiculous why am I masturbating

Anonymous 18/12/25(Tue)09:30 No. 25899 ID: 66291a

Anyone want to continue this?

Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

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Anonymous 19/02/18(Mon)15:13 No. 25968 ID: f552e9

I think this thread is dead and it not bumping please someone tell op to make new thread it on top of page 2

Anonymous 19/02/19(Tue)15:35 No. 25974 ID: e39fcf

I'm guessing we have a hard bump limit at 1000 posts. Crazy. Should probably condense it into a new thread by posting all of the story before anyone comments.

OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)02:07 No. 25976 ID: b49468


I suppose I'll have to, won't I. It's a shame to see this thread finally die after more than six years, but there's a season for everything, I suppose.

Much ado. (MF cons) Count Jean Pierre Michel de la Roquefort!5XbE4VjR8E 18/08/28(Tue)13:47 No. 25766 ID: aeb004 [Reply]

Verily I was laying in a supine position upon my bed with my hand firmly wrapped around my more than erect member.

I remember with some clarity that I was in fact enjoying one of my regular noonday erotic fantasies in the aforementioned position when, without so much as a by your leave, my maid of many years standing, and more than a few laying down, saw fit to enter my bedchamber and then my inner sanctum.

Upon spying each other from across the breadth of my royal quarters she did occasion to gasp in surprise at the vivid scene before her, whereupon without so much as a thought to apologise for her intrusion she immediately divested herself of her scanty uniform and proceeded to mount the very bed upon which I laid before crawling towards me as though she were a tiger stalking it's next prey.

Within a heartbeat our lips met with a fiery passion and a moment later as we separated I noticed with intense interest that she had taken up a new position atop my reclined body and had herself taken a firm hold of my now most painfully throbbing and stiffly erect member and was proceeding apace to lower her nubile form down onto it.

Soon enough the two of us were most thoroughly joined as one and were enjoying with much vigour the carnal pleasure that is the sexual act, and there we both stayed writhing and pawing against each others bare naked flesh until quite some time later when, with a great scream of obvious delight and much pleasure, that I dare say could be heard halfway across the estate, the young lady achieved a great and clearly soul shaking climax, the sight and sensation of which in turn immediately stimulated my own body to respond in kind, wherein I vigorously deposited my regal seed with a gush into her post-coitally flushed and enchantingly sweat soaked body.

The End.

Anonymous 18/11/04(Sun)05:16 No. 25855 ID: 854d73

I actually enjoyed this. It was funny at first, but then I settled down and got into it.


Cabin Fever Anonymous 18/11/04(Sun)02:27 No. 25854 ID: 989076 [Reply]

Not my story but author never finished it lets see what you guys can come up with


It was the first week of summer and I was already bored out of my mind. We lived in a relatively small town in Maine with little to do and few girls to gawk at. Dad was a lawyer with an office in town and mom was a housewife, and my 2 month old sister seemed to keep her occupied most of the time.

Having few girls around and a mother as beautiful as mine I naturally became attracted to my 39 year old mom. I was a big Indiana Jones fan and always felt my mother was a striking image of Kate Capshaw from "Temple of Doom." Mom was a little chunky from her recent pregnancy, but overall she had a striking body. Mom had always had large boobs, but I couldn't believe how enormous they had gotten from her being pregnant. Her boobs were the source of my constant facination, whenever I was around her.

Which brings me to the present. My father was at work, like he most always was and Mom was in her room breastfeeding my sister. I loved breastfeeding time because it was the one time I got to sneak peeks at mom's breasts while they were partially unclothed. Her bedroom door was open and I snuck up carefully and peeked in a crack through the door. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door. She was in her short silk robe and had it open, nursing Amanda, my baby sister. Mom looked amazing, sitting there in her bare feet, with her long milky-white legs crossed. But what I was there to see were her large white boobs hanging from her chest. She only had one entirely exposed and I could only see part of it 'cause my sister's head was in the way. What I could see however was the deep canyon between my mother's breasts. For a good two minutes I stood and stared. What I would give to be my baby sister right now, I thought. Mom's voice caught me off-guard.

"Jake, come in here, I need to ask you something." Mom said.

Oh my God! Had she known I was there the whole time? I moved into her room and stood in her doorway.

"Yeah?" I asked.
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Clarice (SS, slight Loli) S 11/07/05(Tue)09:48 No. 12846 ID: e59c31 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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Anonymous 18/10/12(Fri)18:37 No. 25813 ID: 529271

I'm happy anyone has shown interest in my actually finishing it. I don't actually have an ending in mind, although I've tried to think of one. Right now I'm working on reformatting it for posting on another board.

Anyone have ideas for scenarios that could happen while Sammie and Clarice are at the amusement park? Or after? Or some sexual activity I can insert between their initial sexual encounter and the climactic night with girl-mode Sammie and Clarice's big strap-on?

Anonymous 18/10/14(Sun)05:38 No. 25824 ID: 647c83

...I burned through half of my phone's battery, reading this in one go.

Private_Pontiac 18/11/02(Fri)18:17 No. 25850 ID: df938e

I'm flattered you would take the time to do that. I hope you enjoyed it!

The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Pools of Needs Skibby 18/09/21(Fri)19:55 No. 25790 ID: 6f65b8

I slid slow off my pool noodle and felt it grind against the fabric of my bikini bottom buoyantly and I almost yelped. Something had started happening to me while I wasn't paying attention. A pressure on the floor of my pelvis. An arousal that stimulated inward instead of outward like I was accustomed to. I wanted time to process this so I could move forward, but Kevin scooped me up with one hand behind my knees and another behind my shoulders.

I had no choice but to surrender to the moment.

He had me floating close against his chest.

"Just breathe deep and slow" he said, keeping my ears out of the water. I smiled, blushing I'm sure. My hair was floating around my shoulders.

He carefully lowered me and if I kept myself calm and semi-straight I seemed to bob with my face just above the surface. I looked at him and giggled.

"It works if I keep moving a little" I said, my voice muffled to my submerged ears. He nodded and his hands brushed against my back and thighs, hovering just below me.

I closed my eyes, knowing he was looking at me now, free to observe.

His hand moved from my shoulders to my mid back, the other slide up the back of my thigh cautiously. The pressure was growing now, hitting in waves. I had to fight to keep my face calm, from displaying the turmoil happening inside me.
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Anonymous 18/10/31(Wed)05:06 No. 25848 ID: 217dd3

woah..... an update. Nice! lol

Pastasauce 18/10/25(Thu)20:46 No. 25847 ID: daf139 [Reply]

Hey guys, posting a part of my story. Tell me if you like it.

"Tomoko, I'm heading out"
Tomoko opened his groggy eyes to see his mother in his doorway.
"I'm going to go buy some food for us. Thought you'd be too tired to come for today."
Aiko waved at her son and closed his tatami door. Soon after, Tomoko heard the front door shut. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Even though he felt hot embarassment from the night before, he loved the feeling of his mother watching him masturbate. There was a sense of involvement in it all, and he couldn't help but get erect at the thought. Slowly, he tucked away his blankets, and pulled down his pants once more. His erect penis throbbed as he slowly wrapped his hands around it. Mother, he thought, as his mind slowly relived the night before.
Suddenly he heard his tatami room door open. He lifted his head, to see Aiko standing in the door way.
The room was silent. Tomoko laid on the bed with his hand still wrapped around his boyhood, while his mother stood silently. The moment was almost comical, if not for the incestual desires that lay adrift in the atmostphere. The moment held for a few seconds, until Aiko stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Seeing this, Tomoko sat up quickly, and began pulling his underwear up to his waist. At least he was, until Aiko darted forward and grasped his member.
Aiko was almost drunk from a mixture of emotions, emotions of panic, shame but most prevalently, lust. With one hand she pushed Tomoko back onto the bed, and with her other she stroked his boyhood with increasing pace. Tomoko could not comprehend the situation, let alone react to his own mother. In this sexual mayhem, he could only utter a single word - "Mom?".
Hearing this, Aiko lifted her head, meeting Tomoko's eyes with her own. She placed her hands on Tomoko's thighs, and smiled. All the carnal desires that she had felt after her husband's passing, was to be quenched in this very moment, and the thought made her shiver with anticipation.
"Get ready, dear." Aiko said, as she broke eye contact to look at Tomoko's member. It had grown hard in the past few seconds, and just staring at it filled Aiko with madness. She levelled her head above his penis, and let a string of spit drop onto his boyhood, causing him to shiver with a mixture of delight and fear. She then lifted her head, meeting Tomoko's eyes with her own once more. "I love you." she whispered. Tomoko was speechless, and could do nothing but stare at his beaming mother. Aiko's smile grew even wider, and felt that she could take no more - she needed to taste her son. She broke eye contact with Tomoko, and leaned her head closer to his erect member. She could see the precum that was leaking out of his penis, and leaned forward to lick it clean.
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I Hate My Sister Anonymous 18/09/22(Sat)17:24 No. 25792 ID: 34714a [Reply]

If there’s anything in life that has any sort of permanence for the average person, it’s their family. Who you grow up with, who you share most of your life with, who’s there for you when life is at its most difficult; your family is always the first to come to mind. Unfortunately, for a particular 9-year old boy, family was just another source of stress and his budding self-hatred. Jessie Cooper stepped out into the brisk late-Autumn afternoon breeze, clutching the hem of his tattered old jacket as he surveyed the surrounding area. The schoolyard was completely empty at this point, as school technically ended over 2 hours ago. The young child had fostered a routine; every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday he’d stay after school and perform his assigned duties, which usually involved cleaning out desks or clearing the chalkboard after class was finished. Of course, this usually only took around 20 minutes, the rest of his time was spent in the 2nd story boy’s bathroom reading in an empty stall while he waited for the custodian to make his daily rounds. Jessie despised leaving school on schedule, as it usually involved running into (and subsequently walking home with) his sister Alice.
If there was anyone in Jessie’s life that he could safely and definitively say he hated, it was his sister. She embodied every sickly-sweet, passive-aggressive, and utterly hate-filled feeling one could possibly harbor for another human being, and most of that genuine hate was directed at her younger sibling. Alice was 16, though she easily passed for 20, and somehow wore a near-permanent cocky smirk that occasionally morphed into an almost haunting scowl during her…episodes, as Jessie had taken to calling them. Her long auburn hair mimicked Jessie’s own natural color, spilling over her shoulders and flowing down to the small of her back, though despite her innocuous (and arguably beautiful, not that Jessie would ever admit it aloud) appearance, she was truly awful in most every way imaginable. The young child kept his head low as he swung wide around the parking lot situated to the east of the schoolyard, trying his hardest to avoid being noticed (an impossible task given how barren the rest of the surrounding area was). He hoped that one of the teachers would do their job and make sure that no strange individuals were lingering in the schoolyard before heading home for the day; it made getting home without being spotted much easier. Unfortunately, today just wasn’t his day.
“Hey Jess, you’re pretty late.”
Jessie jumped, quickly turning and staring at (or rather past) the young woman looming over him, that trademark smirk plastered on her face. “I’ve been out here waiting for you for almost an hour, y’know you’re not supposed to be staying after today,” Alice said sweetly, placing a gloved hand on the boy’s shoulder. Jessie continued to stare past the girl, a look of sheer contempt glued to his scarf-concealed coun Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 18/09/24(Mon)03:01 No. 25794 ID: 8d1966

Nice. Hopefully there’s more?

Anonymous 18/10/23(Tue)10:09 No. 25846 ID: 871b76

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.

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