Chapter 10
Simon Part 1
He was having a terrible day. His sister forced him to go to school and now he was subjected to everyone around him. He kept imagining that the people in the halls talked about him, on how pathetic he was. He kept his head down, not looking anyone in the eye, but their thoughts flooded his head. They hated him, wanted to murder him, watch as the life left his eyes. He was scared. People frightened him, and he wished we were back home safely snuggled in his blankets on his bed in his room, where he would be safe from the outside world. The outside world had nothing but death and negativity looming in it. Every eye in the hall that glanced over him hurt inside. He was pathetic.
Dark circles lay under his eyes. He wore a black shirt and jeans, trying not be noticed as he went through his day. His blue backpack was light; he always kept it light in case a bully tried to chase him, although he wasn't very fast so they eventually do catch him. He passed half the day without any incidents. Like a shadow he came into the lunchroom, got his stuff, and sat down at an empty table without being noticed by too many people. He didn't want their eyes to fall on him, he couldn't bare it anymore. Halfway through his lunch he heard that annoying laugh that he recognized too well. It belonged to Chet; the school's well known bully, and terrorizer of Simon. He didn't care if his mother's death left psychological issues with Simon, he just wanted to see him squirm and feel the pain. He loved watching people suffer, some may think he has problems, but he just rationalizes it as others not knowing how to take full advantage of life.
Chet sat himself opposite of Simon. He watched as Simon ate is carrots slowly, he knew that Simon was doing this to size him up, to see what he was up to. But that wouldn't help him, not with his crew sneaking up slowly behind the unaware Simon. Chet smiled, and tried talking to Simon like an equal. This through Simon off, Chet never talked to anyone like an equal, not even his buddies. He always had to be the top guy, always had to let people know it, so why was he doing this. Was it a distraction? What should he do? Then without warning, cold liquid rained down on Simon. His body straightened at the new abrupt sensation, not being able to get used to it his body shook. Looking down at himself he saw that his whole body was covered in old cooking grease. The lunch lady has a bad habit of dumping all the baking grease in a barrel and storing it in the fridge. Her thought process was to dump it all after a week's worth so that she wouldn't have to do it every day, and sadly this was the second do last day in the week so the barrel was mostly filled.
The whole cafeteria was stunned at this. A good portion of the people were laughing at Simon, giving high fives to Chet and his gang, while the others shifted in their seats uncomfortably, trying not to look and pretending it didn't happen. Simon was paralyzed, his emotions erupted from everywhere inside him, and he didn't know how to feel. Anger crashed with humility, sadness tangled with fear, everything was intertwining within him and he didn't know how to cope. His body started to shake, not out of coldness though, and soon two rivers erupted from his eyes, washing some of the grease from his face. The kids in the cafeteria stared at him as his body started to move uncontrollably, they didn't know what was happening, but they did fear what was happening.
Teachers started running toward Simon, Jim the P.E. teacher grabbed him and made a run for the nurse's office. Other teachers were scolding Chet and his gang, giving a speech on why it was wrong what he did. The bell rang and lunch was over. The kids were more than happy to put their trays away and walk to their next class, none of them were worried to what was happening with Simon.
Simon was still shaking as the nurse was checking him, and another teacher was cleaning him up. He couldn't hear what they were telling him, his vision was going fuzzy. He found it hard concentrating on their words, and he didn't care. All he wanted was to go back to his room, envelop himself in his safe blankets and forget the rest of the world.
He was soon mostly cleaned up, Jim brought him to the gym showers to rinse most of the grease off, but the stench still stuck to him. The nurse called home, but no one answered. She looked on his emergency contact list and called his sister, his dad wasn't listed. When she heard what happened she told them that she would be right over. Simon was wearing a towel when she arrived; he looked distant, like he wasn't part of this world anymore. She hugged him and whispered that everything would be alright now. She told the nurse that his clothes could be thrown away and that she will be taking him home.
Simon sat in the passenger seat as his sister took the wheel. She put it in drive and started their way home. He watched the trees and cars blur by out the window. He saw kids and parents playing at the park, he felt drowsy and soon he faded into a deep sleep. He didn't dream of anything, he never dreamed anymore, not since his mom died. All he had were nightmares, but right now his mind was empty. He drifted in and out of consciousness as his sister shook him awake to go inside. She took him to the bathroom and turned the shower on. She told him to hop in, but he couldn't process what she was saying, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. His body felt exhausted. He felt his sister washing him, feeling the cool water on his skin, but his eyes opened wide with fright as he remembered the rush of grease fall on him, it was happening again. He started to panic. Lindsay held him close, soothing him with her voice, until he went back into the hollow sleep.
When he woke up it was the middle of the afternoon. He lay in bed under the covers, naked. His body was clean and didn't smell of the nasty liquid that caked his body earlier that day. He stared at the ceiling for a bit before getting out of bed. His body still felt exhausted and he didn't feel like putting on clothes. A familiar sensation spread around his groin, and making sure his sister wasn't up and about in the house he darted to the bathroom. Putting the toilet seat up, he released his pee, sighing with satisfaction as he thought of how long he was holding it in without realizing it. He flushed and made his way into the hallway. He looked around to see his sister was still not in sight. He didn't want to be caught naked, he might die from embarrassment. As he was about to open his door he heard a strange sound. It came from his sister's room. Tip toeing to her door, he found that it was open a crack. Looking inside made his heart beat loud and fast.
His sister was, like him, naked. But, she was sitting on her bed with her computer on. Her computer was emitting very low sounds, the volume was probably low, but Simon could hear the constant "ah" and "oh" of a female voice coming from it. His face turned red as he realized what his sister was doing. He knew that she watched that stuff, but he couldn't believe that she was doing this now. He leaned closer to the crack in her door, watching as she played with her naked body.
She had one hand wrestling with her boob. Squeezing it and making erotic sounds as she pinched her nipple. He could see that her nipple was slowly becoming erect, more sensitive. She closed her eyes as her other hand traveled between her legs. He couldn't make out exactly what she was doing, but his imagination was going wild. He could feel his face was hot, and his dick felt tight and hard. He looked down to see that it was erect. He hadn't pleasured himself in so long that his dick was begging for a release.
He looked back in his sister's room, she stopped playing with herself. Has she seen me, thought Simon as she got off the bed. His heart raced in his chest as she stood. He could see her naked body in full now. Her boobs jiggled as she moved, she had a small patch of hair in between her legs that looked wet. Lindsay walked over to her night stand and opened it as she bent over. Simon could now see her butt, his dick twitched at the sight of this, her but and pussy were right in clear view. He didn't notice that his hand was now clamped around his penis, slowly sliding it up and down his shaft.
Lindsay closed her night stand and sat back on her bed, this time she opened up her legs wide, and Simon could see everything. She started rubbing herself, and he could faintly hear the squishes she made from her wet pussy. With her other hand she brought out a purple dildo and started sucking on it. Simon couldn't believe what he was seeing, he stroked his aching dick faster and harder as he watched her suck on it, imagining that it was his dick. He started moving his hips, feeling even more of himself as he watched his sister insert the dildo inside her. This was driving him crazy, he couldn't take it. Lindsay was being rough, her boobs bouncing every which way as he went deeper and deeper, she couldn't hide her moans. Simon closed his eyes as a major shiver shot through his body, he couldn't control it, and arching his back he came. His cum coated the door and his hand, dripping onto the carpeted hallway. He paused, his sister's moans dispersing in the background. He couldn't believe what he did, what he had done.
He ran back into the bathroom, his cum covered dick flapping as he ran, hitting him and slinging his cum across the hallway. His dick was still erect; it hurt, like his dick as going to explode. He started to stroke it again, using his cum as lubricant. It felt good, he was ashamed, but that feeling is rising, and he wanted to die. He came five times thinking of his sister before his dick went limp again. Tears fell from his face. Before he could wash all the cum off of him he ran into his room, flopped on his bed, and started to cry. He felt awful and icky, he didn't want to masturbate to his sister, but it was like his prick had a mind of its own. It felt so good, but at the same time it made him sick to his stomach. He couldn't get the picture of his sister naked out of his head. He hated himself, as he rolled under the sheets getting him and his bed covered with cum. He wanted to die, who would masturbate to their own sister, he thought. Only the crazies do. He couldn't help himself, he gave into his emotions and he may never be able to look Lindsay in the eye again. He wanted to die. He wanted to kill himself, then his vision went black.