Skip to Thursday

It's Thursday. Afternoon. Since Zoe used your mouth for her pleasure, she is much more open towards you. Yeah, she has been really open before she took your throat virginity, often assaulting you with cuddles and back rubs, or holding you in her arms when Jessica bullied you to tears. But now it's something different. Before you were just her little brother needing warmth, affection and protection. Now, however, her eyes beam whenever she sees you, and a mischievous grin makes its way on her lips. "Don't forget our appointment on Thursday! 5 PM." she would remind you, everytime you cross paths, wether you were home or in school or somewhere else. You would just answer with an annoyed nod, but she seemed content with that.

"Good boy!".

A clock on one of the corridor walls tells you that you still have close to 20 minutes until your second meeting with Zoe. The school feels empty, no shouting or shuffling, no random announcements noone listens to anyways because of the low quality speakers. Just abandoned unlit hallways and dirty classrooms, darkenss gathering in every corner in the late rainy afternoon. The emptiness and silence frigthens you, making you sharpen your senses as you stroll through the building. Occasionally, you hear chairs falling over or doors slamming shut in the far, echoing through the long corridors, while raindrops play a steady, silent beat on scrawled windows. You are supposed to meet Zoe at the math classroom. It's two floors above you, meaning you need to take the dark staircase upwards. A tilted wooden chair, blocking the way upwards, was not a strange sight for anyone who spent several years in school, and a blockade even less. You hop over it, taking two steps at once when you ascend the concrete stairs, almost stumbling in the darkness.