We'll build our walls, Aluminum (Rita & Mark)

[caoimhe]

"High School? you have got to be kidding me."

Ceva scoffed to no one in particular as she dropped the complimentary welcome packet for Point Pleasant High on the worktop, she'd spend a fair amount of time looking at the information for the Literature club, but she could read and analyse texts very well on her own, she's even wandered online student forums for college kids and given her opinions that nobody ever called incorrect or under developed...stupid Kizzy was far from, and because of that she refused to lower herself to going to freaking high school where education took a backseat to who was screwing whom, what football team or what ever was winning and then the endless appeals to parents to fork over money.

They could barely afford to feed themselves and keep this crummy little trailer. At the same time, they couldn't bother with the stupid trappings of a high school. The truant officer would just have to come...and Kizzy knew just how to make them leave her alone...a few tears and a missing pair of panties, some accusation of molestation and no truant officer in the state would lay a finger on her. Funny how her fake allegations would be taken seriously but when Ethan Dell or her twisted father's hands roamed her vulnerable child's form freely no one cared.

summer was hotter then she's ever knows, having grown up in Washington state and then mostly running in north-eastern states, but here in the sough it felt as though a damn wash cloth was placed over her her mouth and nose as she tried to breathe. Kizzy padded through the little trailer barefoot, there was no television and no phone save for her prepaid cellphone bought when the little family spent a few months in Rhode island the previous summer, she'd started a little babysitting business then and made enough money to contribute to the family and have pocket money--something Mark has to make her keep at first-- for little things like the ear piercing she got for herself ahead of her fourteenth birthday. Kizzy fingered her collar lovingly and giggled to herself as she pulled a frozen bottle of water out of the freezer and headed into the living room.

She was so hot and the bottle felt absolutely wonderful against her body she stretched out on the floor and ran the dripping container along her overheated body... it was too hot for clothes today so Ceva didn't bother. Even baby Felicia, napping in the back room with the fan turned up on full blast, was wearing only her diaper to keep her from crying over the heat. Condensation made the bottle difficult for Kizzy to hold and soon it slipped from her grasp and landed between her thighs, the small girl gasped and the shivers happily letting the bottle stay where it had fallen as she pressed herself closer to it.

Who needed school with simple pleasure like this just waiting to be found?

[lorettaunderwood]

Money wasn't going to be a problem for the family any more, not now that Rita had started her night job. She'd worked three shifts so far, each one bringing in more money than she'd ever thought possible. She hadn't told Ceva about the job though, not yet. As far as her sister (for want of a better word) was concerned, she was just a bartender in one of the stuent clubs. That was what she'd told the girl at least, the chances of her being believed were...not that high. Ceva was too smart for that really, but she was hoping the illusion would hold for at least a little while. Besides, when Ceva saw the things Rita had been spending her thousand dollar pay on, all made in three nights of stripping and a handful of lapdances, as new talent she'd been in demand for the latter, but so far, she'd managed to avoid any private shows. That would change, she knew, but for the time being, she was actually almost enjoying her new job.

Clad in an extremely skimpy white dress, along with a tightly tied rope harness underneath it, clearly visible through the semitransparent fabric, she'd headed off to the shops. It was hotter than hell outside, and the humidity only made things a thousand times worse, but in the stores it wasn't so bad. Of course, thanks to the heat, it was more than a little obvious that the ropes were all she was wearing under her dress, but she didn't much care. She was still wearing more than half the beachgoers after all, and the multitude of stares, whispers, even whistles and comments only served to excite her, which in turn, only made it all worse. Still, she managed to finish shopping, without spending too much of her money, and started on her way home.

It wasn't easy to walk home in heels with this much shopping, so they ended up poked in one of her bags. The pavement might be hot, but it was still better to walk on than the heels, she'd explain that to Mark later. Hopefully, he'd have a punishment lined up for her for breaking a day's dresscode, that should be fun. Smiling at the thought, she made it back to the trailer, fishing around in her purse for the key, and letting herself in. It wasn't exactly any cooler inside the trailer than out, she suspected the coolest place would probably be outside, in the shade, but they'd have to dress for that. Closing the door behind her, she slipped out of her clothes, her smile growing as the thin garment hit the ground. That was much better.

Humming softly, the flame haired slavegirl picked the bags up again and moved to the minuscule kitchenette, waving to her sister as she packed away the shopping. There was a hell of a lot more than usual, easily enough to feed the four of them for the whole week, all bought for less than the price of a single lapdance, even after the club had taken it's cut. Still smiling, she took the last bags, and walked towards Ceva, setting the bags down a few paces short of the girl and laying down beside her. "Shouldn't you be in school?" she teased, one hand moving softly over Ceva's skin towards the bottle, and softly, she kissed the girl on the lips. When Mark was away, what was there to stop his girls from playing?

[caoimhe]

Ceva was having a bit too much fun to notice at first when Rita came home, until after the older girl was inside and her dress hit the floor....as a note, Ceva needed to be more careful, if the trailer park manager or something walked in with her having a private party with a water bottle it'd be a hard thing to explain. Hard thing.... she giggled at the potty humour in her head as waved to to her big sister watching as she unpacked so much food, "....that's all ours?" she asked in a shaky voice's one deeply distracted by the contrasting temperature the water bottle provided.

She loved the rare occasions when all four of them were home,though Mark was always exhausted at the end of the day, but he's brighten up soon enough surrounded by his girls. Ceva rolled the bottle against her thigh for a moment as she watched Rita put the food away...bartendering? was what she told her little sister, but the young teenager wasn't sure she really believe it, although she could see no unexplained bruising on her pale flesh, so maybe it was just something she didn't want to tell her.... was she a waitress in some demeaning outfit?

Maybe, considering Rita was very very pretty, she might be working topless at some stupid men's club....but...it was difficult to argue against the amount of food they had now. she wondered idly about Rita's place of work; they had no qualms hiring someone who as underage, and Ceva had grown some respectable little orange halves that were passing for a bosom nicely...maybe she could work there, too. It wasn't like she had any problem being topless, and having tiny tater tots she might get attention from skeevy guys who liked small ones and thus they family would get more money in tips.

She watched Rita walked towards her, admiring Mark's handiwork earlier in the day, she's watched the rope harness go on her big sister's pale flesh with just a slight twinge of jealously...but she wasn't really envious of her sister...she simply wanted a harness as well. it looked fun, and like it would make walking around this boring little hamlet a lot more entertaining. Ceva laughed as Rita pretended to think the girl needed to be in high school, as if, her eyes closed as she felt her sister's touch along her body and smiled, pressing closer to the older girl before the kiss, her own fingers playfully stroking the no doubt tender skin under Rita's harness, "No thanks I don't want to be locked in a place four eight hours a day with a load of miserable, racist, sexist, homophobic, self-centred socipaths... I'd rather be safe. Like in an all-male prison, naked, covered in whipped cream." she beamed are pressed her nose at the start of Rita's collarbone, "Besides, the smartest thing to come out of most of those kid's mouths would be their teacher's length, and the teacher's are just as bad as the kids. Aa--aahh--and... I like playing house with Felicia." she let out a happy sigh and cuddled closer to her sister.