RING! RING! RING!
I groaned as I reached around, fumbling for my phone to shut off my alarm. Thursdays were the absolute worst. Not even Mondays could compare. At least then I had soccer practice and got plenty of eyefuls of the team and Catherine Hatts. But no, Thursdays? Thursdays I had Dora Delgado, one of the hottest, yet bitchiest teachers in all of school. Sure, I heard David complain about Ms. Lia, but she was a damn cakewalk compared to Dora. Or, DD as we called her for two reasons. Two very large reasons.
"Dave!"
I hear my mom shouting at my brother from his room, and slowly I throw the covers off of myself. Now, I could have stayed in and gotten a nice eyeful of her chest, but from the tone she had right now, I think I would have gotten much more of an earful. With a hearty sigh, I checked over my phone, seeing if any cool happened while I was asleep. Mostly just notifications of thirsty boys looking at my photos trying to get in my pants. I groaned as it was all guys who were trying to message me. Not a single cute girl at all.
I threw on a blue silk bra and tossed on a basic red-T with somewhat, but not too deep, of cleavage. I slipped into some nice fitting jeans and took a look at myself in the mirror.
"Well hello se~xy! Look at you," I said to myself as I began to brush my hair down into its usual straight locks. "Brown hair and gorgeous green eyes," I finished brushing my hair and tossed the brush aside, "and one hell of a chest." I jumped up and down a little, watching them bounce as I did. Goddamn was I proud of my 18 year old body, despite being one of the youngest at my school. Still super annoying that the law added new school years for students after the age of 18. Still, more excuses to show off myself to some hot girl before college years. Just the perfect amount for today. Not too revealing, but just enough to get the eyes looking. Maybe today would be the day that I win over Leona Teller, that wonderful Amazon of the basketball team. I mean, sure, she had a bit of a rough streak and may have beat up some kids in Atlanta, but there was a certain charm about her. I know that deep down, she's actually really caring.
I gently slapped my cheeks and pumped myself up for the day. "Today's gonna be good! I can just feel it." I grabbed my phone and my backpack and headed out the door, and immediately crashed into two airbags. I felt my blood pressure spike, my face go red, and my brain stop working for a bit.
"Oh, Alice dear, watch where you're going," my mom said as she gently patted my head. She was dressed sharply in a nice white and black suit, completely fitting for her position as an executive for a paper company. At 5' 11" and toned from her workouts and running, oh yeah, I definitely had a type. Her lovely breasts enveloped my head as I felt my sensibility leaving me.
"Ahhh, yeah, sorry Mom," I said, stuck in a limbo of bliss before she pulled me off of her.
"Remember, you're riding with your brother," she said, giving me a kiss on the forehead before heading out the front door. I stared at her ass as it swayed before the door shut behind her. I mean, I know it's pretty wrong to lust after your own mother, but, I mean, goddamn was she hot.
"Hey, Alice, come on, we're gonna be late." Hearing David's voice snapped me back to reality and out of my daydreaming. "And quit staring. She's gonna notice you at some point." He gave a little sneer at me, which I responded to by being the mature one... and sticking my tongue out at him.
I'm not alone in the regard of giving our mom looks either. David also gave her glances now and then, and even to me. Sure, it was weird, but he was harmless. Pfft, what was he going to do? Make people humiliate themselves with a magical phone app or something? Nah, all he did was window shop.
"Alright, sheesh, let me grab some food," I said, heading quick to the kitchen. David grabbed a banana and I picked up some toaster pastries and the two of us headed out.
"Now then, who can tell me about the reasons for the War of 1812 and how those influenced the starting years of the war? Don't make me have to start volunteering people."
A sea of groans from the students washed over the classroom. I mean, I didn't HATE History that much. Sure, it was neat learning about how wars were played out and all that other good stuff, but if only I didn't have DD. She loved to not only quiz us randomly in class, but also make them exceedingly hard questions, AND threaten to dock us participation points. If that wasn't enough for us to hate her, her appearance helped contrast all of it.
I mean, she was pretty decent height, at about 5' 5" with beautiful blonde locks that went all the way down to her waist. She usually wore a nice necklace with a ruby in the center, which helped and hindered drawing attention away from her bouncy tits. Hey, she earned the nickname DD for a reason. Other than that, she had a simple blouse and a curvy waist emphasized by her skirt choices. I think she knew she had a body that attracted attention. It only made her personality that much worse.
"Fine then. Trevor. Stand up and answer the question."
Thankfully, I was in the clear for today. I already answered a Hell Question, as we called it. These absurdly difficult questions were mostly her excuse to watch students squirm under pressure, only for her to reinforce her "superiority" by knowing the answer. She always justified this by saying that "If we tried and paid attention, we'd be able to answer these questions." I mean, she wasn't entirely wrong about it, but she didn't have to be SUCH a bitch about it.
As all eyes and prayers were on Trevor, I decided to mess around on my phone. Other than her body, there was one redeeming part about DD's class. If you could answer a Hell Question, you basically had a free pass of the day. But, if you got it wrong, she basically docked you a bunch of points and put you on a chopping block. I pitied Trevor, but not enough to cover for him.
As I looked through my phone, something caught my eye. There was a new app that wasn't there before. Something labeled as "CG." Strange. I didn't remember downloading anything like this last night. It was a magenta outline of a heart superimposed on a faint grey shadow of a gear. My first thought was that David had put something onto my phone, but he never had the chance. It might have been a virus, but, as I glanced up at seeing another victim of a Hell Question, I didn't have anything better to do. I tapped the icon to be greeted by a simple list of words.