This story is a prelude to a longer story I'm writing. It's the first erotica piece I've decided to write down. I have a story outlined and drafted but I wanted opinions, ideas and suggestions before I continue. Any ideas in the comments will be considered so please give me your feedback. All comments and critiques are welcome. If I get positive feedback you'll be getting a lot more very soon. While the first part mostly is establishing the background for the story I think you can see where I'm plan to go and I hope that you'll be looking forward to more.
All characters are over 18.
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You can't go home again. Or, perhaps more accurately, you shouldn't go home again. Josh had no choice in the matter though, and no nostalgia for home or family; the absent mother, the cruel and dismissive sister, the family that had, quite literally, abandoned him. Almost two years of his life had been wasted thanks to them, two years of his life because the people who were supposed to be on his side wouldn't back him up. Now the prodigal son was returning and there was no welcome or fanfare, only his sister waiting at the bus stop texting in her car. She didn't look up as he tugged open the door
"About time you you go here, idiot."
"Thanks Beth, I'm sorry I couldn't make the bus run any faster. Good to see you too. I can see that you managed not to gain any more weight. "
"Yeah, well because of you I had to cancel a night out with Meg, all because mom couldn't bother to pick up her own delinquent crotch fruit."
Josh put on an insincere smile, "The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree. I had to ride that bus for 6 hours without anything to eat."
"Like I give a shit. They may have let you out but I still think you're defective. You could have done us all a favor and just left. You're 18, what's stopping you? I could have had your room. Instead I get to 'take care' of you while mom is away."
Nothing stopping him but a lack of a diploma, money, a job, hell, any options. Josh though. "I'm such a disappointment, I know it." He said, "At least mom has one child that's a super hero, Beth Herman," Josh puffed out his chest and shouted in a dramatic voice, "Super sen..." Josh's bellow was cut off as Beth's fist slammed into his stomach. Josh wheezed, turning to the window to not show Beth the tears that welled up in his eyes.
The ride home was long and the music loud. Neither of them talked.
Josh had taken some small comfort while he was away when he heard that Beth had failed and been forced to repeat her senior year. Josh stared out the window and imagined Beth as Super Senior, the 19 year old with the power to repeat her senior year, the amazing ability to be mediocre and somehow still feel superior to her brother and be favored by their mother. Josh had always been the smart one and Beth had always been the one to torment him. His mom would say Beth was just jealous, as if that was supposed to make Josh feel better.
The house was empty when the two arrived home. Beth marched into the house and slammed the door. Josh stood in the cool September evening air and sighed. There were no lights on, there was only Beth's car in the driveway.
"Welcome home," Josh whispered to himself.
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The Delinquent, the word seemed to deserve a capital letter in Josh's mind, now had the special privilege of going to a new private school. People had told him that it was because his mother only wanted the best for him, but Josh was sure it was to put him somewhere out of sight and hide the family freak. It didn't help that a brief web search showed that the school had been founded as a school for, "...turning difficult, troubled adolescents into model citizens." In the last year there was some small press about happy parents and faculty surprised at the results. The a member of the state board of education had mentioned interest in evaluating the school's methods later this year for wider implementation, though their FAQ mentioned that so far only students that were 18 or older were accepted due to the nature of their unconventional rehabilitation program. This didn't prove a problem for enrollment due to the likelihood of its target clientele likely not being on track to finish their education in the normal amount of time.
Josh was sure to his mother it sounded delightful. He wouldn't know, he had not spoken to her in one year, six months, seventeen days and it seemed neither of them was going to break the running streak. To Josh, however, the school was a nightmare. He had never felt like a rebel or particularly controversial, not until he came to Primrose School for the Betterment of Tomorrow. In his old school what seemed like a lifetime ago he'd been 'normal' whatever that may be, maybe a bit of a prep, he begrudgingly admitted to himself. He'd taken AP classes, none of his shirts praised Satan, his hair was the color he'd been born with; you know, normal. He was 18 and, he thought, a mature young man, not the kind of teenager that old men would shake their cane at and call a punk, or scallywag, or whatever they yelled at kids. And yet he felt like the most bizarre of the bizarre, despite the group he had entered the school with.
It was the start of a new school year and Josh wasn't the only student who was nervous and didn't fit in.The other kids wouldn't look out of place in any other high school but here the piercings and tight clothes practically screamed for attention. Together the group of kids sat in the main lobby and waited for their tour guide, a chipper young guy with a baby face and slicked, shining, lacquered hair. No one listened to a thing he said.
From the moment Beth dropped him off something seemed off. Everything was too neat, the halls too quiet between bells, the bathrooms lacking any graffiti at all. Josh had seen kids putting their trash from lunch in the right recycling bins. If anything should have made his skin crawl it should have been flickering lights, litter strewn halls, students dragging machetes along the floor, not eco conscious, well dressed kids.
