Note - This includes strong non-consent elements in addition to incest. If that bothers you, please skip this story.
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I blame my father for what happened. I am Juli and had just finished my junior year of high school when they told us that my father had been offered a job far away from where we currently lived.
"I want to stay here. I want to finish my senior year with all my friends."
"We can't do that, honey."
"Why not?"
"We aren't leaving you here by yourself, you're too young."
"What if Mom stays?"
"There's your little sister, too. She needs your mother even more than you do."
"So the three of us stay and join you in a year."
"We aren't doing that. First, I can't afford to pay for two households, and besides that, I'm not ripping the family apart just so you can be with your friends."
"I might be able to stay with the family of one of my friends."
"No. We're all going. Your friend's parents might be wonderful people, but you're my daughter, and until you graduate, you're living in my home."
Who wants to be uprooted and go to a new city and a new school for their senior year? I sure didn't, but no amount of arguing could convince my Dad otherwise. I even tried persuading my mother, to see if she could get my Dad to relent. No chance.
I had a couple of weeks to say goodbye to everyone I knew - not nearly long enough. Then we packed up the household to move across the country. My little sister Kara was thrilled at the prospect. Kara had managed to make an enemy of the most popular girl in her school, and she had been suffering. Nothing Kara had done could get the other girl to ease up on her. Kara figured a new school had to be better.
Kara might think things were better but they were going to be hell for me. I had lots of friends, and lots of guys who wanted to go out with me. I was a good student, but didn't get lumped in with the nerdy kids. My older brother Jason was going to transfer to a state school in the town where we were moving. He wasn't thrilled with the move, but didn't hate it either.
I should say, I'm 5'6" and 125 pounds and very fit and athletic. I played soccer and was one of the better players on the team. I ran to keep in shape, and all the guys seemed to think my shape was pretty nice. My hair was light brown and shoulder length, though I put it in a ponytail when I played. I had a cute face, and the guys said I had a cute ass, to go along with my b-cup boobs.
We moved over the summer, and I got my transcripts transferred to my new school. They registered me for classes, and I found they did have a girl's soccer team. The team had won the state championship the prior year, and only a couple of the team graduated. I talked to the coach, and he told me I could try out for the team, but I'd have to beat out players who had some experience.
I was never the best player on my old team, but I was pretty good. These girls were great, but then I have never been afraid of competition. I tried out and made the team. I played harder and better than I ever had at my old school - harder than I even knew I could. I cracked the starting lineup, but only by beating out the most popular girl in the school.
I'd been having trouble making friends at the new school as it was. Most everyone there had known each other since grade school. I was an outsider. Someone did a song about the new kid in town, and how everyone loved them - well that person never went to my school. At best I had a grudging acceptance, and even that was until I pissed off the person I beat out for the team.
Now I was really an outcast. I was still cute and smart, but the guys who had started to warm up to me, just a little, changed their minds once I made an enemy of Holly. Holly was about my height and weight, but truly gorgeous. Every boy in the school drooled over her. She had blonde hair and c-cup boobs and an hour glass figure, with nice hips and a beautiful face.
At any rate, I was highly unpopular. Even the nerds didn't want much to do with me. They might be nerdy, but they weren't stupid and pissing off the entire in-crowd is a way to get a lot of people unhappy with you. Most of the soccer team tolerated me, because I was good enough to deserve my spot. I got a decent number of assists, but no scores. They'd let me pass them the ball so they could score, but wouldn't pass it to me so I could.
So I go from a popular girl to an outcast. Our soccer team won districts and went to the state tournament. We made it to the finals and were playing for the state championship. We were tied 2-2 nearing the end of the game. We got the ball and were doing a breakaway downfield. We made several great passes to keep the ball in play.
One of my teammates had the ball towards the right, and the goalkeeper moved to cover them. I was to her left and had an opening, but instead of passing the ball to me, she took a shot which was easily blocked. I was disappointed, but said nothing. We went into penalty shootout. I made my kick, but we lost 4-3, losing the state championship.
I'd actually spotted a flaw in how their goalie handled penalty shots, which I used on my kick, which I made. I told my teammates, but they ignored me, missing their kicks. So I was the scapegoat and found most of the school blaming me for the championship loss. Now maybe even if they had passed the ball to me late, I might not have scored. But I'd liked to have had that chance.
Even though I had assisted on both of our scores during the game, somehow it became my fault that we had lost the championship. I guess somehow I was supposed to have magically kept their goalkeeper from blocking the shots that might have won the game. It was a sad ride home from the state tournament, even though we were runner-ups.
No one on the team sat with me on the bus. I'd played my heart out, but since we lost and I was the newcomer, I was the villain. It didn't exactly endear me to the rest of the team, and didn't make me love them much either. I had played some spring sports at my old school, but decided not to even try anything else at this school.
I hated my school, and they hated me. The next school day, there was an assembly where the team was introduced as state runner-ups. Although I was not the tallest, I was placed in the back, so no one could even see me. I had a total of five assists during the tournament, but another girl with two goals in the tournament was named as most valuable player.
I took my classes and tried to keep a low profile after that, to little effect. Miss popularity spread the word that it was my fault we hadn't gotten the winning goal. Even though the other girl had a clear lane to pass to me, and I had a better shot at the goal, it was still my fault. I guess I was at fault for two of my teammates missing their kicks in the shootout.
I turned 18 late in the school year, just before prom. Not one guy in that school was willing to ask me out to prom. I could either skip it, or go alone, or find someone outside the school to go with. Since I was new in town, I knew very few people outside those I went to school with. I didn't want to go to prom alone, so I was going to just skip it. My parents made it clear that they thought I should go to prom.
"Juli, it's one of those things that later you'll kick yourself if you miss."
"Believe me, Mom, I'm not going to kick myself about missing prom at this school. My old one maybe, but not this one."
"We'll find you a nice prom dress darling. You really should go."
"Mom, I don't have a date, and I'm not going to find one - not at this school."
"You're such a pretty girl. Surely someone must have asked you."
"No one has asked me, and no one is going to ask me."
"Then why don't you just have your brother Jason escort you to prom?"
"Mom, I don't want to go to prom with my brother."
My brother Jason is a year older than me and was attending a community college in our new town. He's a sweet guy, about 5'10" and 160 pounds and reasonably fit. He is very much a computer nerd and actually quite shy. I don't think he had even been on a date in his life. I love my brother but his first date of sorts should not be his sister.
"Jason, how do you feel about Mom's idea of you being my prom escort?"
