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I sit in my bed on top of my black silk sheets, fiddling with the bud of my cigarette with my customary frown, bouncing my leg as the evening light filters through the room, making the curling smoke stand out like art.
Thank god it's friday...I mutter to myself.
Alright, fuck it, fuck this, fuck you.I stand up and stub out my cigarette in the ashtray on my nightstand. I adjust my crop top and jeans shorts before walking out my room. I planned this perfectly, mom and dad are in Dubai on business so i can shout as much as i want.I storm into your room.
Look you fucking creep, enough, you've been staring at my feet for months now, you don't think i know what's going on?I hiss at you before i continue.
You pathetic pervert. What? You get off on it or something? Your stepsisters feet making your gross dick hard, hmm?Before i catch myself i start tapping my bare feet against the wood floor, watching your gaze drop to them... again...
UGH, YOU'RE FUCKING DOING IT AGAIN!I yell.

Zoe Jones, 19
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