Pitts Pa.

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A little Back Story, Molly Taylor is only three years younger than Justin in this Alternate Universe.

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One Year Before: Post Prom Bashing Sunday, April 2001

Molly could still hear Justin screaming at their mother in the other room. Molly knew it was just a matter of time until Justin got his way. Again. This time her mother had gone too far, banning that man from being with Justin. Whatever Justin wants, Justin gets, she thought grimly. It would be only a matter of time, Justin would move back out of the condo that she and her mother landed in after the divorce and he would be back with Brian. And Molly would be alone. Jennifer's full attention would be back on her, her school work, her dance lessons, her food, her clothing, her thoughts. Every move that she made, her mother would be right there, waiting, talking, and taking. Her life was her mother's life. Justin had seen to it that his life was not part of theirs and her mother only had her to concentrate on. The same went double for her father. She slipped her hand underneath her mattress, pushing away the pink dust ruffle, and pulled out her stash. She knew that the fit Justin was throwing in the other room would keep her mother occupied for at least a few hits…Pulling up the window in her private bathroom, Molly lit up a joint, sucked deeply and held her breathe. Quiet, she waited patiently for the numbness to return.

As predicted, Jennifer went out the front door an hour later leaving Molly with instructions to keep an eye on her sobbing brother. "I will be back soon. Don't let him go anywhere, do you understand? Call me on the cell or call Daphne. Just don't let him go anywhere." Jennifer squeezed Molly's shoulders and leaned in to kiss her daughter. Molly shrugged her face away from her mother, she wasn't sure if she moved so her mother couldn't smell the smoke on her or if she just didn't want to have her mother kiss her. Jennifer was startled, "Molly, are you ok?"

"Yeah, I am fine. I got it, he isn't to leave." Molly turned from her mother and went back up to her bedroom. She stopped by Justin's room and looked in. Justin had fallen asleep. The pain medication, the stress of the accusations, the hissy fit, or sissy fit as she liked to call it, had taken its toll on her brother. She walked softly into the room and looked down at his sleeping figure. He was beautiful, a cherub. No wonder everyone would stop their lives at a moments notice and try to fix his life. She sighed. She was no competition for the love or madness that her elder brother wreaked on her family. It was satisfying to know that at least for a few days, Justin would take up all of her mother's attention. Molly turned around and went back into her bedroom and shut the door and sat on the edge of her bed. Numb, she felt numb and it was good.

Monday, April, 2001

Justin was gone by the time she came back from ballet class. His room was bare. It was like the day that she and her mother moved in after the divorce - no sign of Justin. He was off once again, having his own life. Her mother must have cleaned up all of the mess that Justin had made of his room in his rage the afternoon before. Jennifer had been out showing houses to some newlywed couple but had interrupted her pitch to pick Molly up from dance class. After depositing her safely at home, Jennifer sped back to the real-estate office to pick back up with the happy couple who had been left viewing properties on her computer.

Lessons went well, she was a natural, that's what everyone said. Dancing was a form of expression and exorcism for Molly, and she would dance for at least two hours a day, class or no class. Justin had his drawing, she had her body. After the divorce, Molly took the initiative to make her mother let her leave Saint James Academy, (But Mom, I can't concentrate on class knowing this is where it all began and Justin ended up getting hurt!…worked like a charm!) and enter the public school system so she could go to the Creative and Dramatic Arts magnet school in downtown Pittsburgh. Now Molly could concentrate on her dancing and school work without being at that horrible school and being so close to home. Her dream was that her mother would let her alone in the afternoon for dance lessons and let her take her time getting home on the bus. Any time alone was coveted. But her mother had been insistent that Molly be picked up everyday after school. She worried about Molly hanging around for the bus in the semi-bad neighborhood where the CDA was located.

Molly threw herself into her classes and student government activities. There was no cause too small or too big for her to take on. Yearbook! Student Newspaper! Recycle! Inner city dance classes! Anything that would keep her out of the condo, away from her mother and away from her father on the weekends. And it worked, for a while at least. For a couple of weeks there, Jennifer was too busy getting her business up and running to complain about not seeing Molly at home. Craig didn't fight too hard to see her on the weekends when she had so much work to do for school. But then Justin got bashed and everything had changed again. Her mother's grip on her tightened and so did Craig's. Craig had left her and her mother practically destitute for awhile until the divorce was settled. If Molly needed anything for school, she would have to go to Craig for it. Molly didn't call him Dad or Father anymore, just Craig. When Justin was in the hospital, Craig had shown up at the condo and ordered her back to his house. She would be staying with him until her mother was done nursing Justin back to health. Molly knew she didn't have a choice, not at 16 and not with him. She packed up her belongings and went with him back to his apartment. She had prayed for a swift recovery. She didn't know how long she could put up with Craig and his demands.

HER 15th BIRTHDAY, THE YEAR BEFORE

Justin actually showed up! Stay! Justin please stay she screamed in her head. He smiled, called her some stupid pet name, and handed her a gift. It was a drawing of her. She threw her arms around him and held him close, “Stay, Justin, please stay!” she whispered to him.

He cranked his head up, "What?" he asked.

Then her mother stepped in and it was all over. He wouldn't stay, he wasn't coming back and Molly knew it. She dropped the drawing and went back to the guests her mother had rounded up for her party. She heard bits and pieces of the conversation ..."Daddy is watching football…I have others to think of…"

Molly felt like she was going to be sick. Daddy is watching football - with a bottle of Jack Daniels. Molly felt the dread of the already foretold arguments that would come out of this little visit from Justin. The screaming, the recriminations, the pain. When he was drinking, Craig would always pull Molly into a tight embrace even when her mother was in the house. Alcohol made him brazen. Molly tried to push those thoughts out of her mind and direct her attention to Sam, the nineteen year old son of some new country club members. Sam was sitting alone by the swimming pool, black sunglasses on, wearing jeans and a blue tee shirt, looking as bored as she felt. He was lanky - slim with a smirk that seemed etched into his chiseled face. He had brown hair - curly, thick and unruly, and he was the only boy at the party that was taller than her, taller by more then a few inches. Molly looked at him and he stared back at her. She knew nothing about him other then his mother and father were in banking and they had just moved from Altoona.

"Having fun?" she asked. Suddenly Molly felt flush, and nervous.

"Oh yeah, loads." He smiled, the smirk leaving for one brief second as his bright smile shined, and then disappeared.

"Sorry. I'm sorry that your parents made you come," she giggled. Giggled, she just turned 15, and there she was giggling like a twelve year old.

"My parents didn't make me come."

"Oh," Molly smiled and like a good hostess asked him if he wanted something to drink.

"Do you have any vodka"

"Yeah, right, sure. I will be right back," Molly laughed. He grinned again and reached down into his front pocket pulling out a little silver flask. Molly smiled and where, she wondered for days afterwards, where, where did she get the nerve? She stuck out her hand and led him into the pool house.

"Nice place," Sam said, suddenly feeling nervous. Molly smiled and reached into his front pocket and drew out the flask.

"Yeah, whatever," she said, standing close to Sam, listening to his breathing. His breathing started to accelerate. She slowly unscrewed the cap of the flask and took a quick gulp. The pain of straight vodka made her gag unexpectedly, and she spit some of the liquid onto Sam's blue tee shirt.

"Oops!' she giggled, slowly trying to wipe it off his shirt and then ran her hand across her lips. She took another gulp and swallowed without any exaggeration. A warm glow emanated from her insides and she smiled shyly at Sam. "So, do you always come to parties prepared?" she asked leaning in a little closer to him.

Sam smiled again. He took the flask out of her hand and took a long draw off of it. Molly leaned over and kissed his lips and licked a few drops of the drink off his bottom lip.

Sam gasped. "What the fuck!" he said, stepping back.

"No, not today, we just met. But maybe soon," she said as she drew herself towards his body to kiss him again.

Sam dropped the flask on the ground but neither of them noticed. Sam began to kiss her back, his tongue opened her mouth. Molly resisted, a little, she knew that boys needed to feel in control. And for once, she was going to let a boy do that. Sam had done this before, of that she was sure. He knew what to do with his tongue, his lips, his hands… Molly could pick them, she knew she always could.

"Molly, Molly, time to cut the cake!" she heard Jennifer's shrill voice from across the property. Sam jerked his head up and smiled.

"Gotta go," Molly said, disengaging herself from his grasp. She brushed up against him and felt his hard on, and she let her hand brush it slightly. "See ya," she tossed over her shoulder as strode out the room.

Sam looked like someone had slapped him across the face, as he realized that Molly was the Birthday Girl. Shit! She was only 15! He turned to the right and began to walk, then back to the left and then bent down and picked up the flask and finished it off.

MONDAY, April 2001, 7:30 pm

Molly stripped off her sweaty dance clothes and walked into the bathroom nude. In the mirror she examined her body. There had never been any mistaking that she was a Taylor by blood, there was that pesky birth certificate and all. But at 5' 10", long light brown hair, green eyes, and olive skin, she stood out like a sore thumb in the family album. Her biological destiny was a mystery to everyone unless you had met Craig's mother, who was Italian. She had grown three inches since January. Those three inches had changed her life and she grimaced at her reflection. When she had auditioned at the CDA she was told by the lead dance instructor, Marcel Debois, to quit growing. He had not been joking. She knew that at her present height she would never have a career in classical dance. Her chance was over when she hit 5'8" and there didn't seem to be an end in sight. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed. "Stupid bitch," she muttered to herself. She had grown up there too, from the flat chested little girl to a B cup. Even with all of her exercising and her diet compulsions, she could not stop Mother Nature. She was stacked, another failure. Only God knew when the growing would stop. Molly sighed. She smiled, thinking of Sam's fingers playing with her nipples and she began to pinch them slightly. "Out of bad things, some good can come," she thought to herself as she jumped into the shower. She planned on going over to the local high school track to run and relieve some built up stress but wanted to wash away the smell of the three hour dance class before. Ok, well not run per se, but go to meet up with Sam.

For the last 9 months she and Sam would meet up at every free chance she got and fuck. There was no making love, it was truly fucking, even though he said he loved her. She didn't quibble, it was fucking to her. The love stuff was something else, less physical, more intimate, when they weren't under the bleachers at the local high school track. On the rare occasions that she could get away for a few hours without her mother knowing, she would get over to Sam's small apartment near Carnegie Mellon and they would make love for hours, slow and soft in his twin bed. Sam had begun his second year as a photography major there the first year that Justin had begun in visual arts over at PIFA. While they were both in the arts, Justin was off in another world, doing other worldly things with Brian. Sam was her's, not Justin's, not Craig's, and not her mother's. Sam wanted to have the relationship out in the open, have her meet his parents, and he meet hers. She convinced him that if her parents ever found out, they would never be allowed to see each and her mother would have him arrested. Jennifer would have done that with Brian if she could, and she knew Craig had made numerous attempts to do that very thing. And she knew that Sam would not be safe until she turned 17, the age of majority in Pennsylvania. At least that's what she told him.

Molly stepped out of the shower and dried herself off. Slipping on her jogging outfit she prayed silently that Jennifer had not returned, and flew out the front door when she realized that she had not. She didn't have to leave a note, the chalk board had a permanent note on it, "Gone to the track". Jennifer knew that Molly would change the note if she were going any other place than to run. Jennifer was very impressed with her daughter's independence, the new school, the school extracurricular activities and dance class. And her grades, the fact that she could keep up a straight A average without breaking out in a sweat, Jennifer knew she was blessed to have a daughter like Molly. All her hard work as a parent was paying off. While she hadn’t been able to protect Justin from the world, Molly would do just fine.

Jennifer entered the condo and called out Molly's name. She looked at the chalk board and realized that Molly must be off for a run. She began to cook dinner for the two of them. Molly's diet was very strict, almost no fat, no flavor, no nothing, as she would joke with her. Compared to Justin's voracious appetite, Molly ate like a bird, literally. She contemplated slipping in some butter over the steamed vegetables she prepared, but she knew that Molly would pick up on it and then she wouldn't eat anything. She sighed and resigned herself to the plain meal that lay ahead of her.

Molly stood with her back to the bleacher support beam and her legs parted. Sam had already worked his way up her thighs with his tongue and had begun to lick her labia with slow sloppy licks, pushing her jogging shorts to the side. His fingers were already inside her, his thumb pressed up against her pleasure spot, and she felt shut off from the world as the pressure below began to build towards climax. She had grabbed hold of his curly hair and had his head moving like a joy stick whose only goal was to give her pleasure, when she was rudely ripped from the warm cocoon that their love making enveloped her in. A group of old men on some sort of walking spree made their way by the lovers, laughing and joking. Sam bent down and began to untie and retie Molly's running shoes as she regained her composure. Sam looked up slyly at her as the group of men passed. "We have to stop meeting like this."

"Yeah," she said knocking him back on the ground and tugging at his sweats. "Right!" She didn't care that she was grinding his bare ass into the gravel, neither did he for that matter. She grabbed a condom out of her sweat jacket and placed it over his dick. For the next few minutes the world stopped - there was pleasure only. There was no pain, no numbness, just them. Sam looked up at her. He felt the loneliest he had ever felt in his life as he watched Molly thrust herself up and down on him. She was fucking him and yeah, sure it felt good, but she wasn't there with him like he wanted her to be. She spasmed and she came, hard. Sam hadn't yet, but she kept at it until he came and then she crumpled down on top of him slipping him out of her and removing the condom. For a few minutes he was able to hold her on top of him, and those were the few minutes he felt completely connected to her, not even when he was inside of her.

Molly smiled lazily down at him. "Good boy" she whispered in his ear. "Good boy"

And then she was gone. Faster then he ever wanted her to go - a quick kiss, a slap on the ass, and she was jogging away back home.

Jennifer smiled as her daughter came into the dining room. "Hello Honey, have a good run." Molly smiled and picked her glass of water. "Yes, I sure did."

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