Streetlife

12 - Stef's Story

STEF POV

As I step off the greyhound bus at Port Authority I have never been so happy to be out of Boston in all of my fucking life. I hated that god-forsaken place, and if I had to spend one more minute under my parents' strict rules I was liable to fucking shoot myself in the head. At the age of 19, I am done, and I had already been doing whatever the hell I wanted for the last few years regardless of what they said and the demands they still tried to place on me. My father said his house his rules so my answer was fuck you, my life my rules.

I already am feeling free as I light my Lucky Strike smoke and breathe in the dirty New York City air that reeks of piss, grime and smoke. It's my first time in a big city like this, but the crowds or how damn loud it is doesn't detour me. I am here, this is gonna be my new home and I can't wait to see my brother, Frank Jr.

Pulling my big brown Jackie O shades down over my eyes I grab my one piece of luggage from under the bus as I step inside the station looking around for this big ass clock where my brother told me to meet him. It's hot as shit that's for sure and the August heat has my tits sweating in this wonder-bra as well as my legs in these tight bell bottoms and platform shoes, an outfit my mother had forbidden me to even look at.

Puffing my smoke again it had been damn near five years since I had seen my brother and I was still pissed at him for leaving me. I got why he left since he was gay and my parents damn near disowned him for that as well as for wanting to be a fashion designer, but I had missed him and he had been my best friend and still was. But being I was 14 at the time he left I wanted nothing more but to go with him, and I had begged and pleaded with him until he finally said yes. But, I had woken up the next morning to find a note on my pillow and him gone.

He had written me after that and when I did get him on the phone I refused to fucking talk to him. But, he apologized and said he wanted to get himself settled in New York City before he had me come live with him. Five years later and he still had not been ready when I spoke to him last, but I told him enough. So I packed my shit, stole money from my father's wallet and hopped on a greyhound leaving no note or anything behind. I was done with the pretense of a life I had been living.

Finally spotting the big ass clock, I see my brother dressed in tight pants and a purple flashy shirt with his aviator glasses.

"Francis!!! Francis!!" I yell as he turns around and lifts his own shades up smiling widely at me.

"Baby sis...is...is that YOU?!" He practically screams as I catch up to him.

"Fuck yeah! The same baby sis you ditched, asshole!" I slap his arm as he pulls me in for a warm hug and I return it.

"I'll never live that down, huh?"

"Hell, no! But you look good, baby!" I squeeze his arm as he continues to grin at me.

"Thanks and ummm, wow baby sis, you ummm, you have ummm, matured! Mom and Dad must have kept you locked in your room!" He looks me up and down, and I can tell he is shocked I'm not the little girl he left all those years ago.

"Tits and all, right? And my ass, check this out!" I turn around as he shakes his head laughing at me and I puff my smoke again. "Sexy ass, right?"

"You are too much!" He grabs my hand and bag as we head out of the bus terminal and onto the crowded dirty streets. "But darling you are still my baby sis! Now, hungry?"

"Starving!!! Where to, Francis? You promised to show me around the city."

"Well, lets drop your stuff at my place and head down to the coffee shop. Still like burgers?" He hails a cab as I burst out laughing.