Homework

Sharon couldn’t believe she had to do this tonight.  Not tonight. But her parents had an important meeting they had to go to again, and again, she was stuck watching her 13-year-old brother.

I mean, sure, she was a good sophomore.  She got all A’s, no problem, but then she also had Steve.  Sure, he was a Junior, but he also made her feel things that nobody ever had before.

So, yeah, her parents made her a deal.  She do this, watch Adam for a few hours, and she could go with Steve after they got back.

She’d already dressed for it, wearing a halter top that showed a lot of skin and a skirt that, she was certain, her parents would never approve of.  She had to wear them in secret, of course.  Steve would know, though.

But so did Adam, the twerp. And he’d often use the knowledge of her illicit clothing choices to his advantage.

She’d just finished her homework when Adam came in, almost grinning, talking about how he’d forgotten he needed to do something for school tomorrow and asking Sharon if she’d help. She rolled her eyes.  If she didn’t, he’d threaten to tell their parents about her wardrobe choices.

She asked what she needed to do, and all he said was to lay down, face down, on the floor and to close her eyes.  Okay, no big deal so far.  She lay down, as instructed, and just waited.  Adam came back, pretending to talk to an imaginary classroom about illusion and the artistry of being able to make the impossible happen.

As soon as he was done, Sharon felt something sharp on her back.  She opened her eyes, “What the…”

Adam was already there, giving her a thumbs up as he was holding something on her. “Adam, what are you doing?”

Adam grinned and moved. Sharon felt something both painful and pleasant go into her back.  Gasping, she demanded Adam tell her what he was doing.  Adam did so. “I’m sawing you in half big sister.”

“Sawing me…” Sharon almost got up, but Adam’s face looked pleading. “Sharon, I know what I’m doing. Trust me.”

Sharon gasped as she reached around and felt the saw in her back.  But then she realized something.  She couldn’t feel any blood.  Shouldn’t there be blood?

She nodded, so Adam continued.  At the next stroke of the saw, Sharon felt great pleasure.  She could almost feel it grating against her spine, and it felt good. But that didn’t make sense.  Her body was being cut in half, her spine severed, but she could still feel and move her feet.

What was Adam doing?  Where did he learn this?  What was going to happen to her?

She realized she could feel the saw’s progression through her body as it reached about the halfway point. That’s when she decided hell with it. It feels great.

Adam finished sawing through her a moment later, and Sharon felt something incredible.  Briefly, she wondered if Adam was going to slide something like cookie sheets between her halves, but he didn’t.  He simply invited her to pull herself apart.

Amazingly, she did so. With a little effort, she flipped her upper half over, looking at her legs.  Her butt was still up, and she had to wonder. “How did you learn this?”

Adam shrugged. “I found a course online.  They said I could do pretty much anything if I knew the right things to do.”

Sharon settled herself on the cut end of her torso. “So, you’re going to put me back together?”

Adam smiled at her a little strangely. “You do know how to do that, right?”

Adam shrugged, laughing a little, so Sharon repeated herself. “RIGHT?”

Adam dropped the saw and started to move away. “Sorry sis, but I haven’t gotten to that part yet.”

He started to scoot further away until Sharon realized something.  She couldn’t get him, not like this.

But what would this do for her date tonight?  What would Steve think, her being sawn in half like this?

Sometimes she hated her life.