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From: Jan Vincent <jan123@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} The Lisbon Girls (2/2) (ff inc teen cons)
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Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2004 17:10:11 -0500
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Hi there

This is my homage to Sofia Coppola's The Virgin Suicides and Kirsten Dunst.
I try to rescue these girls from their dreadful fate. Still, I try to impart
the same feelings I experienced while watching this haunting film.

This the alternative story that should have been told. So I tell it, here.
Enjoy the story and then let me know what you think.

To read it in web format, you can always go to my site at:

http://www.sistersinlove.org

-jan

-----------------------------


This is the second part of this alternative story to the Virgin Suicides. I
am not particularly proud of this second part, but I thought to post it
anyway, because I hate to leave things unfinished.

-jan






Tim:

This afternoon my inane brother Andy found out about my diary and started
teasing me to death about my feelings for Lux.

"You sound like a girl, Timmy. You sound like a girrrl."

"Give me my fucking journal."

"No way, Bro." He smirked at me, the creep, leafing through it, reading
passages of it that made my face go red. "And I love you, Lux, from the
bottom my heart." He stopped reading it out loud and faced me again with his
maddening look of self-indulgence. I wanted to hit him, but he's my older
brother, who'd hit me back without a second thought. With a falsetto voice
he went on reading other parts of my most secret thoughts. I screamed at him
and tried to grab the hand that held the diary, but Andy threw me down to
the floor. I banged my head against the wall, felt dizzy, almost nauseous. I
just hate my brother so much right now.

Mom climbed up the stairs and yelled at us. Andy hurled my diary at me and
looked as innocently as he could.

"Creep," I said when Mom was gone.

"Jerk, " said he, still with his idiotic smile on his face. "You are a jerk
if you think girls are these angels with white wings and pure as snow. Grow
up, Bro. Girls are just boys... but with tits and a pussy."

I wanted to shout an answer at him, but he left me there humiliated,
beaten... 

It has always been like that between us. He's so arrogant and full of it...
and I can do nothing right.

I go to Paul Baldino's house and ask if he knows anything new about the
Lisbon girls, but he doesn't. All he knows is what everybody does. The
Lisbon girls are still at home, grounded. Paul wants to discuss Lux and
Bonnie's kiss, but I don't want to and I leave.

As I walk home I think about how crass my brother can be. Girls are just
like boys, but with tits and a pussy... I don't know why but this comparison
makes me sick and I want to puke.


-----------------------------

Andy:

My brother Tim has always been a weakling, too girlish to be a boy. Even
when he was little he liked to play with our cousin Susan's Barbies. I saw
him touch their breasts as if those dolls were girls. Tim's a pervert... And
that's why he bought the telescope, to spy on girls who don't give a shit
about him. Sometimes I want to slap him out of it, but I know I scare him a
little too much, sometimes, because he's a jerk -- that's all. I tried to
make him see that he doesn't gain anything by worshipping unreachable
girls... They are there in their world, in their own cocoon, segregated by
their own parents... Yuck, that makes me sick just by thinking about it.

I once saw Lux sunbathing on the front lawn. She is cute, but she's so...
Well, I knew she noticed me when I walked down the street on an errand that
day, but she also noticed other boys, and even old men. That girl... she
just likes to tease, but doesn't put out. Well, she did... for Trip Fontaine
on the football field, but... I don't know why she chose Trip... After all,
he's not that good looking or anything.


-----------------------------

Therese:

I couldn't believe my own eyes when I saw Bonnie and Lux, naked, in the same
bed, kissing and... Bonnie... She was... She was touching Lux's naked
breast. Mary was with me and she was as surprised as I was. She didn't seem
disgusted, only unequivocally surprised. Past the initial wonderment I
whispered to Mary and ordered her to close the door. Obediently she did so
and we remained in total silence in our younger sisters' room. 'What to do?'
I asked myself. 'What to do now?'

"Are you not going to say anything?" asked Lux, sitting on the bed while
Bonnie sat next to her. I could see their breasts with their pointed nipples
and creamy complexion, due to lack of sunshine. I could see their fear
becoming less acute. I could see their flushed faces and tousled hair. I
could see Lux's aggressiveness turn into amusement. She began to laugh.

"Why are you laughing?" Mary said, more bewildered than never.

"You should see your own faces when you walked in."

"Lux, that's not funny," I said, trying to sound resolute and forbidding.
"This is not funny."

"Why, Sis? Because you say so, or because Mother says so?"

"What do you prefer?"

"I'd prefer if you were you... and not Mother."

Lux's latter phrase created a lull in our conversation. Lux looked serious
now, as if her nakedness next to Bonnie's was an accusation, a gun pointed
at us.

"What do you want me to say, then?"

I shrugged, and left their room, utterly confused and slightly angry at
them, and at myself, because I could not come up with anything to say to
make them stop.


-----------------------------

Mary:

I walk behind Therese as we go back to our room. Therese ambles over to the
window and looks outside. I can feel her mounting sadness, the feeling of
entrapment becoming more palpable. What will become of us if we go on like
this? I wish I knew the answer to this question. I want to go over and hold
her in my arms, so that I can soothe her, but I know she doesn't like to be
touched. She has always been very standoffish, imitating Mother, shunning
any physical contact, because... that may be a sin.

A week goes by and I feel that Therese's sadness is increasing. Mother has
noticed it too -- I can see that by the way she looks at her and says
nothing. I become scared, disoriented, because of my helplessness. I try to
find ways to make it better for her, but Therese seems to gravitate into
deeper depression. I want to help her, but I don't know how. I want to give
her a hand, but I know she will not take it.

I go to my younger sisters' room. I knock on the door, but nobody replies. I
fear they are in a compromising position, but when I rotate the handle and
walk in their bedroom I see that the drapes are pulled closed and only a
weak beam of light cuts through the darkness. I hear their breathing as
though they are asleep, but then I see a silhouette rise on Lux's bed.

"Is it you, Mary?"

"Yes," I whisper back, answering Bonnie's question.

"Lux's not okay."

I hear it, but can't believe it. I hurry toward Lux's bed. I fumble for our
kid sister. She's lying on her bed in a fetal position, I can guess it now,
in spite of the faint light. I touch her forehead, and she's feels warm, too
warm... and she's shaking.

"She's ill," I state, half-surprised, half-expecting it. "She's running a
temperature. When did she start shaking? Do you know that?"

"No. After lunch she told me she felt tired, and her body ached, but I
never..."

She does not complete the sentence, as Mother dashes in and asks what we're
doing in complete darkness.


-----------------------------

Bonnie:

Instead of being rushed off to hospital, because of her dangerously high
fever, Lux is seen by doctor at home. Mother refused to let Lux go, so she
could be treated and taken care of properly. Mother is so obsessed about our
grounding that she does not even care about the consequences. She's rather
let her daughter die than to relent. I wonder where the social workers are.
They could deliver us from our own parents, if they wanted to, but it seems
our parents are too forbidding, too esteemed, too well regarded for our own
good. No one dares come knock on our door, not even the boys who saw Lux and
I kiss on the roof of our house.

I silently scream: "Isn't there anyone out there who cares about us? Who
will save us...?" Then I figure... We are beyond saving; salvation is no
longer for us. I used to be very religious, I used to believe. Do I still? I
think so, but my faith is weakening and I no longer pray as I used to.


-----------------------------

Tim:

I heard Lux is sick, and there are some rumors she is already dead. When the
doctor comes out of the Lisbon's house for the third time I sprint down the
stairs and go to the front lawn. I want to go to him and ask him how she is,
but the doctor looks unfriendly and aloof. I want to do something for Lux,
and I try to devise a plan to deliver them a letter.

I write:

Dear Lux

I heard you were sick and I wonder how you really are. Please, send me a
signal, anything, so I know you are okay.

Love,

Tim
 

-----------------------------

Therese:

Bonnie saw Tim Weiner put something next to the garbage can this evening,
and so she offers herself to take the garbage out. It's the only chore that
allows us some freedom outside. How strange... The most hated house chore is
now the most wanted by us girls. Mary and Bonnie have taken turns lately,
because I don't mind so much to be deprived of those fleeting moments of
liberty.

I go to Lux's and Bonnie's room when Bonnie delivers Tim's letter to its
obvious addressee. With some difficulty, Lux straightens herself on the bed
and reads the letter. A weak smile appears on her lips and she asks for
paper and a pen.

She writes:

Dear Tim

You are so kind. You are the sweetest boy I know, but you don't have to
worry about me. I feel better now.

Yours,

Lux


-----------------------------

Lux:

I have recovered from a very nasty flu, I was told. Dr. Gartner is a
peculiar man with peculiar methods, but my mother likes him, because he is
discreet and does not talk too much and keeps his distance. He had a way of
a vampire, if you ask me. He was paler than me when I was the sickest. When
he touched me with his long limbs and white, cold fingers I pictured him
puncturing my neck for blood. But he didn't do such thing. He just
prescribed me some antibiotics and a light painkiller. Mother only bought me
the former, because -- according to her -- painkillers are unnecessary drugs
which blunt the mind and corrupt our souls.

I trudge toward the windowsill and watch the elm tree in front of our house,
the one the stupid men from our city hall wanted to uproot. My sisters and I
saved it, offering our bodies as a protection against the electrical saws.
The men were amused, and I saw them look at us with interest. It was not an
everyday thing to be challenged by damsels in old-fashioned white
nightgowns, who encircled the elm tree they were supposed to cut down. Their
supervisor called the cops, but the news people save us and our tree.

I notice that Bonnie is watching me, sending me quick glances, as if she
does not want to disturb me.

"What, Bonnie?" I ask calmly. I was strangely serene, my head felt a little
too light to my own taste.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yes," I said, nodding.

"I was so afraid..."

"I was scared too."

"I didn't know... what... if..."

"I didn't know either. But I am not. I'm here."

"I thought you wanted..."

"I did... but I thought better of it. I don't want to go without you. I
don't want to be alone."


-----------------------------

Bonnie:

We lie together in bed, Lux and I, and I look deep into her eyes, although
she is really not looking at me. She is far away, and I want to ask her
where. Lux, I call silently. Lux, can you hear me? But she doesn't. She
keeps daydreaming, sometimes with her eyes closed, sometimes with her eyes
open. I want to talk to her; I want her to talk to me, but she is probably
thinking about Trip Fontaine. Slowly, teardrops form on the corners of her
eyes. She wipes them off and sniffles. I want to hug her but can't move. I
want her to say everything will be okay when I know it won't. I want to tell
her that I love her but my throat hurts. I am weak, too weak to speak.

Love in books is so uncomplicated, so simple, so straightforward. A boy
loves a girl and a girl loves a boy, so simple that boggles my mind. Other
combinations seem so... complicated, so far away, as if... as if... I sigh,
and can't finish the thought. I feel the slight pressure against my temples,
a sign that I am edgy, restless, without knowing what to do. I want to make
love to Lux, but she doesn't even notice me.

"Kiss me," she said as if out of the blue.

I stared at her surprised. "Kiss you?"

"Yeah, I need some loving right now. Kiss me."

And I do kiss her, feeling her lips gingerly, tasting all the flavors
encased in her sweet mouth, my sweet sister, my sweet love.

Feverishly we make love, my hands fumble awkwardly about her breasts, as my
fingers rake over her stiff nipples. She moans almost imperceptibly. She is
my sweet sister, I keep thinking. She is the reason why we are here, a
prison we call home, a prison that entrap us and makes us want each other.

I feel the wetness down below, hers and mine. We are so alike in this, in
this moment. We want this as much as a virgin boy wants a beautiful girl. We
are virgins too, now, when we kiss each other. She must forget Trip. I want
her to.

My hands wanders off under her dress and the elastic of her panties. I touch
her pussy and she whimpers. But, oh... She calls Trip's name. I take my hand
off of her, and I cry. We cry together. We embrace each other and she begs
for forgiveness. I want to forgive her but can't.


-----------------------------

Tim:

When I read Lux's letter I can't believe she thinks I am sweet, the sweetest
boy I know. Oh, Lux... Oh LUX. I try to communicate with her with my mind,
but I hear no answer. I look around me, just to check my stupid brother is
nowhere near me. I take another look at Lux's house with my telescope but
all curtains are closed.

Everything seem quiet, too quiet. I wonder where they are at this very
moment... Perhaps listening to another rant about morals...

It's dark again and I wait for them, watching their house incessantly. My
patience finally pays off when I see Lux and Bonnie raise each other to the
roof. Lux lights a cigarette followed by Bonnie. They talk and Bonnie laughs
at something her sister said. I wonder if they are talking about me... and
about my letter. Then something really weird happens. Lux looks directly at
my telescope, squinting her eyes as if she knows she is being spied upon.
With a slanted smile, she lets the smoke come through her nostrils as if she
is this mythological dragon... Bonnie says something to her and Lux laughs
out loud, tipping her head up, her long blonde hair cascading down her naked
shoulders.

She looks so lovely, so adorable. I want to go to her and kiss her and make
love to her, but she is far away, unreachable, like Andy says. I realize the
creep is right and want to call it a day, but knowing that Lux is sill there
on the roof prevents me from leaving.

And without any warning Lux leans in and kisses Bonnie. Bonnie's arms wrap
around her younger sister's neck and they kiss for long minutes in total
abandon. This image repulses me and fascinates me at the same time. I don't
know what to do, what to feel. I want to hit them, I want... If only they
were not grounded... this kissing... these weird things they do to each
other wouldn't've happened. I am sure of it.


-----------------------------

Therese:

Hell broke loose, it seems. Mother caught Lux and Bonnie smoking on the
roof. I wonder whether she had seen them fool around with each other too.
Mother is positively furious. I can see that by the calmness in her voice
and the paleness in her aged skin. I want to save my younger sisters but I
don't know how.

Mother makes them take everything out of their wardrobes and bed. She
searches for other stashed cigarette packs but a after a wild goose chase
she gives up. She tells them to put everything back in its right place. I
see Bonnie is on the verge of tears, while Lux is between hysterical
laughter and utter disbelief.

We are all becoming a little insane in this house. We stifle in here. We
want to get out, but we can't. I don't want to look outside because it
reminds of the days when I was free to walk on those streets.


-----------------------------

Mary:

It all started as a joke, but then the idea of suicide is seeping through,
is becoming real and the only way out. Bonnie looks the most desperate, and
only Lux's loving can calm her down. I try to lift everybody's spirits but I
feel sad myself. I hope for a miracle to happen but that only happens in
books and my life is far from those stories I've read.


-----------------------------

Lux:

I want to have sex with Bonnie all the time. It makes me forget about all
the shit we have to take from Mother and Father. I want her to fuck me with
rage, love and passion. I want to fuck their daughter because I want my
revenge. And most of all I want my cigarettes back. I hate them, and I kiss
Bonnie when I think of that.

"Lux?" she inquires. "What the..."

"Don't ask. Let's fuck."

"Fuck?"

"Yes, Sis. It's not like you don't know what that means, or you forget what
we've been doing lately?"

"What, Lux? I don't understand. You look so..."

I look away, 'cause I know she can feel what I am going through.

She touches my naked breast and her hands are warm, my nipple stiffens under
the touch of her fingers. I can feel my desire run from me, wetting the
sheets.

This is crazy, I feel I am becoming crazy. I want to scream out and tell
everybody we are worse than caged animals. We are worse than the worst. I..
can't breathe.


-----------------------------

Bonnie:

It's a paradox but it is so true. Mother punished us all because she frowns
upon sex with a boy, but what did she accomplish by grounding us? Huh?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Lux, my sister, became my lover, and we have
sex like there is no tomorrow and the saddest thing is... there isn't. At
least not for us. I hope that one day people can learn something from us.




* * *



Twenty years later...

Tim:

I still can't believe they did it... Today, as I was tidying up the attic, I
stumble upon a box containing old pictures and Lux's letter she once wrote
to me, the sweetest boy I know. The pictures were taken during my childhood
and teenage years. Among them I find an old photo of the Lisbon girls.
Beautiful they were but gone. I try to contain the tears when I look at
Lux's face, so intensely beautiful that she still haunts my dreams. I stroke
her face although I know it is only a piece of paper I am holding. Still, I
feel she's there...

I sigh and hurry down the stairs. My wife Trudie is calling me. Dinner's
ready, she said, and I am happy I have her and my two daughters.



The End

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