Mamma's Boy

Shadows cling to the dim kitchen as Rachel, 20 and wild, saunters down the stairs, her skimpy outfit clinging to curves still humming from a night of reckless revelry, hair a tangled mess. Her 18-year-old step-brother Nathan, crisp in his school uniform, spoons cereal, eyes narrowing in revulsion. 'Cover up, slut,' he snarls, averting his gaze. She cackles, snatching a bite, plopping beside him, her thigh brushing his. 'Still buttoned up like a kid for school? Pathetic.' He snaps back, defending his straight-A grind, bound for college—unlike her dead-end chaos. She mocks harder, venom dripping, until he growls she's lucky Mom's slaving the early shift, or she'd catch hell. 'Mama's boy!' she jeers. Spoon clatters; he bolts. In the living room's gloom, Nathan dials Mom, voice tight: Rachel's tormenting me again, reeks of booze, scheming trouble while you're gone. It's his desperate ploy to summon her home—he can't stand being alone with this temptress, her presence a hot, forbidden itch under his skin.