In the great life of Julianna Hayes, there were plenty of men that she had been with throughout her latter twenties, as she had grown into quite the avid harlot because of her younger teenage days. It all had to do with family, as most of the time it does. Her roots came from a horny overbearing father, a nonexistent mother, and there were also her neighbors, which unfortunately were related to her porn loving Dad. They were her Uncles, Tim and Matt.
Now, for the duration of her childhood, there was nothing in the least bit slutty about Julianna's life. She had boyfriends but remained faithful to her Christian beliefs, which were solid Catholic, thanks to her Mother. That changed once she grew the magical age of 18, where anything was fair game after final adulthood.
It was not in the nature of this girl, particularly petite, with an emphasis on being 5'3, quite skinny, and small in the ass as well as boobs. At 21, she was still being mistaken for a young adolescent, but she was still young at 18, still in high school, still naive, and yet she wasn't. Her friends were all whores, which came from going to private schools all their lives. They were in cheerleading and dance together, and it was just natural for being so closed off to unleash their sexual energies upon the boys of the city that they lived in.
However, Julianna was timid around the opposite sex, even though her face was exquisitely perfect. Her skin was creamy and flawless, and her eyes were a brilliantly shade of sparkling blue, and she had the straightest, finest blonde hair imaginable. She literally had never worn makeup, so everything that you saw was pure Jullanna, in all her gorgeous beauty. She did not even pretend to be a slut, as some girls tended to, being that it was the cool thing. Rather, she moderately dressed in jeans and humble tee-shirts, flip flops or sneakers, and this was all due to the fact that she was very athletic, playing volleyball as well as cheerleading.
It was easy to see how aggressive the girl was when she played the sport. Julianna was scrappy, very limber, and jumped very high when on the attack of a spike. She almost always got an ace against the other team. She was the weapon that no other team had, and her Father and Uncles went to all the games and cheered her on. It almost always got the girl embarrassed by how loud they would yell and jeer at the other team, but as long as her team won, she was in a particularly heavenly mood.
On other days, it was not as such. Either she was not accurate or ‘on' or the other players were messing up, or perhaps the other team was just giving them a good run, but if Julianna did not beat the competition, hell broke loose. Such was an occasion, when her Father and Uncles had actually elected to stay in for the evening, when she came home, sour and defeated, and automatically against anyone.
Julianna walked in the house with her uniform on, a glowing face because of the sweat during the game, and slammed the front door with such a force, that the clock on the foyer's wall fell to the ground. It was not a very sturdy mounted piece, but as it was made of plastic, it did not shatter or break, just the cover for the battery compartment flew off and across the wooden floors. Next thing was the stomping to the kitchen, her sneakers squeaking as she hit the tile and swung open the fridge's door. Scowling at her Father, who had been hollering at her not to be so damn loud, Julianna continued to march around, slamming drawers, rummaging through knives and forks, muttering about how there were not any clean spoons.
"Doesn't anyone do the dishes anymore?" She spat, leaning against the cabinet, having cleaned one off herself. The sink was full of dirty dishes that she knew needed to be done, but of course, she wasn't going to do them, as her father was the one who ate so much.
"I think someone must have lost a game," Uncle Tim chuckled and picked up a card from the table that they sat around, playing some sort of poker, or so it looked like to Julianna, who grunted in response.
"Must have been because her lucky charms weren't there," Matt commented in his throaty voice, rubbing his bare belly and scratching it, peering at the glare in Julianna's fiery eyes.
"Eh, she had better calm down, or it's going to be restriction time," her Father interjected in their teasing, shuffling the cards and turning his head to look over the shoulder at the girl who was acting like a brat in his eyes. His firm gaze did not soften as he clenched his jaw and returned his attention back to the game. Pausing, he said, "Julie, join us and have some fun. I'll even let you drink with us."
"I don't want to drink. I'm not a drunk like you and Uncle Matt," she retorted, sipping on the can of Coke and twirling her spoon around in the carton of ice cream, looking down at the box.
Disgruntled, her Father raised his voice and placed his hand down on top of the cards, saying as he straightened his back in a very clear and stony voice that demanded respect, "Get over here and sit down."
"Fine." Julianna set down her empty can of Coke and put the ice cream back in the freezer. She came up to the table and looked at the three grown men. Her Father wore a wife beater with board shorts, his arms bulging as well as his beer gut, and her Uncle Tim sat with a full tee shirt and jeans, drinking water as usual. Uncle Matt was gulping down the last of his Bud Ice and gleaming with a slight sweat, while sitting with his shirt off as if he did not have an abundance of hair over his tan and white body, a characteristic of the farmer that he was. She sat momentarily, raising a brow, and watching as the hand was dealt, cards placed in front of her each time that her father dished them out.
Julianna frowned and pushed the cards to the center. "I don't know how to play poker, so I'm just going to watch or whatever."
Clearing his throat, her Father shot her a dirty look and pushed the cards back to her hands that sat on the tabletop. "You'll play. We'll teach you as we go."
"Whatever," Julianna answered nonchalantly, taking the cards in her hands with no particular sense of the game. She was just going to wing it and learn as she went, but she really was in no mood to play anymore games that evening. She wished her ignorant Father could understand, but of course, he was too busy trying to prove his dominance in the household. Rolling her eyes as they went around, she had no idea what to do and eventually, showed them her cards with a look into their laughing faces.
"No good, hon. You got to take something off," Uncle Matt declared with a big smile on his lips as he cracked open another beer and shifted in his seat. His stares were more than just looks, his eyes seemed to be dancing from downward to upward and then to the faces of her Father and Uncle Tim.
"What?" She paused, glancing from Uncle Matt to her Dad. She furrowed her brow and shrugged her shoulders. "Take what off?"
"Shoes or whatever, this is strip poker. We play for clothes, ‘cause that's how poor we are." They all had a good laugh over her Father's statement, nodding and agreeing that was why Uncle Tim had his shoes and socks off, Matt his shirt, and her Father had taken off his flip flops earlier. It all seemed believable, so she thought that it was harmless. They were her family, and so what if they were poor, this was how they played poker. She had never really played anyway, and even though something told her it was not right, she obliged to take off her sneakers and socks, as Tim said they were on in the same.
