Editor's note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.
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"Dylan gets the house for Halloween every year, it's not fair!" Cali whined to her father.
John, a tall man who was every bit the definition of "silver fox", glared at her.
"You can see your friends in town any time, Cali, Dylan only gets to come home a few times a year. We've been over this." Cali could hear in her dad's tone that she was pushing her luck, but she really wanted to celebrate Halloween her way.
"But, Daddy--" Cali started to plead. Her father tsked and looked back to his newspaper.
"You sound like you're whining, Cali." He said disapprovingly. "It's time to grow up."
Cali knew that was the end of that conversation.
Knowing it was a waste of time but willing to try anyway, Cali went to find her mom.
Her mom was definitely the parent that Cali looked the most alike. While her dad was handsome, sure, her mother was a knockout-- she'd been hearing the term (and much worse) her entire life. Lacy Robinson was tall and slim, muscled but not too toned, thin but not too skinny. She had a solid figure that set her apart from other 40 year olds, looked amazing in anything she wore, had gorgeous honey-golden hair, and was constantly, unabashedly displaying her perky 36DD breasts.
"Haven't started to sag yet!" Lacy would tell Cali with a wink whenever Cali rolled her eyes at whatever outfit she had chosen with plunging cleavage that day.
Cali found her mom in the living, breaking out the Halloween decorations in between cleaning around Cali's brother, Dylan, who was immersed in yet another stupid video game with his friends. With his headphones on Cali hoped he wouldn't be able to hear her plead her case with her mom, who definitely liked Dylan more out of her two children.
"Mom," Cali started in her most pleasant voice. Lacy turned towards Cali, tucking a stray hair back into the pink handkerchief that covered her head. Cali's hair was identical to her mom's: a lovely shade, straight as a pin, always trimmed right below the shoulders.
"Yes, dear?" Lacy asked. Cali could already hear the "no" in her voice; truthfully she had been a little annoying the past few weeks, pestering her parents since before October about the rights to the house for Halloween. They had already shut her down multiple times in favor of their golden child hosting his usual Halloween snooze-fest of video games, sports talk, and questions about class. Dylan and his friends didn't even talk about tits like normal college boys!
"Look, I get that Dylan only gets to come home a few times every year with school, but can't we at least share the house?" Cali pleaded.
"For fuck's sake, Cali, this again?" Lacy asked impatiently. Cali's mom looked like an all-American Barbie wife, but she cursed like a sailor. "I told you no. Dylan wants the house for his party, which means your girlfriends can't be hanging around bothering him and his guys."
"Bothering him, I won't even talk to him! And I was only going to have a few friends over, like Nat and maybe Ashley, we could stay in my room!"
"Not Nasty Natalie!" Dylan suddenly shouted, causing Cali to jump a little. Damn, her brother could hear her over whatever shoot-em-up game he was playing. "Guys, Cootie Cali wants her slutty friend to crash our party!"
Cali rolled her eyes at the age-old nicknames, not missing the little smirk her mother had on her face after he said it. Always taking Dylan's side.
"She's not slutty, you ass!" Cali resisted the urge to smack the headphones off her dumb brother's head.
They never really got along when they were little, always playing too rough and getting too dirty, upsetting their parents and whoever the neighbor was at the time. Being four years apart made it hard to connect, too, especially when Dylan went off to college. He had been the golden boy years before that, though. He grew up tall and strong, athletic to the point of a full scholarship for baseball, smarter than the average jock, and never really into partying. Dylan barely drank, never smoked weed, only ever had a few girlfriends, and even kept good company with none rowdy guy friends.
Cali frankly thought her brother was a big ol' pile of boring, but her opinion didn't matter too much. Her father had always pushed her towards perfection, leading to plenty of fights while Cali was in high school about grades, boys, and weekend parties. Her friends were closely monitored and quickly uninvited if they weren't up to her parents' standards, and her free time had to be dedicated to school.
When Cali announced at 18 that she was taking the gap year to travel with one of her more disliked friends, Nat, she thought her parents were going to shit a brick. From then on, Dylan's spot as golden child of the family was solidified. With Cali's parents thinking she'd never find her way back to school, they hoped she would at least marry well to keep their beautiful bloodline going. Cali had no intentions to settle down-- while traveling with Nat she had gotten a real taste of freedom, and a taste for living a very wild lifestyle.
"Don't call your brother an ass, Cali." Lacy warned. Cali rolled her eyes again and stalked to her bedroom, where she laid on her bed and shot a quick text to Nat, letting her know there definitely wasn't going to be a party for Halloween.
"It's not like he'll even do anything fun. They'll buy like one 24 pack for the group of them to share, play video games and talk about algebra or whatever, and be asleep by midnight!!!" Cali texted.
Nat replied with a sad face.
"I could come over anyway?" she asked.
Cali thought about it and decided, fuck Dylan and her parents, she wasn't going to be alone on Halloween.
"Let's do it, bring the vodka ;)" Cali texted back.
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Nat snuck into Cali's window to avoid the Ring doorbell. She had a huge bottle of tequila in her bag and a wild smile on her face.
"What the hell is that?" Cali asked, pointing to the tequila.