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My eyes cracked open at the intrusion prattling away on my nightstand, immediately blinking defensively against the bright sun coursing through the window treatments. My cunt of a stepmother had redecorated 38 seconds after I left for school and the flowy pink sheers did little to block out the burning fireball forcing its way into my childhood bedroom.
Fuck
my brain mumbled, giving in to the inevitable as I pawed at my phone, killing the alarm.
Why the hell did I go out last night...
"Katie! Are you awake?" said cunt of stepmother called from the kitchen.
Better question...why the hell did I come home for thanksgiving again?
I performed a quick damage assessment as I struggled to get up. No broken bones, phone and bag on the nightstand, glasses intact but on the floor, so far so good. I'd even managed to not sleep in my clothes, though my jeans were nowhere to be found and the low cut top I'd worn to the bar had long since set both girls free.
I took a moment to adjust and cover up before rising and heading to the toilet, peeling off the uncomfortable-ass thong I'd worn the night before. I personally loathed thongs but my friend Kayla had a history of brutally mocking me every time I showed up anywhere looking less than put-together, VPL included. My mental assessments finished up as the urine starting flowing...aside from reeking of booze, I seemed fine. Thank god for being 20...
I wiped and flushed, kicking off the uncomfortable undies and peeling off the top, taking a moment to breathe and center myself.
"Katie! I need you!"
"Just a sec Jill" I managed a trace of civility despite the muddiness in my head. I walked back into my bedroom, idly scratching the red marks on my chest left behind by the tight top and walked right into Liam.
"LIAM!!" I screeched "GETTHEFUCKOUTNAKEDFUCKYOU!" a string of swears and screams left my mouth as I tried to cover myself with my hands.
Liam stumbled backwards, his hands up defensively. "Mom told me to come get you!"
He was a well meaning doofus, a multi-sport letterman with a full ride to USC already booked for next year. Well over 6 feet and thickly muscled, he was the opposite of everything I looked for in a guy and exactly the son my father had always wanted. I'd been less than thrilled when Dad and Jill had introduced him to me and the small amount of time we shared a home during my school breaks had done little to endear him to me. And he still hadn't left the room...
"GET THE FUCK OUT AND STOP LOOKING AT ME YOU FUCKING PERV!" I bellowed, kicking at him while trying keep my crotch covered.
"Sorry, sorry, Mom was looking for you and she said you were dressed!" He backed away with his hands up and I couldn't help but notice a smile. I kicked the door shut and quickly threw on clean undies and a short-set from the hamper while pulling my dark hair into the lowest-effort bun in the history of women-kind.
I padded barefoot into the living room, greeting everyone. Jill was (of course) already dressed with a full face of makeup despite the fact that the first guests weren't arriving for 2 hours. I could see what Dad saw in her, she was a beautiful athletic blonde with a ready smile and knockout figure that she maintained religiously. Dad and Liam were still in comfies, watching the early football game while Jill supervised the caterers.
"Dad...Jill, Pervert...Happy Thanksgiving everyone" I cracked as I drifted towards the coffee machine and filled my usual tumbler with ice and soy milk.
"Who's a pervert?" my Dad said, his eyes not straying from the action. Dad meant well but he worked long hours and cared about little other than sports and sleeping during his offtime.
I laughed as I screwed the lid on my coffee "Oh nothing, just little Liam decided he wanted to check out my tits this morning as a Thanksgiving treat"
"Like anyone wants to look at your tits you fucking Sanderson sister"
Liam has assumed I was a witch since we first met, I assume because of my dark hair and glasses and the fact that I didn't dress like one of his high school sluts. I grabbed one of the rolls from the fancy caterers tray and sidearmed it the back of his head in response. "Then stay out of my room while I'm changing ya predator"
"Kids, kids!" Jill came out from the kitchen, thoroughly enjoying her effort at playing housewife. "There's no fighting on the holidays! Katie honey, when are -- "
"Katherine" I mumbled under my breath as I picked at a muffin.
"Katherine -- " Jill grimaced "I need you to get showered and dressed honey, Aunt Chris and Uncle Slater will be here soon"
"Like I care" I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I normally wasn't this immature but the act of being around parents and my "baby" brother for a few days was pushing my limits.
"Thank you dear" Jill leaned over and kissed my cheek. Her perfume was amazing and expensive, as was the glorious boob job that she inadvertently pressed into my bare shoulder. "And please wear the outfit I hung in your closet, we want to take photos later and everyone needs to look good."
"Bye Katie" Liam laughed as I got up and walked off. As I left the room, I heard Jill yell "And you boys too!!"
I wandered into my room, in no great hurry whatsoever, flopping on my bed for some screen time. Flicking through last nights picture leftovers revealed that Kayla, Grace, and I had had a great time, posed for a lot of pictures, and taken A LOT of shots. Thankfully Drunk-Katherine had decided not to put any on Insta, including the salacious kiss shot midway through my reel. Kayla was a classic drunk-flirt and Grace had caught us mid-makeout at one point, Kayla's tongue in my mouth and her hand grabbing my butt. I stared at the picture for a second, feeling a little bit of a tingle and smiling softly.
My friends are so hot
I smiled and snapped the shot to Kayla and Grace along with a tongue emoji before tossing my phone on the charger and heading towards the bathroom. I turned the shower on to warm up, stripping quickly and tossing my clothes into the hamper.
Stepping into the hot spray, I winced a little before settling into the warmth. I had hated most of the remodel's Jill did after she moved in but the woman could pick bathroom fittings with the best of them. I lingered for a good while, enjoying the detox and finally getting a chance for a leisurely shave and rinse.
My self-care regrettably had to end after a long 30 minutes and I killed the flow, squeezing some water from my hair and grabbing a couple of Jill's enormously expensive bath towels for my hair and body. It was stifling and steamy, forcing me to pull open the door slightly before I could start drying my hair and getting ready.
Post-shower is a zen experience for me, a time to focus entirely on drying and styling my hair with no other conscious thoughts polluting my usually busy head. Calling out to alexa for some music, I settled into my routine and relaxed, tossing my towel onto the counter and enjoying the steam on my bare skin.
Vibing hard and dancing cluelessly to Dua Lipa did have a negative effect though -- namely I missed the motion in the cracked doorway. A sound caught my attention and I glanced over briefly to see a shirtless Liam, his eyes closed and his hand stroking away at -- honestly -- the biggest penis I'd ever seen. It was thick and veiny with a shiny-pink circumcised head and would have easily accommodated both of his hands with no trouble. It was so entrancing that I caught myself staring for long moment, enjoying that that beast was hard for me. My brain engaged shortly after and I screamed at him, throwing a towel and kicking the door shut as I grabbed at a towel to cover-up.
It wasn't until he'd left that I started calm down...what did any of this mean? He'd never acted sexually towards me before, nor had I towards him, but he was, without a doubt, jerking off to my naked body. It was a huge violation, the second time today, and Dad and Jill should be aware of it...so why wasn't I hurrying to do so?
I hopped up on the counter to center my thoughts, kicking my legs and trying to center my breath while I let the feelings in my body settle out. I couldn't deny the feeling of violation but I also couldn't deny the wave of endorphins and tingles over my whole body, the flush of my cheeks, the heat in my pussy.
