Stairs creaked. Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. Hindi sex “Anna, honey,” Dad said, his voice lowering, “go upstairs and get change.”
“But…” I stammered. I bent over, wiggling my rump, imagining Dad or Rick or John watching my ass shake as I dug around in my bottom-most drawer. I squirmed in delight when he resumed, thinking he was safe. “I bet I have a pair of shorts that I haven’t worn in a few years,” I muttered, hearing the bed springs from my brother’s bedroom groaning louder. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The figure smirked. There to await a certain someone. He snarled. Bratty. I turned to face it and said in a cheerful voice, “Hi, Daddy!”
He was just passing my door.
