Heather comes home

Heather came home from her friend Jodi's house Saturday morning to find a complete and utter mess in the dinning room. Not only that, there was a broken bottle of whisky on the floor. What could possibly have happened? Had that little creep Billy done it? It seemed the only explaination, but why had their mom let him? The little punk would only have the balls to do it if Mom hadn't been there. So where was she?

She crept quietly upstairs. As she suspected, her mother's bed looked unslept in. She must have left Billy alone and the little turd had gone crazy. He was in such deep shit! But Heather resisted to go down to Billy's basement room and cuss him out. He was probably hung over, and yelling at him would be fun, but he might be naked as well and that she did NOT want to see! She shuddered at the thought, then opened her bedroom door.

Her world shattered. There in her bed was her creepy brother, as naked as she had feared, and her mother, one leg drapped over Billy's, Heather's cheerleading skirt flipped up onto her belly, jism dried in a number of spots, red makeup smeared everywhere, including on her brother's dick!

"AAAAAAHHH!" Heather screamed, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

"Oooooh!" moaned Zoe, a hangover throbbing in her abused head.

"Huh?" Billy exclaimed, waking up to the exclamaition of the unrelated females of his family.

"Wha...What did you..." Heather stammered.

Billy blinked the sleep out of his eyes.

"Heather?" he said. "Damn, I was gonna wake up before you got home."

"Ow my head, ow my head, ow my head..." mumbled Zoe.

"Your head is great, Zoe," Billy smirked. "Best I ever had."

"Ew! Ew! Ew!" Heather exclaimed, closing her eyes and plugging her ears.

As Billy came fully awake, he realized he had probably wanted her to find them like this. He chuckled. Then he focused on Heather, bringing his power to bear. The brown-haired girl balled up her fists down at her sides and stared at him with righteous indignation.

"You little bastard!" she exclaimed. "I'll show you!"

And so saying, she hooked her thumbs in her pants and panties and pulled them down around her knees.

"Look at that, you little pervert!" she insisted, directing him to her little brown-haired beaver. "Look at that!"

"Gosh, you really showed me!" Billy conceded.

"Quieter!" Zoe begged, holding her head. "Please!"

"Oh, I'm just getting started showing you!" Heather informed him with self-righteous fervor. "When I'm done with you, you'll know you've been shown!"