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Chapter 4 by Sariana Sariana

You realize you can either see who these strangers in your parents' bedroom are, or find out who is in the bathroom. 

Hide and see who is in the bathroom

Suddenly scared by the noise coming from the bathroom, you dart towards the living room, careful not to make a sound. On your way, part of you chides you for crawling around the house like some common thief, trying not to get caught. This is your house, you live here, there should be no need for you to hide inside it from anyone. But as much as you tell this to yourself, all the weird things going on, the strange car in the driveway, the loud hip-hop music and the odd smell of weed, have set off all alarm bells in your head, warning you to approach whatever is going on with caution.

Having reached the living room without incidents, you immediately dive behind the couch to be out of sight from anybody coming through the hallway. You take a deep breath, looking around to see if there is anything out of the ordinary going on in here as well. A sigh of relief escapes your mouth after a moment, everything appears to be normal in here. The big flat-screen TV is still standing on the big board on the other side of the room, your mom's small collection of rare antiquities that she inherited from your grandmother is still in its various places strewn arcoss just about every surface of the room, as are all other belongings of your family. Nothing was stolen or smashed.

You are quickly ripped out of your thoughts when you hear the bathroom door open. The hinges always squeak annoyingly loud when someone opens or closes the door, but for once you are not mad that your dad still hasn't come around to fix it since this way you could have missed noticing that whoever was in the bathroom is done now.

Gathering your courage, you rise from behind the couch and silently make your way towards the door to spy into the hallway. You arrive just in time to see your mom closing the door behind her. She is dressed in a way you've rarely ever seen her in before. Her long, light blonde hair that she usually wears in a messy bun or a long ponytail just like yours, now openly flows down her shoulders all the way to the small of her back. She wears a tight-fitting blue-green dress, which even though you can't see them right now you know perfectly matches her eyes.

It makes you somewhat uncomfortable however to notice how tight the dress strains around her large DD-cup breasts, ample bottom and wide, child-bearing hips, leaving little of her sexy curves to the imagination. The hem barely reaches three-quarters of the way down her thighs and on the side a wide slit runs almost up to her hip. She has no stockings on and you wonder if she doesn't wear any underwear either. On her feet are a pair of rather expensive ankle-strap stilettos in matching colour to her dress and with high 6 inch heels that make her legs appear to go on for days. Bathed in the light coming from the bathroom she looks like a pagan fertility goddess.

You've always admired your mom, not only because she is one of the most beautiful women you know, but also because of her amazing determination and strong will. She completed an education degree by taking night classes despite getting knocked up not long after turning 18 in her Senior year of high school by her boyfriend; aparently some muscular ginger sailor from Holland from what your mom says. Within a little over a year he was gone and mom was pregnant again. You like to think it was the same headstrong and handsome man who fathered you, but you know how 'friendly' your mom is to strangers and doubt this. Given your stunning looks that match your beautiful mother's in so many aspects it doesn't matter since there seems to not be much you have inherited from your father either way. You are pretty certain however your dad isn't the same rich business lawyer you all live with now, since you can remember playing with some dolls in a restaurant while she had her first date with him. At that point your two-year-old sister Adriana was already going on trips with her friends.

You're not sure how long you have stared at your mom, but it must've been a while. She has not moved yet though and as your gaze follows in the direction she is looking, you finally see why. A huge, muscular black man is coming from the direction of the dining room and heads straight down the hallway towards your mom. You figure she must be frozen in shock from seeing a stranger inside her house, and such a strong, intimidating giant on top.

As he comes closer, you see that he wears baggy sweat pants, a skater hat that he wears on backwards and a loosely-fitting sports Jersey, making him look like one of the guys from one of those gangster rap videos.

You have no idea what you should do, your heart anxiously pumping in your chest as you observe the scene.

What's next?

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