Chapter 52

Before the first entrant had even flushed… there was another frustrated knock on the door. A muffled voice on the far side wheedled: "Moooom, let me in! I really need to go!"

You heard a heavy sigh closer by, and the resigned sound of a mother giving up on her only moment of peace. She got up and flicked the latch, but clearly made no move to exit the room.

"Alright, alright… but I need to get ready so we'll have to share."

The hurrying newcomer didn't seem too perturbed by this arrangement, so you guessed correctly that it was Terry’s older sister. A tall and ferocious girl who's bullish behaviour had been extensively recounted by your fellow sissy. You had only met her once, but had seen immediately the predatory way she looked at you… The same look some of your clients got if you were about to have a rough and sore evening. The dominant and sadistic, unable to help but recognise those they could bend to their desires and whims. Much like yourself… you felt a lot of who Terry was, possibly stemmed from this particular sibling.

"Did you hear your brother get in last night?" Asked the matriarch of the family, shuffling through some pots of creams and poultices near the sink.

"No… He must've been out pretty late with that skank again."

"Fiona! Don't call her that! She seems like a perfectly nice young-"

"Don't kid yourself Mom… You saw the way she dresses. I bet she's got five more like our spindly dweeb on the hook… Bleeding ‘em all dry."

The accusations hurt. Not least because Terry’s mother didn't exactly turn around and disagree… nor because the truth was possibly worse. You felt so guilty, listening in to these private judgements of your perceived sins.

“Well… At least he’s met someone… I was starting to worry he was-”

“A little cocksucker? He totally still is Mom… I wonder if she has a brother he’s after, or something…?”

The older woman sighed again, clearly despairing a little at her foul-mouthed daughter. Yet still did not go out of her way to defend Terry himself.

“Well either way… All these late nights can’t be good for his schoolwork. I’ll have to wake him up now. Don’t take too long in the shower okay?”

The sound of one player leaving left you with very little time for relief… before pure terror set in. ‘Fiona’ took very little time at all to finish up on the toilet and reach for the shower curtain. She pulled it aside in one quick flourish and, in a flash; you were face to face with the equally shocked and surprised features of Terry’s sister. She took several age-long seconds to look you up and down: Taking in who you were. How exposed you were… and what additional features that exposure was revealing. All you could do was cower meekly in the corner of the bathtub, as she slowly made judgement over your fate. A sly smile crept across her lips, a wicked glint within her eyes. You knew then that screaming for her parents to call the police was not on the cards… but that other plans might be afoot.

The awkward silence dragged on. Almost to the point where you were freed from your paralysis enough to try and speak a word in your own defence. Except… she immediately placed a finger across your lips. The much-taller girl discarded her night clothes and stepped into the bathtub with you. She set the shower running and proceeded to begin washing herself, just as if you weren’t there. You were **** to simply remained huddled beside her knees, blinking away the constant splashes of soapy water that ricocheted toward your eyes. You barely dared look up, at the unveiled form of a twenty year old woman in all her glory. Terry had revealed she did gymnastics at some semi-professional level… and the muscular curves of her frame made it all too apparent.

Halfway through, she handed you the washcloth. Watching from above as you begrudgingly gave yourself a half-hearted scrubbing as well. Normally, considering the… grimier aspects of your lifestyle… You took personal hygiene very seriously, and enjoyed your long, cleansing moments as a chance to be rid of yesterday’s soreness and stains. This, however, was possibly the most unbalanced you’d ever felt… Scrubbing your slender limbs in front of a silent, threatening witness.

Once you were done, she simply turned the water off. Pulling you to your feet and offering a large, fluffy towel. It was wrapped in one of these each… that she stuck her head into the corridor, checking the coast was clear before dragging you along by the hand. You scurried after her as quickly as you could, still with no idea quite what was happening. Yet, over your shoulder… you could see the door to Terry’s room. That was apparently not where you were headed.