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Chapter 5 by busmoh busmoh

What's next?

Actually Rose...

Rose took a step towards the stairs and heard a smashing and scream from her mom. She turned back to the kitchen once more, gripping the towel carefully and sorry her mom balancing a bag on her knee with the fridge open and broken eggs on the floor.

"Actually Rose, can I have a quick hand now? I'm...agh...", her mom exclaimed as she was quickly loosing grip of the bag further.

Rose automatically ran forward to help and try to catch the bag. There was another carton of eggs on top, half a dozen broken on the floor and a glass milk bottle threading to fall right out of the bag.

Rose swooped in under the bag, plucked the milk bottle and the second egg carton off the top, one in each hand and raised her arms up just like she'd done last week when she completed a double vault off the pommel horse in the regional gymnastics competition, and as proudly smiling.

"Thanks!", her mom beamed, as she lifted the rest of the bag to the counter and kneed the fridge door shut, "We almost lost tomorrow's breakfast too! And you didn't even lose your tow-oh..."

"What's all the racket?", her dad called from the living room behind her, as she heard the couch springs creak.

With that Rose remembered her situation and looked down. From her point of view she could see right between her breasts to her belly button because, she gasped, the towel was slowly unravelling from the movement.

"Oh no...", Rose moaned as her face blushed completely red.

As her dad turned the corner her towel was accelerating down her body, opening out in the front and fanning out like a graceful bird.

"Did you empty the whole fridge out or what, we're not going to have to ...ugh...oh...", he initially saw his gold medal winning daughter from behind with a towel exploding backwards as she stood bolt upright and held eggs, and a bottle of milk out in each arm. As his brain was absorbing the towel kept falling, revealing her ass and landing around her feet. Her glistening skin still damp from the shower and turning redder by the minute from her embarrassment.

What happens next?

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