See If Sam Knows Anything

Charlie hovered over the phone, ideas flooding through her mind. This has to be a bad dream. Maybe she was dead or in a coma - this couldn't be real.

12:02 AM Charlie: Sam, are you... different?

There was a moment of waiting, where Charlie feared there wouldn't be an answer.

12:03 AM Sam: Yeah, I know what you mean.

12:03 AM Sam: You remember Cheryl, right?

12:04 AM Charlie: Yeah, your older sister?

12:04 AM Sam: I just saw her walk past my door. She looked... like I was before.

Charlie shook her head again. She'd had a crush on Cheryl back in Freshman year, and the mention of Cheryl sent a small tremor of interest, both of curiosity and arousal, through Charlie's body. She shook her head and put the phone back down, saying, "Pull it together... Maybe..."

Charlie reached over and grabbed the bra - maybe she could do some scouting herself. If Sam was right... maybe they weren't alone.

It took a minute as she fumbled with the bra, eventually getting a latch, but the position was all wrong, it was mashing her tits against her chest painfully. She undid it quickly with a pained grimace and moved to open her door.

Her brother and sister were across the hallway, and his parents farther down to the right.

There seemed to be no one else up as it creaked open. Charlie looked down at the bra in her hand. Maybe her sister could help. She must've done this all the time.