The Sleepover

You make your way home and as you walk into the house you feel like you had achieved some great accomplishment. You actually whoop and jump for joy. You went out dressed as you like and the world didn't come to an end. In fact, things had never been better.

"Hee hee hee!" You snicker. The family is happy for you.

You rush upstairs and begin replacing much of your old wardrobe with your new one. You bag up the clothes you probably wouldn't use any longer and throw them in a corner. Elsie spends her afternoon in her room cleaning up for the upcoming sleepover. She raids the bathroom and her mother's room for some extra makeup, face creams, and other such things. Later in the evening you all meet in the dining room for supper.

Fiona was in the kitchen with your mom, they were jovial and chatting as they prepared the final touches of the meal. Something had changed. You weren't sure why, you weren't sure how, but something had changed. Where usually people were on their own computers or other devices and eating alone tonight you all sat together. You talked and gossiped and laughed. Mom even broke out a bottle of wine to share among you.

You raise your glass for a toast, they all follow. "To the best damn family in the world! And...to no more secrets!" They tink your glass and repeat "To no more secrets."

You notice an uncomfortable look from Fiona to Elsie, but the mood quickly lightens once more. The four of you watch a rom-com after dinner.

Before long you and El decide to turn in early. You were both excited for the sleepover. Your mother tells you to have fun while Fiona just gives you a dirty look. As you turn to leave your mom pinches your butt, you giggle and rush up to your room. You had a nightie all picked out. You freshen up and change. Bringing a pillow and a blanket with you you knock on Elsie's door.

As she opens you hear some J-Pop playing on low. Elsie was in a fuzzy red onesie. It was baggie and hid her body beneath its frumpled folds. Both of you start laughing. This was just too good.

"I can't believe we're doing this." You blurt out.

She waves you in. "I know, I know. This is so silly, at our age. I love it!"

As you enter you see she had created a big sheet tent and blanket between her bed and her dresser. She had found an old blue king sized sheet from somewhere and used it. She had also gathered every extra pillow and cushion in the house to pile around here and there. You crawl in and set up your pillow and blanket. As you are bent over setting it up Elsie says. "I see why Mom is so hot for your 'little tushy', as you call it. It's pretty nice."

You look over your shoulder and smile, you wiggle your ass for her. She laughs.

Just then there is a knock on the door.