The basement

You whirl around and look behind you. The door to the basement! No one ever left it closed all the way!

You tiptoe across the kitchen floor faster than you've ever tiptoed in your life. Grabbing the basement door, you throw it open, rush down onto the top step, and close the door as much as you can without shutting it.

Oh god, please say you made it in time! You were in such a hurry you didn't even notice if you made it inside without being seen.

The lights in the kitchen turn on. Your heart racing, you back down the wooden steps in a crawl, praying to all that is holy that the door doesn't open. You reach the bottom of the pitch-black basement and back away from the staircase, the hard floor cold on your feet.

Who is that up there? Your mother? Your father? Your brother?

You hear the refrigerator open. Several seconds later, it slams shut. The kitchen lights go out again.

You stand still for a minute, then another. You don't hear anything up there. Someone must have gotten a drink and gone right back to bed.

Without the light from the kitchen, you really can't see a thing now. You remember your position in the basement well enough, though. You hold your hands out in front of you as you take small steps forward, feeling around for the stairs. Finally, you reach them. You crawl back up to the door and listen for any activity. Nothing.

Pushing the door open, you stick your head out into the kitchen. It looks clear. You don't see any light coming from the upper floor, either.

You step out into the kitchen, putting the basement door back in its place behind you. Coming to the edge of the living room, you peek up the stairs. There's no light up there. Everyone's doors seem to be closed.

You might be safe again, but that scare put such a jump into you that all you want to do now is get back to your room. It won't take more than ten seconds. You can make it.

Pushing yourself onward, you zoom up the stairs as quietly as possible, advance through the hallway, and arrive at your door. You turn the knob, whip the door open, and close it behind you.

For a moment, you just stand there, frozen. Once your brain snaps back to reality, you dive into your bed and throw the blankets over yourself.

Holy shit. Did...did that really just happen? You...totally exposed yourself out the front window of your family's home. AND the back. And you almost got caught down there!

Even now that you're safe, you can't calm down at all. You really got caught up in the moment out there. You hadn't planned to give the world such a clear view of yourself.

But, it was pretty interesting. Strutting your stuff through the hallway, in the living room, the dining room, the kitchen, even the basement, although you didn't intend to go down there...you conquered the entire house. You never would have dreamed of doing such a thing just a few days ago.

The thought of bending over in the middle of the living room comes back to your mind, and you slide your fingers over your soaked cunt. You wonder if anyone was watching when you did that. It's not a feeling of dread like it was a couple of nights ago, though. This feeling...what is it?