Debbie's room - let's see what she's doing today.

You climb the stairs quickly, glancing around. Looks like Debbie's still in her room this morning... probably sitting around and watching the Movie Channel again. Without a second thought, you pop into the open master bedroom -

And there in front of you is Debbie, still soaked from the shower. She's patting off her firm double-d's with a towel, but her fuzzy snatch is completely bare. You stare unabashedly, catching her gaze.

"Oh, hi, sweetie!" She grins, apparantly immune to the awkwardness of the situation. She doesn't even move to cover herself.

"Ah... hey."

"I'll be out in a sec, can you close the door for me?" You nod numbly. "Thanks, love." Your heart hammers in your chest as you shut the door behind you. Stumbling across the hallway to the bathroom, you see you're blushing horribly in the mirror. Worse, it's impossible to hide the tent in your pants... you swear quietly. Putting your hands in your pockets doesn't make it any better either. Shaking your head, you decide to just let it go... she didn't seem too worried about showing you her body, and she takes almost everything else in stride... she'll probably just laugh it off. As you ponder this, her door opens again, and Debbie walks out. A straight black skirt comes down just enough to avoid being called a microminiskirt, and a tight pink spaghetti strap top barely holds her assets in - her nipples strain against the thin fabric noticably. You swallow hard.

"Mornin', Debbie."

"Morning, Weed. Or morning wood, should I say..." she giggles, reaching over and tapping the tip of your tent. You blush... hard. "Aw, it's nothing to be embarrased about. You should see Brian after he wakes up." She shakes her head, and you scowl - that's one mental image you didn't need.

"Um.... I heard Brian went off to camp already..."

"Oh, yeah. I thought he told you the date!"

"Slipped my mind."

"Hm. Well, I can still use your help around the house, if you'll give it." She grins, turning around. "Come with me."