Home Sweet Home

I can't believe I'm sneaking into my family's house like some delinquent teen. Kacie looks up and down the alleyway behind her parents' home and then hoists herself up on top of a dumpster. The plastic lid bows a little, but it holds her long enough that she can peer over the tall, wooden privacy fence between the alley and the backyard. With a small kick off the wooden fencing, she's able to get her foot up on top and then launch herself over. It's only about an eight-foot drop, but her easy landing makes her grin. Okay, girl body, you get a few points for that. I was never this agile before.

She dusts off her jeans and then runs up the deck stairs to the backdoor and lets herself in. "Hello? Anyone home? Mom? Dad? Jessie?" She calls out.

You hear the sound of claws scrambling against hardwood and a large black dog barrels into the kitchen, runs up to Kacie, and puts its paws on her shoulders. It licks her face relentlessly and she squeals and bursts into a fit of giggles as she scratches behind the dog's ears and underneath its chin.

"I missed you too, Binnie! Who's a good boy?" She nuzzles her face against the dog's fur, hugs him, and then pats him on the side. Binnie follows by her side as she looks around the small kitchen. Well, if anybody was home, they would have heard that. Guess the coast is clear. She takes a doggie treat from a cookie jar and hands it to the dog. "Don't tell anyone I was here, okay, Binnie?"

She strolls down the hallway with the confidence of being in her own home, steps into the bathroom, and disrobes. The reflection of her naked form in the mirror draws her eyes. Kacie cups her breasts, lets them drop, and then sticks out her tongue and laughs. This really isn't so bad. She combs her fingers through her short hair. If I end up stuck like this I think I'll get rid of the dye job and the nipple piercings, but things could be a lot worse. The thought makes her shudder. Not that I'm supposed to think about that. Don't wanna give that jackass any ideas.

Kacie hops into the shower. The handle creaks as she turns it, and then water pours out, splashing against her ivory skin. "Cold!" She squeals, jumping away from the spray.

Watching her shower is less thrilling than you imagined it would be. Sure, she's naked, soaking wet, and lathering herself up, but she doesn't even bother to luxuriate in it the way women are supposed to. It's like her only interest is getting clean, and then it's over before you've even been properly titillated. You're pretty sure that Anne would have at least played with her breasts to give you a show. Kacie steps out, hastily dries off, and wraps her towel around her breasts. You follow her across the hall to her sister's room.

Kacie flips on the light and stops in her tracks. "Fuuuuuuuck!" Jessie's room, like most teenage bedrooms, is an absolute disaster area. Laundry is carelessly thrown in piles on the floor despite the presence of an empty hamper. Drawers are left open with unfolded clothing strewn across them. Shopping bags are piled up in the corner, presumably with even more clothing inside.

How does she live like this? Kacie thinks as she crouches down and starts to pick up after her sister. She picks up a shirt from her sister's bed, sniffs it, and throws it in the hamper. How am I supposed to tell what's clean and what's dirty? She spends quite a bit of time picking up clothing and putting it where it belongs, but for some reason isn't satisfied with just a clean floor. She continues straightening up, folding and putting things back in drawers, organizing her sister's college prep books, and making the bed.

She pauses to appreciate a job well done when a thought comes to her. Um, why do I care about Jessie's room so much? Oh shit! Did I just get ended? She runs to her sister's vanity and looks in the mirror. The same Kacie that she saw in the bathroom looks back at her. Don't overthink it! You're just being a good big sister...er, no, I don't think I want it to be that either. You just want to make sure you're putting on clean clothing! That's it! Come to think of it, maybe I should do that.

Kacie tosses her towel in with her sister's dirty clothing, slides open the top drawer of Jessie's dresser, takes out a pair of pink panties patterned with tiny white stars and hearts, and slides them over her hips. They fit snugly in a way her own didn't and make her butt look shapelier, but just as she starts to get comfortable wearing them, she freezes. Her eyes widen as she stares into the vanity mirror. Behind her, the bedroom door is creeping open...