Normal Day

You slowly woke up in your bed and rubbed your tired eyes as you realized what day it was, it was the first day of your senior year of high school! Which, normally wouldn't mean much to you, considering that you've never had that much of a social presence nor have you ever gotten very exceptional grades. However, you're exceptionally worried for today because of the events that transpired not too long ago. A specific, humiliating series of events that you would much rather recap in another branch of this story. All you need to know is that it was on your birthday, involved all of your classmates, and was basically all the fault of your older sister. Which comes as no surprise to you, considering that your sister has always enjoyed humiliating you as a pastime. However, your 18th birthday was a much different story than those previous times. It wasn't just a simple pantsing in front of your crush, nor a wedgie or any other type of humiliation that you would be used to your sister doing. No, what happened on your birthday was something much worse. But you digress, that is a story for another day, and it's simply the reason as to why you're so nervous about returning to school.

Hopping out of bed, you groggily made your way to the bathroom, stripping off your pjs and running the shower. Feeling the warm water hit your face, you started to relax a little. Maybe they'd all forgotten by now? After all, it's not like many of them paid much attention to you before that happened. Yeah, that's it. They've all definitely forgotten what happened by now. Yep.

Losing yourself in the warm glaze of the shower, you hardly notice when you hear the faint sound of the bathroom door opening and someone walking inside. However, you do jump a bit at the sound of the door closing.

"Eep!"

You instinctively covered your crotch and chest as you heard the door click, but decided to wait a few seconds before doing anything else. Slowly peeking your head out of the curtains, you looked around the small bathroom and saw no one inside. Huh, must've just been the house settling. Finishing up your shower, you step out from behind the curtain and reach for the bathroom's towel... and reach for the bathroom's towel... and reached– where's the towel? Looking around the bathroom again, your heart sinks at the now apparent absence of not only the towel, but your clothes as well.

Okay, calm down, you still have clothes in your drawers and the bathroom's not that far from your room. So, sneaking out of the bathroom and rushing to your room as quietly as you could, you close the door behind you and immediately start opening all your drawers. Each. One. Is. Empty... Shit.

You just know, you just know your sister had something to do with this. God, what did she do this time? Looking around, you noticed that your hamper was also missing... mom. Your older sister must have taken all your clothes and towels and dumped them in your hamper, probably knowing that your mom was going to start the laundry soon. God dammit.

Peeking out your bedroom door, you silently scurry over to the edge of the stairs, peering down the stairs from the safety of a corner. You see your mom, working hard to make breakfast for you and your sister. She looks up at you and gives you a little smile, before calling after you.

"Breakfast is almost done, dear! Why don't you come down and finish getting ready?!"

"Uh... Mom? You wouldn't have happened to start the laundry just now, would you?" You yelled from the stairs.

"Of course I did, honey! Now finish whatever you're doing up there and come downstairs already!"

"B-but Mom, I–"

"Hey, lil' sis."

You jumped back and in front of the stairs as you heard the sadistic voice of your older sister, looking you up and down, no doubt happy that she just got an unobstructed view of your attempt at hiding your nudeness.

"Samantha! I-i didn't see you there..." You said.

Suddenly, though, your mother interjects. "Katherine! Why are you naked!?"

"M-mom, I can explain. I–"

"You know what? I don't even want to know. Just get down here, already." Your mom looked over at Samantha. "Both of you."

Your sister shrugged and casually made her way down the stairs. You, however, shakily made your way down the stairs. About a million and one possibilities going through your head, and none of them ending well.

"Could I have some of my clothes, Mommy?" You said in the most pitiful voice you could muster. "I don't care if they're wet..."

Your mom looked you up and down, sighing. "We'll talk about it. But for now, could you please cover up? Trust me honey, no one wants to see that hairy thing."

As your mom made a motion towards your crotch, you looked down and realized... You forgot to cover yourself. Slapping your hands to your body, you gave out a bit of a yelp and looked away from your sister and mom. Shit, you just had that whole conversation and walked down the stairs completely nude. Not only that, but your own mother commented on how under groomed your body is!

Snapping out of your embarrassment for a moment, you notice your mother putting your breakfast on the table and then sitting across form your older sister, who was still leering at your body. God she's a creep. How she's so popular, you'll never understand. Though, standing like this, you can't help but notice how different you are from your mom and sister. Both of them have good proportions. Great, even. Both your mother and your sister have huge boobs, as well as huge asses to boot. Not to mention that they're both knockout gorgeous and way taller that you are. Yet, here you are, the black sheep of the family and standing completely nude.

Your mom looks up at you with a mean look in her eye. "Sit."

Not being one to cause trouble, especially in the situation you're in, you quickly do so.

"Eat."

Looking over at your mom, then your sister, then your plate. You slowly take your arm off of your pathetic chest and slowly eat your breakfast.

"So," Your mother started. "You're naked, again."

You gulped and sweated under the pressure of your mother's disappointment, but you still can't help but defend yourself.

"I-it was Saman–"

"It was Samantha. Yes honey, you said that the last time." Your mother said.

"But it's true!"

"Oh, you're such a liar, Kathy! Why would I do something like that?" Your older sister interjected.

"Erm, because you're a fucking psychopath?"

"Says the girl who watches nothing but hentai all day." Your sister retorted. "And besides, you clearly enjoy this. I mean, you didn't even bother covering yourself just a second ago."

"That's enough!" Your mother interrupted, instantly shutting the both of you up. "Get your sister some clothes, Samantha."

"But, Mom!"

"No, buts missy! I can't have your perv of a sister walking around school in the buff."

Your heart sank as you heard your mother say that. She considers you a perv? Did she really think you enjoyed this? You looked over at your sister and noticed that she was trying, and failing, to contain her laughter at that.

"Sure, Mom." Samantha snickered. "I'll lend her some clothes."

Samantha stood up and grabbed the arm that you were covering your crotch with, making you cover your crotch with the other arm.

"H-hey!"

"Now, now, sister dearest. I get to decide what you wear for the day." Your sister stated with a noticeably sadistic tone. "So you better be nice to me."

You gulped as you suddenly realized what situation you're in. Your sister, the same sister who humiliated you on your own birthday, was going to choose what you wore for your first day of senior year.

You hope that she at least picks something that covers all of your privates...