Change clothes and try to fit in

Since you're practically naked with just your panties -- and a little cameltoe on full display -- you walk back upstairs and slip into something more comfy. Gwen fortunately joins you and gives you a bit of fashion advice regarding what a teenage girl should wear. You end up with a modest knee-length skirt, a pair of stockings and a tank top. A vast improvement over what you wore before. You're just about to go for the living room when Gwen grabs your wrist and pulls you back in. "Not yet!"

She sits you back down and begins applying a bit of make-up. Smokey eyes style, with plenty of mascara and eye-shadow! It's what most girls think is hot, even if it's often way, way too much for the occasion. To finish it off, she also gives you some rings, a necklace and a bracelet. Hard to argue against it. "Are we done yet?" It was a simple process so far, but you're pretty sure nearly half an hour passed already. With every breath you had to inhale the thick smell of perfume and powders.

"Yup!" Finally! You briefly admire yourself in the mirror before returning downstairs. Gwen split and returned to your mother who by now was rather upset at having to take care of the kitchen by herself for so long. But, that's stuff for women, anyway.

With a slightly better overview of the situation, you did a quick check of how many people were present.
... maybe a dozen outside in the garden by the grill, and another half of that were inside and occupying the living room. Seems like a few more had arrived while you were busy in your sibling's room.

The large TV speaker system was playing loud rock music, and small clouds of cigarette smoke were eerily hovering through the air while you approached. The groups were of varying ages too, you recognize some uncles that were older than your parents, but also a few cousins that were the same age as you or younger. Thanks to Gwen's help, you pretty much fit right in, just another girl among many. The only thing that made you stand out a little was your brunette hair -- your father's side of the family mostly had darker shades or even pitch black hair, while your mother's side consisted mostly of blondes. It was apparently also a trend to wear platinum highlights for the women in that category...

Anyway. you push your way past a few dudes and couples and get some fresh air outside. A large camping table had a decent sized bowl with fruit punch, and you quickly grab a plastic cup and pour yourself a serving before anyone questions your age. As you take a sip, you can't help but moan out in glee! It was sugary perfection! Probably the female side of your brain that enjoyed the extremely sweet but oh-so-amazing flavor! Most of the adults were busy with each other, probably catching up on family stories and bragging about who leads a better life.

With the music still very audible in the background, you walk over to your father by the grill. He doesn't notice you until you poke his side.

"Hey! Sorry about the music. We didn't disturb your studies or anything, did we?" You shake your head.

In front of him was a huge selection of sausages, steaks and shrimps, seared to perfection! The mouthwatering scent of BBQ enters your nostrils... "It's all good!" you reply cheerfully. "Could I have some of the shrimps?" A daring grin crosses your lips. Shrimps are your favorite treat! This wasn't all bad after all!

He reaches for a paper plate and places a few extra meaty ones on it, along with some corn and grilled paprika. Delish! The small benefits of having fucked the chef, you suppose!

Now it's just a matter of finding a nice place to sit and eat.