Home to an empty house

You're still letting your mind drift to old memories of getting fucked and used and anticipating the feel of being filled by your vibe when the cab pulls up at your house. You're a little surprised to see all the lights off, expecting that at least one of the kids would be home. It's not midnight, so it's unlikely that they've both gone to bed. You shrug and pay the cabbie before wheeling your case to the front door and unlocking it.

You flick on the hallway light and shut the door behind you before calling out that you're home. There's no answer, and you shrug again, a little sad that there's no one here to greet you, but also happy that you can get to work on yourself with your vibe without delay.

Kicking your shoes off, you go into the kitchen to get a glass of wine, the perfect thing to relax you for the session of masturbation you have planned. You're pouring a large glass full when you hear a muffled noise. It seems to come from the partly open door to the basement, and you frown in curiosity as you go to investigate.

Standing at the top of the stairs you can see a dim light coming from the door of the family room. From the flickering of it you can tell its from a television, and you assume one of the kids is down there watching something on the large screen TV. You open your mouth to shout another hello, then close it with a smile, deciding to surprise them.

With wine glass in hand you tiptoe down the stairs.