Rebecca blinked.
"Yes? What do you mean 'yes'? I can't just walk around naked!"
"Why not?" her mother replied. She shrugged. "It's just you, me and your sister in the house. Your father left for work while you were in the shower."
"Mom, you can't seriously expect me to just parade around in front of you guys!"
"I'm not asking you to put on a catwalk for us, Becks. Just go down, sit at the table and eat your breakfast. You'll be dried and dressed with enough time to get to school."
Rebecca made her best disgusted look. "Mom, I am going to stay in here until I dry off. Since this is your fault, you will have to bring me my breakfast and when they're ready bring me my clothes."
Her mother sighed once more and rubbed at the bridge of her nose. "Fine. If you want to stay in there you can, and I'll bring your clothes up before I leave. But Rebecca, sweetie, I'm half asleep and I have a dozen things to do before I go to work. If you want breakfast, take responsibility for yourself and go and get it."
Before Rebecca could reply her mother moved away, leaving her staring at the empty hallway outside the bathroom.
"Mom! MOM!" she yelled. There was no response. Changing tact, she adopted a wheedling tone and said "But mooom! Please! I'm hungry!"
When there was no response, Rebecca swore under her breath and slammed the bathroom door shut. Folding her arms beneath her breasts, she sat on top of the laundry hamper and crossed her legs. She glared down angrily at her bare feet. How dare her mother do this to her? Of all the ridiculous, idiotic ideas... just to walk around naked like some sort of stripper? Well, she wouldn't give her the satisfaction of proving her right. She didn't need breakfast. She wasn't hungry in the least.
Her stomach growled a betrayal.
Now that the smell of soap and shampoo was beginning to dissipate, the tantalising aroma of pancakes began to invade the bathroom. Rebecca squeezed her eyes tightly. She would absolutely not think about the food! About the warm of the pancakes as her teeth sank into the soft, fluffy texture of them.... or about how that warmth felt contrasted against the sweet, cool strawberry jam that her mother had bought especially for her... or how, when her mouth felt dry after eating them, she'd sate her thirst with a nice, tall glass of ice cold milk...
Her stomach growled once more.
"Fine." she grumbled.
She stood upright and looked at herself in the mirror. Although her breasts were busty and her areolas a little larger than average, she found that she could cover them by cupping her nipple with her hand and pressing the arm against the other. She shifted her body experimentally and although her breasts jiggled they seemed in no danger of being exposed. Her other hand she clamped tightly over her neatly trimmed pussy so that the tips of her fingers were pressed between the bare skin of her thighs. Although it wasn't exactly decent, she felt satisfied that nothing was on display.
She approached the bathroom door and, after a moment of trying to work out how to open it without using her hands, decided to uncover her breasts to pull it open. She immediately clamped her arm back into place. Poking her head into the hallway, she strained her ears to hear if there was anybody upstairs. When she was satisfied that there wasn't she stepped out onto the landing and moved onto the stairs. Again she stopped her and tried to listen to the noises downstairs to make sure that nobody was down there. She could hear the clatter of a spoon against a bowl. The soft sound of her mother's voice; her sister's voice replying. No father. Her stomach growled again, and her arms were beginning to feel shaky. Whether it was hunger or nerves she didn't know. Slowly she made her way down the steps, worried that at any moment the front door would burst open and their father would return from work. Or that she'd hear somebody else's voice in the kitchen - a neighbour, a school friend. If she heard anything, anything, out of the ordinary then she'd be back upstairs in a flash.
She reached the bottom of the stairs without hearing anything unusual. She jumped in surprise, however, when her mother appeared in the hallway.
"Oh good, you decided to join us." she said.
"Y-yeah. Did you explain to Caitlin?"
"I did. Even though she's three years younger than you she was able to do her own laundry. Now if you'll excuse me your breakfast is on the table and I need to get something from the car."
The front door was right beside the bottom of the stairs. Rebecca squeezed past her mother and began to walk very carefully towards the kitchen - until she heard the front door open behind her! She half-turned and saw her mother walk out onto the street, leaving Rebecca's bare backside was completely on display to anyone who happened to be looking in! Panicking, Rebecca dashed into the kitchen, spun around and slammed the kitchen door shut.
"Eurgh!" Caitlin said. "I do not need to see your bare ass while I'm trying to eat Cheerios!"
Covering herself with her hands once more, Rebecca turned to face her younger sister. There were as alike as chalk and cheese. Rebecca was sixteen, brunette, busty and, though she would never admit it, a bit of a brat. Caitlin was only thirteen and hadn't begun to develop yet. Flat chested and with their father's fair hair she was the dependable, responsible sister despite being the younger. With an exaggerated grimace she threw her spoon into the cereal bowl in disgust.
"It's mom's fault, take it up with her." Rebecca replied as she slunk into her seat. With her lower half hidden beneath the table she was able to free up a hand to pick up the pancakes on offer.
"I heard that." her mother said as she entered the room. "And it's your fault, not mine."
"Found your pager?" Caitlin asked dutifully.
"Yeah, it was in the glove compartment. I don't understand why the company still makes us use these."
"It was not my fault." Rebecca fumed. "You shouldn't have done all my laundry in one go, you..."
The words died on her tongue at her mother's angry glare. Normally that would not have stopped her, but sitting naked in the kitchen made her feel too exposed, too vulnerable, to risk getting on her mother's bad side. She mumbled an apology and tried to focus instead on the pancakes. It was like a faint glimmer of normality in a world suddenly gone insane.
After a few minutes of silence Rebecca's mother made her way towards the basement door.
"Okay, your clothes should be dry now, and I take it that you are too...?"
"Yeah." Rebecca replied sullenly.
"Good. Now let's get you dressed and out of my hair for the day."
As soon as her mother stepped into the basement, however...
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