Family Ties/Jessica alone in her room

You silently slink away. You don't need anyone else! You can have plenty of fun all by yourself and everyone else will be jealous!

After making your way to your own bedroom you close the door and isolate yourself from the rest of your family. Who needs them anyway? You have books. You have your iPod. You have games. You'll be so busy that you won't even have time to remember that your family is ignoring you!

But your fortitude doesn't last. You play with your iPod but you've listened to every song a million times. You don't have any games you want to play. You don't feel like reading. You're boooored.

You fall onto your bed face first with your arms spread. Smacking the mattress with your face causes you to grown in discomfort. A roll to the side and you slide off onto the floor. You lie still, your clothing twisted and your spirit shattered. Your older siblings are right; if this is what the RV trip will be like then you don't really want to go either.

Laying there you notice how much the seams of your t-shirt sleeves are digging into your arms and back. You twist and struggle, lifting the offending garment over your head before throwing it across the room. You flop back onto the floor topless but somewhat more comfortable.

A whole minute passes. Your eyes wander around the room. You look down at your lithe upper body. Heather has such large (by your standards) boobies and beautiful curves. Meanwhile if you chopped off your hair you could almost pass for your twin brother Timmy. You can't wait to get breasts like hers.

Lifting yourself up off the floor you walk in front of your mirror. Seeing your reflection you brush off your arms and straighten your bangs. You're pretty, right? You tug at your slightly baggy hand-me-down jeans. Maybe, but no one would ever know it the way you dress.

Grabbing each pant leg you pull down your jeans, not even needing to unbutton them. Kicking them off your feet you stare at the copy of yourself on the wall wearing nothing but a green pair of panties and plain white socks. She seems pretty. Okay at least. The girl places her hands on her hips and sways about. She smacks her nipples. She sticks out her butt. She thumbs her panties. She twirls around. Well you think she's pretty, but what do you know about being pretty?

She's still wearing her panties. You wonder what this girl's crotch looks like. As if on queue she slips them off her waist and down her thighs to the floor. A small slit is now visible between the girl's legs highlighted by a faint V running upward on either side. It's nothing special. You think yours looks better. But it doesn't look anything like Heather's or mom's.

Staring at yourself in the mirror lost in thought you have a random flashback. You're standing in your parent's bedroom. The noises were what drew you in but when you got there you didn't really know what you were looking at. They were laying on top of each other naked. That was just a few weeks ago and you've thought about it a lot since then, and at the strangest times too. You swear daddy had seen you standing there but he didn't say anything. It wasn't until mom noticed you that they kicked you out before continuing with those noises.

Thinking of daddy has your crotch tingling again. You've touched yourself a lot since you saw them, also at the strangest of times. But so lost in thought it takes a moment to realize that you're doing it yet again.

Twirling away from the mirror you skip across your room nervously. Your head is filled with so many naughty thoughts that you're starting to feel hyper just from their presence. But you're all alone in your room with no one to act out on. What should you do about it?

• Get naked and streak through the house! If it doesn't draw someone's attention it will at least release some pent up energy!
• Get dressed and find daddy. You really want to be with him and maybe he'll answer some more questions about what you saw.
• That tingling isn't going to go away by itself and you're almost naked anyway; You might as well masturbate!
• Your thoughts are interrupted when someone knocks on the door.