“Sorry about that, he’s excitable!” Her mom continued to hold him by the collar.
“No problem, I’m gonna rinse my face, though,” laughed Sara. She want to the sink and splashed cold water on her face, wiping away the dog saliva. She felt her nipples harden from the cold shock. They made little points under her shirt, tightening the fabric a bit. Bras weren’t a mandatory accessory these days and her perky b-cups didn’t need much support. Sara walked over to her mom and pet Neptune’s soft fur, she had to admit he was a cutie pie. He licked her face again.
Her brother and father came back down the stairs. “Everything’s in there, honey. By the way, you don’t have a desk because Joey’s broke and we moved yours into his room.” Joey shrugged at her incredulous face.
“Wow, that’s so not cool! I’ll live though,” said Sara.
“Wanna eat?” asked her dad.
And with that he began cooking. She loved to watch him cook, it was like magic to her. Taking a disparate pile of food and making one of harmonious taste was a skill her father had developed over the years of random leftovers. He had taught her, too, but it wasn’t a skill she felt particularly adept with. Math and science were her game and her father never neglected to tell her how proud he was. After an hour and a half of banging around and catching up with her brother and mom, dinner was ready.
“Come and get it!” said her dad.
They grabbed the bowls and set the table, a big pot of beef stew sat center stage on a pineapple trivet. As usual dinner was perfect. A warm boon on a cold winter evening. Neptune lay obediently with his nose in the dining room, the only part allowed in. After things settled, Sara got up to help with the dishes, carrying bowls and cups to the farm style kitchen sink. Neptune followed closely behind, eager for any fallen scraps that might find their way into his mouth. In traditional fashion her brother dried while she scrubbed. From the corner the black dog watched them work. They made a good team.
Dessert was a casual affair of homemade chocolate chip cookies. Sara was tired from a long day of packing and decided it was time for bed.
“Goodnight,” she said, eyes sleepy from warm food and delicious sweets. They hugged her one by one.
“It’s great to have you home for a while,” said her mom, bending to kiss her forehead.
With that she took the stairs one by one to her room and closed the door behind her. Turning on her bedside light, it was exactly as she’d left it, sans a desk on the far wall. Her bed was made with freshly washed flowery sheets with a comforter flopped on top. The walls were covered in posters and magazine clippings forming a kaleidoscopic collage of world events, art, and photography. She slid down her jeans and folded them neatly by the dresser, Sara knew one could wear jeans a few times between washes. Her Star Wars panties and solid maroon t-shirt were tossed towards an empty hamper, falling short of the opening. She’d get it in the morning. Climbing into bed, she felt the gentle fibers of comfortable sheets conform to her naked body. Within a moment she was asleep in the quiet room.
Sunday morning beamed through the curtains, the light holding Sara’s hand as it led her into the waking world. She stretched her arms into the cold room and promptly sucked them back under the covers.
“Okay, I gotta get up,” she muttered after ten more minutes. She yanked the covers and felt the chilly air curl around her warm thighs and fall asleep. Little goosebumps covered her cooling skin. Sara grabbed her phone and checked the time, “6:21,” shone in white on the black background.
“Maybe I didn’t have to get up,” she said to herself.
Walking to her door, she opened it a crack to listen for signs of life. It was all quiet. Warm air flowed in so she left the door cracked. Sara went to the connected bathroom to pee and get ready for the day. Her showers were usually quick, but that was in the shared bathrooms at her dorm. She lingered in the warmth cascading over her for a long time, steaming up the bathroom. Drying off, Sara wiped the mirror with a hand. Her damp hair hung below her shoulders in strands like the branches of a weeping willow, grabbing at her collar bone and upper back. Small breasts stood at attention, a tiny gold cross gently rose and fell with her breath. She had been very self conscious about her body, like many young women, but especially her nipples. They pushed out almost three quarters of an inch, she had once used them as a hook for a hanger after the second guy she slept with joked about it. Sara’s mom told her that her body is hers and she should be proud to have it. It had taken some getting used to, but all of her partners had sucked on them without hesitation. She liked to pull on them when she came.
The memory of being plowed into her little twin dorm mattress was making her wet. Sara looked down at her fuzzy vulva and ran a finger along her labia, shivering. She considered masturbating. Her brother had unknowingly carried her vibrator and assorted butt-buttplugs concealed in a box of bedding to her room the night before. After a moment she decided she didn’t feel like it and wrapped her hair up in another towel.
Her suitcase was open on the floor, clothes strewn over the side as she’d dug through for her laptop. Sara laid nude on the carpet with her laptop, the long fibers of the thick carpet caressing her. Even when she’d had a desk, the soft floor of her room had frequently served as a computing spot. It was around seven in the morning now, so Sara scrolled the internet waiting for her family to awake. As the time passed she thought again to her sexual escapades and felt her vagina moisten once more. Home for less than a day and she missed dick.
Sara barely had time to register the hot breath on her butt before she felt a slick tongue lap at her clit, dragging all the way up and across her hairy asshole.
“No!” she yelled, getting up as quickly as she was able.
Neptune stood in her room, the door ajar. His feet had made no noise.
“Ugh!” Sara retched and gagged, her wet pussy lips and anus tingled in the cold air. “That’s so gross,” she said running to the shower to rinse herself. This time she put on sweats and an old t-shirt, then shooed Neptune from her room. His long tail swished silently along the ground as he padded away.
“Gross,” she said again and shivered. The rest of the morning passed without incident. Her father began cooking around eight and the family gathered at the table to devour his ever-requested chorizo breakfast burritos. Sara opted not to mention that morning’s events.
“Any plans for the day?” she asked the table.
“I’m gonna go into town to do some grocery shopping,” said her dad, “you’re welcome to join me.”
“Probably play some games,” said Joey.
“I bet you are,” said her dad, winking at him.
“Oh let him play,” her mom swiped at Robert’s shoulder playfully, “I’ve got some work to do, but we can plan something for next weekend, okay?”
“Sounds good, mom, I’m up for whatever. Maybe we could go sledding at Meyer Hill!” It had been two years since she had gotten to go.
“That’d be fun,” said her mom. The others nodded in agreement.
“So, groceries?” her dad pointed his fork at her.
“Sure, dad.”
They went their separate ways after a quick clean up. Sara brushed her teeth and put on a pair of blue jeans. She left the shirt on because it would be covered by a sweater and coat anyways.
“All set?” asked her dad as she descended the stairs.
“Yessir!” she gave him a thumbs up.
They braved the icy dash to the car and stamped their feet as it grumbled to a start. The interior thermometer read four degrees.
“I’m gonna take the car to get the rack and pinion replaced. I’ll be some hours, but then Dave and I are gonna go ice fishing. Wanna come?” he asked.
Sara pretended to be thoughtful, “Hmm, yeah that sounds like fun, but I might just hang out here.”
“I knew you’d say that.” He put the car in gear and they trundled down the driveway.
“Yeah, cause you know everyone wants to sit in a cold shack with cold beer and cold, smelly fish. Oh and who could forget you’re standing on a sheet of ice that could break any second!” Her dad laughed.
The day went by quickly. They shopped, picking up food for the week and some random spices they’d run out of. When they got home she helped unpack the groceries and tuck them into their designated spots. Neptune watched longingly. Sara and her dad put on his favorite Christmas movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life,” and they sipped hot earl grey on the couch.
“Okay, I give up where are ya?” asked George from the television. Mary replied, “Over here! In the hydrangea bushes!”
After the credits rolled they sat in silence for a few moments.
“It really does feel like a wonderful life, you know,” said her dad.
“Yeah, it does.” She cuddled up to him.
He grabbed the paper from the end table and they did the Sunday crossword together, punctuated by the occasional yell from her brother’s room, until it was time to get dinner ready. She chopped vegetables for him, glancing at the doorway to see Neptune looking back at her from the floor. It was meatloaf tonight, with a salad and potatoes. Dinner went the same way as the night prior. Good conversation and food followed by dishes and drying under Neptune’s watchful eye, then a small dessert. Judy glanced at Sara over a plate of crumbs.
“You’ll have the house to yourself tomorrow. I’m gonna be working late tomorrow and Joey’s got chess club after school. Dad’s gonna be out, too,” she said. “We’ll take Neptune out in the morning, but you’ll have to let him out around five-ish and feed him, okay?”
“Yeah, no problem,” said Sara. “How much food?”
“Two scoops from the bin,” she held up two fingers.
“Okie dokie.” She pulled out her phone, “Dang it’s nine thirty, I think I’m off to bed.” She stood up, grabbing her plate.
“Don’t worry about the dishes. Still on college time, huh?” said her dad.
“Uh huh, but I’ll probably sleep in tomorrow,” she replied.
“Alrighty,” said her dad, “get some good sleep.” He got up and gave her a big hug, “See you in your dreams.”
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