Home Alone Snow Day

Credit to /authors/mimi/ for inspiration.

I didn’t get to go with my family to the holiday condo. I had school, because of all the days we missed from the Quarantine. Winter Break was cut short. to another 4 day weekend, like Thanksgiving. To make up for the long summer cooped up inside, with nothing to do.

Dad already payed for the Timeshare, up at the ski resort, and since those 2 weeks were for the Holidays, it was even more expensive. Right at the beginning of Ski Season, but they wouldn’t refund his money.

They offered to give him 2 extra weeks in the summer. Next summer, yeah right. Because nobody wants to go up and spend 2 weeks of summer vacation on the side of a mountain, with the escalators turned off, before the leaves even start changing.

So, I stayed behind, and played sour grapes. “Those grapes are probably sour anyway,” said the fox, when he couldn’t reach them. I guess it was nice to see my friends, and hang out with them in person. As long as we kept masks on, and shouted from a safe distance.

It got boring at home, even a little lonely. So, I mostly just watched movies on cable. Some of them weren’t really Holiday Movies, like Die Hard, and Lethal Weapon, but they were still around Christmas.

So, between HBO, Cinemax, Starz, and Encore, they pretty much covered them all. Along with kids stuff like A Christmas Story and Home Alone on USA, and TNT. I didn’t even watch the Home Alones again, but what’s the point? I’d seen them, year after year, and I could probably act them out from memory if I wanted to.

Not like Lethal Weapon. When that came on, I forgot how it started, or maybe I just watched it edited for TV. The part at the beginning, where Amanda Huntsacker gets high, and climbs up on the balcony railing to kill herself. Half naked, or at least she didn’t bother covering herself with that short silky bathrobe.

Then, she just falls on a car, and that made me feel a little uncomfortable. I missed the part about how that was Murder, and not Suicide, but that’s how Riggs, and Murtaugh got partnered together in the first place. To investigate the death of Murtaugh’s friend’s daughter, which should be a conflict of interest, but then I fell asleep.

I kept waking up to gunfire, and car chases on the couch. Watching the action, half awake, and the police car driving through the house reminded me it was Christmas time. Then, it quieted down, so I could close my eyes again, and fall back asleep.

I missed the ending, but then I heard cheezy music, and cracked my eyes. Half awake, I watched a little late-night softcore. Still R-rated, but nothing but sex, or fake ass sex. Some lady with big fake balloons, bent over while some ugly guy humped her behind.

“Ugh!” I turned it off, and went to bed, but for some reason I remembered Amanda Huntsacker. I guess I imagined that she wanted to get away, escape the penthouse apartment, and she was so drugged, maybe she thought she could fly?

I don’t know, but in terms of her body, I guess she looked more like me. Only taller, older, and prettier, like a model? I don’t know, but her perky little boobs, and at one point her father watched her porno movie on a television.

I guess, it made me wonder how that would make my dad feel to see me naked with another woman. That whore, Trixie? No, Dixie, but for some reason I remembered her name wrong. Oh right, she poisoned her, so she would have been dead even if she didn’t try to fly, and crash landed on a car at the bottom of the building.

I woke up when it got bright. Too bright, so bright that I thought I’d forgotten to close the blinds, but they were still down when I opened my eyes. Got up, and peeked out the white plastic slats to see the sun shining bright on fresh fallen now.

“Oh,” I squinted, and rubbed my eyes. “Snh?”

They smelt stale, from falling asleep, playing with myself. If I finished, and passed out, I don’t remember it, but I was only half awake. “Hear, yah!” Stretching, and yawning, I checked the time, and went to turn on The Weather Channel while I waited for the coffee to brew.

It turned out, we got sleet last night, and it turned into unexpected snow before morning, but not enough to close my school. 2 hour delay, but I got to sleep in a little. Drink a whole pot of coffee, and bundle up warm before the snow plow cleared the streets, and salted it for the bus.

I hate snow. It’s cold, and wet, and even if I wanted to go out sledding, they threw those in the back of the trailer along with the skis, and snowshoes. So, I didn’t miss that, but then I saw my friends trying to scrape up enough for a snowman on the corner.

The boys scraped up enough to pelt us with snowballs, then kicked the snowman over, and stomped it before we could come back. I got on the bus, and sat all bye myself. The same as everyone, they even had a chart up to show the new seating.

Alternating each side, skipping seats in between, so we weren’t close enough to get sneezed on, but we all had masks. Since we’re already behind, and mid-term finals were going to be Wednesday a week. Right before Christmas Eve, so we could have a 4 day weekend like Thanksgiving.

It went pretty quickly, and by the time we got out. 2 hours late to get on the bus, all the snow, and ice had melted. I got back home, and the weather channel was still on in the living room. This time, it was Sleet, and Freezing Rain, with a chance of Snow overnight. I hoped it would be enough to close schools tomorrow, but it wasn’t that late.

Not late enough to watch softcore R rated porn on Skinemax After Dark, but I looked up the next time they’d play Lethal Weapon, and set a reminder. A little horny, more bored than anything, but then I remembered the computer, in the office. The desk-top, so they couldn’t take it with them. Just the laptops, and phones, but they had Parental Control filters.

My brother was 18, so he got the password, and wrote it down. “Hm,” I pulled out the board over the drawers. I don’t know what that’s for, but there’s a board that rolls out on the side. To cover the top drawer when it’s pulled out? Regardless, all the Passwords were written down, and taped to it. So, I brought up the NetNanny, and typed in the Password. Turned off all the filters, and rolled it back in, so I wouldn’t have to do it again.

“Huh!” Then, I put my legs up, and looked at the Search page. Tried to think up, what I wanted to look at, and rubbed my panties until they started getting moist.

I looked up Amanda Huntsacker, it turned out to be spelled Hunsaker, and the actress was named Jackie Swanson. The only other movie that she did, at least on the nude celeb sites was something called Hidden Rage, a year later.

“Huh!” I leaned over, and clicked Back. Typed in [Teen Tiny Tits] No surprise, I got a lot of hits for that. That took me to X Videos, and I found a porn-star that looked a little like me, I guess.

“Lil Candy,” I had to scoff, and roll my eyes. It’s hard to believe that she’s even close to 18, but being 12 myself. I guess, it’s okay that they have such young looking girls like her, Anne Howe, and even Kitty Yung if you’re asian, or want to pretend you’re asian.

I had to tell myself, that’s not her brother. It just said that, it’s just some sick fantasy for guys that want to fuck their little sisters. Or step sisters, but my brother was almost 18. Dropped out of high school to get a job, and move out.

I guess I haven’t seen him for most of the year, except when he showed up, to help load the trailer for the family holiday. Up at the ski valley, but what if he caught me? Not watching porn, but he looks at porn, of course.

Maybe if I did an amateur one, when I was 18, and he just happened to find it. “Huh!” He’d never believe it was me, but I bet he’d think, you know what? She kinda looks like my sister. “Huh, yeah.” Laying back on the couch, with my legs spread wide open, and the hard cock splitting my sex. Sinking in, and pumping me hard. “Uh huh yes, ah yes yes yes!”

It was just such a tease, I guess. I don’t know, why I got off to the idea of my brother watching me get plowed in a porno movie, and showing our dad. “That can’t be Melody, right?”

“Well, she’s 18 now, so if she wants to have sex with big dicked porn stars, we can’t stop her, but it’s bad for you to watch her. Jacking off like a loser you bad boy. So, you better drop your pants, and bend over, so I can teach you a lesson.” Taking off his belt. “You sick pervert, you get off watching your little sister getting fucked? Huh? Count them.”

“Huh!” I blinked. Stopped the video, and hit Escape. To type [Daddy spanking son] in the search bar, and it switched to Gay all by itself. “Ew,” I switched it back to Straight, but there wasn’t any videos. So, I hit the tab to open a new one, and typed it again, in Google.

[Daddy spanks son while sister watches] That brought up a video on SpankingTube.com. “Huh, of course.” They have a spankingtube.com. Too bad it was just a 1 minute preview, but it was funny. So I laughed, and put my feet down. Sat up, and then I noticed the window.

“Uh!” The blinds up, and the street empty. “Huh!” I pulled my shirt over my bra, and pushed the chair back, before somebody came out, and saw me. Sitting in the front window, with my knees up, masturbating half naked to internet porn.

“Jesus.” I stayed down, and ran out the door bent over until I got to the hall. Giggling, and ten sitting down, laughing up against the wall at myself. Then, I got up, and finished undressing. Went to take a hot bath, and thought about it.

Okay, first I started over with Amanda Hunsaker. Up in her apartment, and even though there wasn’t a building across from her. That I remember, what if there was? “Yeah.” A neighbor, with a telescope set up on his balcony. To watch her walk around naked, or half naked. Partying with her whore friend Dixie, and having sex with her.

I guess a witness to the Murder, but when she went out, and put a chair up, to climb onto the railing. He could call out to her, “Don’t jump! I don’t know what’s so bad that it makes you want to kill yourself, but don’t you have something to live for?”

“Like what?”

“You’re young, and beautiful. You have your whole life ahead of you, and you can’t be lonely. As many friends as you have, and I know you’re high, but maybe the drugs are making you feel depressed?”

I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I guess it’s a shame that she died. To me, I feel sorry for her, because she looks kinda like me. Or the way I’d like to think I’ll look when I’m older. Old enough to get my own high rise apartment, with a balcony, and maybe do porno to pay for it. Maybe even prostitution, but not like a dirty back alley hooker.

A high price call girl, with rich clients, and expensive jewelry. A nice apartment, and friends who’ll come and see me. “Huh, I’m just lonely.” Bored, and horny I guess. There’s not much else to do to pass the time, but now that I’m cleaned up.

Maybe I can find something else to watch, that doesn’t have brother, sister, father, or daughter in it. Not that I would ever consider that. Incest, it’s not a turnon for me, but maybe if it’s a turnon for him. Whoever he is, he might want to pretend, something sick like that. To marry my mom (Even though she’d never divorce my dad) and then get so turned on by his step daughter walking around the house dressed like.

Oh yeah, mom’s got that silky robe. Not the exact same as the one Amanda Hunsaker wore in the movie, but it’s so silky. And thin, so even with it belted tight over my perky little tips, my nipples poke out, for it to slip over and rub when I move.

“Huh, yeah.” I even look pretty sexy, except my hair. “Huh!” But mom didn’t take all her hair brushes with her, to the timeshare, for the holidays. I bet it wouldn’t fit in her makeup bag, along with everything else, but she didn’t leave me much makeup.

“Oh well,” I looked up, in the mirror. “You don’t need it. You’re pretty enough without makeup.”

I even made myself blush, a little.

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