Life as a good little girl/To the box with your old stuff in it
From Create Your Own Story
Suddenly remembering that you are standing in front of your step-dad in only a small towel you point a hand at the boxes, hand wavering. "That one."
"Alright then," he says with a smile as he picks up a tape gun.
"You're taping it?" you ask, confused.
"Just so things don't fall out," he says.
"Oh. Right." Thinking of the underclothes you have in that box you have to agree that them falling out would be embarrassing. Still, it seems a little extreme for the short trip.
"Did you get everything out of the closet?" he asks, motioning to the closet built into the wall. You also had a wardrobe with your newer clothes, but the closet had held most of the older stuff and served as a storage for things like the stuffed animals you still had after the move, and other girly things from your past.
Walking in front of Joe you stand at the closet and lean forward to look inside. Nothing on the ground. Nothing on the rod. You stand on your tiptoes and try to see above the shelf, even reaching up as far as you can. But at your height - shorter than your classmates - you can't see what's on the shelf.
"I can't tell," you tell Joe, while he continues taping boxes. You feel your towel shift, and whirl around, catching Joe in the act of... something.
"Your towel was riding up," he shrugged. "I was going to tug it down. I didn't think you'd want to flash me."
"Oh. I, uh, did I?"
Joe shrugs. "I was taping boxes, remember? Speaking of which, take this to your new room. I'll get the other," he says, and pushes a box into your arms before picking up an even bigger box. He precedes you from the room, and strides down the hall with long legs while you try desperately to clutch the box to you so your towel won't slide off.
"Stupid move," you grumble, nearly tripping over one of the remaining boxes. You move out your door and turn left down the L-shaped hall that leads to all the bedrooms. Your parents room is located at the bottom of the L with your former room next to them, your door and theirs at right angles to each other. Next door to your old room is the bathroom, then the middle brother - Mike. Danny has a large but narrow room on the opposite side of the corridor, with your new room right at the end.
"Smile."
"Rob!" you exclaim as the camera-mad middle step-brother takes a picture, the large flash on an older-style camera blinding you. The box teeters in your grip, and as it stops pressing against your body the towel starts to slip. To try and catch the towel you take a hand off the box, which starts to fall as well. Torn between grabbing the towel and the box they both fall. You hear the clicking of the camera several more times as you crouch, blinking furiously as you use your hands to try and find...
"I'll put this towel back in the bathroom for you, sis," Rob laughs, and you snatch the box to your chest, mortified at the thought of him having pictures of you naked.
<Click> <Click> goes the camera from behind you.
"Stop taking pictures!" you cry out, and scurry down the hall toward your new room.
Joe steps to the hall, standing beside you.
"Rob," he says warning, and helpfully tries to cover you up. With the box in one hand he can only cover one of your buttocks, but his hands is easily big enough to curve around it like he's cupping it.
"Just practicing, dad," Rob says cheerfully.
"Boys, right Stephi?" he chuckles, squeezing your buttock re-assuringly before letting it go with a few pats and stepping into the room. You scramble after him, clutching the box to your chest and lean against the dresser so Rob will only get a side-profile. Fortunately, you're pretty sure that Joe's height means the only thing he can see is the top and side of the box.
Looking around you're not sure this is actually an upgrade. While it is perhaps twice as wide as your previous bedroom it is also extremely narrow. There is at most two feet of space between the end of the bed and what looks like a big plate glass patio door.
"Is that a patio door?" you ask Joe.
"Oh. Yes. The previous owners put it in. I gather they added this room on to the original house and made this a rec room or something. Don't worry, I fixed both the door and the lights for you. They did a terrible job of the wiring."
Alarmed, you nearly drop the box. "You fixed the wiring?"
"Oh no, I got a friend to do that. I just fixed the door and the light switch. It used to get stuck on or off. Now it works perfectly. See?" he starts flicking the light back and forth rapidly, making the light turn on and off over and over again. The last few times the light stays on. "Hmm. I'll have to fix that," he mutters, staring up at the light.
"What? No!" you exclaim, startling the both of you. Joe's attempts to fix things were known to stop half-way, and if he ever did finish 'fixing' things they were liable to be worse than before, or at least unreliable.
"You wouldn't want it on all night, Stephi," he chides you. "Still, it is electrical. Maybe I'll ask Bill if he can come over and fix it. He's pretty handy with electronics."
Biting your lip you nod while refraining from pointing out that electronics and electricity are two different things, but anyone other than Joe fixing things would be an improvement.
"His posters are still on the wall," you note, pointing your chin at several large posters. Most were of naked women, the others were nearly naked. Over the rest was a big poster of really mean looking wrestlers, while the other was a group of male video game characters. Looking back and forth you noted that they shared the common traits of mean expressions, huge muscles, enormous height, and minimal clothing. Was it possible that Mark secretly liked guys?
"Oh, yes," Joe said, oblivious to your shock. "He used glue, so we're going to try and find a way to dissolve it. We don't want it ruining the paint. Just ignore them for now."
"Um. Okay. But...doesn't he have curtains? The patio doors are huge!"
"Well yes, they are. And that's the problem. We don't have blinds or drapes that fit. It sure is big. But at least you get a good view."
"Of a weedy yard with a few scraggly bushes and the big apartment building behind us. Why is my bed facing it?"
"Outlets," he says.
"Huh?"
"All the outlets are over there," he points at the far end of long, narrow bedroom. "So we put your desk over there, and the night table beside it."
"You could have put the bed over there," you whine.
Shaking his head, Joe crouches to put his box down before looking over at you. "But the dresser is way over here. I know how you girls are. You put your clothes on the bed so you can decide what outfit's the hottest, which one will make the boys look at you the most."
"I... I don't..." you stammer, realizing he could probably see your naked sex. Lowering the box to cover your crotch just brings your nipples in to view, but you blush and accept it as the lesser of two evils.
Joe chuckles. "Don't worry, all the time that you're thinking about the boys they're spending thinking about you."
"C-could you, um, leave so I can change?"
"What? Oh, right. I entirely forgot that..." his eyes widen. "You're naked!" he exclaims far too loudly for your liking. "Why did you take off the towel? Why were you walking around naked?"
"I... I was... Rob..."
"Stephi," he tsks disapprovingly. "You shouldn't be teasing your brother."
"What? I was..."
"Look, just put the box down in front of the wardrobe and dresser. Unpack. Find an outfit."
"C-could you leave?" you ask again, and he turns.
As you put the box down you notice something for the first time.
"The door! Where's the door?"
Joe stops, looks at the frame of the doorway, which is missing its key component. "Oh. Right. When I measured everything I found that the door would be hitting the dresser. Since I didn't want it to damage the wood I decided to reverse the hinges."
"But... But where is it? The door isn't here!" you state the obvious, forgetting that the box is now on the ground as you point from one point of the frame to the other and then to the middle.
"Well..." he looks a little sheepish. "I took the door off, then I took off the hinges. Then I realized that it wasn't just a matter of removing those." He reached out and drew you to his side, a calloused hand pulling you toward him just under your arm. The near proximity of his fingers to your flat little boob makes you freeze as he points out what else needs to be changed. You hear words like bolt, reverse, close, drill, and can't help but think what if he moves his hand?
"I'll get it done... soon."
Normally that would make you wince. You know that 'soon' for any of Joe's construction projects means 'probably never'. He's forever eschewing professional help, stating that he can fix anything. And some things he can. If they're small and don't take too much time. But the ones that take too much time and effort stop mid-way and never seem to resume. Complaining to him won't do any good, but right now you're just wishing he'd... well, you're a little confused about what you'd want him to do. One devilish part of you remembers Tiffany teasing you about liking older men, and with his fingers moving slightly as he gestures the sensations of flesh on flesh, or near-tit, make you feel a little warm for some reason.
"...Okay?" he finishes, and you have no idea what he said so you just nod.
Without waiting for him to let go you turn to go back into your room, only then realizing your mistake as his work-calloused hand scrapes across the achingly tender flesh of your chest and nipple.
"Great," he says in response to your nod, and pats what would have been your side, instead inadvertently patting your breast before he pulls his hand back, his rough callouses scraping again across the entirely of your chest before he walks away, leaving you standing stark naked in the doorless entry to your new room.
