Life as a good little girl/Unpacking, you find that these are your old clothes, the ones that no longer fit

From Create Your Own Story

You shuffle forward and crouch down naked in front of one of two boxes in your entire room. You have so much more stuff than this. They'll probably bring it all in right away. All the more reason to change into something!

Struggling to take the tape off, it takes you a minute before you can open the top to find...

Is this it? Where are your clothes?

You dig your hands through tiny bright pink well-worn garments in search of jeans or a sweater or... anything. You just packed this box. Maybe it's in the other one.

Tearing into the box that Joe brought in leaves you speechless. This isn't even clothing! This is all of the junk you had on your desk!

Prancing in place on bare tip-toes, you nibble on your nails panicking over what must have happened. The boxes got switched around. It's not a big deal, you tell yourself. You just have to get the other boxes.

Peeking out of your room down the long hallway you don't see anyone. Desperate to find your stuff, you run out as you are and turn into your old room, bursting through the door.

"FUCKING KNO- oh... hey," replies Mark.

It takes you a moment to process what he's doing. Part of you just can't comprehend it. But it appears that he is in fact standing in the middle of a mostly empty room with his phone in one hand and his dick in the other.

"I... I... I'm sorry," you apologize, embarrassed to have interrupted him. But Mark doesn't bother responding. He doesn't even bother to stop masturbating now that you're in the room. He just stares at you dumbly, shaking his hand back and forth.

You can't see any of your boxes here, so you whip around and bolt out of the room, continuing down the hall.

"Joe-er, Dad! Dad!" you scream. You fly into your parent's bedroom, but there's no one in here. It's not until you run all the way up to their bedroom window that you see him. In his truck. Driving away.

Your heart sinks. Is everything you own really gone? Well, not everything. But you don't even have your phone anymore.

A phone...

You just have to call him! If you let him know what he's about to donate he'll bring it all back to you.

Sprinting back down the hall, you stop in front of your old room. Mark is still there, still wanking away. You timidly enter this time, rapping your knuckle against the door, then clumsily remember to cover yourself as Mark's wandering eyes finally bring your attention back to your naked, vulnerable state.

"Mark? Can I pretty please borrow your phone?"

"I'm using it," he replies coldly.

You sway back and forth, trying to look pitiful. "But I said pretty please! I only need it for a minute."

"And I need it until I'm finished!" he snaps back, breathing heavily.

Your brothers are so gross. You can't imagine continuing on with... this... if someone were to walk in on you. And yet here you are, a witness to his shame.

Life as a good little girl/Wait for your brother to finish

Life as a good little girl/It's not worth it; Give up and go back to your room