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Incest- Thirsty (Applejack) by Anonymous

By OniiChansFables
Created: 2020-10-26 19:01:38
Expiry: Never

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    >It's been a long while since you've seen your children
  2. 2.
    >All you really know is that they've been being looked after by their great-gram
  3. 3.
    >Wasn't your first choice
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    >But you were far too young when you had your first
  5. 5.
    >You really should have stopped at your second
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    >And then years later you slipped up and had a third
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    >That was the final straw, really
  8. 8.
    >You and Scrumpy both tried your hardest
  9. 9.
    >But you were too young to properly look after your kids
  10. 10.
    >Life was hard
  11. 11.
    >And things started being said that ought never have been said
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    >You heard she was married now
  13. 13.
    >Living in the big city
  14. 14.
    >Changed her name to Marmalade or something
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    >And while it had been a long time
  16. 16.
    >You never could quite forget your kids the way she had
  17. 17.
    >Having missed so much of their lives already
  18. 18.
    >You didn't want to miss any more
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    >So one day you sent a letter out to the farm
  20. 20.
    >Asking granny if maybe they had a spare room you could stay in
  21. 21.
    >Practically begging to help out around the place if it meant you could spend time with your family
  22. 22.
    >And to your surprise
  23. 23.
    >They said you'd be welcome
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  25. 25.
    >So with a couple of bags packed with the bare necessities you took the train out to their small town
  26. 26.
    >Followed a few simple directions to find the farm
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    >And there it was
  28. 28.
    >A picture of idyllic rural beauty
  29. 29.
    >The house, the barn, the fields of crops and the famous apple trees
  30. 30.
    >Sweet Apple Acres
  31. 31.
    >And as if stepping out of your memory, leaning against the gate was your teenage love
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    >Long blonde hair
  33. 33.
    >Thighs to die for
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    >Tanned skin speckled with freckles
  35. 35.
    >And a rough-and-tumble country-girl demeanour
  36. 36.
    >She smiles as you approach, and your stomach does somersaults
  37. 37.
    >But as you draw closer you recognise your mistake
  38. 38.
    >Her skin looks just a touch darker
  39. 39.
    >Her hair just that little bit more blonde
  40. 40.
    >And of course, most obviously, eyes that are green and not blue
  41. 41.
    >"Hi there, sugar!" comes the call
  42. 42.
    >"We've been expectin' a visitor to roll up our drive any moment,"
  43. 43.
    >"I'm guessin' you're the sweetheart that wrote Granny askin' to help out around here?"
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    >"Real nice a' ya'll, given how growin' season's just endin' and we always bite off more'n' we can chew getting every crop in on time."
  45. 45.
    >"You must be beat carryin' your bags all this way. C'mon, give 'em here and i'll show you where you'll be stayin'."
  46. 46.
    >She doesn't quite give you the chance to get a word in
  47. 47.
    >Simply hops the fence, strides straight for you and grabs your bags, oozing confidence in every motion
  48. 48.
    >And while your eyes tell you this has to be a girl in her late teens, she seems to have the world right where she wants it
  49. 49.
    >That self assurance makes her seem like she must be early twenties at least
  50. 50.
    >This can't be your daughter
  51. 51.
    >Can it?
  52. 52.
    >Those glances you steal at her firm, denim-clad buttocks as she leads you up to the farmhouse can't be that horribly wrong
  53. 53.
    >... can they?
  54. 54.
    >Your gaze lingers on those ample hips as they sway up the path to the front door
  55. 55.
    >Perhaps just a slight bit too long
  56. 56.
    >Because when she turns back to you, she has the suggestion of a coy grin playing about the corners of her mouth
  57. 57.
    >Not to mention the knowing look in her eye
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    >It could just be your imagination
  59. 59.
    >Maybe you snapped your gaze up in time
  60. 60.
    >"Don't speak much, do ya'?"
  61. 61.
    >Desperate to break the ice, you chuckle like a nervous teenager
  62. 62.
    "Might be I would if you let me get a word in edgeways, darlin'"
  63. 63.
    >For a moment, she looks at you with a blank look in her eyes
  64. 64.
    >And then her mouth explodes into an infectious smile, a musical laugh of her own
  65. 65.
    >"Ain't I just been the most overbearin' hostess?"
  66. 66.
    >"Dragged you all the way up the garden path without even lettin' you answer all the questions i've been firin' your way!"
  67. 67.
    >"So, have I got it wrong? Don't tell me, you're just a lost tourist whose bags i've made off with?"
  68. 68.
    >For a moment you're tempted to play along
  69. 69.
    >Make up some reason why you were wandering a country lane looking for your hotel
  70. 70.
    >But you decide against it
  71. 71.
    "No, you've got the right of it. I wrote to granny asking if I could help out this harvest, and she said the house had room for me."
  72. 72.
    >Your guide is still all smiles at that, opening the door into a cozy kitchen and leading you to a set of narrow stairs
  73. 73.
    >"Shoot, Sweet Apple Acres always has room for a hand that wants to work, sugarcube."
  74. 74.
    >She talks away as you ascend to a corridor with a number of doors along it
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    >As far as you can make out, this floor has six rooms
  76. 76.
    >Your irrepressible guide knocks on the one closest to the top of the stairs
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    >"This here is the bathroom. The rule is knock before entering, easiest thing in the world to remember."
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    >"That over there-"
  79. 79.
    >She points to the door furthest from the stairs
  80. 80.
    >"-is the guest room where you'll be staying."
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    >"Every other door is somebody else's room, so just be considerate."
  82. 82.
    >"Now, unless your journey was really exhausting we already have work for you to be doing."
  83. 83.
    >"So whaddaya' say, pops, need an afternoon nap to recover, or are you raring to go?"
  84. 84.
    >At 'pops,' your stomach gives another, slightly more unpleasant lurch
  85. 85.
    >You realise that you've been suppressing your suspicion that this might be your daughter
  86. 86.
    >You worry that she might already know
  87. 87.
    >Might have caught you out
  88. 88.
    >Might hate you
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    >But at the same time, if she's not...
  90. 90.
    >Well, getting to know your kids is the real reason you're out there
  91. 91.
    >Better men than you have been tempted by less
  92. 92.
    >So you ought to try and make a good impression, just on that chance
  93. 93.
    >You're still in your early thirties for chrissakes
  94. 94.
    >And not in bad shape at that
  95. 95.
    >Can't let her think you're ancient
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    "Just give me a second to set my bags down, and i'll be ready to go."
  97. 97.
    >She beams
  98. 98.
    >"Knew we'd snagged a hard worker," she says, handing you your bags. "I'll be waiting down by the door in the kitchen."
  99. 99.
    >You smile, nodding your thanks as you move to squeeze past her on the stairs
  100. 100.
    >When suddenly she's right against you
  101. 101.
    >You can feel her breasts, barely constrained by her button-up blouse pressing against your chest
  102. 102.
    >Your back is right up against the bannister
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    >Her hair tickles your nose and her warm breath reaches your ear as she leans in to whisper
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    >"Take your time and hit the shower first, eh sweetheart? I don't mind, but if you're distracted all afternoon we won't get half the work done."
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    >And with that, she slips downstairs, and you can breathe again
  106. 106.
    >Holy fuck
  107. 107.
     
  108. 108.
    >You need that shower
  109. 109.
    >You cross the landing in a few short steps
  110. 110.
    >Crack open the guest room door
  111. 111.
    >See a simple double bed, a couple of low tables, a stout desk, wardrobe and a set of shelves with some tasteful knick-knacks on
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    >It's pretty tasteful, actually
  113. 113.
    >Comfy
  114. 114.
    >But you have something else on your mind
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    >Quickly rifling through your bags, you snatch up your towel and nip back across to the bathroom
  116. 116.
    >Hanging up your rag, you slip out of your shirt and pants
  117. 117.
    >You catch a quick look at yourself in the little face-mirror
  118. 118.
    >Broad shoulders
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    >A respectable amount of definition
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    >And green eyes burning in a square-jawed face
  121. 121.
    >Your thoughts immediately go to the country beauty that met you
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    >Those fine, tanned legs
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    >That powerful frame
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    >And those full, firm C-cups she pressed right against you to whisper confidentially in your ear
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    >As you jump in the shower and the water starts to run, you imagine what they must be like to squeeze
  126. 126.
    >How they must taste
  127. 127.
    >What their nips must look like
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    >And your mind racing for inspiration, you think back to another country girl
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    >It's been almost two decades
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    >But you still remember how hard she rode you on your parents' bed
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    >They were away for the weekend and you had the place to yourself
  132. 132.
    >You still remember how hormonal teenage lust drove you to pump her fit, flat belly full of your seed
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    >Is it the shampoo, or can you still smell her?
  134. 134.
    >She smelled of apples
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    >And when you kissed you could taste the cider she'd lifted from her family's stores
  136. 136.
    >You can see her right in front of you
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    >Her mouth lolling open
  138. 138.
    >Her gasps and moans filling the room
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    >Her lively green eyes meeting yours as she comes in for another kiss against the bannister
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    >And you're done
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  142. 142.
    >You take a moment to clean off
  143. 143.
    >Switch off the water
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    >And as you dry off, you fancy you hear a stair creak
  145. 145.
    >These old houses always sort of gave you the creeps
  146. 146.
    >You throw your clothes back on, and slip out of the bathroom
  147. 147.
    >Heading down the creaking stairs, you see your guide at the kitchen table
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    >Still waiting
  149. 149.
    >Is it your imagination, or does she look a little flustered?
  150. 150.
    >Probably your imagination
  151. 151.
    >It's running pretty wild today
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    "Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?"
  153. 153.
    >Her lips purse, and for the briefest moment looks about as if expecting to see someone peeping in through a window
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    >And before you really even have time to analyse this shift in tone, she's back to her cheerful self
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    >"Not at all, buckaroo. Ready to head out? Still not too late to reconsider if you're too feeble for it."
  156. 156.
    >She teases you with a grin, and you return it with a smirk of your own
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    "So long as you carry me to wherever we'll be working, sweetheart, i'll be fine."
  158. 158.
    >She snorts
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    >"Not a chance, darlin'. You got legs, time to use 'em."
  160. 160.
    >With that, she leads you out of the house and towards the apple orchards
  161. 161.
    >You banter back and forth as she points out landmarks to help you find your way during your stay
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    >And at one point, she even mimes carrying you
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    >Though you're pretty sure that was just her excuse to cop a feel
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    >And after maybe twenty minutes walk, you come to a grove of trees with a cart already half-full of apple bushels
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    >You aren't wondering who filled it long
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    >Because when your partner calls; "Hey Mac! I brought the hand out!" a tall young man lumbers into view
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    >There's no mistaking him
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    >With his broad shoulders
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    >His square jaw
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    >Those green eyes
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    >And even his name
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    >That's your son
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    >He drops his cargo of apples down in the cart
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    >Looks you up and down with a shocking intensity
  175. 175.
    >Stares right into your face
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    >And turns away, back to his work
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  178. 178.
    >The sweet country girl elbows you in the ribs, jostling you amicably
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    >"Don't mind Mac," she says
  180. 180.
    >"He doesn't take to anybody right away."
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    >"Let me show you how we bring in the crop."
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    >She walks you up to a tree with low-hanging fruit
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    >"Now, just ta' demonstrate, a'fore we take any apples from a tree we got to check they're ripe."
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    >Standing behind you and pressing her chest against your back, she guides your hand to one of the lowest sitting apples
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    >"To test, you've got to cup the fruit gently," she murmurs, posing your hand beneath the apple
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    >"Lift it just a touch," she breathes, and you know there's no way she doesn't know what she's doing, "And just give it the slightest lil' twist."
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    >"It should come pretty easily," she says huskily, "But if it's not ready we gotta' keep from using so much force that we damage the poor things."
  188. 188.
    >And sure enough, having been led through those simple movements, you now have an apple in your hands
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    >She pulls away, and is instantly businesslike
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    >"Just pull down as many as you can for now, if any are bruised store 'em away from the others. We can eat those, but they don't store."
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  192. 192.
    >It's long hours of hard work in the hot early-autumn afternoon
  193. 193.
    >Little Mac isn't so little any more
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    >And even though he seems to be giving you the cold shoulder, you can't help but be proud
  195. 195.
    >He's an obvious hard worker, and looks fitter and healthier than pretty much anyone else you've ever seen
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    >And no amount of sullen silence can take that feeling from you
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  198. 198.
    >Just as the evening starts to draw in, darkening the sky, the three of you finish filling the cart
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    >You're about to ask how it moves when Big Mac heads to the front to grab one of two jutting handles
  200. 200.
    >Your sweet country lass moves up to the other, and you follow behind curiously
  201. 201.
    >She turns to you
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    >"Now, seeing as how it's your first day, sugarcube, why don't you ride up there with the ap-"
  203. 203.
    >Big Mac interrupted her by placing one of his large hands on her shoulder
  204. 204.
    >He shakes his head emphatically, nods at her, and jerks his thumb back to the applecart
  205. 205.
    >He looks straight at you, points, and then indicates the other handle
  206. 206.
    >She gives him a look of real bafflement for a moment, as if this kind of action is uncharacteristic
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    >Almost as if he almost never exerts his will like this
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    >But after a moment, she shrugs
  209. 209.
    >"Well, if you say so."
  210. 210.
    >"Mac says he thinks you two big strong men oughta' give me a ride back to the barn, and who am I to complain?"
  211. 211.
    >She gives you a half apologetic and half provocative look
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    >"So long as you're up for it?"
  213. 213.
    >With such a challenge issued, you can't back down
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    "'course i'm up for it."
  215. 215.
    >You take up your half of the cart, and set off towards the barn
  216. 216.
    >Mac handles the cart like it's nothing, barely breaking a sweat
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    >While you, not being used to this kind of farm work, have to live with your muscles screaming at you every step of the way
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    >It takes every single ounce of your will not to make a sound as you push yourself to keep up with your son
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    >And when you reach the homestead and stow the cart, he looks straight at you one more time before retreating into the house
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    >As soon as he's gone, you allow yourself to collapse onto the straw-covered barn floor, chest heaving as you pant to recover your breath
  221. 221.
    >Your pretty cargo hops out of the cart and is at your side in seconds
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    >"Lord sakes, pops, if you were this beat you oughta' just said you weren't up to it,"
  223. 223.
    >It hurts to laugh, but you do anyway
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    "Couldn't let him embarrass me,"
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    "Besides, we had to deliver the princess to her castle."
  226. 226.
    >You chuckle painfully, and she looks down at you as if she can't quite believe you would dare to be that corny
  227. 227.
    >And then bends down to give you a quick kiss on the lips
  228. 228.
    >It's short, but sweet - even if her long hair does tumble down into your face
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    >"There you are then, brave knight. One lady's favour."
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    >"But get up off the floor for chrissake. It's filthy"
  231. 231.
    >Having had a few moments, your breath is well and truly back
  232. 232.
    >You're still reeling a touch from the kiss
  233. 233.
    >Even if it was only given in jest, she seems to be signalling her interest pretty hard
  234. 234.
    >God, you really hope she's just another helper like yourself
  235. 235.
    >Could it be your boy was hoping she and Mac could be a thing, and that's why he's been giving you the third degree?
  236. 236.
    >No
  237. 237.
    >Your flirting can't have been that obvious, surely
  238. 238.
    >But if not that, did he recognise you?
  239. 239.
    >He was far and away the oldest when you had to give them all up
  240. 240.
    >He'd have the best, clearest and most current picture of you in his head
  241. 241.
    >The girls' memories would be patchier
  242. 242.
    >Whatever the case, you'd have to clear the air with him at some point
  243. 243.
    >"Y'alright down there, pardner?"
  244. 244.
    >Your companion nudges you in the side with one of her big boots
  245. 245.
    >Not quite a kick, but not quite... not
  246. 246.
    >"Look like you're wrestlin' with the meanin' of life or somethin'."
  247. 247.
    >"I weren't kiddin' about the floor being twenty shades of awful."
  248. 248.
    "Yeah, sorry, was being a bit of a drama queen, wasn't I?"
  249. 249.
    >She grins as you stagger to your feet, mostly recovered from your ordeal
  250. 250.
    >"Drama king, maybe, but I know worse examples. Just wanted to remind you you've got a nice bed upstairs, don't have to rest in the stables like some head of cattle."
  251. 251.
    >"Get some rest, sugar, you've earned it, but keep an ear out for the dinner bell. Shouldn't be long."
  252. 252.
    >She borderline-pushes you over towards the house, sending you on your way with a slap on the rump
  253. 253.
    >At this point, you're too tired to argue
  254. 254.
    >You clamber up the stairs and hear water going in the bathroom
  255. 255.
    >It's probably Mac making the best of it after a long day's work
  256. 256.
    >Fine by you
  257. 257.
    >You could do with a lie down more than a shower, right this minute
  258. 258.
    >Opening your room's door, you go to collapse on the bed
  259. 259.
    >-only to find that somebody's already in it
  260. 260.
    >Three persons, to be exact
  261. 261.
    >A gang of girls in their early teens are going through your things
  262. 262.
    >And for a moment you're not sure exactly how to respond
  263. 263.
    >More than just a moment, actually
  264. 264.
    "What's this about? Why are you guys going through my stuff?"
  265. 265.
    >They all look at you like deer in the headlights
  266. 266.
    >And for almost ten whole seconds, none of them have an answer
  267. 267.
    >Not the tanned one with a bright purple dye-job
  268. 268.
    >Not the pale one with the platinum-blonde mop
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    >Or the middle-ground with bright red hair and a bow
  270. 270.
    >The dye-disaster is the first to speak up
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    >"Well, mister, we were just checking to see you weren't bringing anything dangerous into the house."
  272. 272.
    >The pale one rushes to collaborate, voice twanging adorably
  273. 273.
    >"Yeah! You can't be too careful, you know? What if your bag had been tampered with?"
  274. 274.
    >You're not quite sure, but you reckon there's some irony there
  275. 275.
    >But the bow-clad ringleader speaks up eventually
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    >"'sides, it's a project for school. We awl gawtta find an unexpected talent, and baggage handling is as unexpected as we could think'a!"
  277. 277.
    >You groan
  278. 278.
    >It's really not worth fighting them over
  279. 279.
    >And you're a guest here
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    "Look, whatever, just... leave my stuff alone, hey? Respect of people's privacy is a two-way street, and i'm not about to barge into any of your rooms."
  281. 281.
    >The three sort of just look relieved that you're not shouting
  282. 282.
    >With a muted look amongst themselves for consensus, they dash for the door
  283. 283.
    >Possibly worried that you might consider them for more significant reprimands if they stick around
  284. 284.
    >"Sorry, mister!"
  285. 285.
    >"Sorry mister."
  286. 286.
    >"Sorry, mister."
  287. 287.
    >Just like that, they're gone
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    >And you're free to crash onto your rumpled bedding

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