The next day Maureen's Dad, Barry was set to leave once again for New York City. He was often sent to the coast for work. His official title was often lost in translation, but could be understood among sanitation management. It was not his dream job, not necessarily a career, but it was the best money he had ever been capable of making, and it was comfortable. Comfortable for him, comfortable for his wife, and for his daughter.
Jillian had to be carried to bed the previous night, and she woke up groggily around five in the morning. The mere shine of the bathroom lights from beneath the door were enough to disturb her black out slumber. However, having had many years of experience, Jillian hardly ever experienced the agonizing symptoms of a hangover.
She had managed to slump out of bed, and standing still partially unconscious in the dark she trudged down the hall. And if not for the faint creaking of the old ceiling fan in Maureen's bedroom, she might have taken another dazed path.Maureen laid sleeping in bed. Jillian followed the tangles of curly brown hair strewn around her pillow. She closely examined Maureen's supple cheeks and even closed, her large rounded eyes. Full peach lips and skin untouched by age that set Jillian aflame. How ironic she found it that her daughter at only seventeen was blessed with a mature, perky bust and managed to make a fuller figure look flattering. Jillian struggled to overcome the deep-seated envy and edged jealousy that she held towards her daughter. To look at Maureen made her hate herself.
After a few moments, she stumbled back to her bedroom having overdosed with enough resentment to begin her own beauty regime. The steam clouds tumbled upon her opening the bathroom door and she appreciated the steamy good morning.
"I wish I could go back with you. I love New York."
"Maureen doesn't need to be left by herself all the time. We shouldn't have left her last week."
"She's almost eighteen years old. If she doesn't know how to take care of herself by now, then she's going to be a lost cause."
"It was an accident. She's still young."
"Young enough to send our car insurance rate through the roof."
Barry stepped out of the shower and began to brush his teeth at their shared counter.
"Well hopefully she makes a fast recovery. I might have to stay two weeks and if that's the case maybe the both of you can come to the city. Make it a family thing."
"I don't know, a week away from you? I might need to have you all to myself." said Jillian who was now fully awake and with half applied makeup felt that daily dose of confidence flooding back in.
"I'm gonna miss you, Bear."
"I'll miss you too. Both of you."
"Mmm. I don't think Poppa Bear is the only one I'll be missing." Her hand traveled down the short length of his hairy abdomen, and her fingers teased at the knot of his towel.
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The sound was distant at first, but grew to the point of her wake. Her eyes opened and it was still too dark for her to make out the ceiling. It took a few moments for her to wake entirely and attune to her surroundings. However, she shamefully discovered the source of the disturbance. The unmistakeable sound of her parents having sex. Disgusted, though this was not the first time Maureen had found herself in such an unpleasant situation.
It was not a matter that she cared to dwell on, but her Mother was always very fluid and transparent when it came to her sexual activity. Certain times Maureen wondered if her Mother wanted for her to hear. Never making it a point to listen, but having a hard time blocking it all out.
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All My Sins
FanfictionA story in which a shy, timid student is swept up in an inappropriate relationship with her long-term substitute English teacher, Marshall Mathers. *Alternate Universe*Sensitive Content*