Wild Family

[Carl Joneson72]

As I walked toward my parents' house (well, technically it doesn't belong to my parents any more, but more about that in a bit, I still think of it as 'home' since I grew up there), I could smell appetizing aromas coming from the kitchen around back, and I knew from the scent that Mom was probably cooking her famous pork steak. My mouth started to water as I went around toward the kitchen door.

We usually used the back doors of the house, you see, the front door is only used occasionally, it's just how we did it. The house is an old farmhouse, or was once, my grandfather converted it for residential use after the family sold a good chunk of the former farmland just before the Great Depression. That sale turned out to be perfectly timed, my family isn't wealthy, but we are comfortable, and have been for many years.

The house is rural, the nearest neighbor lives easily three miles away, the edge of town is about seven miles from us. As a big old farmhouse, it has lots of rooms, about sixteen, which is useful because it has a lot of residents. Along with my parents, it is home to my younger brother Ted and his wife Dena, both of them 20, as well as my younger sisters Traci and Lara, non-identical twins of 18.

I myself am the oldest of the family, at 22. I was coming home to stay after college, at least for a while. I was still single and had no immediate prospects of finding a husband, but there was no hurry, either.

As I walked in the door, I broke into giggles, because there, standing at the stove taking the pork steaks up and putting them on the plate, was my mother. The reason I giggled was that my mother was standing there barefoot and as naked as the day she was born!

"Hi, Mom!" I exclaimed, as I went over to hug her.

"Valerie!" Mom yelled. She ran to hug me, and I squeezed her tight, I hadn't seen her in months, since I had been in college several hundred miles away. I felt her wince a bit as I squeezed her, and I realized that she had some nasty bruises on her as well!

As we pulled back, I grinned at her, and said, "Well, Mom, I take it someone forgot who was boss, didn't she?"

Mom blushed, and said, "What was your first clue? I swear you'd think I'd learn, but no, I went and lost my temper again-"

The sound of sizzling meat caught Mom's attention, as the last of the pork steaks began to over-cook. She ran back to the stove to rescue supper, and I noticed that not only was Mom naked as a jaybird and sporting some impressive bruises on her pale skin, but her bare butt was criss-crossed with red lines.

"Ouch!" I said sympathetically as I walked up to pat Mom on her clearly sore fanny. "You really did forget who was boss, didn't you?"

Even my playful pat on her fanny was enough to make her wince, and she stepped away.

"Hands to yourself, Valerie," Mom said firmly. "My poor rump is so sore it hurts when the breeze touches it, it doesn't need any help from you!"

I hadn't asked _why_ my mother was cooking supper naked as a jaybird, or who it was who had so clearly whipped her fanny. I knew the answer could only by my sister-in-law Dena. At the tender of age of 20, Dena was the unquestioned boss in my parent's home, or technically it was her home, actually, since she had made Mom and Dad sign it over to her two years before when she married my brother.

How did my sister-in-law end up in charge of my parents like that? Why did all of us know better than to cross her (well, Mom _ought_ to know better, but she never seems to learn!)? That's a long story, and it all started when Dena and my brother first started dating when they were 16.

TO BE CONTINUED.

[MikeJV]

Nice start, looking forward to the action.

MikeJV

[crk334]

Great start. I hope you keep it going. I look forward to reading more.

[SuperSayianBrolly]

decent start