It wasn't long before Fred came in the door. Jen watched him down the hall as he put down his briefcase and slid off his suit jacket. He loosened his tie and started towards the living room.
“Welcome back honey,” their mother called as she met him half way down the hall. “I picked up some McRonalds on the way home from work, yours is in the microwave.”
“Thanks dear,” he replied.
“The kids are in the living room watching TV...” She added.
“How’s Jen feeling?” He asked.
“She said she’s feeling a bit better this evening. Must have been a one-day bug.” Mom replied.
“Glad to hear it,” He replied.
“I’m gonna go take a shower, why don’t you go talk to your daughters for a bit.” Mom said, as she went back down the hallway towards the master bedroom.
“Ok. Love you.” He replied as he turned and made his way towards the living room.
Jen could feel herself beginning to panic. “It’s normal... It’s normal......” She thought, forcing herself to stay uncovered.
“Hi girls,” Fred said as he rounded the corner. “How was school Alison?”
Jen sat there, seriously expecting him to stare at her or her sister’s exposed row, but he didn't. His gaze seemed to bounce between the cartoon on the TV and her sister’s face as she recalled the events during her classes. When they finished the exchange, he turned towards Jen and asked, “Mom says you’re feeling better. Do anything interesting today?”
“Nah, just wondered around the house half naked and masturbated...” She thought, but instead said with a hint of annoyance in her voice, “I am feeling better, but I was in bed most of the day. So no, nothing interesting happened.”
She looked back at him, willing him to look down.
Without breaking eye contact, he said, “there’s no need to use that tone Jen, it was just a question.”
“I’ll use any tone I want!” She argued.
As the words came out she reflected on how poor their relationship was. She wanted to stop, even to say something nice but the curse wouldn't let her.
“Jen, I’m not in the mood for your attitude tonight.” He sighed.
“Then maybe stop talking to me?” She remarked.
“That’s enough, go to your room!” He shot back.
“I don’t have to listen to you, you’re not my dad,” she responded.
In moments, she could feel her bra loosen and her groin swell. “Fuck... Why... Why couldn't I just be nice to him... No...” She thought, as she felt her eyes becoming watery with tears.
“GO!” He commanded with a bit of force.
Now feeling more distressed than argumentative, she got up and quickly left the room, once again feeling the balloon in her groin as it slapped her thighs with each step...