We thought we had a normal family. Mom and Dad worked and didn’t get home until six thirty or seven. When we were younger, we had a nanny. When I was ten, Maria was deported, so Sissy, my sister, and I were left to fend for ourselves.
I doubted that our parents even knew what we were doing, in school and out, for most of our lives. With Maria leaving, it left a void in our lives. We, or I for sure, began to think of her as our mother. I’m sure that she loved us too, but it didn’t last.
Our parents got the baby thing over with within the first two years of their marriage. Then they could go on about making their fame and fortune in the corporate world. I did have a sort of resentment toward them too. Whenever they were around, I felt as if they were invading our space.
We live in an exclusive and very stuck-up neighborhood. We were allowed to go out to “visit” with our friends, but we had better not let one of their parents see us with even a little smudge on us. Our parents would certainly hear about it. That is why we spent most of our time in the house, either in front of the TV or at a computer. We had several of each to choose from.
Like I said, Sissy and I were left on our own after Maria left. Mom felt that, at ten, I was old enough to take care of Sissy. She was nine at the time. My only complaint was that I had very little privacy. I was almost eleven, and I had heard most of the “talk” at school. I had reached a point in my life where I needed to lock a door once in a while. Every time I did, there was a knock, and I had to answer it. It was always Sissy with something stupid.
One day, when I was fifteen, I had locked myself in the bathroom and was at a ‘crucial point’ in what I was doing when there was a knock at the door. Usually, I could hear her approaching, but this time she startled me limp. I was pissed. I decided to startle her. Instead of pulling my pants up and opening the door, I waddled over to the door with my pants still around my ankles and opened the door. She had her fist up to knock again as I opened it. She just glared at me and then at my dick.
“You could have just told me that you were masturbating, and I would have left you alone,” she said. “Of course, if you want me to watch you...” She turned to walk away but turned right back. “Does that really feel good?”
I should have known it was too good to be true. Mom and Dad said they would be out shopping all afternoon. But I figured I didn't have to worry about them. Without fail, no matter how long they said they would be gone, it was inevitable that it would be twice as long as they predicted before they got back. If they were just "running to the store for a few things" and said they would be back in fifteen minutes, it would be a minimum of thirty, if not forty five or even an hour. This time they said they would be gone "a couple of hours." Therefore I knew it would be many hours until they returned, probably not until well after dinner time.
"You sure you don't want to come along?" My mom had asked.
"No, I'm just gonna hang here, maybe watch a movie or something," I said.
"We'll be gone for a couple of hours," my dad added. Yeah, right.
"OK Guys. Take your time. I love you both."
"Call us, or text us if you need anything Samantha."
"I will, Mom."
"We love you too, Honey," My dad told me. "And remember to lock the door when we go, Sammie. You'll be here all alone."
"OK, Dad. Although, I am seventeen, in case you forgot. I have been home alone before. But of course, I'll throw the deadbolt as soon as you're gone."
My little brother Bobby had slept over at his friend Drew's house the night before. They had soccer practice, or little league, or bowling ... something like that ... that morning. Then he was spending the rest of the day with Drew's family, which he does all the time. I was sure that after whatever activity they had (soccer, kite flying, etc.), they would all go to get something to eat, or for ice cream, or to a movie or something like that. My mom said Bobby was staying at Drew's again that night, so I didn't think I had to worry about seeing him at all. Besides, he's loud as hell, so I felt certain that if he came home unexpectedly, I would hear him from the moment he entered the house.