Chapter 1: Revelation

Sarah’s keys tumbled slowly from her numb fingers before plummeting to the doorstep, the rattle muffled by a thick layer of white snow. The cold weather, coupled with a hefty dose of alcohol, had reduced the fifteen-year-old girl’s coordination to where she could hardly stand upright, much less operate complex mechanical devices. She shivered as the biting gale reddened her cheeks and stiffened her legs. Blonde wisps of hair slipped out of her hood and fluttered as she pulled her heavy coat tighter. Her parents’ house loomed over her, the locked front door denying her entrance.

“What a night to wear a skirt,” she thought groggily, trying to sink deeper into her coat and hide from the sub-zero weather. Her head was buzzing, and nothing seemed to quite sit still. The keys were far distant in the snow below and looking down was like peeking over the edge of a cliff. She had to steady herself against the wall and hoped the world would stop spinning soon. Several long seconds passed before the world settled back into place. Sighing dramatically, Sarah carefully bent her knees to begin a slow descent toward the doorstep and her keys. The icy wall stung her fingers as she steadied herself.

Halfway down the dizziness returned. Her hand slipped and she plopped awkwardly into the snow, a cloud of powdery snow surrounding her. It was cold against her bare legs. Her skirt had flared when she fell, and the she could feel the snow rub uncomfortably all the way up to her panties. With shaking fingers she reached out and managed to get a new grip on the painfully cold keys before beginning the agonizingly slow return to the doorknob. Sarah could swear the temperature had dropped another ten degrees in the last five seconds; chills not even alcohol could dull were running down her back.

Lights were on inside, promising comfort and warmth. Her parents were away on a business trip and wouldn’t be back until Sunday night, so it was probably her older brother David. He was spending his winter break from college at home, a temporary escape from unfinished homework and a steady diet of microwaved noodles. As her dad’s business had picked up the trips had become more frequent, leaving Sarah to spend more time at home alone. It was nice to have someone around on the weekends for a change.

David’s best friend Rob was also staying the break, giving them a chance to hang out away from school. They had talked about all their plans for the vacation, but it seemed most of their nights consisted of just sitting around, drinking beer and watching movies. They would certainly have let Sarah in, but she didn’t want them to see her like this. So she tried the lock again.

“That’s it ... no more parties when it’s cold out,” she mumbled when her key suddenly slipped into the lock. A careful turn later she stumbled gratefully into the front hall, covering the floor in snow and shutting the cold winter outside behind her. Her dulled senses could make out voices from the family room but all she could focus on was getting out of her heavy winter clothes. A hot shower sounded pretty good too.

Sarah pulled back the hood on her down jacket to reveal a round face, with big, blue eyes and a button nose. Her cheeks were rosy from cold and alcohol; and her teeth were still chattering. A thick mane of blonde hair had been braided into pigtails and away from her face. Wisps had escaped and were sticking out at impossible angles. Thin legs showed under a huge jacket that hid the rest of her body from view. Slowly, she popped open the buttons with her frozen fingers until she could shrug the jacket off, leaving it to dry on the floor. It was as if the short girl had just halved in size.

She was slim, but with curves that belied her age. She wore a small, white sleeve-less blouse that looked about a size too small. Coupled with a patterned push-up bra, it emphasized and exaggerated her already full breasts. Tight around her torso, it stopped short of her midriff, leaving it bare. Below, a short, black skirt flared, bringing attention to her curvy hips. The skirt swung enticingly when she wiggled them. A pair of thin, but shapely, legs appeared a little above mid-thigh and a pair of black knee socks outlined her firmcalves. Two-inch platform boots added a little height, but that still only put the diminutive girl at five-foot-one. Her outfit looked indecent and inviting, the effect she had been aiming for.

Absent until recently, her curves had made their entrance overnight. Her male classmates had finally sat up and taken notice. One had crudely remarked that “her tits looked like they were just about a good handful” before boldly requesting an opportunity to confirm his hypothesis. He’d gotten a slap for that, but Sarah had enjoyed the attention. So she had started to dress for more. She’d certainly been the hit of the party tonight.

After picking at her laces with stiff fingers for what seemed like a lifetime, she gave up. Changing tactics, she gave her right boot a yank that almost sent her headlong into the closet, but when she had regained her balance she was still holding it in her hands. With a more careful tug she removed the other. She tossed them on the floor next to her jacket.

“I’ll hang them up later,” she rationalized before heading carefully down the hallway toward the stairs, using the wall for support. She didn’t notice the dark shadow moving into her path from the family room until it was too late. By the time her dulled reflexes had a chance to react she had already collided and fallen to the floor, her tailbone catching the brunt of the impact.

“Sarah! You ok?” a concerned voice exclaimed as she winced and ran a hand over the sore bump on her behind. “I didn’t hear you come in!” She looked up to see David standing over her, reaching out a hand to help her back up. At six-foot-two, he towered over her like a giant.