Name: Annabelle Ambrose<br/>Time: Friday, 4:39<br/>Location: Kitchen<br/>Target: James, Open<br/><br/>Uncrossing my toned legs, I emerge from the back of the private car. Being only 5 1, I am left again having to look up into the sunglass wearing eyes of the driver as he holds the door, a smirk on his face letting me know he was probably looking at my tits or legs. I should probably be offended, but whatever. Maybe he sees my face while fucking his wife which means I am on his mind. I could probably get something useful from that some day.<br/><br/>I sling my grey backpack over the dark blue blazer of my uniform. There are not many days left of wearing this white blouse, blue blazer, pleated tartan skirt and white knee sock uniform marking me as a member of the elite private school. Coming through the door I hear the music from upstairs and wonder why my sister's tastes are always so blah and why it attracts my brothers.<br/><br/>Entering the kitchen I put my backpack down against the island and prepare a bowl of cereal. Putting on the island with my back to the living room, I pull out my ipad and begin flipping through stuff while eating. I then see the activity out around the backyard pool. "Geez mom" I think "arent you too old to bikini?" But then I look down at myself and think that random thought was probably more motivated by the desire to not be the only woman of the house not to own a bikini. "Fuck. I'll never have the tits to bikini. Still stuck to little kid one pieces. I am just jealous of her I guess."<br/><br/>Seeing I am slightly out of alignment, I quickly rebalance the stuffing around my A(almost b!) cup breasts before putting the bowl back in the sink. Glancing towards the wall clock, I briefly stop on the latest family photo next to it. The moment frozen in time when we are all together and smiling and happy. I am positioned close to Daddy and his hand is on my shoulder in the pose. I get a jolt of warmth remembering how his large hand makes me feel safe. The clock reminds me though that I should be getting ready for tennis tonight. Yay! Another chance for the world to stare at my ass. But that means they stare at me, plus the tennis keeps me from being a fatty.<br/><br/>But then I sigh rememering that nobody from this house, including Daddy, comes to see me play anymore. Wtf? When did my parents stop remembering I existed? Mommy tells me I should be attentive to Daddy, but he is never around me anymore. I don't really knows what she means. I wish she would talk to me again, but it feels like she only has time for my brothers anymore.<br/><br/>Grabbing my pack, I go up the stairs,  the commotion from my siblings already muted in a weird way...