This story is part of the Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025.
It is entirely made up - based only on the fantasies in my head.
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Helen rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she padded into the bathroom. She yawned, closed the door, and slipped out of her pajamas. A flicker of annoyance ran through her as she eyed the dirty jocks on the floor. Last week Helen moved in with three boys - a new reality that would take some getting used to.
'Oh well, at least they're fun,' she thought, turning the taps. And she meant it. So far, the slightly messier house was well worth the trade-off for the entertaining company. Especially compared to living with her boring ex.
Helen stepped into the warm water, relaxing into it, then heard the door handle rattle.
'They'll realise I'm in here and turn right back around.'
Through the water running over her face though, she saw a darkly-clad figure dash toward her, thrusting something at her.
Helen screamed. The sound echoed loudly off the tiles around them.
"Oh my gawd- I THOUGHT YOU WERE Chris!" Grant yanked the hockey mask off his face, only to look her over in shock and then slap his hand over his eyes.
"You asshole!" Helen's voice came out as a shrill shriek, as Grant started blindly backing up, arm flailing behind him as he searched for the door.
"I'm so sorry! Here - delete it!" He threw his phone onto the tiles and slammed the door behind him. A moment passed, and Helen couldn't help but laugh at Grant's reaction. She did snatch his phone off the floor before it locked though. Ignoring the water streaming off her, she played the video.
"April Fools Day is finally here!" Grant snickered. He held a plastic knife in front of him as he walked up the hall towards the bathroom.
"Helen's at work, and Jimmy's still asleep. Chris however, is up. And is therefore our first victim. We're gonna start easy on him today. We're doing it old school."
Helen watched him open the bathroom door and rush at her naked form. Seeing the shock on her face, she pauses the video just before her scream. She didn't need to hurt her ears like that again. Helen had to admit though, she looked damned sexy. Her workouts had been paying off more than she realised, and the bronze evidence of her recent beach getaway was eye-catching. Especially where her tan stopped only an inch from her nipples, framing them nicely in a pale little triangle of skin. Helen decided the micro-bikini she'd bought for the trip had been a brilliant investment.
'Don't want him deciding to keep this later,' she mutters. Grant was just a man, after all. And she was a woman, naked on his phone. Helen hesitates, then forwards the video to herself before hitting delete. Helen admired herself in the mirror, water still dripping off her. Hard, pebbled nipples stood proudly in their frame of pale skin. She ran a finger over one lightly, admiring the dark shade of pink. A syrupy warmth started to spread through her. Helen missed her tits as soon as she wrapped them in the towel.
She was surprised she didn't feel more embarrassed by the situation with Grant. If she was being honest, it was actually a little exhilarating. April Fool's pranks were a household tradition for the boys, they had excitedly warned her as soon as she said she wanted to move in.
"If you don't want to partake, you'd better stay away from the house and the yard between 12.01am and 11.59pm on 1 April," Chris had explained.
"Some pranks are set up around the house and aren't aimed at one person, so we can't avoid you." Helen had never been involved in many pranks, but she'd decided it was exactly the kind of distraction she needed right now. Granted, she had thought she'd be at work for most of the day. She was slightly more apprehensive now that her schedule had changed and she was home, but still excited. Until she got back to her room.
Her fucking underwear were gone. And her bras.
Helen sighs loudly, slamming the drawer shut. Dropping her towel, she pulls a t-shirt straight over her bare breasts. The shirt was thin but loose - hopefully hiding her lack of bra. Looking at her options for bottoms she hesitated. It was stinking hot this week. Helen had been working since she moved in and hadn't had time to unpack. Her only options now were her dirty work pants, a mini skirt, and a thin pair of pajama shorts. With another sigh, Helen reached for the shorts and pulled them on. The cotton was white and very thin, and they were so short they rode up her ass a bit without any underwear on - but they were better than a mini-skirt with no panties so they would have to do.
"Maybe after breakfast I'll try find some more clothes amongst the chaos inside my car." Helen cringed internally as she thought about the piles of boxes and bags still waiting to be unpacked.
Heading to the kitchen, Helen slides some bread into the toaster and glances at the clock. It was almost 9am, she had plenty of time to get some unpacking done today. Opening the fridge, she grabs the communal orange juice and pours herself a glass. She was halfway through it when the power went out.
Helen yelped, startled by the sudden pitch into darkness, as well as the loud pop of her toast. She felt it. It wasn't quite ready but it would have to do. Foul exclamations came from one of the bedrooms, and Helen smiled despite herself.
She was leaning with her elbows on the counter, finishing her breakfast when James appeared.
"Morning!" She chirped brightly, trying to show a good attitude about the pranks. James looked at her - or, at least Helen thought he did. It was hard to tell in this lighting.
"Good morning," he grumbled, grabbing a banana. His hair was damp and he must have already eaten breakfast, so he'd probably been up a while - which was unusual for him at this time. Helen wondered if it was because he was nervous about the pranks.
'Or maybe he was up early setting up his pranks!' She thought with a thrill, wondering what he had planned.
