Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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I trudged home off the bus, the rain falling in vertical sheets, my umbrella protecting me and creating a cascade of water around me. The bus had been crowded and a smelly woman had sat herself beside me almost as soon as I had gotten on, and she had only got off one stop before me. I just hoped that she planned to have a shower when she got home. I pitied the people that she had to spend all day with. I had ignored her, staring out of the bus window as we wound our way from the town centre to the suburbs.
The downside of working in the centre of town is that you pretty much have to use public transport to get to work, traffic in and out during rush hours is just a non stop crawl. True the buses whiz along the bus only lanes, but then they stop every minute to let passengers on or off, so at the end of the day they are not much quicker than cars, just less stressful, and when you get to your destination, you don't have to try and find somewhere to park.
Work was a five minute walk from the bus stop, a featureless office in the centre of town, ideally located in the summer when the days were warm and you could explore the shops. Home was a ten minute walk from the suburban bus stop where the only thing you had to worry about was avoiding the dog excrement that thoughtless owners didn't clear up.
Within a five minute walk from home I had a number of good take-aways and restaurants, and that had been one of the reasons I had chosen this house over the other options. It wasn't the cheapest, but the local facilities were pretty top notch. I unlocked and opened my front door, shaking my umbrella and then furling it and putting it by the radiator, and then I slipped off my coat and draped it over the back of a chair I kept in front of the radiator for rainy days.
I turned the heating up a few degrees, I was feeling the cold, and the woman on the bus had me craving a shower, it was as if her odour had permeated my hair and skin. I shuddered at her memory. Tomorrow was a Saturday, I could lay in, although I rarely did, my brain still woke me up at six in the morning work or not, and regardless of what time I went to bed the evening before. It was as if my brain hated me.
I went up to my bedroom and stripped. My jacket and skirt would be fine for next week, I checked, no odour. My blouse went into the laundry as did my bra and knickers. I rubbed my mound, no, I didn't need to shave, I would be fine, I would have a bath on Sunday and shave then. I put some leggings and a thin top on the radiator to warm for when I came out of the shower, I wouldn't bother with any underwear for the evening.
I turned on the shower, waited a moment for it to get to full pressure and heat and then stepped in. My shower was an over the bath affair, I hated the step in and out, but, it was what I had. It was electric and so didn't require a tank of hot water or an instant heat boiler. It just worked, and I loved the pressure, it was a bit like a jet wash at times, it really pummelled my back.
I stepped out, wrapped a towel around my hair and then patted myself dry with a towel before going into the bedroom and sitting in front of the radiator with my hair dryer. I had treated myself to a Dyson hair dryer a few years ago when it had been in a Black Friday sale. I have to be honest, it wasn't that much better than a cheap one from Curry's. Hair dry and then put into a high pony with a hair band and some grips, I threw my top and leggings on and went downstairs to think about food.
The front door banged, loudly, persistently. Only my brother and the police knock like that. I opened the door.
"Hello Kayleigh," he said, knowing that the full version of my name irritates me. I prefer 'Kay'.
"Hello Matt," I said abbreviating his name which he hates, he prefers the full name of Matthew.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Nothing much, I may go up town after I have eaten, but I am not really fussed, it is chucking it down and going out drinking in the rain can be a chore." I had actually planned on just staying in but Matt doesn't really accept answers like that, so I embellished my response in a way that would end up with me staying in.
"Well you can't go out like that Sis, go and get your glad rags on, we'll go out and eat. I'm Hank Marvin and need food."
"So my little brother is starving huh?" I said.
"Just ever so a lot, and less of the little, I am less than a year younger than you."
"And precisely where do you think we are going? Town will be full."
"Yeah, but you have a whole parade of eateries just around the corner. We can hit them till we find one that can fit us in."
"Fine. You wait here, I'll go and find something to throw on."
I went upstairs and opened my wardrobe. I pretty much knew what I was going to wear, I really only had one posh frock, and that was my Chinese silk blue dress I got from Shein. It had a high neck, short sleeves and finished at the knee. It was suitable for any occasion in any culture. I really loved it, and usually wore it when going out. To be fair, my only other alternative was a low cut red dress with petticoat hem, and I wasn't feeling it today. Also, I didn't need my cleavage on display when I was out with my brother. The blue dress was perfect. I rummaged in my lingerie drawer and found my matching blue underwear, a soft cup blue bra and a blue thong. I wouldn't bother with stockings, although I did have a blue suspender belt to match, but this was my brother, not a hot date.
I stripped my top and leggings off and put my bra and knickers on, and went into the bathroom to clean my teeth and spray a little EDT. As I returned to my bedroom Matt was sat on the edge of the bed.
"Come on sis, time's a wasting."
"Jeez Matt, can't I even dress in peace?"
"No, why should you, come on, hurry up."
I ignored him and stepped into my dress, doing up the four buttons across my left shoulder and smoothing the front down. It was fine, it did not need a steam, I have so few clothes that they rarely get wrinkled in the wardrobe, there is no overcrowding. My blue kitten heels were at the bottom of the wardrobe, I hauled them out and then sat on the bed and put them on.
"Right, there, done, satisfied now?" I said as headed to the stairs, turning my bedroom light off after me and leaving Matt in the dark. My coat was almost dry, certainly dry on the inside, so I could wear it. It didn't go with my outfit in that it was camel coloured, but it was the only decent coat I had. It was either that or a green parka with a furry hood, like Kenny is Southpark.
Matt followed me down and stood hovering behind me.
"What now?" I asked, "I am almost ready."
"I was born ready." He retorted.
"Only for a nudist farm and I am not going to a nudist farm with my brother."
"Oh? Who would you go with?"
"No one that you know Mr. Parker, Mr. Nosey Parker."
"My side is splitting with laughter," he said. I really didn't care one iota.
I put my coat on and buttoned it up down the front, I didn't want to get rain on my silk dress, picked up my handbag and umbrella, and had my house keys in my hand ready.
"Right, shall we go?" I asked, "I suppose you want to share my umbrella."
"Be the sisterly thing to do," he said.
I stood under my canopy and locked the front door, put my keys in my handbag and opened the umbrella and stepped away from the house and into the weather. We walked arm in arm to the street and then turned left towards the shops, Matt walked on my outside, streetside, he was a pillock, but he was good like that.
