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Subject: {ASSM} VGSS' Christmas Vacation - "Holiday Rows" (Audrey, F-solo)
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Movie Guy's Sex Stories
Volume 11  - Christmas Vacation - "Holiday Rows"
Rating       NC-17
Pairings     Audrey
Storycodes   F-solo
Summary      Christmastime is always stressful for the Griswold family,
             but this year more than most. Audrey's not about to let that 
             get in the way of letting off a little steam, though...


    Just as it had been every morning for the better part of the week,
Audrey woke up into a haze of jumbled, but erotic imagery, blissfully
lingering between slumber and reality for a few seconds before the last
wisps of her dream began to dissolve away. She could never put her
finger on the specifics of an arousing fantasy, and already it was
slipping away with frustrating speed. All that remained was a teasing
hint of excitement as well as the noticeable dampness in her underwear.

    Groaning in annoyance, the muddled teenager reached towards the
nightstand to see how late it was, and was surprised to discover it was
still rather early. The comings and goings of all her relatives while
they stomped about the house had been steadily chipping away at her
established sleep schedule, but Audrey knew better than to try and get
back to bed after being roused. She would have to make do.

    Just as the slender female rolled back onto her pillow, however,
she detected a suspicious shift of the mattress that her weight alone
couldn't account for. Curiosity gave way to a quick sense of disjointed
confusion at the discovery of someone's hand resting on her shoulder.
The sensation mercifully vanished a second later with a comforting, if
also revolting, realization.

    "Gross, you little twerp..." Audrey grumbled, hunching her back to
get her perverted younger brother's arms untangled from her own body.
Every night since she'd been forced to give up her own bedroom and move
in to this one had been torturous to say the least. Just thinking about
his adolescent reaction every time their skin touched during the night
was enough to make her shudder violently. Seeing the obvious bulge
under his side the covers every morning was even worse, though she had
to admit he probably got hard-ons even without his sister there to help
stimulate them.

    Audrey swung her lower limbs over the side of the bed, probing out
gingerly with her toes for a pair of slippers while tiny marks quickly
popped out on each exposed leg. "If all these people weren't hogging
the heat..." she mused silently, slipping her feet inside a set and
coming to a standing position, rubbing her sides for warmth while her
brain cold-started to another trip through the bowels of hell that was
life with the Griswold's.

    She looked back at the unconscious Rusty, frankly amazed that he'd
been able to control himself during the night to not end up with a hand
down his pants, though still irritated that she had to suffer like this
at all. The way Audrey had haphazardly left the bedspread meant that a
draft would inevitably permeate the open gaps and wake her brother up.
For a moment, she considered tucking him back in, but just as quickly
remembered the miserable lot of having to shrug off her horny sibling's
nocturnal arousal. "Good..." she thought wickedly. "Serves the prick
right..."

***

    Creeping out of the room, Audrey was surprised to hear a potent din
wafting up the stairway. She had assumed that few people would be up
this early, but soon reasoned that her extended family was insane, and
kept on living solely to make her life absolutely miserable. Groggily,
the curly-haired girl remembered the family's plans to go out shopping
and that she still had quite a few gifts to get. Spurred to action, the
lithe female glided away on tiptoe, scampering down the hall to secure
the bathroom before anyone else could queue up in line.

    A slick smile spread across her lips at the thought of even a few
minutes of blissful privacy. Living with her family was hard enough,
but the influx of ten extra people in a house that normally served four
was catastrophe to say the least. Audrey was so pleased with her luck
that she didn't even notice light seeping through the door's cracks as
she turned the knob to open it.

    "Oh..." her mother said suddenly, tightening a towel around herself
and clearly caught off-guard by her daughter's unannounced ingress.
"Good morning."

    "You're up early." Audrey replied drowsily, wincing as the bright
lights destroyed the last vestiges of sleep in her eyes. Fortunately,
the elder Griswold just seemed to be collecting a few things from the
medicine cabinet.

    "Well, I wanted to fix myself up before..." she started, her voice
broken mid-sentence by the sharp sound of a plate shattering in the
kitchen downstairs. The raspy grouching of Uncle Louis followed soon
after in a call for more oatmeal. Ellen rolled her eyes back and sighed
heavily. "But they're always one step ahead..." Collecting a huge mess
of bottles, vials, and makeup in her arms, she stepped out and made way
for Audrey.

    "Thanks..." the eager youth said, slipping inside before anything
else could stand between her and a nice, long, hot shower.

    "Don't lock the door, Audrey..." Ellen answered, bracing for the
inevitable backlash.

    "Mom..." the sullen teenager shot back immediately, struggling to
explain such a situation was patently unacceptable. "I don't *like*
sharing..."

    Putting on her best Christmas face, Ellen turned to her daughter
with an understanding, but stern expression. "You know we're all making
sacrifices." she repeated calmly, rehearsing the line she'd used on her
son and husband alike for some time now. "There's only two bathrooms,
and everyone needs to... compromise."

    "If I catch the *disease* peeking..." Audrey groused back.

    "Just try and hurry up..." Ellen replied helplessly, offering a
shrug and lame smile before stepping out and giving Audrey the blissful
solitude she was able to enjoy in this room alone now.

    Breaking out into a lukewarm grin at the restrictions her mom had
set down, the nymph-like girl thumped over to the shower, leaning over
the toilet bowl and opening one half of the sliding glass doors. With a
dramatic and wasteful expenditure of energy, she inefficiently spun the
hot knob all the way and sent a torrent of water into the tub, adding a
dash of cold just make it bearable. After an interminable wait, the icy
residual was completely drained from the pipes, allowing heavenly-warm
clouds of steam to begin billowing out from the stall's open top.

    Anxious to get in due to both a ravenous desire to plunge her body
into the rejuvenating spray and get behind the limited privacy of the
semi-transparent shower door, Audrey paused for a moment to listen for
approaching footsteps, then quickly grabbed the sleeves of her heavy
sweatshirt in turn, pulling the garment off her head and dropping it to
the tiled floor. She followed suit with the pair of jogging pants and
shimmied out of them without any further delay, leaving the budding
teenager clad in only a thin tee-shirt and her underwear.

    Keeping her back to the door so that if any nosy relatives happened
to barge in they would only see her butt instead of the more intimate
areas, Audrey nonchalantly peeled off her top. With both pert breasts
released to the frigid air of the bathroom, she could feel her nipples
instantly tighten even further than they already had been, forming hard
protrusions that made the young girl look patently aroused.

    She ignored the attractive urge to massage them into a more relaxed
state, knowing the hot water would soon take care of it anyway. With a
last flourish, Audrey quickly shimmied out of her flowery panties. Her
attractive vee, not even requiring a trim yet, was on display for only
a moment before its owner stepped into the tub, risking the barest
delay just to test the water before immersing herself in its soothing
cascade.

    Her mind was well aware of the countdown that had already begun
towards an inexorable procession of griping, knocks, and then pounding
that would most certainly result from her daring to require use of the
bathroom. For a blissfully terse interlude, Audrey simply stood under
the soothing stream, allowing the heat to permeate her numb body and
restore feeling to it once again. As soon as she felt warm enough to
wash, the satisfied girl reached into the soapdish to get started.

    There was only a forlorn sliver left of the usual stuff, and she
wasn't willing to bet on there being any unpilfered supplies left under
the sink. Rather than go through the trouble of covering herself to pad
down the hall and get some more from the closet, Audrey grabbed the red
bar her mother used, frowning in vexation as she did so. Not that she
didn't like the way mom smelled, but as a teenager, it was important
for her to be her own person. She'd always thought the name-brand scent
was much too strong.

    Shrugging, she lathered her hands up and started rubbing herself
down anyway. The steam made its cherry-apple smell bloom instantly,
filling the room with a cheerful, happy aroma. Audrey tried to ignore
it and began gliding both hands across her boobs, working the bubbles
into her skin and taking a small degree of comfort in the excited way
her flesh responded to being all slicked up. Her nipples tingled with
each delightful prick of water, making it all that much harder when the
excited female had to move down to her taut belly, stopping just before
that special area which was best saved until the end.

    Audrey continued with little fanfare, speedily zipping up each arm
and down her back -- smiling a bit as she did her soft, satiny behind.
Instead of pressing each leg against the wall like when shaving, the
dour Griswold merely bent down to tend to her feet and lower limbs. It
wasn't even worth thinking about someone walking in while she was in
such a compromising position.

    Exchanging the bar for a bottle of shampoo, Audrey squired a dollop
on her hand, thankful that she was keeping her hair much shorter than
it had been just a few years ago. That final bit of rinsing took only a
few minutes, and when it was done she was left with a curious sense of
adventure. Standing there, sparkling and fresh, she realized that not
once did anyone barge in or even rap impatiently on the door. It had
been awhile since she had enough privacy to take care of herself *that*
way, and the idea was certainly appealing. The question remained -- was
it worth the risk?

    As she brought a hand down to her crotch to wash that oft-neglected
part of herself, the svelte girl knew at once what her answer would be.
Audrey's neck craned back on its own as she lit up the pleasure centers
in her loins with a swift pass from her slick fingers. Bracing herself
against the wall, she made gentle circles around her aching labia and
couldn't help but groan softly despite having to repress how she truly
felt by the house's paper-thin walls.

    She was just started to really get into it -- rocking her hips in
tune with each delicate motion and eyelids slowly dropping shut from
the entrancing rhythm when a horrifying creak snapped her right back to
reality. Angry and flustered at the same time, Audrey turned away and
snatched up the soap just as the door flew open all the way. A close
call, but she still was still infuriated at the forced flame-out.

    "I'm not here to look..." Aunt Edna brushed her off with a wave,
not at all caring that she'd left the door open. "Would only remind me
what I've lost over the years..."

    "Gross!" Audrey thought, daring to align herself sideways with the
door so she could make sure no one else decided to help themselves to
the view. Thankfully, Edna only needed a few seconds to steal some of
Ellen's perfume before making her exit, pulling the door weakly enough
to leave it still remain ajar. "Oh, great..." the wet teenager muttered
silently, frustratedly rubbing her clit to keep aroused while keeping a
careful eye on the threshold. She knew she'd have to get out and close
it before continuing on -- fuck!

    Diverting her attention for only a second, Audrey wrung her hands
under the shower to clean off the soap, not hearing the steady thumping
outside in the hallway. She'd barely finished and was reaching for the
sliding glass panel which when it suddenly jerked of it's own accord --
moving open to reveal the perpertually-smiling face of her uncle Eddie.

    "Aw, don't mind me..." he drawled casually, paying little heed as
Audrey gasped and covered herself. "I'll only be a minute." Too shocked
to even fathom a reply, the girl simply watched as he reached over to a
suction-cupped basket in the corner, rummaging around noisily before
finding what he was looking for.

    "Goes great with eggs!" Eddie explained, proudly holding aloft a
can of shaving cream and giving no indication that such a piece of
advice could possibly be questioned. Then, to Audrey's utter disgust,
he ran his gaze completely up and down her body for several seconds.
She was just about ready to open her mouth in protest when he ended the
awkward encounter for her.

    "Clark was right..." he said, nodding slightly as if in pensive
thought. "You're gonna be one hell of a beaut!" Giving her a sly wink,
he made that grating clicking sound with his tongue and walked out,
leaving her more rattled than ever.

    "God... dammit..." she hissed through clenched teeth, discovering
once again that the bathroom was still open to any passerby. Wanting
desperately to get back to business, Audrey stepped out of the tub and
hastily seized a towel, pinning it to her neck to conceal most of her
dripping form. Walking carefully so as not to slip, she crossed over to
the door and had just pressed her fingers against it when she noticed
her cousin Rocky staring wide-eyed in her direction from the other end
of the L-shaped landing.

    Huffing irritatedly, she slammed the wooden barrier and felt an
uncomfortable breeze wash over her lower body. Groaning at what she
knew it meant, Audrey looked down and saw she'd been holding the towel
lengthwise instead of the more sensible way. Her pussy was had been
totally exposed, and would likely be the source of years of wet dreams
for the lucky brat.

    "Hope you enjoyed it..." she groused miffedly, hurling the linen to
the floor and returning to the comfortable haven of the water. It took
a little while for the goose bumps to go away, but by then the warmth
had once again spread to that part of her craving attention. "Please...
just five minutes..." she pled to no one in particular, voraciously
resuming the task of getting herself off.

    Her request went unanswered, but not before giving the youth a
cruel tease of undisturbed solitude. Audrey rubbed her pink folds much
rougher now, anxious to finish up before another relative burst in on
her. Slender digits travelling in a well-practiced pattern around her
womanhood, she deftly popped the tip of her index finger into the tiny
hole. Not enough to chance popping her cherry before its time, lord no.
However, it did give the growing female a deliciously intense thrill as
her tight ring squeezed it approvingly.

    The wonderful pulses of gratification which were carrying her away
were only a hair's breadth from the torrential buildup to climax when
the sound of the doorknob turning forced her to once again abandon
masturbating. "It's just me, honey." her father announced, having no
idea of the anguish which he was causing her daughter. Resigned to yet
another delay, she made an about-face and motioned as if still rinsing
her hair.

    "Ruby Sue's been using our bathroom all morning..." Clark imparted,
coming uncomfortably close to the stall and raising the lid on the
toilet seat. "Something about their trailer park not having running
water yet..."

    "This isn't happening..." Audrey said to herself at the sound of
her dad peeing a scant two feet away. The situation was ridiculous --
not only was she being repeatedly denied a chance to come, but also any
semblance of privacy whatsoever! Though the glass pane was frosted, it
wouldn't be hard for her father to make out the supple curve of his
little girl's ass, or even more if she hadn't kept her back to him. If
he was going to be able to peep, it was time for a little quid pro quo.

    Nonchalantly turning her head, Audrey peered out the corner of her
eye and surreptitiously glanced at the manly figure standing there. She
had to let out a slight gasp upon the realization of just how much meat
her dad was packing. It was, luckily, drowned out by the falling water,
but what came out of the girl's mouth in reaction to her discovery was
still somewhat audible.

    "Christ, he's huge!" she uttered softly, a flood of long-forgotten
memories surfacing about the few times Ellen and Clark had made enough
noise while making love to wake their daughter up. The reason for her
mother's emphatic moans couldn't be clearer now -- in fact, the only
thing that didn't make any sense was how any woman could fit that thing
inside her!

    Audrey's father happened to make out the bewildered whisper, though
fortunately not the exact words. "Hmm?" he asked innocently, shaking
off and tucking his tool in. Then, as the natural response to hearing a
voice, he looked over towards the shower where his angel was standing
in absolute radiance. Even though she wasn't directly facing him, Clark
could make out just enough of her mesmerizing form to suck the breath
from his lungs. The alluring way Audrey's skin glittered through the
foggy door provided just enough relief to accent her proud, pert chest
and the matted triangle below which ultimately drew his full gaze.

    "Daddy!" she finally shrieked, at last noticing the glassed-over
look in her father's eyes as he thoughtlessly stared at her. Clark made
a double-take and backpedaled away rapidly, profusely sputtering an
awkward apology before departing. Audrey proceeded to glare haughtily
in his direction anyway, knowing the time had come for drastic action.
If she didn't finish things immediately, there might not be another
chance until after Christmas!

    She glanced threateningly around the tub, demanding something show
itself that could assist her. Then, poking out of the same plastic rack
that uncle Eddie had been scrounging in, she noticed a slender bottle
of moisturizer with a perfectly smooth top. "Perfect..." the desperate
female purred, eagerly scooping it up and snuggling the tapered cap in
contact with her nether orifice.

    Audrey could only manage an incomprehensible "mmm" as she slid the
inch-long tip in as far as she could bear. The smooth bottle's sides
bumped right up against her sensitive vulva, providing a fabulous bonus
to the brilliant jolts of pleasure already going off within her quim.
Another curt "ahh" of relief accompanied the first sough as the aroused
teen carefully withdrew the makeshift dildo from her hole and rammed it
back in with relish. She was all smiles now -- every last trace of the
otherwise disastrous morning melting away under the calming effect of
complete vaginal stimulation.

    Extending a shaky hand to the shower's rear wall, Audrey steadied
herself and began grinding her hips onto pointed bulge with impressive
speed. The accidental discovery of her dad's massive penis had actually
invigorated the horny female further, causing her to conjure up a host
of depraved images in her mind even as she continued to do patently
un-ladylike things with the improvised phallus.

    Bolts of white-hot ecstasy ripped through Audrey's body, much more
rapid and intense than usual. She was dimly aware of a faint, helpless
sensation as her bare feet began to slide on the slippery floor of the
tub as a result of focusing all her attention towards that tiny region
between her legs. With a contented sigh, the wily youth merely peered
about and found her answer.

    Though common sense told her to go easy when trying out new methods
of self-pleasure, Audrey was in no mood to be gentle. Still pounding
the bottle into her slit, she hobbled over to the center of the shower
and aimed it directly toward the soap dish where it mercifully locked
into the recess with perfect stability. Grinning, the enraptured girl
held it in place with both arms and sank fully onto her unorthodox
member, yelping in glee as unexplored levels of pleasure swallowed her
consciousness.

    In a matter of moments, the restrained teenager had shrugged off
all notions of restraint and was totally focused with fucking herself
with the plastic object. Audrey plunged the narrow cap heedlessly into
her pussy, scarcely aware of how hard her pelvic bone was slamming the
container without the cushioning her hands had previously provided. She
was trying not to think about the tell-tale vibrations her emphatic
gyrations were causing to resonate throughout the wall which she was
passionately making love to, but it was turning out to be extremely
difficult. Despite being willing to give anything for the mind-blowing
explosion of an orgasm, some part of the young Griswold couldn't seem
to commit herself to conclude such an amazing epiphany just yet.

    Eyes long since closed so as not to look at the horribly grotesque
sight of her vagina bulging with each forceful lunge, Audrey commanded
her already-exhausted brain to block out everything save the pulsating
entrance of her womanhood, concentrating on jabbing the firm tip which
was wedged inside even deeper with every passing second. It worked
magnificently, and soon Audrey was perched on her tiptoes with calves
and butt tightening in anticipation of the ride she was about to take.
The illusion was so thorough she heard nothing at all as the bathroom
door opened one final time, riveted to her own affairs.

    Rusty lazily approached the sink before hearing something strange
coming from behind the translucent glass. It took him a second to make
it out, since he normally only heard *that* particular sound in the
basement of a friend's house on the rare occasion when one of them had
managed to procure a porno tape. But before he'd even shifted his head
over in the direction to take a closer look, the mental gears had
already made out who it belonged to, and Russ' eyes bulged wide open.

    At first he thought she was in there with someone else, since the
way Audrey was moaning easily explained how it looked like she was
impaling her cunt over and over again on someone's thick rod. The lack
of space between her and the wall, however, convinced him that he was
actually seeing something far more rare. As he would come to understand
later in life, most woman fucked dozens of times before feeling bold
enough to let a man witness this most private, intimate act. Some, like
moody Audrey, would never share the breathtaking demonstration. Rusty
was lucky indeed.

    With no clue her brother was watching every nuance of what she was
doing and lovingly committing it to memory, the horny female opened her
mouth in a deep, rasping groan as she finally crested the tide. Tightly
gripping the bottle, her unsullied sheath gripped the probe firmly with
each intrusion, passing on the sensation to the whole of Audrey's body
in a wave of warm flutterings. Her melodic pants became irregular and
coarse as the pretty girl's fingers lost their tenuous grip, striking
her crimson-tinged clit in uncontrollable spasms of joy.

    Like a thirsty animal seeking out a few last drops of refreshment,
Audrey collapsed against the wall, heaving for breath as she allowed
the top of the bottle to penetrate her one final time. Her overworked
passage throbbed weakly in protest, but resting there, against the
wall, the replete girl could think of nothing more right and relaxing.
The idea of someone catching her in such a vulnerable pose didn't even
occur, much less that of anyone having been witness to the whole show.

    Rusty was beyond the ability to make a coherent judgement, though,
and subsequently bungled his way into missing out on what could have
been several more long glances at his sister. Unsure how to extricate
himself from this situation without being noticed, it so foolishly
occurred to him to act natural and simply do what he came here to do.
Rolling up his sleeves, the youngest Griswold stepped over to the sink
and turned the blue knob all the way.

    When Audrey heard the water begin to run, her first thought was to
pretend nothing was amiss, either. Flexing her poor, sensitive vaginal
muscles, she felt streams of her juices dripping down each thigh as
soon as her swollen genitals were lifted off the plastic. The worried
teenager's heart began to race at the thought of someone behind her,
and just before she summoned the courage to spin around and confront
them, the first warm pricks began to pelt her delicate flesh.

    "GET OUT, YOU FUNGUS!" she screamed, dropping the bottle noisily to
the ground in her haste to scuttle directly underneath the showerhead
and avoid its scalding spray. Her brother happened to think that was an
excellent idea and immediately relinquished control of the cold water.
Not even pausing to dry his hands, he zipped out and closed the way
behind him, thankful no one else was near enough to see what Audrey had
been yelling about.

     It was only after tiptoeing back to his room that Russ realized
exactly how fortunate he was. His secret was relatively safe now that
his morose sibling had caught him apparently being inconsiderate rather
than perverted. Heck, this was just the beginning of what could very
well be a most rewarding hobby...


03/04/05 - VGSS
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