"Leslie...."

"Leslie..."

The voice was now joined by a gentle nudge.

"Leslie, honey it's 4 o'clock in the afternoon for heaven's sake wake UP." Gentleness, gone.

Leslie opened one bleary eye and then the other, peering through a cloud of her own brown hair at her mother fussing about her room.

"Moooooooooom..." She groaned, whether at the wake up call or at the invasion of her mess though was unclear.

"I am leaving for dinner with the girls. Your father is asleep on the sofa. I left dinner in the fridge make sure your father eats." Her mother dropped the clothes she was holding in a defeated huff.

"Honestly maybe you should spend more time cleaning your room and less time sleeping the day away. Lord knows why you would be so tired."

"Bye Mom" she said, her voice barely intelligible through a mouthful of pillow.

Her mother shook her head. A few minutes later Leslie heard the garage door open and close signaling her mother's departure.

What her mom DIDN'T know was that she had a very good reason for being tired. Unbeknownst to her disciplinarian parents Leslie had been out last night, out all night in fact. She had just managed to stumble home, drunk, as the sun came up.

Eventually she managed to roll to the edge of her bed and get her feet to the floor. Even this proved difficult. Reaching into her nightstand she found her vape pen and weed oil and took a hit. She felt better almost immediately, at least well enough to make it to the shower.

Making her way down the hallway to the bathroom she heard her dad snoring below and grinned at the familiar sound.

The steaming water washing over her invigorated her even more and she felt any remaining traces of a hangover vanish. At 18 she was still blessed with the recuperative powers of youth so the seemingly gallons of vodka that had poured through her last night were gone.

Standing in front of the steamy bathroom mirror braiding her wet hair she got to do one of her favorite activities, admiring herself. With her make up washed off she was still beautiful, with the olive skin and large brown eyes of both her Latino parents. Her hair was brown and long, typically falling to her mid back but braided just to her shoulders. She was lean with a flat stomach and smooth muscled thighs that can only come with the effortlessness of youth. Her hips were wide and her shoulders were narrow and thanks to a new found interest in yoga her butt was going from "kinda sorta round" to "definitely curvy."

But by far her best feature were her breasts. Full, round and somehow pert D cup breasts that barely fit her small frame. At first she had been embarrassed as both genders of classmates made fun of her. As they moved further into puberty though Leslie learned that her physical features made her the envy of the girls and very pursued by the boys. She didn't mind either.

Spinning on her heel she went back to her room, pulling on a baggy sweatshirt and microfiber shorts that were just barely on the edge of what her father would deem appropriate. She loved them though and they were crazy comfortable.

Tip toeing on bare feet downstairs she slipped into the kitchen, foregoing her mothers prepared roast chicken for a bag of chips and dip. She knew she probably shouldn't be eating this, despite the gym she would be going to college in about a year and she wanted to look her best. Her hangover and weed convinced her otherwise.

Finishing her snack she made her way through the house to the living room where her father was. They were not wealthy, upper middle class at best, but they did have a nice home. Both her parents worked and were incredibly fastidious with their money. So while they always had exactly what they needed Leslie seldom ever got more than what her parents deemed absolutely necessary. So while her freinds had designer clothes or fancy vacations, Leslie was stuck with her older brothers clunker of a car, family road trips to her grandmas house and anything off the sale rack at Target.

Her father Edgar was deeply asleep on his favorite recliner, a hockey game on in the background. On his chest rested his iPad, the only one in the house ("Why do we need TWO for?!" Was there response when she asked for her own).

Like a burglar lifting a prize diamond Leslie carefully and slowly removed it from her father's hands. Besides a faint snuffle he didn't move.

Swiping open front screen she found it locked. Only her dad knew the password, supposedly. But fortunately for her he was not that creative. Tapping in her own birthday opened it up.

Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head at what greeted her. The last app her father had used was open, an Internet browser with the privacy setting activated. He had at least a dozen tabs open but the most immediate one was a young girl with dark hair and huge breasts barely contained by a swimsuit with a cock in her mouth. It appeared to be an amateur photo.

Leslie looked up from the iPad to check her father's condition. He snored in response.

She began to click through his other tabs and found more of the same. Some were incredibly X rated and certainly not amateur. Otherwise we're just photos of girls fully clothed, like they came straight off of Instagram. But in all of them the same two things popped up again and again. All the girls were young and very big breasted, and most of them were dark haired and skinned.

A gif of a young girl, topless but in shorts very similar to the ones Leslie wore now, licking the cum off her own splattered breasts played and Leslie realized she was beginning to get wet.

She was also beginning to get an idea.