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Family Movie Day

Introduction: A girl, forced to accompany her family to the movies is treated to a whole new experience.
This is my expanded version of that short story with my own twist.

As always, comments, criticisms and kudos always welcome and encouraged.

Family Movie Day

Family movie day, what a joke, all that meant was, I got dragged to a movie that my annoying stepmom wanted to see. She always got anything she wanted. The funny thing is my dad was just as excited to see the same lame animated Disney movie. What a dork.

I tried my best to get out of it, but my mom insisted. I was hoping to have a little alone time, and maybe even sneak into mom's kinky toy collection. But no, instead I was forced to sit through a two-hour movie I didn't want to see.

Of course again, because of my stepmom, we got to the theater late and weren't able any good seats. We were so late that we had to sit in the very last row, and was forced to sit next to some stranger. The lights were already dimmed and previews were playing by the time we finally got there, so I never got a good look at the man, thankfully he didn't seem too bad, at least he smelled good.

Having to sit next to a stranger in the movies is always uncomfortable. After I took my seat next to him, the man greeted me by leaned over and whispering, ”Hi. How are you doing?” Which I thought was nice.

”I'm good.” I said shyly, then added because I didn't want to seem rude, ”How are you?”

”I'm good.” he whispered, ”Are you excited to see this movie?”

I shrugged my shoulders, ”No, not really.” I said.

”Me neither.” Whispered the man.

Looking down the row of seats, I saw that my mom and dad were all focused on the coming attractions. As usual, none of them paying any attention to me.

I felt a lot more comfortable with the man sitting next to me, he seemed nice. I liked that he was talking to me, not my slutty mom.I liked it, it made me feel special and desirable. And each time he whispered to me, he’d gently brush the side of my leg with the back of his hand.

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