Pick it up and bring it with you
From Create Your Own Story
You remember the rude wake-up you received this morning and scowl. You snatch up the rock and stomp to the door - strong woman or not, she needs to keep those little terrorists under control.
You don't even feel the rough, ancient stone beneath your heavily calloused soles as you descend the dimly lit, uneven steps. As you walk down the hall towards the family's chambers, one of the tiny terrors bolts out of the doorway and runs headlong into you, sending you flying backward onto the hard ground.
"Aw, come on!" You scream in frustration, rubbing your bruised tailbone. That really hurt! You glare at the child, who wears a goofy grin and is staring somewhere well below your face. You look down at your splayed legs and your nightgown bunched around your thighs, and quickly realize that his eyes are feasting on your very bare, very smooth and very exposed pussy. You blush a deep red - remarkable for a girl with your natural tan - and furiously smooth your nightgown down over your legs. Seething, you scramble to your feet, rock poised in your raised hand. But the little pervert doesn't seem afraid, in fact his eyes are glued to your chest - you look down to see that one of your puffy pink nipples, erect from the friction of your clothing, is poking straight through one of the larger holes in your nightgown, fleshy aerola and all on full display. The little boy chooses this moment to drop his pet rat, which skitters over your feet, past you and up the stairs towards your room. You howl in equal parts rage, disgust and shame, clamping your arm over your tits to shield your modesty.
