Warning: Graphic content, femslash, incest (?) and length.
Everyone enjoy!
Skin off Her Back
(Drew POV)
At the training grounds, swinging a wooden short-sword half-heartedly, there was a child of the goddess of love simmered with rage.
It started off a normal practice, until she got to thinking.
As always her efforts were half-hearted as she didn't want to risk breaking a real sweat. She didn't have people to do her laundry here at Camp after all.
But then she remembered that she did. She could have asked any of her younger siblings to do that before Piper 'Dumpster-Girl' McLean came along preaching to them about 'inner-beauty' like suddenly they were a bunch of losers who needed to put band-aids on their hurt feelings.
Stupid rat-nest for hair, bird-crap for brains, style like moldy cheese Piper McLean!
And just like that Drew was a maniac, all fury and gritted teeth striking the dummy pretending that it was Piper McLean's exposed back, imagining her pleading and sobbing-
-and it was over too soon, wooden sword falling from nerveless fingers and her lungs feeling too big for her ribcage.
"I'm out of shape." Drew muttered in disbelief. Then, practically a wail, "I'm out of shape?"
She stormed off with her eyes watering, telling herself that it was just the sweat. She HATED sweat! Her clothes would get stained and need to be washed and she truthfully didn't know where the washing machines were…
And how could she just lose control like that? Any Campers who witnessed the mini-tantrum shrugged and went back to what they were doing and doubtlessly thought 'that's why she was replaced' and how 'Piper doesn't mind getting sweaty because she's all about inner beauty'.
Bunch of useless sheep!
Honestly, didn't they see that Piper was just as much an Aphrodite child as she was? She just accepted it while Piper, oh no, she'd rather be anything but!
Honestly, why didn't they look at the facts:
1.) She apparently hated being beautiful (she cut her hair like that on purpose!)
2.) She hated it when she got mom's blessing (Drew would kill to have her skin instantly cleared up).
3.) She hated being called a 'knockout' by a hot guy (whose bones Drew would totally jump)
and 4.) Worst of all, Lil' Miss Movie-Star was ashamed that her dad was a super-hot superstar in Hollywood!
Honestly, did she have a mental disorder or something?
Fact was Piper McLean hated everything that other Aphrodite children craved: attention. And just what kinda freak was allowed to lead the cabin now? She should've accepted the challenge, and kicked the little tramp so hard her "inner-beauty" would get internal bleeding!
… or not. Charmspeak was Drew's main weapon, and Piper had THAT better than she did too. Probably complained about that too, because that was the sort of "problems" Piper McLean had to deal with.
'Honestly,' Drew thought spitefully, 'if I had a movie-star dad-"
And that was what gave Drew pause. She had gone three weeks head-over heels in lust with Tristan McLean (she viewed it as a personal betrayal that he helped spawn Dumpster-Girl) and before Piper showed up like she owned the place she never knew he had a daughter.
Probably was smart of him keeping her secret, the paparazzi would be all over the little troll if…
…if there was the slightest scandal…
Drew smiled, reapplying her lip-gloss. Oh, she had a weapon that could outdo Piper McLean, beyond charmspeak and stupid sword-fighting…
(Back at the Aphrodite Cabin...)
"Get out." Drew announced to the cabin. It was more like a narration that a command, since she added a layer of charmspeak to it.
There weren't many of them, mostly some of her younger sisters. Tween-magazines bookmarked to the latest pop sensations were discarded and makeup was left half applied.
Drew dug through her wardrobe after stripping quickly. She selected an outfit that suggested humility and lack of concern for personal appearance. It was easy; she just used Piper as a model.
'It's going to look bad, but it will pay off,' she told herself, fixing her hair into a pony-tail with a scrunchie. Oh gods have pity this was going to do horrible things to her scalp!
She made herself feel a little bit better when she started ransacking Piper's bag. It felt like she was ripping the guts out of the Salvation-Army-Monster. Was that girl's idea of a shopping spree a drive to the dump?
Ah here it was… did teen girls still wear one-pieces? She knew that they were worn for swim-teams and stuff but just… casually, to the beach? By Hera's hairdresser, Drew was in awe of Piper's complete disregard for anything that bore a semblance to fashion!
'Lucky she's part squaw or something because she wouldn't get anything close to a proper tan otherwise,' Drew reflected smugly as she disposed of the fugly bathing-suit with relish by rending it to bits with a pair of safety-scissors and dividing the remains into separate trash-cans.
The rest of the room had to be more organized, but left with the same sense of chaos.
Drew took a breath, and went under one of the beds.
"…oh gods!" There was so much trash; tissues, chocolate wrappers, enough for at least five Aphrodite children coping with bad breakups.
She sniffed, picking at a piece of gum cautiously with her nail. "Where are you Dumpster-Girl?"
The faux-cleaning and self-pity went on for a few more minutes, before she finally heard the door open and Piper's voice.
"Thank the gods." Drew gasped, sitting up so quickly she banged her head on the bottom of the bed.
(Piper POV)
Piper just returned from sparing to find the cabin in more disarray than she thought possible for her siblings. "What happened here-?"
There was a bang and an 'ow' from one of the bunks. With elaborate cursing, Drew sat up, rubbing her forehead.
Piper blinked. "Drew?"
"…yeah? What is it?" Drew snapped irritably.
Piper took in the chaos of their cabin, frowning. "What were you doing down there?"
"Cleaning. Lacey said you wanted me to do it and if I didn't there was a catapult with my name on it."
Piper snorted, covering her mouth to hide the smile. Drew glared up at her. "That little bitch."
'Let's see, the pros of leaving Drew to nurse her wounded head and pride? Well, it is Drew. But…' Piper did tell the rest of the cabin about acting beautiful, with love.
"I'll get you some ice." She offered, trying to sound genial and sympathetic. She expected Drew to snap at her, to refuse in a haughty fashion.
What she did NOT expect was Drew to slump her shoulders meekly, saying 'thanks'.
"…are you ok?" Piper asked, uncertain if she wanted to know. Drew hadn't looked this… un-fabulous, if that was a word, since Piper met her.
Drew waved a perfectly manicured hand dismissively. "Just not used to doing cleaning."
"Sucks, doesn't it?" Piper remarked drily.
"I thought you were getting me ice." Drew snapped back.
"It's in the refrigerator, help yourself." Piper answered coolly, any sympathy drying up. She looked around at the flung clothes. "Wait, this is my stuff! Were you going through my things?"
Drew rolled her eyes. "Yeah, first you'd have to get clothes I'd want to touch. Some of the girls wanted to go swimming but Alison forgot her swimsuit, you're around the same size so she borrowed yours."
Piper was biting her bottom lip nervously. "Which one is Alison?"
Drew made a show of blinking. "Alison? Blonde, bit on the shorter side, sort of flat-chested?"
"I don't remember her." Piper confessed, looking slightly ashamed.
'I should hope not,' Drew thought cruelly, 'seeing how she died before you barged in here.'
"I didn't really expect that I'd need to remember twenty new brothers and sisters." Piper muttered sulky.
(Drew POV)
"I actually know what you mean." Drew admitted, letting a bit of genuine sympathy slip in. "Let me guess, your dad was always sure to tell you how much mom loved you both but had to leave?"
"How'd you-?"
"It's a pretty typical speech." Drew explained scowling. "They tell how much she loves you, how it would've been a perfect family if she weren't so busy, and then you come here and you're with a bunch of people that are your brothers and sisters and some of them are the same age as you… and… just…"
Drew made strangling motions in the air. Piper looked disturbed, but also pensive. "I never thought of it that way before."
"It's not that bad." Drew quickly amended. "I mean, a bunch of brothers and sisters is totally rad, and we have powers and get to come to a pretty sweet Camp with our own spot by the lake. They're probably there now."
"Wait," Piper frowned. "How can we have our own spot?"
Drew's cryptic smile said volumes. "When you're a daughter of Aphrodite, they let you have a spot, and they hope that you'll invite them to it."
As if she couldn't help herself, Piper's lips twitched, possibly thinking of Jason in a speedo.
'Huh, maybe she is my sister.' Drew reflected, before quashing any feelings of camaraderie. 'But she's also a fugly thief whose going down.'
"You can go if you want." Drew stomached picking up some of Piper's hideous cloths to make the absentminded suggestion seem more spontaneous.
Piper broke from her reverie to help pick up the rest of the clothes and help stuff them into her bag, looking thoughtful. "I don't have a bathing-suit now though."
"Yeah, that Alison, such a bitch…" Drew leaned in to whisper. "Do you want to know a secret?"
"…what?" Piper frowned, suspicious.
With a slight grin, Drew shimmied out of hip-huggers that had seen better days. "Get some towels, strut like you mean it, and nobody can tell the difference."
Mouth open, Piper blinked. "er, don't you have swimsuits?"
"None that would fit you, sorry." Drew explained, acting contrite.
"No, I mean…" Even though she loathed admitting it, Drew did think Piper was cute all flustered. "You don't have to-"
The oversized t-shirt belonged to an old boyfriend, and Drew forgot she had it. But it came easily off, and its raggedy appearance made her satin push-up bra appear even more enticing. "Oh, if you want me to change-"
She reached around and Piper looked like she was about to have a fit. "No! That's fine."
"Just 'fine'?" Drew teased.
Piper stuck her chin out in defiance. "They look expensive."
"All of me is expensive sweetheart. Go undress and get two towels. Sunglasses, those will work too." Drew made a show of looking around. When Piper came out of the bathroom, she finally 'found' the sunscreen and tanning oil where she placed them. "Here they are… wow."
"What?" Piper squared herself defiantly, preparing for insults.
But Drew had to keep her off her balance, so she was honest. "You're actually sexy."
There was silence where Piper blushed at the unexpected compliment and Drew smirked behind her hand. This was going to be easier than she thought.
(Piper POV)
Well this was not what Piper had been expecting when she woke up this morning.
They must have made quite the sight too. Drew walking in her underwear, apparently convinced that attitude was what separated silky satin lingerie from swimwear. There were people staring, but in all honestly wasn't unusual. Piper found herself trying to mimic Drew's poise if not her attitude.
She didn't have nearly as nice underwear, jack-o-lantern print boy-shorts and a white cotton bra. She tried to cover as much of herself as possible with her towel flung over her shoulder.
Piper wasn't (despite popular opinion) naïve enough to think a taste of her own medicine would be enough to cure Drew of her inherent bitchiness, but it turned out she was surprisingly easy to talk to.
Apparently Drew's dad was a photographer, and he begged mom to do some modeling for him. Piper didn't want to know how it escalated after that, but she did let it slip how she always thought her dad met Aphrodite on a beach because he loved to go surfing.
Also, she had always thought (but never told anyone, EVER!) that the beach was the most romantic and undeniably sexy place for two people to fall in love.
She had been, and still was, expecting some sort of prank from Drew. That there was actually a section of the lake that looked like it was a Disney illustration brought to life simply wowed her.
There between reeds were at least ten yards of sand that looked softer, water that seemed cleaner, and the sun reflected more brightly.
But Piper also noticed Drew checking the woods. "What are you looking for?"
"Hm? Oh, just thought they'd be here is all."
"Right." Piper crossed her arms, unconvinced. "What is this really? Do you want that fight now Drew? Or is this just an elaborate trap?"
Drew rolled her eyes, bending at the waist to spread out her towel… and Piper though didn't mean to look (honestly!) she just noticed that she was exceptionally toned.
"Your problem Pipes," Drew sauntered slowly toward Piper with a seductive swing in her hips. "Is that you really think my traps would be elaborate…"
Piper would swear that she could smell peppermint on Drew's breath along with the lavender perfume she normally wore; lips were a shiny deep red that was almost purple, and probably tasted like grape Jolly Rancher.
Before Piper could rationalize why she was thinking about how Drew's lips tasted, or how she walked or smelled, Drew's hands were on her shoulders, and she was then taking notice on how much thinner her wrists were without any jewelry.
Then, with surprising strength, Drew shoved her back into the shallow water.
When Piper came up, sputtering and indignant, Drew was smiling mischievously, before diving in and swimming past.
Whatever the moment was with all its conflicted feelings was gone from Piper's head.
Instead, she merely recognized the obvious challenge, thought 'it's on!' and swam after Drew.
'Piper's manly hands sure can be put to good use.' Drew thought in a daze.
"You could put on your own sunscreen you know." Piper accused, rubbing vigorously at Drew's shoulder-blades, possibly thinking that would keep her from relaxing. She was wrong though, and Drew stretched sensuously with a purr as her muscles welcomed in the pressure.
"Lower… please? I promise I'll do you next." Drew kicked her feet in the air daintily.
Drew found herself positively aglow in the feel of Piper's hands drifted down to the small of her back, tracing along her spine. She also felt a stab of triumph when Piper tried to surreptitiously fold her legs together.
There was silence for a moment, where Piper glossed over her drying panties and started applying the sunscreen to her thighs. Drew smirked lightly.
"Thought you wanted me to put on my own sunscreen?"
"Thought you were exhausted from me beating you in the water?" Piper shot back. "How can you be in this good shape but still be such a slow swimmer?"
"Because I was letting you win." Drew instinctively denied. "… So you think I'm in good shape?"
She could hear Piper swallow. "Yeah… Do you do… yoga or stuff?"
"Pilates! Thank you for noticing!" Knowing the opportunity would be best now, Drew executed a scissor stretch with one luscious leg, as if showing off form. When she brought it back down, her thighs 'accidently' caught Piper's hand and pressed it against her center, covered only by slightly moist satin.
Piper didn't immediately try to pull away. She froze, suddenly stiff as a board. Drew recognized this 'dear-in-headlights' reaction without looking up to Piper's face. She sighed, turning over and arching her back. It let her catch a look at Piper McLean's jaw drop. Drew had unclasped her bra before letting Piper apply the sunscreen, and now she was topless.
"Drew you really should-!"
"Oh relax Dumpster-Girl, nothing either of us hasn't seen before." The causal use of the insulting nickname threw Piper off-track, as Drew intended. She needed Piper off-balanced, uncertain and flustered.
Of course it helped that McLean just looked downright adorable when she was simultaneously mortified and aroused!
"…people might come…" Piper protested weakly.
Drew sighed, taking a deep breath. "HEY PERVS! NAKED GIRL ALERT!"
In her panic Piper pinned Drew back. "Don't do that!"
Despite Piper's hand covering her mouth, Drew still managed to smile, and she experimentally flicked out her tongue, tasting the sunscreen (vaguely like almond-butter) and making Piper pull her hand back as if it was burned.
Piper was still straddling her though, and didn't seem as quick in getting off.
Drew reached out and pulled Piper closer in, so that her meager cleavage was level to her eyes. "There's no one around but us. No one is going to come. Just relax."
This was the first big step, the deciding factor: a small amount of charmspeak to get Dumpster-Girl to lower her guard. Judging by how the confused little whore bit her lip, unconsciously sexy, she was unsure whether to fight or not.
Drew rolled her hips, kindling body-heat between Piper's legs, and the younger girl whimpered.
Sitting up, Drew reached behind her darker-skinned counterpart's back and unclasped the simple white (how VERY virginal) cotton bra.
"I think," Drew started tugging the bra down Piper's arms "that I'm done. Lay on your back sweetie."
"I don't need it!" Piper said quickly. "I tan really, really, well! I never burn."
"Good thing I came so prepared then, isn't it hon?" Drew held up the tanning oil. She put a hand between Piper's breasts (small-ish but perky and proportionate) and gently but inevitably pushed Piper down onto her own towel.
(Piper POV)
'Okay," Piper thought to herself in utter confusion. "What exactly is going on right now?'
Piper was aware she was breathing unattractively, panting in nervous bursts that caught in her throat, while Drew knelt next to her kneading her abdomen like it was dough.
Piper felt doughy now even though she was trim enough that Drew needed to work the muscles in her stomach until they were practically jellied before she could mold them between her hands. She felt doughy and too hairy and every kind of insecure there was all because Drew wasn't human.
She couldn't be! Normal people didn't make you think they're going to swallow you whole like a snake one minute then talk calmly to you the next!
But then Piper realized she was being stupid, of course Drew wasn't completely human, and neither was she. So she answered Drew's innocent questions as succinctly as possible, 'Leo was at the forges a lot', 'no Jason was doing fine too, just busy', 'it was hard that Dad couldn't know any of this'…
It was when Drew was rubbing the oil on her knees her voice broke completely. Wasn't like she actually was hoping for anything, just needed to gauge what exactly this meant…
"Higher." Piper gasped.
And Drew complied, palms rubbing her thighs, fingertips trailing over boy-shorts.
"…higher." Piper whispered, trying to keep from trembling.
And it was back to her tummy and ribcage being lathered in the tanning-oil.
With a swallow she couldn't disguise, Piper repeated softly, "Higher…"
Piper could see Drew raising an eyebrow and immediately regretted saying anything, feeling like the lowest sort of deviant up until Drew shifted one leg between hers, kneeling over her.
Feeling Drew's heat radiating and having her knee so close made Piper unaware of her breasts being palmed, massaged, but when thumbs flicked over nipples made hyper-sensitive from the oil-
"Oh gods-!" Piper nerves were on fire as spasms shot through her, down to her toes curling all on their own… she didn't even think that was a real thing!
And then Drew was looking down at her with eyebrow still raised, and Piper realized she had bucked up her hips to get friction against Drew's knee between her leg and oh gods her shorts were practically dripping even though they both had gotten out of the water half-an-hour ago-!
Piper's face was burning with humiliation, but if Drew noticed she didn't comment, rather than leaning (increasing pressure!) and whispering "Anyone tell you that you got a nice set of pipes?"
It was so unexpected that Piper let out a nervous giggle… she NEVER giggled.
"Actually my Grandfather-"
Her train of thought was derailed when Drew mashed their lips together. She was wrong about the flavor; it didn't taste like artificial grape, too sharp.
More like cranberry, and when her tongue swirled against and then entered her mouth she could taste peppermint mouthwash.
It reminded her of Christmas. The shifting surface of the towel as they started grinding reminded her of the beach.
…strange how those things didn't seem to fit so well until now, just like her and Drew…
But Drew pulled away, slowly, so that her tongue flicked against Piper's lips once more before beginning a descent down that left Piper trembling.
"shhh… relax Pipes." Drew cooed softly, lingering just below the swell of her breasts.
"Don't call me that," Piper managed to say between shudders. "My dad calls me that…"
"Piper, don't tell me what to do." Drew snapped harshly, a serpentine flick of the tongue sending shocks like the crack of a whip. "Don't ever tell me what to do."
And then Piper had to admit, Drew had a point. She knew what she was doing and Piper obviously didn't. She should just be quiet and let Drew have her way.
When Drew's fingers were finished tugging down the shorts, her fingers proved to be just like her, long and nimble and… and graceful…and so long…and… and teasing…
"Ah… oh… oh… ohh-!"
(Drew POV)
Drew expertly shimmied out of her panties, reveling in the twofold power she held over Piper.
The source of Charmspeak was confidence and esteem. Piper may possessed both once, probably from proclaiming (lying!) that she was Mommy's favorite.
'But that isn't the case now,' Drew thought spitefully to herself, listening to Piper sigh and gasp, watching her squirm and writhe in harmony with her probing fingers and skillful tongue.
Just a little bit of charmspeak while Piper 'Dumpster-Girl' McLean was lost in ecstasy and Drew owned the little bitch.
Now it was just important to get Piper to admit it as well.
Drew sat up, face to face with her rival, her long dark hair acting as a curtain falling around Piper's face, obscuring the now blurry perfect world. For this moment, Drew was the only person in her world. "Who do you belong to?"
There was a moment's hesitation that had less to do with being in complete rapture than Drew liked, so two of her gentle teasing fingers became rigid inside Piper.
"…Drew…you…please-!"
"That's right," Drew whispered, rotating her wrist and curling her fingers in a 'come-hither' gesture, reducing Piper to a flushed and mewling mass of nerves.
When it was finished Piper's hair was damp with sweat and stuck to her naturally tanned skin, and was breathing shallowly, nearly unconscious and spent.
"Oh Pipes," Drew cooed softly, "I guess this means I'm the real knockout…"
(Piper POV)
click click.
clickclickclick.
Piper's felt around, puzzled. First thing she realized was that she couldn't find anything.
Second was that she could feel everything. Grainy sand under her, bits of gravel and dead grass in her hand…
Where were the towels?
… where were her clothes?
Panicking she opened her eyes. There was Drew, fully clothed and circling around her.
She had a camera.
"You know before today I didn't think you HAD a good side," Drew started conversationally, "but right now I'm getting so many useable shots… What? I told you my dad is a photographer, didn't I?"
"GIVE ME THA-!"
"I told you not to tell me what to do Pipes." Drew snarled. Like a switch, Piper felt her throat close. Oh gods what did she let happen-?
Whistling cheerfully, Drew moved aside one of the bushes, pulling out a camcorder. "I'm sure if I attached your name to the pictures and the video it would really blow up. Go viral. Do you know what that means? Like a virus, meant to be spread. People wouldn't have to subscribe, wouldn't have to pay, it would pop up almost anywhere. It happens all the time, you know, with the big movie stars."
Drew finished that speech with a sugary smile that Piper had seen all the time at her schools from the malicious popular girls, but never half as monstrous. Piper swore she would not cry she would NOT.
But Drew wasn't done. "Actually might help your dad's career, the coverage. Make him more approachable, his poor neglected tomboy of a daughter experimenting with her sexuality, posting nude pictures and sex-tapes… I don't know about you, but I always wanted to be famous. Maybe I should send them all online now, seeing how it's doing you such a favor…" She started pressing buttons on the camcorder.
"…don't." Piper managed to get out, sounding like a hiccup. She knew she was crying now. "Please don't."
"Oh shush Pipes, I'm reasonable, we'll talk about it on our way back… let's see, I tried drying off your clothes by the fire but I turn my back for like a second and the ugly things go up in smoke." She rummaged through a hand-bag. "Here you go."
It could barely be called a towel. It was somewhere between a washcloth and a napkin, and Piper found herself look from it to Drew incredulously.
"Oh now you're being picky." Drew started rummaging through her bag. "I thought your people were all about running half-naked through the woods."
Before Piper could even try to answer to that delightful bit of racism, Drew flung something at her feet like she was giving a whiny dog a treat. "I at least brought you shoes."
Hideous, bright white orthopedic nurses shoes. Drew had resurrected the Shoes of Shame.
"Had to go through some garbage to get them," Drew explained with a sadistic smirk. "But sometime it does pay to go through the Dumpster, you taught me that much."
They walked back together, Piper feeling humiliated and used, praying to any of the gods not to let anyone see her like this.
She would rather have waited for it to get dark and sprint back to the cabins, but instead Drew had wrapped her arm around in a deceptively friendly fashion and all but frog-marched her back, all the while chattering about her list of demands like she was planning a slumber-party.
The worst part was that with each addition, Piper just found a small and meek voice coming from her own throat saying 'right'.
"I'm not a fan of the current rotation system for garbage patrol, so how about we separate it into two shifts, one for the bathroom and one for bunks?" Drew smiled as she pretended that she hadn't thought of the patsies beforehand. "Your friends Mitchell and Lacey can alternate between the two until, say, those ugly braces of hers come off?"
"…right…" Piper replied miserably.
"I think you should totally introduce me to your dad. He can teach me surfing! Of course, I only know how to body-surf but I don't think he'll mind, if you know what I mean…" Drew smiled lecherously. "I mean, he's still hot for an old guy, and famous… don't worry, not going to be wicked stepmom, that's too Oedipus for me. Probably just sleep with him a few times to see what mom saw in him."
And Piper just repeated, starting to tear up all the more, "…right."
"Sweat-pants are banned."
There was a pause, Piper expecting to have further explanation or rambling, but apparently Drew didn't believe that this particular rule needed any further explanation, so again she just muttered brokenly 'right'.
"Grow your hair out. In fact, let's have regulation hair-styles for girls and boys!" Drew clapped her hands in sudden delight that made Piper jump. "Oooh! We can use alternating styles as a new punishment and reward system! It'll be perfect!"
"Fine…fine…alright."
"...and Jason?" Drew's voice had a clear edge now. "He's NOT yours. Not anymore."
"..."
"Got it, Pipes?" Drew chirped maliciously.
"...yes."
"Oh, and Pipes? I shower around 8AM, and I could really use someone like you to scrub my back…"
Piper cringed at the feel of Drew's nails running down her back. She made a break for it and thanked the gods that no one was around to see her sprint teary-eyed and naked into the Aphrodite cabin…
…where all her brothers and sisters were awake, staring.
For a moment, they all just stared, some of her older sisters giggling and screeching in amusement and one of her brothers (a pervertthat Piper was going to have words with) had the nerve to of the smarter ones immediately looked to the Shoes, and knew what was going on. Lacy actually burst into tears.
Piper gave a start as Drew suddenly appeared next to her, wrapping her arm around her. "Oh good, you all are here. I just finished 'talking' to Piper and she agreed, as counselor for our cabin, to make some moderate changes so we can all live in the manner we're accustomed. Isn't that right Piper?"
She could only stare at the perfectly clean floor, fighting back tears. She was unable to meet her siblings betrayed faces as she led them back into un-fabulous tyranny.
And she wanted nothing more than to tell them that it wasn't true, that she was keeping things the same, the way they SHOULD be, and that Drew was a filthy liar… and to put on some clothes… she wanted to do that too.
... but then Drew patted her handbag with the camera and camcorder meaningfully.
"Right." Piper managed to get out without her voice breaking. "…right…"