April 10th 1974
The next morning....
I woke up and noticed I was on the floor of my bedroom which was a little weird. I carefully got up from the floor using my bed for support since I was incredibly sore from last night. Once I was up I looked at myself in the mirror that was across from my bed. My hair was a mess, I had no pants on or a bra, just one of Roger's shirts and my panties and I had deep, purple hickeys all over my neck and inner thighs.
As I stared at the mirror taking in my appearance, I started hearing my brothers voice downstairs and then it hit me.
I have to go down there and face him at some point and I can't go looking like this.
I glanced at my horrendous appearance before running actually limping to my dresser. I opened one of the drawers. I quickly pulled off Roger's shirt and shoved it in the back of my dresser where no one would find it. Then, I took my panties off and shoved them into the back of the dresser with the shirt.
I close that drawer and open three more. One to grab a new pair of panties and a new bra because I have no idea where mine went, another to grab a pair of pants, and the last one to grab sweater.
I grab my things and sprint towards the bathroom praying to not be seen. I run into the bathroom and shut and lock the door. I set my things on the counter next to me and start to get dressed.
Once I'm dressed I dig through my makeup and pull out some concealer and start to cover the giant purple hickeys that were all over my neck.
"Damn it Roger" I mutter to myself.
About 20 minutes later, I finally had them covered enough that no one would really notice. I smile to myself, proud of my work and brush my hair a little before going downstairs. I walk downstairs to the best of my ability to hide the fact that I was fucked last night HARD and I'm having problems walking.
"Hello, darling" my brother greats me, pulling me into a side hug.
I hug him back
"Hi"
I pass him and slowly walk to the kitchen table where Roger sat smoking a cigarette. "Are you alright?" my brother asked watching me limp to the table. "Yeah (Y/N), are you alright?" Roger asked smirking and winking at me causing me to blush. "Y-yes, I'm alright" I tell them, sitting down in the seat next to Roger.
"Mm, are you sure love?" Roger asks quietly as he rubs my thigh under the table.
"Not right now" I whisper, pushing his hand away.
"Why not?"
I nod in my brothers direction.
"That's why, he will actually kill you."
Roger chuckles and takes a drag of the cigarette.
"He'd never"
A few hours later....
Roger, Me, Brian, and John all sat in the living room because my brother wanted to talk to us about something, I don't know he was very vague about it. "(Y/N) might this be yours?" my brother asks, holding up one of my bras. The exact bra I was wearing last night, my eyes widened and I swallowed hard.
"Y-yes..." I choke out
"I found it in the hallway, can you tell me why it was there?" he asked
I shrug "I must've dropped it. I'll put it away" I say taking my bra from him and walk towards the stairs. I walked up the stairs thinking that we got away with it, but I was so wrong because just as I was reaching the top of the stairs I heard yelling.
"SHE'S MY BABY SISTER YOU ANIMAL" I hear my brother yell.
"SHE'S 21 SHE'S A BIG GIRL NOW"
"I DON'T CARE, SHE'S A BABY COMPARED TO YOU"
"REMEMBER WHAT I SAID TO YOU WHEN SHE CAME TO LIVE WITH US?"
"Y'KNOW WHAT, PISS OFF FRED" I hear Roger yell and then the front door slam.
Part 3?
