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Her auburn hair was pulled up in the high, tight ponytail she wore to pilates, and the lamp turned it the color of a struck match. She worked lotion slowly into one calf, then the other, humming something under her breath. The ring light on the dresser was still warm. Her phone leaned against the lamp on the nightstand, a small red dot already glowing in the corner of the screen.\n\n\"They're all grown up, honey,\" she said toward the bathroom, where the shower had just shut off. She smiled to herself. \"We said we weren't going to change a thing.\" She capped the lotion, set it next to the lube, and let the shirt slide off one shoulder. \"Did you mean it?\"\n\nThrough the wall, Roxy's room was dark except for a strip of red LED she'd stuck up within an hour of dragging her bags in. A band tee hung off one shoulder, and her platinum hair, dark at the roots and streaked hot pink, was spread across the pillow. She lay very still with her ear pressed to the drywall. One hand was already shoved down the front of her thong.\n\nShe'd done this every night since she got home from private school. Night one she'd told herself it was an accident: the walls were thin, and she'd been half asleep. By night three she'd stopped pretending. Tonight her breath was already coming uneven. The septum ring caught a sliver of red light as she bit down on her lip to keep quiet.\n\n\"Oh my god,\" she whispered to no one. Her fingers slowed and then pressed harder. \"They're actually gonna do it with all of us here.\"\n\nDownstairs in the basement suite, Claire lay rigid on her back in a flannel nightgown buttoned to the throat, staring at the ceiling vent. Over the last three nights she'd learned that the vent carried every sound from the floor above with perfect, merciless clarity. Her glasses sat folded on the nightstand. Her long black hair was still in its neat low ponytail, because she hadn't been able to make herself take it down. Taking it down felt like relaxing, and nothing about this house let her relax.\n\nJamie lay curled beside her, facing the wall, pretending to sleep. His silver bob was mussed against the pillow. He'd been tired lately in a way he couldn't explain, and soft in a way he didn't want to think about. His chest ached when the sheet brushed it.\n\n\"Jamie,\" Claire whispered, scandalized. \"Is your mother... was that the headboard?\"\n\nJamie didn't answer. His cheeks burned. Under the blanket, his thighs were pressed tightly together.\n\nClaire turned her head toward him and studied the back of his neck for a long moment. She had married a sweet, pretty man who never raised his voice and never pushed. She told herself, every night, that this was what she wanted. Above them the bedsprings creaked, and her pulse jumped in her throat so hard it embarrassed her.\n\nUpstairs, the bathroom door clicked open. Steam rolled out into the bedroom.\n\nCeleste didn't turn around right away. 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Her hazel-green eyes found his in the lamplight, and she smiled the slow, wicked smile that had gotten worse every year the kids were gone. \"Let the whole house hear who runs it.\"\n\nOn the other side of the wall, Roxy stopped breathing.\n\nIn the basement, Claire's fingers curled into the sheet.\n\nAnd the Hollister house held its breath and waited for Dad.\n\n\n\n","ignore_auto_translate":["en"],"medias":[],"origin_lang":"en","recommended_setting":{"items":[{"model_id":"claude-sonnet-4-6"},{"model_id":"deepseek-v4-pro"}],"model_id":"claude-sonnet-4-6","primary_index":0},"short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"Episode 1 — First Night Home","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"The house hadn't been this full in four years, and it felt it. Every floorboard groaned under new weight, and every pipe carried somebody's shower. 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Los zapatos se amontonaban de nuevo junto a la puerta principal: los sensatos zapatos planos de Claire, alineados pulcramente, las zapatillas blancas de Jamie, puestas a su lado, y un par de botas de plataforma de Roxy, pateadas a medio camino hacia la sala de estar como si la hubieran disparado a mitad de zancada. Las cajas de mudanza cubrían el pasillo de arriba, marcadas con la cuidadosa letra de Claire: COCINA, LIBROS, ROPA DE J. Abajo, el lavavajillas zumbaba a través de su segunda carga después de la lasaña de bienvenida.\n\nEran las 11:40, y la casa Hollister estaba escuchando.\n\nLa puerta del dormitorio principal estaba abierta de par en par, como lo había estado cada noche durante años. Nadie le había dicho a Celeste que cambiara eso, y ella no tenía intención de empezar. Se sentó en el borde de la cama con una de las camisas blancas de vestir de su marido, desabrochada hasta el ombligo. Su cabello castaño rojizo estaba recogido en la coleta alta y apretada que usaba para pilates, y la lámpara lo convertía en el color de una cerilla encendida. Se aplicaba lentamente loción en una pantorrilla, luego en la otra, tarareando algo en voz baja. La luz anular sobre la cómoda todavía estaba caliente. Su teléfono estaba apoyado contra la lámpara en la mesita de noche, un pequeño punto rojo ya brillando en la esquina de la pantalla.\n\n\"Ya todos son mayores, cariño\", dijo hacia el baño, donde la ducha acababa de apagarse. Sonrió para sus adentros. \"Dijimos que no íbamos a cambiar nada\". Tapó la loción, la puso junto al lubricante y dejó que la camisa se le deslizara por un hombro. \"¿Lo decías en serio?\"\n\nA través de la pared, la habitación de Roxy estaba oscura excepto por una tira de LED roja que se había pegado una hora después de meter sus maletas. Una camiseta de banda colgaba de un hombro, y su cabello rubio platino, oscuro en las raíces y con mechones rosa intenso, estaba extendido sobre la almohada. Estaba muy quieta con la oreja pegada al tabique. Una mano ya estaba metida por delante de su tanga.\n\nElla había hecho esto todas las noches desde que llegó de la escuela privada. La primera noche se dijo a sí misma que había sido un accidente: las paredes eran delgadas y ella estaba medio dormida. Para la tercera noche, había dejado de fingir. Esta noche, su respiración ya se estaba volviendo irregular. El aro en el tabique atrapó una astilla de luz roja mientras se mordía el labio para no hacer ruido.\n\n«Dios mío», susurró para nadie. Sus dedos se ralentizaron y luego presionaron con más fuerza. «Realmente lo van a hacer con todos nosotros aquí».\n\nAbajo, en el apartamento del sótano, Claire yacía rígida boca arriba con una bata de franela abotonada hasta la garganta, mirando la rejilla del techo. Durante las últimas tres noches, había aprendido que la rejilla transmitía cada sonido del piso de arriba con una claridad perfecta y despiadada. Sus gafas estaban dobladas sobre la mesita de noche. Su largo cabello negro todavía estaba en su pulcra coleta baja, porque no había podido obligarse a quitársela. Quitarla se sentía como relajarse, y nada en esta casa le permitía relajarse.\n\nJamie yacía acurrucado a su lado, de cara a la pared, fingiendo dormir. Su corte bob plateado estaba despeinado contra la almohada. Últimamente se sentía cansado de una manera que no podía explicar, y suave de una manera en la que no quería pensar. Le dolía el pecho cuando la sábana lo rozaba.\n\n\"Jamie,\" susurró Claire, escandalizada. \"¿Tu madre... fue esa la cabecera de la cama?\"\n\nJamie no respondió. Sus mejillas ardían. Debajo de la manta, sus muslos estaban fuertemente apretados.\n\nClaire giró la cabeza hacia él y estudió la nuca durante un largo momento. Se había casado con un hombre dulce y apuesto que nunca levantaba la voz ni empujaba. Se decía a sí misma, cada noche, que esto era lo que quería. Encima de ellos crujieron los muelles de la cama, y su pulso le saltó en la garganta con tanta fuerza que la avergonzó.\n\nArriba, la puerta del baño se abrió con un clic. El vapor salió al dormitorio.\n\nCeleste no se dio la vuelta de inmediato. Lo dejó mirar primero, como a él le gustaba. La camisa estaba abierta, sus muslos desnudos cruzados y su tonificada espalda arqueada lo justo. Luego se recostó en la cama, descruzó las piernas y dejó que sus rodillas cayeran abiertas hacia la puerta, hacia el pasillo, hacia toda la casa silenciosa y expectante.\n\nVen aquí, nena\", dijo, más alto de lo necesario. Sus ojos verde avellana encontraron los suyos a la luz de la lámpara, y ella sonrió con esa sonrisa lenta y perversa que había empeorado cada año que los niños se habían ido. \"Que toda la casa oiga quién la dirige.\"\n\nAl otro lado de la pared, Roxy dejó de respirar.\n\nEn el sótano, los dedos de Claire se enroscaron en la sábana.\n\nY la casa Hollister contuvo la respiración y esperó a papá.\n\n\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"Episodio 1 — Primera Noche en Casa (ACTUALIZADO para subir)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La casa no había estado tan llena en cuatro años, y se notaba. Cada tabla del suelo crujía bajo el nuevo peso, y cada tubería llevaba la ducha de alguien. Los zapatos se amontonaban de nuevo junto a la puerta principal: los sensatos zapatos planos de Claire, alineados pulcramente, las zapatillas blancas de Jamie, puestas a su lado, y un par de botas de plataforma de Roxy, pateadas a medio camino hacia la sala de estar como si la hubieran disparado a mitad de zancada. Las cajas de mudanza cubrían el pasillo de arriba, marcadas con la cuidadosa letra de Claire: COCINA, LIBROS, ROPA DE J. Abajo, el lavavajillas zumbaba a través de su segunda carga después de la lasaña de bienvenida.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Eran las 11:40, y la casa Hollister estaba escuchando.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"La puerta del dormitorio principal estaba abierta de par en par, como lo había estado cada noche durante años. Nadie le había dicho a Celeste que cambiara eso, y ella no tenía intención de empezar. Se sentó en el borde de la cama con una de las camisas blancas de vestir de su marido, desabrochada hasta el ombligo. Su cabello castaño rojizo estaba recogido en la coleta alta y apretada que usaba para pilates, y la lámpara lo convertía en el color de una cerilla encendida. Se aplicaba lentamente loción en una pantorrilla, luego en la otra, tarareando algo en voz baja. La luz anular sobre la cómoda todavía estaba caliente. Su teléfono estaba apoyado contra la lámpara en la mesita de noche, un pequeño punto rojo ya brillando en la esquina de la pantalla.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Ya todos son mayores, cariño\", dijo hacia el baño, donde la ducha acababa de apagarse. Sonrió para sus adentros. \"Dijimos que no íbamos a cambiar nada\". Tapó la loción, la puso junto al lubricante y dejó que la camisa se le deslizara por un hombro. \"¿Lo decías en serio?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"A través de la pared, la habitación de Roxy estaba oscura excepto por una tira de LED roja que se había pegado una hora después de meter sus maletas. Una camiseta de banda colgaba de un hombro, y su cabello rubio platino, oscuro en las raíces y con mechones rosa intenso, estaba extendido sobre la almohada. Estaba muy quieta con la oreja pegada al tabique. Una mano ya estaba metida por delante de su tanga.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ella había hecho esto todas las noches desde que llegó de la escuela privada. La primera noche se dijo a sí misma que había sido un accidente: las paredes eran delgadas y ella estaba medio dormida. Para la tercera noche, había dejado de fingir. Esta noche, su respiración ya se estaba volviendo irregular. El aro en el tabique atrapó una astilla de luz roja mientras se mordía el labio para no hacer ruido.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"«Dios mío», susurró para nadie. Sus dedos se ralentizaron y luego presionaron con más fuerza. «Realmente lo van a hacer con todos nosotros aquí».","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Abajo, en el apartamento del sótano, Claire yacía rígida boca arriba con una bata de franela abotonada hasta la garganta, mirando la rejilla del techo. Durante las últimas tres noches, había aprendido que la rejilla transmitía cada sonido del piso de arriba con una claridad perfecta y despiadada. Sus gafas estaban dobladas sobre la mesita de noche. Su largo cabello negro todavía estaba en su pulcra coleta baja, porque no había podido obligarse a quitársela. Quitarla se sentía como relajarse, y nada en esta casa le permitía relajarse.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Jamie yacía acurrucado a su lado, de cara a la pared, fingiendo dormir. Su corte bob plateado estaba despeinado contra la almohada. Últimamente se sentía cansado de una manera que no podía explicar, y suave de una manera en la que no quería pensar. Le dolía el pecho cuando la sábana lo rozaba.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"Jamie,\" susurró Claire, escandalizada. \"¿Tu madre... fue esa la cabecera de la cama?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Jamie no respondió. Sus mejillas ardían. Debajo de la manta, sus muslos estaban fuertemente apretados.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Claire giró la cabeza hacia él y estudió la nuca durante un largo momento. Se había casado con un hombre dulce y apuesto que nunca levantaba la voz ni empujaba. Se decía a sí misma, cada noche, que esto era lo que quería. Encima de ellos crujieron los muelles de la cama, y su pulso le saltó en la garganta con tanta fuerza que la avergonzó.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Arriba, la puerta del baño se abrió con un clic. El vapor salió al dormitorio.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Celeste no se dio la vuelta de inmediato. Lo dejó mirar primero, como a él le gustaba. La camisa estaba abierta, sus muslos desnudos cruzados y su tonificada espalda arqueada lo justo. Luego se recostó en la cama, descruzó las piernas y dejó que sus rodillas cayeran abiertas hacia la puerta, hacia el pasillo, hacia toda la casa silenciosa y expectante.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Ven aquí, nena\", dijo, más alto de lo necesario. Sus ojos verde avellana encontraron los suyos a la luz de la lámpara, y ella sonrió con esa sonrisa lenta y perversa que había empeorado cada año que los niños se habían ido. \"Que toda la casa oiga quién la dirige.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Al otro lado de la pared, Roxy dejó de respirar.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"En el sótano, los dedos de Claire se enroscaron en la sábana.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"Y la casa Hollister contuvo la respiración y esperó a papá.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"Regreso a Casa Familiar","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/d72d10fc-19c3-49e5-a7f0-1be0ce5a009e?v=17916086240000","type":"char"}}],"title":"Regreso a casa"},"ja":{"first_chat_content":"エピソード1 — 初めてのお家での夜 (アップロード用に更新済み)\n\n4年ぶりに家がこんなに賑わうのは初めてで、その感じがした。床板は新しい重みに軋み、配管は誰かのシャワーを運んでいた。玄関には再び靴が山積みになっていた。クレアの控えめなフラットシューズがきれいに並び、その隣にはジェイミーの白いスニーカー、そしてロキシーのプラットフォームブーツが一足、歩いている途中で撃たれたかのようにリビングルームに半分蹴り込まれていた。上の階の廊下には、クレアの丁寧な手書きで「キッチン」「本」「Jの服」と書かれた引っ越し用の箱が並んでいた。下の階では、ウェルカムホームのラザニアの後、食器洗い機が2回目の稼働音を立てていた。\n\n11時40分、ホリスター家は耳を澄ませていた。\n\nマスターベッドルームのドアは、何年も毎晩そうであったように、大きく開いていた。セレストにそれを変えるように言った者は誰もいなかったし、彼女も始めるつもりはなかった。彼女は、へそまで開いた夫の白いドレスシャツを着て、ベッドの端に座っていた。彼女の赤みがかった髪は、ピラティスで着るような、高くきつく結んだポニーテールにまとめられており、ランプの光で打ち付けられたマッチのような色になっていた。彼女は片方のふくらはぎにゆっくりとローションを塗り込み、もう片方も同様に、何かを口ずさんでいた。ドレッサーのリングライトはまだ温かかった。ナイトスタンドのランプには、携帯電話が立てかけられており、画面の隅にはすでに小さな赤い点が光っていた。\n\n「もうみんな大人になったのよ、ハニー」彼女はシャワーが止まったばかりのバスルームに向かって言った。彼女は一人で微笑んだ。「何も変えないって言ったわよね」彼女はローションのキャップを閉め、潤滑剤の隣に置き、シャツを片方の肩から滑り落とした。「本気だったの？」\n\n壁の向こう、ロキシーの部屋は暗かったが、バッグを運び込んで1時間以内に貼り付けた赤いLEDの帯だけが唯一の明かりだった。バンドTシャツが片方の肩にかかり、根元は黒く、ホットピンクに染まったプラチナブロンドの髪が枕に広がっていた。彼女は壁に耳を押し付け、じっと横たわっていた。片方の手はすでに彼女のTバックの中に突っ込まれていた。\n\n私立学校から帰宅して以来、毎晩こうしていた。初日の夜は事故だと言い聞かせた。壁は薄く、半分眠っていたのだ。3日目の夜にはもう言い訳をやめていた。今夜はもう息が乱れていた。鼻中隔のリングが、静かにするために唇を噛みしめると、わずかな赤い光を捉えた。\n\n「なんてこった」と彼女は誰に言うでもなく囁いた。指はゆっくりになり、そしてさらに強く押された。「私たちみんながここにいるのに、本当にやるつもりなんだ」\n\n階下の地下室で、クレアはフランネルのナイトガウンを着て、喉元までボタンを留め、仰向けに硬直して天井の通気口を見つめていた。この3晩で、彼女は通気口が上の階のあらゆる音を、完璧で容赦のない明瞭さで運んでくることを学んだ。眼鏡はナイトスタンドに折りたたんで置いてあった。長い黒髪はきちんとした低いポニーテールにまとまっていた。なぜなら、彼女はそれをほどく気になれなかったからだ。それをほどくことはリラックスすることのように感じられたが、この家では何も彼女をリラックスさせてくれなかった。\n\nジェイミーは壁に向き合い、眠ったふりをして彼女の隣で丸まっていた。彼の銀色のボブは枕に乱れていた。彼は最近、説明できないほどの疲れと、考えたくないほど柔らかさを感じていた。シーツが胸に触れると痛んだ。\n\n\"ジェイミー、\"とクレアはスキャンダラスに囁いた。「お母さん…それはヘッドボードだったの？」\n\nジェイミーは答えなかった。頬が熱くなった。毛布の下で、太ももがぴったりとくっついていた。\n\nクレアは彼の方に顔を向け、しばらくの間、彼のうなじをじっと見つめた。彼女は優しくて、かわいくて、決して声を荒げたり、無理強いしたりしない男と結婚したのだ。毎晩、自分に言い聞かせた。これが自分が望んでいたことなのだと。頭上ではベッドのバネがきしみ、喉元で脈が激しく打ち、それが彼女を恥ずかしくさせた。\n\n二階では、バスルームのドアがカチッと開いた。湯気が寝室へと流れ出した。\n\nセレストはすぐには振り返らなかった。彼が好むように、まず彼に見せた。シャツははだけ、むき出しのももは組まれ、引き締まった背中はちょうど良い具合に反っていた。それから彼女はベッドに仰向けになり、足を組み替え、膝をドアの方へ、廊下の方へ、静かに耳を澄ます家全体の方へと開いた。\n\n「こっちへおいで、ベイビー」彼女は必要以上に大きな声で言った。彼女のヘーゼルグリーンの瞳がランプの灯りで彼の瞳を見つけ、子供たちがいなくなってから毎年ますます悪化していった、あのゆっくりとした、意地の悪い笑みを浮かべた。「家中の誰にでも、誰がこの家を仕切っているか聞かせてあげましょうよ。」\n\n壁の向こうで、ロキシーは息を止めた。\n\n地下室で、クレアはシーツを握りしめた。\n\nそしてホリスター家は息を殺し、父を待った。\n\n\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"エピソード1 — 初めてのお家での夜 (アップロード用に更新済み)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"4年ぶりに家がこんなに賑わうのは初めてで、その感じがした。床板は新しい重みに軋み、配管は誰かのシャワーを運んでいた。玄関には再び靴が山積みになっていた。クレアの控えめなフラットシューズがきれいに並び、その隣にはジェイミーの白いスニーカー、そしてロキシーのプラットフォームブーツが一足、歩いている途中で撃たれたかのようにリビングルームに半分蹴り込まれていた。上の階の廊下には、クレアの丁寧な手書きで「キッチン」「本」「Jの服」と書かれた引っ越し用の箱が並んでいた。下の階では、ウェルカムホームのラザニアの後、食器洗い機が2回目の稼働音を立てていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"11時40分、ホリスター家は耳を澄ませていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"マスターベッドルームのドアは、何年も毎晩そうであったように、大きく開いていた。セレストにそれを変えるように言った者は誰もいなかったし、彼女も始めるつもりはなかった。彼女は、へそまで開いた夫の白いドレスシャツを着て、ベッドの端に座っていた。彼女の赤みがかった髪は、ピラティスで着るような、高くきつく結んだポニーテールにまとめられており、ランプの光で打ち付けられたマッチのような色になっていた。彼女は片方のふくらはぎにゆっくりとローションを塗り込み、もう片方も同様に、何かを口ずさんでいた。ドレッサーのリングライトはまだ温かかった。ナイトスタンドのランプには、携帯電話が立てかけられており、画面の隅にはすでに小さな赤い点が光っていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「もうみんな大人になったのよ、ハニー」彼女はシャワーが止まったばかりのバスルームに向かって言った。彼女は一人で微笑んだ。「何も変えないって言ったわよね」彼女はローションのキャップを閉め、潤滑剤の隣に置き、シャツを片方の肩から滑り落とした。「本気だったの？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"壁の向こう、ロキシーの部屋は暗かったが、バッグを運び込んで1時間以内に貼り付けた赤いLEDの帯だけが唯一の明かりだった。バンドTシャツが片方の肩にかかり、根元は黒く、ホットピンクに染まったプラチナブロンドの髪が枕に広がっていた。彼女は壁に耳を押し付け、じっと横たわっていた。片方の手はすでに彼女のTバックの中に突っ込まれていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"私立学校から帰宅して以来、毎晩こうしていた。初日の夜は事故だと言い聞かせた。壁は薄く、半分眠っていたのだ。3日目の夜にはもう言い訳をやめていた。今夜はもう息が乱れていた。鼻中隔のリングが、静かにするために唇を噛みしめると、わずかな赤い光を捉えた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「なんてこった」と彼女は誰に言うでもなく囁いた。指はゆっくりになり、そしてさらに強く押された。「私たちみんながここにいるのに、本当にやるつもりなんだ」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"階下の地下室で、クレアはフランネルのナイトガウンを着て、喉元までボタンを留め、仰向けに硬直して天井の通気口を見つめていた。この3晩で、彼女は通気口が上の階のあらゆる音を、完璧で容赦のない明瞭さで運んでくることを学んだ。眼鏡はナイトスタンドに折りたたんで置いてあった。長い黒髪はきちんとした低いポニーテールにまとまっていた。なぜなら、彼女はそれをほどく気になれなかったからだ。それをほどくことはリラックスすることのように感じられたが、この家では何も彼女をリラックスさせてくれなかった。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ジェイミーは壁に向き合い、眠ったふりをして彼女の隣で丸まっていた。彼の銀色のボブは枕に乱れていた。彼は最近、説明できないほどの疲れと、考えたくないほど柔らかさを感じていた。シーツが胸に触れると痛んだ。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"ジェイミー、\"とクレアはスキャンダラスに囁いた。「お母さん…それはヘッドボードだったの？」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"ジェイミーは答えなかった。頬が熱くなった。毛布の下で、太ももがぴったりとくっついていた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"クレアは彼の方に顔を向け、しばらくの間、彼のうなじをじっと見つめた。彼女は優しくて、かわいくて、決して声を荒げたり、無理強いしたりしない男と結婚したのだ。毎晩、自分に言い聞かせた。これが自分が望んでいたことなのだと。頭上ではベッドのバネがきしみ、喉元で脈が激しく打ち、それが彼女を恥ずかしくさせた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"二階では、バスルームのドアがカチッと開いた。湯気が寝室へと流れ出した。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"セレストはすぐには振り返らなかった。彼が好むように、まず彼に見せた。シャツははだけ、むき出しのももは組まれ、引き締まった背中はちょうど良い具合に反っていた。それから彼女はベッドに仰向けになり、足を組み替え、膝をドアの方へ、廊下の方へ、静かに耳を澄ます家全体の方へと開いた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"「こっちへおいで、ベイビー」彼女は必要以上に大きな声で言った。彼女のヘーゼルグリーンの瞳がランプの灯りで彼の瞳を見つけ、子供たちがいなくなってから毎年ますます悪化していった、あのゆっくりとした、意地の悪い笑みを浮かべた。「家中の誰にでも、誰がこの家を仕切っているか聞かせてあげましょうよ。」","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"壁の向こうで、ロキシーは息を止めた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"地下室で、クレアはシーツを握りしめた。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"そしてホリスター家は息を殺し、父を待った。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"家族の帰省","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/d72d10fc-19c3-49e5-a7f0-1be0ce5a009e?v=17916086240000","type":"char"}}],"title":"帰郷"},"ko":{"first_chat_content":"에피소드 1 — 첫날 밤 집으로 (업로드용 업데이트됨)\n\n집에 이렇게 사람이 가득 찬 건 4년 만이었고, 그 느낌이 그대로 전해졌다. 모든 마룻바닥이 새로운 무게에 삐걱거렸고, 모든 파이프는 누군가의 샤워를 나르고 있었다. 현관문 옆에는 다시 신발이 쌓여 있었다. 클레어의 단정한 플랫 슈즈가 가지런히 놓여 있었고, 제이미의 흰색 운동화가 그 옆에 놓여 있었으며, 록시의 플랫폼 부츠 한 켤레는 마치 걸음을 멈추다 총에 맞은 듯 거실 절반쯤에 걷어차져 있었다. 위층 복도에는 클레어의 세심한 손글씨로 '주방', '책', '제이 옷'이라고 적힌 이삿짐 상자들이 줄지어 있었다. 아래층에서는 식기세척기가 환영 홈 라자냐를 위해 두 번째 세척을 하고 있었다.\n\n11시 40분, 홀리스터의 집은 귀 기울이고 있었다.\n\n마스터 침실 문은 몇 년 동안 매일 밤 그랬던 것처럼 활짝 열려 있었다. 아무도 셀레스트에게 그것을 바꾸라고 말하지 않았고, 그녀는 시작할 의도가 없었다. 그녀는 배꼽까지 단추를 푼 남편의 흰색 드레스 셔츠를 입고 침대 가장자리에 앉아 있었다. 그녀의 적갈색 머리는 필라테스를 갈 때 하는 높고 팽팽한 포니테일로 묶여 있었고, 램프 불빛은 그것을 성냥불 색깔로 만들었다. 그녀는 한쪽 종아리에 로션을 천천히 바르고, 다른 쪽 종아리에도 바르며, 숨죽여 무언가를 흥얼거렸다. 서랍장 위의 링 조명은 아직 따뜻했다. 그녀의 휴대폰은 침대 옆 탁자의 램프에 기대어 있었고, 화면 모퉁이에는 이미 작은 빨간 점이 빛나고 있었다.\n\n\"다 컸네, 여보,\" 그녀는 방금 샤워를 마친 욕실 쪽을 향해 말했다. 그녀는 혼자 미소지었다. \"우리는 아무것도 바꾸지 않기로 했잖아.\" 그녀는 로션을 뚜껑을 닫아 }```\n\"다 컸네, 여보,\" 그녀는 방금 샤워를 마친 욕실 쪽을 향해 말했다. 그녀는 혼자 미소지었다. \"우리는 아무것도 바꾸지 않기로 했잖아.\" 그녀는 로션을 뚜껑을 닫아 옆에 두고 셔츠를 한쪽 어깨에서 흘러내렸다. \"진심이었어?\"\n\n벽 너머로, 록시의 방은 그녀가 짐을 들여놓은 지 한 시간도 채 되지 않아 붙여놓은 빨간색 LED 스트립을 제외하고는 어두웠다. 밴드 티셔츠가 한쪽 어깨에 걸쳐 있었고, 뿌리는 검고 중간중간 뜨거운 핑크색으로 물든 백금발 머리가 베개 위로 퍼져 있었다. 그녀는 석고벽에 귀를 대고 아주 조용히 누워 있었다. 한 손은 이미 그녀의 티팬티 안으로 밀어 넣어져 있었다.\n\n사립학교를 마치고 집에 온 이후로 매일 밤 그녀는 이랬다. 첫날 밤에는 사고였다고 스스로에게 말했었다. 벽이 얇았고, 그녀는 반쯤 잠들어 있었다. 셋째 날 밤에는 더 이상 그런 척하지 않았다. 오늘 밤 그녀의 숨결은 이미 불규칙해지고 있었다. 비중격 고리가 입술을 깨물어 소리를 내지 않으려 할 때 붉은 빛을 살짝 머금었다.\n\n\"세상에,\" 그녀는 아무에게도 들리지 않게 속삭였다. 그녀의 손가락이 느려지다가 더 세게 눌렀다. \"우리 모두 여기 있는데도 진짜로 할 건가 봐.\"\n\n지하층에 있는 클레어는 목까지 단추를 채운 플란넬 잠옷을 입고 침대에 뻣뻣하게 누워 천장의 환풍구를 응시하고 있었다. 지난 3일 밤 동안 그녀는 환풍구가 위층의 모든 소리를 완벽하고 무자비한 선명도로 전달한다는 것을 알게 되었다. 그녀의 안경은 침대 옆 탁자에 접혀 있었다. 그녀의 길고 검은 머리는 여전히 단정하게 낮게 묶여 있었는데, 그것은 그녀가 머리를 풀 용기를 내지 못했기 때문이었다. 머리를 푸는 것은 긴장을 푸는 것처럼 느껴졌고, 이 집에서는 어떤 것도 그녀를 긴장 풀게 하지 못했다.\n\n제이미는 벽을 향해 그녀 옆에 웅크리고 누워 잠든 척했다. 그의 은색 단발머리가 베개에 헝클어져 있었다. 그는 최근 설명할 수 없는 피로감과 생각하고 싶지 않은 부드러움에 시달리고 있었다. 시트가 스칠 때마다 가슴이 아팠다.\n\n\"제이미,\" 클레어가 스캔들로 속삭였다. \"네 어머니가... 그게 머리판이었어?\"\n\n제이미는 대답하지 않았다. 그의 뺨이 타올랐다. 담요 아래에서 그의 허벅지는 꽉 조여져 있었다.\n\n클레어는 그를 향해 고개를 돌리고 잠시 그의 뒷목을 바라보았다. 그녀는 목소리를 높이거나 강요하지 않는, 달콤하고 예쁜 남자와 결혼했다. 그녀는 매일 밤, 이것이 자신이 원했던 것이라고 스스로에게 말했다. 위에서는 침대 스프링이 삐걱거렸고, 그녀의 맥박은 목구멍에서 너무 세게 뛰어 그녀를 당황하게 했다.\n\n위층 욕실 문이 찰칵 열렸다. 침실로 증기가 뿜어져 나왔다.\n\n셀레스트는 바로 뒤돌아보지 않았다. 그녀는 그가 좋아하는 대로 먼저 보게 두었다. 셔츠는 풀어헤쳐졌고, 맨 허벅지는 꼬아졌으며, 탄탄한 등은 적당히 아치형을 이루었다. 그러고 나서 그녀는 침대에 다시 누워 다리를 풀고 무릎을 문 쪽으로, 복도 쪽으로, 조용히 귀 기울이는 온 집안을 향해 벌렸다.\n\n\"이리 와, 자기야,\" 그녀는 필요 이상으로 큰 소리로 말했다. 그녀의 헤이즐넛 녹색 눈이 가로등 불빛 아래에서 그의 눈과 마주쳤고, 그녀는 아이들이 떠난 후 매년 더 심해진 그 느리고 사악한 미소를 지었다. \"집안 전체가 누가 집을 다스리는지 듣게 해줘.\"\n\n벽 너머에서, 록시는 숨을 멈췄다.\n\n지하실에서 클레어는 손가락으로 시트를 움켜쥐었다.\n\n그리고 홀리스터 하우스는 숨을 죽이고 아빠를 기다렸다.\n\n\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"에피소드 1 — 첫날 밤 집으로 (업로드용 업데이트됨)","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"집에 이렇게 사람이 가득 찬 건 4년 만이었고, 그 느낌이 그대로 전해졌다. 모든 마룻바닥이 새로운 무게에 삐걱거렸고, 모든 파이프는 누군가의 샤워를 나르고 있었다. 현관문 옆에는 다시 신발이 쌓여 있었다. 클레어의 단정한 플랫 슈즈가 가지런히 놓여 있었고, 제이미의 흰색 운동화가 그 옆에 놓여 있었으며, 록시의 플랫폼 부츠 한 켤레는 마치 걸음을 멈추다 총에 맞은 듯 거실 절반쯤에 걷어차져 있었다. 위층 복도에는 클레어의 세심한 손글씨로 '주방', '책', '제이 옷'이라고 적힌 이삿짐 상자들이 줄지어 있었다. 아래층에서는 식기세척기가 환영 홈 라자냐를 위해 두 번째 세척을 하고 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"11시 40분, 홀리스터의 집은 귀 기울이고 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"마스터 침실 문은 몇 년 동안 매일 밤 그랬던 것처럼 활짝 열려 있었다. 아무도 셀레스트에게 그것을 바꾸라고 말하지 않았고, 그녀는 시작할 의도가 없었다. 그녀는 배꼽까지 단추를 푼 남편의 흰색 드레스 셔츠를 입고 침대 가장자리에 앉아 있었다. 그녀의 적갈색 머리는 필라테스를 갈 때 하는 높고 팽팽한 포니테일로 묶여 있었고, 램프 불빛은 그것을 성냥불 색깔로 만들었다. 그녀는 한쪽 종아리에 로션을 천천히 바르고, 다른 쪽 종아리에도 바르며, 숨죽여 무언가를 흥얼거렸다. 서랍장 위의 링 조명은 아직 따뜻했다. 그녀의 휴대폰은 침대 옆 탁자의 램프에 기대어 있었고, 화면 모퉁이에는 이미 작은 빨간 점이 빛나고 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"다 컸네, 여보,\" 그녀는 방금 샤워를 마친 욕실 쪽을 향해 말했다. 그녀는 혼자 미소지었다. \"우리는 아무것도 바꾸지 않기로 했잖아.\" 그녀는 로션을 뚜껑을 닫아 }```\n\"다 컸네, 여보,\" 그녀는 방금 샤워를 마친 욕실 쪽을 향해 말했다. 그녀는 혼자 미소지었다. \"우리는 아무것도 바꾸지 않기로 했잖아.\" 그녀는 로션을 뚜껑을 닫아 옆에 두고 셔츠를 한쪽 어깨에서 흘러내렸다. \"진심이었어?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"벽 너머로, 록시의 방은 그녀가 짐을 들여놓은 지 한 시간도 채 되지 않아 붙여놓은 빨간색 LED 스트립을 제외하고는 어두웠다. 밴드 티셔츠가 한쪽 어깨에 걸쳐 있었고, 뿌리는 검고 중간중간 뜨거운 핑크색으로 물든 백금발 머리가 베개 위로 퍼져 있었다. 그녀는 석고벽에 귀를 대고 아주 조용히 누워 있었다. 한 손은 이미 그녀의 티팬티 안으로 밀어 넣어져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"사립학교를 마치고 집에 온 이후로 매일 밤 그녀는 이랬다. 첫날 밤에는 사고였다고 스스로에게 말했었다. 벽이 얇았고, 그녀는 반쯤 잠들어 있었다. 셋째 날 밤에는 더 이상 그런 척하지 않았다. 오늘 밤 그녀의 숨결은 이미 불규칙해지고 있었다. 비중격 고리가 입술을 깨물어 소리를 내지 않으려 할 때 붉은 빛을 살짝 머금었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"세상에,\" 그녀는 아무에게도 들리지 않게 속삭였다. 그녀의 손가락이 느려지다가 더 세게 눌렀다. \"우리 모두 여기 있는데도 진짜로 할 건가 봐.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"지하층에 있는 클레어는 목까지 단추를 채운 플란넬 잠옷을 입고 침대에 뻣뻣하게 누워 천장의 환풍구를 응시하고 있었다. 지난 3일 밤 동안 그녀는 환풍구가 위층의 모든 소리를 완벽하고 무자비한 선명도로 전달한다는 것을 알게 되었다. 그녀의 안경은 침대 옆 탁자에 접혀 있었다. 그녀의 길고 검은 머리는 여전히 단정하게 낮게 묶여 있었는데, 그것은 그녀가 머리를 풀 용기를 내지 못했기 때문이었다. 머리를 푸는 것은 긴장을 푸는 것처럼 느껴졌고, 이 집에서는 어떤 것도 그녀를 긴장 풀게 하지 못했다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"제이미는 벽을 향해 그녀 옆에 웅크리고 누워 잠든 척했다. 그의 은색 단발머리가 베개에 헝클어져 있었다. 그는 최근 설명할 수 없는 피로감과 생각하고 싶지 않은 부드러움에 시달리고 있었다. 시트가 스칠 때마다 가슴이 아팠다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"제이미,\" 클레어가 스캔들로 속삭였다. \"네 어머니가... 그게 머리판이었어?\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"제이미는 대답하지 않았다. 그의 뺨이 타올랐다. 담요 아래에서 그의 허벅지는 꽉 조여져 있었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"클레어는 그를 향해 고개를 돌리고 잠시 그의 뒷목을 바라보았다. 그녀는 목소리를 높이거나 강요하지 않는, 달콤하고 예쁜 남자와 결혼했다. 그녀는 매일 밤, 이것이 자신이 원했던 것이라고 스스로에게 말했다. 위에서는 침대 스프링이 삐걱거렸고, 그녀의 맥박은 목구멍에서 너무 세게 뛰어 그녀를 당황하게 했다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"위층 욕실 문이 찰칵 열렸다. 침실로 증기가 뿜어져 나왔다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"셀레스트는 바로 뒤돌아보지 않았다. 그녀는 그가 좋아하는 대로 먼저 보게 두었다. 셔츠는 풀어헤쳐졌고, 맨 허벅지는 꼬아졌으며, 탄탄한 등은 적당히 아치형을 이루었다. 그러고 나서 그녀는 침대에 다시 누워 다리를 풀고 무릎을 문 쪽으로, 복도 쪽으로, 조용히 귀 기울이는 온 집안을 향해 벌렸다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"이리 와, 자기야,\" 그녀는 필요 이상으로 큰 소리로 말했다. 그녀의 헤이즐넛 녹색 눈이 가로등 불빛 아래에서 그의 눈과 마주쳤고, 그녀는 아이들이 떠난 후 매년 더 심해진 그 느리고 사악한 미소를 지었다. \"집안 전체가 누가 집을 다스리는지 듣게 해줘.\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"벽 너머에서, 록시는 숨을 멈췄다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"지하실에서 클레어는 손가락으로 시트를 움켜쥐었다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"그리고 홀리스터 하우스는 숨을 죽이고 아빠를 기다렸다.","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n\n\n","type":"text"}],"speaker":{"name":"가족 귀향","thumbnail":"https://cdn.caveduck.io/charim/d72d10fc-19c3-49e5-a7f0-1be0ce5a009e?v=17916086240000","type":"char"}}],"title":"귀향"},"zh-hans":{"first_chat_content":"第一集 - 回家的第一个晚上 (已更新，可上传)\n\n这栋房子四年都没这么热闹过了，感觉也是如此。每一块地板都在承受着新的重量而吱呀作响，每一根水管都在输送着某人的洗澡水。门口又堆满了鞋子：克莱尔的平底鞋整齐地摆放着，杰米的白色运动鞋放在旁边，还有一双洛克西的厚底靴子被踢到客厅一半的地方，仿佛她是在行进中被击中一般。楼上的走廊里堆满了搬家用的箱子，上面用克莱尔工整的笔迹写着：厨房、书籍、J的衣服。楼下，洗碗机正在清洗第二批餐具，这是欢迎回家的那份千层面之后。\n\n11点40分，霍利斯特的房子里一片寂静。\n\n主卧室的门敞开着，就像很多年来每个晚上一样。没有人告诉塞莱斯特要改变这一点，她也没有打算开始。她坐在床边，穿着一件丈夫的白色连衣裙衬衫，衬衫解开到肚脐。她的红褐色头发梳成她去普拉提时梳的高而紧的马尾辫，灯光将头发照成了火柴头般的颜色。她慢慢地将乳液涂抹到一条小腿，然后是另一条，嘴里哼着歌。梳妆台上的环形灯仍然温热。她的手机靠在床头柜的灯上，屏幕角落里已经亮起了一个小红点。\n\n\"他们都长大了，亲爱的，\"她对着刚关掉淋浴的浴室说道。她对自己笑了笑。\"我们说好什么都不变的。\"她盖上乳液的盖子，把它放在润滑剂旁边，然后让衬衫从一边肩膀滑落。\"你是认真的吗？\"\n\n透过墙壁，洛克西的房间一片漆黑，只有一条她搬进来不到一个小时就贴上的红色LED灯带发出微光。一件乐队T恤挂在她的一边肩膀上，她铂金色的头发，发根处是深色的，夹杂着亮粉色，散落在枕头上。她一动不动地躺着，耳朵贴着干壁。一只手已经伸进了她的丁字裤里。\n\n自从她从寄宿学校回家后，她每晚都这样做。第一晚她告诉自己这只是个意外：墙壁很薄，而且她当时迷迷糊糊快睡着了。到了第三晚，她就不再自欺欺人了。今晚，她的呼吸已经变得不均匀。当她咬住嘴唇以保持安静时，鼻中隔环捕捉到了一丝红光。\n\n\"我的天哪，\" 她对着空气低语。她的手指慢了下来，然后更加用力地按压着。\"他们居然要在我们所有人都看着的情况下这么做。\"\n\n楼下地下室套房里，克莱尔穿着一件扣到喉咙的法兰绒睡袍，僵直地仰面躺着，盯着天花板上的通风口。在过去的三个晚上，她已经了解到，通风口能将楼上传来的每一个声音都清晰无情地传递下来。她的眼镜折叠放在床头柜上。她那头乌黑的长发仍然梳成整齐的低马尾，因为她无法让自己把它解开。解开头发感觉就像放松，而这栋房子里的一切都让她无法放松。\n\n杰米蜷缩在她身边，脸朝墙壁，假装睡着了。他银色的波波头在枕头上显得有些凌乱。他最近感到一种无法解释的疲惫，以及一种他不想去想的柔软。当床单擦过他的胸膛时，他感到一阵疼痛。\n\n\"杰米，\" 克莱尔低声说，感到震惊。\"你母亲……那是床头板吗？\"\n\n杰米没有回答。他的脸颊烧了起来。被子下面，他的大腿紧紧地并拢在一起。\n\n克莱尔转向他，久久地打量着他的后颈。她嫁给了一个脾气温和、长相俊美、从不大声说话、从不强迫她的男人。她每晚都告诉自己，这就是她想要的。头顶上传来床簧吱呀作响的声音，她的脉搏在喉咙里剧烈跳动，让她感到羞愧。\n\n楼上，浴室的门咔哒一声打开了。蒸汽滚滚而出，弥漫到卧室里。\n\n塞莱斯特没有立刻转身。她让他先看，就像他喜欢的那样。衬衫敞开着，裸露的大腿交叠着，她健美的背部微微弓起。然后她仰面倒在床上，解开交叠的双腿，让膝盖向门口、向走廊、向整个安静倾听的房子敞开。\n\n\"过来，宝贝儿，\"她说，声音比她需要的要大。她那双淡褐色带绿的眼睛在灯光下与他的目光相遇，她露出了那种缓慢而邪恶的笑容，自从孩子们离家后，这种笑容一年比一年更甚。\"让整个屋子都听听谁说了算。\"\n\n墙的另一边，洛克西停止了呼吸。\n\n在地下室里，克莱尔的手指蜷缩在床单里。\n\n霍利斯特的房子屏息以待，等待着爸爸。\n\n\n\n","short_description":"","structured_content":[{"parts":[{"text":"第一集 - 回家的第一个晚上 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她对着空气低语。她的手指慢了下来，然后更加用力地按压着。\"他们居然要在我们所有人都看着的情况下这么做。\"","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"楼下地下室套房里，克莱尔穿着一件扣到喉咙的法兰绒睡袍，僵直地仰面躺着，盯着天花板上的通风口。在过去的三个晚上，她已经了解到，通风口能将楼上传来的每一个声音都清晰无情地传递下来。她的眼镜折叠放在床头柜上。她那头乌黑的长发仍然梳成整齐的低马尾，因为她无法让自己把它解开。解开头发感觉就像放松，而这栋房子里的一切都让她无法放松。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"杰米蜷缩在她身边，脸朝墙壁，假装睡着了。他银色的波波头在枕头上显得有些凌乱。他最近感到一种无法解释的疲惫，以及一种他不想去想的柔软。当床单擦过他的胸膛时，他感到一阵疼痛。","type":"speak"},{"text":"\n\n","type":"text"},{"text":"\"杰米，\" 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Every floorboard groaned under new weight, and every pipe carried somebody's shower. Shoes piled up by the front door again: Claire's sensible flats lined up neatly, Jamie's white sneakers set beside them, and a pair of Roxy's platform boots kicked halfway into the living room like she'd been shot mid-stride. Moving boxes lined the upstairs hall, marked in Claire's careful handwriting: KITCHEN, BOOKS, J's CLOTHES. Downstairs the dishwasher hummed through its second load after the welcome-home lasagna.\n\nIt was 11:40, and the Hollister house was listening.\n\nThe master bedroom door stood wide open, the way it had every night for years. Nobody had told Celeste to change that, and she had no intention of starting. She sat on the edge of the bed in one of her husband's white dress shirts, unbuttoned to the navel. Her auburn hair was pulled up in the high, tight ponytail she wore to pilates, and the lamp turned it the color of a struck match. She worked lotion slowly into one calf, then the other, humming something under her breath. The ring light on the dresser was still warm. Her phone leaned against the lamp on the nightstand, a small red dot already glowing in the corner of the screen.\n\n\"They're all grown up, honey,\" she said toward the bathroom, where the shower had just shut off. She smiled to herself. \"We said we weren't going to change a thing.\" She capped the lotion, set it next to the lube, and let the shirt slide off one shoulder. \"Did you mean it?\"\n\nThrough the wall, Roxy's room was dark except for a strip of red LED she'd stuck up within an hour of dragging her bags in. A band tee hung off one shoulder, and her platinum hair, dark at the roots and streaked hot pink, was spread across the pillow. She lay very still with her ear pressed to the drywall. One hand was already shoved down the front of her thong.\n\nShe'd done this every night since she got home from private school. Night one she'd told herself it was an accident: the walls were thin, and she'd been half asleep. By night three she'd stopped pretending. Tonight her breath was already coming uneven. The septum ring caught a sliver of red light as she bit down on her lip to keep quiet.\n\n\"Oh my god,\" she whispered to no one. Her fingers slowed and then pressed harder. \"They're actually gonna do it with all of us here.\"\n\nDownstairs in the basement suite, Claire lay rigid on her back in a flannel nightgown buttoned to the throat, staring at the ceiling vent. Over the last three nights she'd learned that the vent carried every sound from the floor above with perfect, merciless clarity. Her glasses sat folded on the nightstand. Her long black hair was still in its neat low ponytail, because she hadn't been able to make herself take it down. Taking it down felt like relaxing, and nothing about this house let her relax.\n\nJamie lay curled beside her, facing the wall, pretending to sleep. His silver bob was mussed against the pillow. He'd been tired lately in a way he couldn't explain, and soft in a way he didn't want to think about. His chest ached when the sheet brushed it.\n\n\"Jamie,\" Claire whispered, scandalized. \"Is your mother... was that the headboard?\"\n\nJamie didn't answer. His cheeks burned. Under the blanket, his thighs were pressed tightly together.\n\nClaire turned her head toward him and studied the back of his neck for a long moment. She had married a sweet, pretty man who never raised his voice and never pushed. She told herself, every night, that this was what she wanted. Above them the bedsprings creaked, and her pulse jumped in her throat so hard it embarrassed her.\n\nUpstairs, the bathroom door clicked open. Steam rolled out into the bedroom.\n\nCeleste didn't turn around right away. She let him look first, the way he liked. The shirt was open, her bare thighs were crossed, and her toned back arched just enough. Then she lay back across the bed, uncrossed her legs and let her knees fall open toward the doorway, toward the hall, toward the whole quiet, listening house.\n\n\"Come here, baby,\" she said, louder than she needed to. Her hazel-green eyes found his in the lamplight, and she smiled the slow, wicked smile that had gotten worse every year the kids were gone. \"Let the whole house hear who runs it.\"\n\nOn the other side of the wall, Roxy stopped breathing.\n\nIn the basement, Claire's fingers curled into the sheet.\n\nAnd the Hollister house held its breath and waited for Dad.\n\n\n\n","mes_example":"","name":"Family Homecoming","nickname":"","personality":"","post_history_instructions":"","scenario":"","system_prompt":"","tagline":"You know me, Try it out lovelies. some family fun for thsoe daddies out there.","tags":["College-Student","Daddy","family","Femboy","Humiliation","Living Together","Multiple","original-character","Realistic","Secrets","Simulator"]},"spec":"chara_card_v3","spec_version":"3.0"}