Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

he asked, clearly confused by the situation. "Nothing, don't worry about it," I reassured him, flashing him a quick smile. *** Seated in the middle of the bathtub, filled to the top with dirty clothes, I struggled to wash a black pair of panties that disgusted me to my core. I had no idea how to properly wash someone else's laundry, let alone their undergarments, but I wasn't going to let the stupid bitch who claimed to be the future Luna of this pack boss me around. As I continued my futile attempts, I felt a chill rush across my skin, my palms growing white from the constant scrubbing. But I couldn't stop, not until this task was complete.

They are stained badly but the ones which were thrown into the mud are even worse. Those ones are stained really badly, and are not even salvageable at this point. At least I can try to wash the stains off the ones I fished out from the waste bin, but not these ones. I dump everything in the pails as I think of how to even start re-washing them. At least, I think, these clothes are mine so I won’t get into trouble even as they have been damaged beyond repair. Thankfully, they don’t belong to someone else like the taskmaster because I know that I will definitely get into a great deal of trouble if they are his.

I started grabbing towels, bedsheets, anything I could find. "Emma?" Mia called from the living room. "What are you doing? It’s Sunday night. You never do laundry on a Sunday. That’s like your sacred 'do nothing' time." "The sheets are dirty," I said, shoving a load into the washer. "Everything feels dirty." I poured the detergent in, the blue liquid staining the white fabric. I watched the water start to fill the drum, the rhythmic sloshing acting like a weird sort of white noise for my brain. I needed to be busy. If my hands were moving, maybe my thoughts would stop.

I feel him pulse inside me, feel the heat spreading, feel myself impossibly turned on by the wrongness of it all. When he pulls out, I’m overflowing. Two loads dripping from my pussy, soaking into the old couch cushions. “We should clean up,” Ryan says. "Anyone want cake?" Aunt Carol’s voice drifts down. ”Last call!" I start laughing. Then they’re laughing too – three people who just did something unspeakable, trying not to get caught, covered in evidence. We clean up in the basement bathroom. I fix my dress, check my makeup, try to look like I didn’t just get fucked senseless by two step-relatives.

He shoved his feet into shoes, and grabbed the cum-stained top, taking it with him down to the laundry. He loaded the machine and started it, laughing under his breath as he saw his top whirl around the machine. It reminded him of Rhett’s ongoing joke about the death of Eddison’s every time Cameron came. “Drowning the next generation of Gales,” he murmured before sighing and grabbing the dry-cleaning off the rack they hung on – mostly his work suits, but with a few black items of Rhett’s intermingled.

Hanna. “That fucking bitch!” I screamed, scrubbing my body violently to get off the dirt that I had put on myself earlier all because I was out of my mind. I felt so filthy that no matter how much water I used, I still felt unclean. My hair felt greasy and heavy, even though I had just poured half a bottle of expensive apple shampoo straight over my head. I do not think I will ever feel clean again, and there is only one person to blame for this.

Before I can say anything else, he rushes out of my room. My sheets are sweaty and it looks like he may have thrown up on them. I pick up my mom’s clothes and my sweaty sheets and walk to the laundry room. The condo is quiet since it’s only eleven. I don’t think Will or Adam gets up before noon except for class—ever. My mother’s clothes smell like filth. If I didn’t wash them once a week they’d never get clean. Groaning, I divide her clothes into different piles and wash the whites first.

Sophia just laughed, covered in flour, flipping a perfect golden disc. And Daniel, visiting with coffee in hand, walked in, took one look, and said, “I’m not cleaning that.” Mira: “You’re part of this family now. You are the clean-up crew.” He didn’t argue. Just kissed Sophia’s flour-dusted cheek and joined the chaos. ༺❀༻ Then came the Great Laundry Catastrophe. Sophia finally decided to wash her final load of dorm clothes. She tossed everything in — shirts, jeans, socks, even her favorite scarf.

He opened the trunk and came back with some wet wipes and a black hoodie. “Clean your face and arm a little,” he told me. “Those scratches can get bad if you leave them dirty.” I took the wipes. My fingers touched his for a second. They were warm. I wiped my cheek first. It hurt when I pressed too hard. Then I tried to clean the scratches on my arm. The wipes turned pink from blood. I felt tears coming again. I blinked hard so they would not fall. Daniels watched but did not say much. He just waited. When I finished, he gave me the hoodie.

Xavier placed his hand on mine and squeezed gently, silently telling me to pipe it down. “What was the need to lie about your mum?” Miller asked Clarissa. She looked around nervously. “Did you really work for the Shirleys?” She continued to look around, almost on the verge of crying. “Can you please tell the court which part of the house is the laundry room located in?”