Summer and I headed downstairs towards the laundry room while Kelly went off towards the kitchen.
When we got into the laundry room we were greeted to a near mountain of clothes with a powerful body odor slash damp smell coming from the mound.
I sighed and started grabbed laundry beginning my separation process.
Summer quickly jumped in as soon as she recognized my sorting style.
Delicates, towels, whites, blues, blacks, reds and so on.
We remained quiet as we separated not speaking a word.
As we separated I noticed that my dear sister had gone through a significant amount of towels and work out attire.
Which of course figures for the last 5 days Kelly has been a work out whore spending all her waking hours at the gym. Until yesterday that is.
For four and a half solid day's this little bitch would wake up early make her breakfast. Change into her jogging attire go out for a jog. Come back do a video in the studio. Come in eat a snack.
Go upstairs shower off her current funk. Change into a different set of work out attire go into town and hit the gym. Come back drenched in sweat. Eat lunch.
Go upstairs shower and change. Go into the studio make a couple more videos. Come back in eat a snack. Go change into workout attire again. Go back into town to hit the gym. Come back drenched in sweat. Shower. Eat dinner.
And if she still has energy she would change again this time into her workout swim suit and go back into town to swim. Or do late night yoga. Them if she did all that she would come home eat another small meal shower and change into her sleep attire.
Rinse and repeat for four and a half days.
The bitch went through at least four or five charges of clothes a day. That's not including the towels and workout towels she went through.
So of course the laundry mountain was so fucking high.
You know how many I went through in four and half days? Maybe six outfits. I like to reuse my work out clothes until the stench offends me.
Yes I know that sounds gross but I'm a guy. And I only work out in the studio. Maybe join Kelly on her morning jogs.....when she's not in work out whore mode that is.
And I sure as fuck don't go through towels like she does. I have only 4 regular towels and 2 workout cloths.
Summer spoke snapping me out of my thought of Kelly's waste of clothes.
I looked at her and said, "Huh?"
Summer looked at me and semi smiled, "I said, So how much trouble do you think you and Kelly are in?"
I thought about my answer and shrugged, "Honestly no clue."
Summer threw separated more clothes now separating Kelly's work out clothes with the rest of the clothes, "If you had to guess?"
I blew out through my lips before answering, "As long as mom keeps this to herself and not dad..... probably not that bad."
Summer laughed, "That's good."
I nodded and smiled at her, "Sorry you got dragged into this mess."
Summer waved at me, "Please I got myself into this mess when you talked me into helping Kelly. How was I supposed to know we were being watched by big brother or in our case big mother."
I actually laughed at her clarification, "Yeah if either I or Kel knew about the cameras we would have warned you."
Summer laughed and nodded. Then she looked around trying to find the camera that was in the laundry room.
I recognized what she was looking for and pointed towards the corner remembering from the feed where it was angled.
Summer looked towards the camera and nodded. She lowered her voice, "Think that one recorded sound?"
I looked at the corner actually seeing the camera which was part of the light bulb. Another ingenious invention.
I looked back at Summer and shrugged, "No clue but if I were you I'd keep the conversation vague until we know we're safe now that we know about the cameras."
Summer nodded and looked at me, "What do you think about it?"
I sighed, "Honestly." I stopped and looked at the bulb camera before returning my attention to Summer, "I feel like a major invasion of privacy has just been done. I mean the least dad could have done was tell us of all the cameras and tell us where they were."