>>79998384The rapping at the door snapped your attention away from the monitor. The soft voice of your sister followed. Can I come in anon? S-sure, ok, it's open. You frantically closed a couple tabs as Lua walked into the room. She was wearing a white t-shirt and grey shorts hugged her hips. You could see her dark sports bra (blue? black?) underneath the thin cotton. Her long purple hair was tied up in a ponytail high up on her head and bobbed slightly as she walked. Your eyes watched her intently as she stopped beside you. You smelled...chlorine? Well, obviously. She's back from swim practice. Your palm itched. So, how was your day? she cheerfully asked. Fine, I guess. How was practice? you tried to keep the nerves out of your voice. Good, today was the last one so it was pretty easy. You really should join the team, you know. Lua smiled gently and you fought to keep your heartrate steady. With some work, you could be quite good. I dunno about that- you trailed off. Well, there should be an Asuka on the team. You have keep up our reputation once I'm gone. she laughed and turned away. Walked over to your bed and sat down. Crossed her legs. Tone, smooth swimmer's legs. Why are you in my room, you said failing to keep the edge out of your voice. Well, I was going to do some laundry. And wanted to see if you had any I could throw in, too? Becoolstaycalm. No, I'm good. I'll do mine tomorrow. Lua tilted her head slightly. Oh, ok. silence. stillness. Her gaze locked on to yours. Anon. I'm missing some underwear and I looked everywhere and. M-maybe it's stuck in the machine, you interject, did you ask Da-. Anon, I didn't but I know it isn't. Lua got off the bed and walked over to you. Heart pounding. Shame. Impossible to hide at this point. You couldn't even look at her. Hey. That gentle voice, light like a feather. Hey. I'm not mad. She sighed and placed her hand on your head. It's OK. I just want them back. Suddenly, she leaned in her mouth was next to your ear. Her cool cheek against your burning face. SOooOoo badly. She pulled back a bit, looked directly at you. Biting the corner of her lip the tiniest bit. I'll trade you she said breathily. The 6 pairs (WTF 6!? you complete moron! Of course she'd notice) you have stashed under your bed or wherever boys hide them...for..these. waitwha-? was the last partially formed thought that went through your brain because after "these" Lua's hands slipped to her hips. Thumbs in the waistband. Hips shimmying. side to side. down past her knees.there. Black lace panties. She stepped back, out of the grey shorts on the ground. You know, she said, suddenly matter-of-fact. I don't normally wear these to school. But they're my very last pair. I had to wear them Allll. Dayyyy. And again after practice. so grosssss. Her fingers danced around the edges, a moment of hesitation? And then she slid them down silky smooth. One step, one leg out. One more step, the other. Lua stood up and look at you sitting stupefied. a vision of tastefully trimmed midnight indigo cut short by the return of the grey shorts. you probably should have put on pants before she came in because there was no way she missed that tent and the small, yet slowly growing dark stain forming rapidly at the peak. So, deal? She said as she placed them over your head, being careful to not overly stretch them. You don't remember time passing, getting up, digging out her panties from the closet, handing them to her. Thanks, she beamed at you and bounded towards the door. She looked back over her shoulder, ponytail swaying and eyes focused on your boxers that had turned a completely new shade. Oh, I'll wait a few minutes before starting this load in case you want to toss yours in too!
