Voice On My Shoulder Part 4 (Patreon)

Part 4

Expecting someone to come bursting into my room and catch me standing in just my sister's underwear, I brace for the worst.

My little body begins to shake as I imagine what everyone is going to think of me.

Without thinking, my brain goes into preservation mode and I start rushing around my room at the speed of sound.

The pile of my sister's clothes I’ve taken, I shove them deep under my bed for safekeeping. Then like my life depends on it I throw on my pants and the first T-shirt I can find. It’s incredibly exciting having my sister’s underwear on under my own clothes!

With the female under I’m wearing now hidden beneath my boring male clothes, I sit on the side of my bed and try and act completely natural. Which is hard with the stringy underwear deep in my crack.

My door then opens and I take a sharp breath in and stare vacantly at my wall. Standing in the doorway is my mother.

“Have you accidentally taken some of your sister's clothes?” Mom asks in a normal tone.

Knowing I can’t just fish her clothes out from under my bed without a good explanation for how they got there, I shake my head.

“N-no…,” I say, trying to act normal and not like my heart is about to jump from my mouth.

Unable to face her, I just keep staring at the wall. I just keep hoping to high heaven that my mom doesn’t notice my bra straps through the thin material of my T-shirt.

“What are you doing?” Mom questions curiously. “Why are you just sitting in silence?”

She looks down at the messy pile of clothes I’ve brought up that I hid Cora’s clothes in and gets a little upset. “Drew!” she scolds, picking up a pair of shorts. “Put these away. Don’t just leave clean clothes on the floor!” she continues, throwing them at me.

“Y-yes Mom,” I quickly answer, getting to my feet to gather up the clothes I’ve discarded onto my bed floor. I’m desperate for her to leave my room, so I do what she asks without question.

However, in my haste, I’d forgotten about the lacey red thong that’s buried itself deep into my ass crack. I can feel my skinny jeans lowering and my panties rising as I bend down in front of my mother.

Time freezes at that moment as I realize my sister’s underwear, which I have on, is probably now on display for her to see. My heart can’t take it and I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack

“Has he got them?” Cora asks, appearing in my doorway at the split second I bend over. “I need that underwear for my date tonight!”

Oh My God! I’m on display for both Cora and Mom!