Incest Seduction/He probably won’t even show. Just throw on any old thing.

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A pessimistic sigh escapes your lips. He won’t come today. Why would he when he’s surrounded by college girls? No boy would want to leave that. And there are always parties on Fridays, right? He’s probably sleeping next to some stupid slutty girl right now.

It’s the weekend. You’d rather be comfortable anyway. You wear carefully sculpted push up bras with extra padding throughout the week at school. Not having to wear a bra at all is a welcome thought.

Rummaging through your dresser you find a pair of panties you don’t get much use of anymore. They’re bright pink with lime green elastic and covered in girl superheroes. You can’t wear them to school anymore - you’re not a kid - but you secretly still like them. Slipping them on, you fling your robe open like a cape then toss it aside before opening up your “comfy” drawer.

There’s plenty of hand-me-downs from your sister in here. Lots of slightly-too-big and well-worn clothing, which means it’s all softer and comfier than almost everything you own. Tight, form fitting clothes are your preference for school since they can show off the work you’ve put into your body. But today is about relaxing.

A pair of gray sweatpants looks strangely inviting. You step into them then roll down the waistband, in part because the elastic feels itchy and because they’re almost too loose to stay up otherwise.

After further rummaging, you spy something of your brother’s that you stashed away in here. A thin “wife beater” (the weirdest name for a top), plain white undershirt. You stole it from his hamper before he moved out. It used to smell a bit like him, but that has long since disappeared. Very rarely have you worn this. Sometimes as a nightshirt, usually only when you miss him really bad.

You stick your head and arms through its large holes, the white fabric cascading down your front. Catching yourself in the mirror you’re unexpectedly disappointed. You look far more frumpy than your usual self, even if you’re trying to not care about that today. But this “outfit” needs something. Pulling the hem upwards, you tie the bottom half of the shirt into a knot then tuck your arms in and spin the shirt around to put the knot behind you. With less of the shirt hanging free you instantly look more composed. Between rolling down your pants and tying off your shirt you’ve exposed a good portion of your tummy and tightened the loose top slightly. The neck line goes much lower on you than it would on your brother, but you kinda like that you can see the tops of your boobs. In fact you think you even look kinda good, in a disheveled sort of way.

Surprisingly satisfied, and having gotten dressed in record time (for you anyway), you tighten your ponytail and put on some lip gloss and do your eyelashes... and after another 20 minutes are confident that you’re now ready to lounge around the house for the entire day.

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