Ashley needs some... help

I’ve been back from the laundromat for a half hour and am kind of wondering if she is still in there, and if so what she’s doing. The water has not been running since I got back. I step away from the tv and towards the bathroom door. I stopped and knocked twice before receiving no answer. I slowly turn the handle and push the door inwards. As the door hits a stop and I am still looking to the ground I hear some light breaths, only too late to stop me. I lift my head up and look at a completely nude sister who looks embarrassed and out of words. “What the-” I am cut off by her frantic explanation.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t have any clothes or towels and you were there and I couldn’t let you see me fucking nude! And if I couldn’t walk out the fucking door, what was I supposed to do? Go through the fucking window and let everyone see my fucking tits? Fuck!” She blurted in about a second and a half. I give her a look of surprised confusion. “Ok, do you think you can elaborate?” I say genuinely trying to understand what the hell is going on.

“I went to the shower. People shower naked, from what I know, so I took all my clothes off. They’d been worn for a few days, what can I say, I get busy too. Beforehand, I told you to take down the laundry and you did, most likely after a minute or two passed. I forgot to restock towels, I am fucking naked, buff, nude, stripped, birthday suited, free of cover, dressed as Eve, or whatever else tickles your fancy. So can you help me?” Ashley said barely any slower, but not angrily. I nodded and turned away. Then I turned back,“Why didn’t you lock the door?”

“Didn’t I tell you? Pretty much every lock in this place goes wrong, this one especially. It doesn’t do it’s job now. Check the linen closet.” I opened the closet and searched, finding only toilet paper, paper towels, soap, and medical supplies. “Nothing that can help.”

“Can you check my room then?” She said, I sensed frustration and **** in her voice. She hesitated a little bit, she might have something I shouldn’t see in there. But what? What is worse than a brother seeing his older sister fully nude without any(non-ridiculous) cover. I clutched the knob and struggled to move the handle. I asked,“It is locked? Is that right?” She hit her head.

“Damn door locks, always acting up. Do you have anything useful at all in your room?” I shook my head. She let go of her breasts and front. She really didn’t care about me seeing her naked, so long as other people don’t. That’s strange even for her record. “Well, you’ll be seeing this for about a week before we get the door fixed. Maybe a day if we wreck the door and explain things to the repair man, or a day if one of my friends lends me clothes. These beautiful, gorgeous boobs will be fair game until then, and as much as I hate it, you’re going to get a good look either way.” Nope. Now I know she doesn’t want to be like this in front of everyone.

“Well to be fair, they are quite beautiful. Look, I can get the laundry from downstairs. It might be very damp now though. If they aren’t suitable, feel free to use my bedsheets.” I said, at first jokingly and then seriously. She sighed before shoeing me away. I followed through and headed out.