Clothing on the floor

Following Molly's finger, your eyes lit upon a pile of cloth. Huh? Your face scrunched up. Ah! A light bulb went off and three things clicked at once: first, those were boxers; secondly, you suddenly realized you were commando; and finally, you understood that when you tripped and your khakis slipped off, they weren't the only thing to do so. You must have accidentally grabbed your trousers and left your boxers on the floor.

"Well?" your sister continued. "Aren't you gonna pack those away? And I mean, seriously, James, did you really need to leave your underwear on the floor? How would you feel if I left my panties lying around?" That unknowingly ironic statement elicited a little reaction from your little guy, causing a jump and another drop of precum to seep out. Embarrassed but aroused, you shamefully picked up your boxers under her judgemental eye. You stood up and headed for the bathroom to put them back on.

"Where are you going? Put them away before you forget!" You turned back, and paused, trying to think of an excuse as to why you would need to head to the bathroom with them.

Your sister stared at you quizzically, before her gaze suddenly drifted downwards.

"Oh my God! James!"

You froze, knowing she suddenly figured it out.