Come in, I guess!

Laura blinked at her lack of pants with tired eyes and sleepily said, "oh yeah..."

"You'll have to forgive Laura, she's a bit jet-lagged is all." Sharon chuckled, "but come in, David, the more the merrier! Laylah's upstairs and it's about time she got up, go on and wake her lazy butt up... speaking of butts, Laura, get some pants on, we have a guest!"

"I'm a guest..." Laura said, slightly annoyed as she walked lazily towards the stairs.

David shuffled awkwardly at the base of the stairs, waiting his turn to go up them as Laura was slowly puttering up them and it was poor form to follow a girl up the stairs when she's not wearing pants. While her face bore the classic Marsh family resemblance, she was thinner in build than Laylah, and from this angle, it was clear she had a smaller but too. Not a bad butt, mind you, just smaller. As said butt cleared the top of the stairs, David finally made his way up.

Arriving at the top of the stairs, David found Laura already entering Laylah's room. He walked over to the open door to see Laura lazily shuffeling over to the bed where Laylah was sleeping on her back, mouth open and snoring.

"Laylah, wake up. You goofy friend is here..." Laura said, as she went to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled in, "Now maybe I can get some sleep..." She complained.

As Laura forcefully scooched Laylah over with a bop of her butt, Laylah sat up sleepily. She turned to David in the doorway and blinked a couple times before realizing who she was looking at. She sat up a little straighter and said, "David! Hey, man!"

"Uh, hi Laylah... rise and shine?" He said uneasily as the bit of blanket that was previously covering Laylah's chest fell down as she yawned, revealing she too, like her cousin, wore a camisole to bed. Maybe even the same camisole, because it looked like it was made for Laura's modest bust, not Laylah's sizable rack. The thin shoulder straps looked like fishing line with how much they were being made to stretch.

"Heh, up and at 'em." Laylah said sleepily before grabbing the edge of her covers and moving them out of the way to allow her legs to lift her out of bed.

As she drowsily shuffled out of bed and past David, it was impossible to ignore that her bottom helf was clad only in a pair of green panties that looked a size too small on her. 'does no one in this family wear pants to bed?' David thought.

He was going to say something about putting on pants to Laylah when she interrupted him. Pointing to the door across the hall from hers Laylah lazily said, "you wanna use the bathroom first, I know boys are quicker."