A wolf in sheep’s clothes

“If I’m going to use this to the max,” you think, “then I’m gonna need some proper attire.”

You appear to be about the same size as your sister Gwen. You’re tits are a little bigger, but that won’t necessarily be a hinderance for what you have planned.

Taking a peek outside your door it doesn’t look like anyone else is home. You tiptoe over to your sister’s room and nock on the door. No response. You quietly open the door and peak through. Jackpot! She’s not home! She must be out with her friends or something.

You throw open the door and immediately make your way over to her wardrobe.

“There must be something in here!” Your almost certain she had at least a few clothes she didn’t want mom to see. But as far as you can tell she seems to be hiding them pretty well. Not a scrap of anything like you wanted! “Where else could she be hiding them?”

You search her desk. Diary… makeup… CDs… nope, not here. You search her nightstand. Tissues… men’s swimsuit magazine (you linger a little on that one)… nope, not here either! “Where on earth could she be hinting it… ah-ha!”

Getting down on your stomach, you look under your sister’s bed. Beneath it you find an inconspicuous box. You take it out, place it on her bed, and open it up. “BINGO!”