Compromise

You swallow hard, eyes flicking between the cum on the floor and the phone still in her hand.

“Wait,” you say quickly. “Compromise. I won’t lick it. But I’ll clean it up with underwear… and then put them on and wear them. The rest of the day. No one else has to know.”

Your sister’s thumb stays hovering over Mom’s name for another second. Then a slow, interested smile spreads across her face. She lowers the phone just a little.

“Underwear, huh?” She looks you up and down—naked, soft little cock still shiny, the mess you made still glistening on the tile. “Cute idea. But not your underwear. That’s too easy.”

She locks the phone and slips it back into her pocket, already turning toward the doorway.

“Stay right there. Don’t wipe anything. Don’t cover up.”

She disappears down the hall. You hear her footsteps go upstairs, a drawer open and close, then her returning. When she steps back into the laundry room she’s holding a folded set of your mom’s things: a soft, light-pink bra and a matching pair of simple panties. Both clearly worn before, the fabric slightly stretched from actual use.

She holds them up so you can see.

“These. Mom’s. You scoop every drop of that cum into the panties, then put the whole set on. Bra and everything. Wear them under your clothes for the rest of the day. That’s the deal. Or I call her right now and we skip straight to the part where she walks in on this.”

Your cock gives a weak, traitorous twitch at the sight of the pink fabric and the calm way she’s dictating the terms. The phone threat is still real. The cum is still on the floor. And now the only way out she’s offering is to put on your mother’s bra and panties after using them to clean up your own mess.

She waits, dangling the set from one finger, eyebrows raised.

“Well? Clock’s ticking, dicklet. Scoop and dress, or I hit call.”

You’re still naked. The laundry room light is bright. The pink bra and panties look impossibly feminine in her hand.

What do you do?

Accept the new terms. Take Mom’s panties, use them to scoop up every streak of cum from the floor, then put the full bra-and-panty set on right there in front of her.

Hesitate and try to negotiate one last time—ask if it can at least be clean underwear instead of ones that have already been worn by Mom.

Freeze and say nothing long enough that she starts to unlock the phone again, forcing you to decide under even more pressure.