Through the house

Dave kicked off his sneakers inside the back door.

He had always thought the idea of a “trail of clothes” was stupid. Something that came up in RomCom movies so they didn’t have to actually show any skin. That was what he thought until he saw Cassandra’s t-shirt casually tossed onto the kitchen island. Imagining his sister walking through the kitchen in her bra made him rethink how arousing it could be. He pulled off his own shirt and dropped it on the floor, making his way to the next room.

In the living room he spotted her bra draped over the back of the couch. A light blue item with some lace at the top of the cups. He knew his sister was stacked, but honestly the bra cups looked big enough to be soup bowls to his eyes. Dave leaned against the couch as he pulled off his socks.

Imagining Cassandra with her tits bare out here in the public areas of the house (even if they were the only ones home at the moment) caused a rising that made Dave really tight in the jeans. Luckily it didn’t last long, as he shimmied out of his pants at the bottom of the stairs, dropping them on top of his sister's.

“Only one thing left.” Dave said to himself as he started up the stairs to his and Cassandra’s bedrooms. As he got to the top of the stairs he saw that she had finished the trail. Hanging off the knob for his closed bedroom door was a pair of light blue panties. They had a lace trim around the waist and were clearly of a set with the bra downstairs.

He walked up to his door, and ran the fabric through his fingertips for a couple seconds. Taking a step back into the middle of the hallway, he pushed his boxers down to the floor and stepped out of them.

Dave took several deep breaths before stepping up to the door. “Okay, she wants this so don’t hold back.” He psyched himself up trying to settle his nerves. After what felt like a long time he finally reached out and turned the handle opening his bedroom door.