You're not going to answer the door naked! You will, however, go downstairs and walk around nude.

Well you obviously can't answer it naked so you ignore the ringing, but feeling daring you go down the stairs to look for your sister's phone. Knowing that someone's on the other side of the door feels so naughty you almost stop to touch yourself again.

They switch to knocking and ringing the doorbell, no doubt having heard you yelp when you were on the stairs, but it just makes you smile as you go into the living room to look around.

The front of the room faces the lawn and street and is wide open. You're not sure if that means anyone can see you like this but it makes your crotch clench in excitement as you do a quick look.

Nothing on the table, and as you look at the couch, feeling between the cushions, there' no cell phone there. You do find three used condoms, though. Knowing they aren't yours (sadly, you're still a virgin as a guy) you figure they belonged to Sue's boyfriends. A closer look reveals them to be dried up and disgustingly covered in fuzz.

"Guess I should throw these out somewhere," you mutter, and go into the kitchen. There's not too many places Sue could have left a phone in here without it being obvious. Still, you check out the fridge (a large cucumber repeatedly catching your interest for reasons you can't fathom), the kitchen table, and the counter. No sign of the phone.

Standing by the table you again become aware of a big pane of glass with no covering, through which you could once again be seen. This time the realization makes you moan.

"God Sue, you're such a tramp," you say to yourself, then turn to the front door with the realization that the person there seems to have given up. Turning back to the plate glass door you happen to spot the object of your search sitting on a table beside a pool chair. "Stupid bimbo, what if it rained?" you say to yourself and open the door.

The realization that you could be seen by the neighbors makes you freeze. Excitement and fear surge through you, fuelling that increasingly hard to control lust.

Then you hear the side gate open and realize that whoever was at the front door must be coming to the back. You probably have enough time to get the phone and come back inside.