You had no other option.

Last night, you came home a little later than usual. As you walked into your house, you noticed that your mother had left some leftover dinner on the counter for you. You peeked into her bedroom to see her sleeping, and decided to take the plate and tiptoe into your own room to quietly eat. You left the lights in your room off, except for a small lamp. Feeling thirsty, you snook back into the kitchen to grab some soda. You decided to bring the full 2-liter bottle of coke as well as a small glass into your room. In your room, you poured a glass and put it on your nightstand, leaving the bottle on your dresser. You decided to change into your nightclothes, and took off your clothes. Standing naked, you placed your almost empty dinner plate onto your dresser.

In the dark, though, you accidentally bumped the coke bottle and tipped it over, causing it to start exploding everywhere. Not wanting it to stain your carpet, you had no other option but to conceal the exploding bottle in your dresser, shoving it in your underwear drawer. You waited until you could not hear the spurting soda to open back up the drawer. Looking around, all of your underwear was soaked. The soda had also exploded all over the drawer next to that one, which had most of your jeans in them. Still naked, you snook to the hallway closet to grab some towels, and ran back to your room. You dried yourself, as well as the dresser, but your pants and underwear were unsalvageable. Not wanting to bother your mother, you decided that you would take your clothes to the laundromat the next day, instead of having her wash it all at home with their washing machine.

This morning when you woke up, you put on some old jeans that weren’t affected by the spill. There was only one problem: the jeans were really rough against your penis and balls. With very few options for other bottoms, you knew you had to make these work somehow.

As you were thinking of what to do, your younger sister Jane entered the room, wearing her dance uniform. She walked in and smiled. “John, I’m leaving, I’m going to my dance competition. Love you!” She hugged you as she headed out the door.

This also gave you an idea. Since Jane was going to be away, you could just… borrow a pair of her underwear to keep your penis from rubbing against the rough denim. The thought made you cringe, but you didn’t really have any other options, so you sucked it up and went with that plan. Just as Jane left, you ran to her room and opened her panty drawer.

You planned on finding the least girly pair to wear, but as you were about to look, you hear your mother calling from upstairs. “John! I need you upstairs for something.”

Your heart began racing. Worrying your mom would come downstairs and see you looking in Jane’s drawers, you quickly grabbed a pair and closed her drawer. You yelled back “Hold on mom! I’m getting dressed.” You say quickly.

You quickly pulled down your pants and slipped on the pair you got from her drawers. They were hot-pink cotton panties. You blushed as you saw them, but made quick work of sliding them on and slipping your pants back up. They felt so soft, against your skin, especially your cock and balls. You didn’t think too much of it, though, as you didn’t want to make your mom suspicious. You ran of your sister’s room and went upstairs, where your mom asked you to go to the grocery store later to buy some things. You agreed, knowing it would be the perfect time to take your clothes to the laundromat.

Fast forward to later today, when you got home from the laundromat and the grocery store. You left your bag of underwear and pants in the trunk as you brought all the groceries inside.

Fast forward to right now, when you were in the bathroom, staring at your penis in a pair of your sister’s panties. You blush, thinking of the whole situation.