Clara, an 20-year-old girl

Mondays are the worst for Clara. She generally does well in college, but she just hates Mondays. She drags herself in a slog from the moment her alarm rings to the moment she exits her shower. On days when she has track-and-field practice, she has to dress a little more modest and usual, because there are usually some creeps sitting on the bleachers just to watch her.

But today was different. She had been reading some erotica the night before, where there was a pop-up link that said, Fulfill Your ENF Fantasies Now! She was alone in the unit - her brother had gone out with friends - so she was reading it on her phone, naked on the living room couch, a finger moist at her pussy. Her 18-year-old brother was the only other occupant of the unit (her father had rented it, seeing as they were both studying at the same college, far away from home), which had only two bedrooms with bathrooms, a kitchen and living room. Sometimes, when she had forgotten her towel was in the wash, she would dash from the bathroom into her room rather than getting her clothes wet, also just for the cheap thrill. This was after she was sure her brother was in his room, of course.

The link looked legitimate enough. Nothing too colorful. She had expected another ENF story, but when she clicked on it, it only brought her to a blank, flashing page.

What a disappointment. She pressed the 'back' button to find an alternative. The link was gone.

Now, she has to get to class again. Ugh.

She could hear her brother's spoon clinking outside, in the living room, when she stepped out of the bath with only her towel. Ugh, that meant she had to eat with him. There was nothing wrong with him, it's just that they weren't close and she'd much rather eat alone. After checking the lock on her door again, she took off the towel and went naked to her wardrobe to pick her outfit.

The sports bra went into her bag for training later; she picked the beige bra for class, which was surprisingly hard to put on. That means her breasts were growing too big again. She made a note to buy new bras.

Next, a long-sleeved blue button-up blouse. She left the top two buttons exposed, because that's what all the girls do.

Normal silk panties.

And comfortable long cotton pants.

She opened the door. John was laughing at something on his phone, but stopped immediately when he saw her.

He kept staring as she got the cereal and milk and set it on the table, which both annoyed and creeped her out. "What?" she said, rather rudely.

"Uh, sis - you - um -"

"I what?" Clara erupted. "Uh, uh, uh. You want to say something? Say it! Don't **** on your words like some idiot. Are you still in kindergarten?"

"Sis, your clothes -" He pointed at her top, which she knew she had intentionally left two buttons open. Jesus, this was enough to set him off?

"Is this too much for you? You men are all the same. Always telling a woman what she should wear, what she shouldn't wear. You all should learn to mind your own fucking business."

She had always been the one in charge. She was older, wiser, smarter. Maybe they had not yet spoken for so long, he was starting to forget.

They had the rest of their breakfasts in silence. John finally finished his, and stared again a few times. Before he made his way out the door, he said, "are you sure you're going out like that?"

"Christ, just shut the hell up, John!" Clara slammed her fist on the table. "Can you just go for your fucking class?"

He left.

Finally. Clara finished her breakfast in peace, and headed to class.