Put on the panties

You plunge your muscular quarterback's legs through the too-small garment. The lacy pink thong looks ridiculous on you: compressing your package and making it look tiny. You make to take it off when dad shouts for you again.

'Fuck,' you breathed through clenched teeth.

You yank on your jeans and stumble into the corridor as you try to put on your shoes and walk at the same time.

You spot dad and a couple of other guys moving a large tool box into the garage. You spot the broken dolly as you rush over to help.

You spent the morning moving dad's new tools into the garage. The shop wouldn't be ready until the end of the month. You struggle to keep the lacy pink strap from riding up your hips - a task made more difficult at how impressed the moving guys were with your bare-chested physique. They kept stopping to complement your guns and your pecs and to ask questions about your workout routines. You never had the opportunity to sneak off to take it off.

You sighed in relief as they finally drove off. After lunch, dad instructs you to clear out the other rooms the best you can. He can't help but mess around with his brand new shop tools. You stare at the small mountain of boxes that still need to be sorted and roll your eyes. No wonder mom left him.

You saw a large shed out back - might be worth tidying up the back yard. It looked like a great spot for a home gym, and you thought you spied an old motorcycle through the window. Of course, you'd have to dig out the lawnmower to clear the tall grass to get to it.

The attic might be worth checking out. It wouldn't be comfortable though - summer was fast creeping up and you were already drenched in a fresh coat of sweat.

Most of the other rooms were unremarkable, but there was another bedroom neither of them explored yet - Mrs. Parker claimed it was an old nursery, but the door was locked and she'd lost the keys for it. You found an old key bowl in the basement last night - might be worth trying out.

Or you could explore your room a bit more. If dad wanted to waste time doing his things, why couldn't you?