Sis-in-law

Today, I worked from home and, as usual, woke up just five minutes before my shift started. In a rush, I slapped on a nipple sticker and my corporate tee, no shorts, just the white thong I had been wearing since last night. Perfectly “professional,” right? Well, sort of.

I joined the morning Zoom meeting, which, honestly, was mostly for headcount. Within a few minutes, I was already bored and fighting off sleep. Since it was on Zoom, I couldn’t just turn off my camera and crawl back into bed, so I settled for fidgeting a bit in my chair, trying to stay awake.

Then I heard the door creak. My sister-in-law had come in to put away my dried clothes. I hadn’t locked the door.

I froze for a moment, heart thudding, and slowly realized she might have noticed how little I was wearing. The oversized tee barely covered my thighs, and the white thong underneath… well, let’s just say it wasn’t exactly invisible. I quickly sat straighter, trying to act casual, and forced my gaze back to the Zoom screen.

She glanced at me, paused, and gave a faint, polite smile, like she’d spotted something slightly unusual, but didn’t want to make it awkward. Maybe she’d noticed the thong? Maybe she just thought my oversized tee was… fashionably short. Either way, the awareness made my skin tingle, a mix of embarrassment and thrill I couldn’t quite hide.

I tried to focus on the meeting, but my mind kept wandering. The combination of being half-dressed, stuck on camera, and knowing someone else was in the room made my morning anything but boring.

After she left, I exhaled slowly, relief washing over me but the tiny thrill of her presence lingered. I plopped back on the couch, still fidgeting a little in my chair, remembering the subtle tension from the late night’s noodle encounter. Somehow, even the mundane act of being home alone felt charged.

It was around 1 pm when hunger finally kicked in. I had missed breakfast, though I remembered asking my mom to grab something for me earlier. I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to throw on some shorts. My sister-in-law usually stayed tucked away in her room, so I decided to take the chance.

Just my oversized tee and the white thong, I went out, imagining it would be a quick mission. But as I stepped into the living room, my stomach did a tiny flip.

There she was, my sister-in-law, sitting on the couch, legs stretched out on the coffee table, scrolling on her phone, completely absorbed… or so I hoped.

For a second, I froze, acutely aware of how exposed I must look. The tee barely covered my thighs, and the faint hint of white underneath made me blush. But instead of rushing past, I lingered just a beat too long, letting the playful tension of the moment settle in.

“Did mom bring my breakfast?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though my voice probably carried more self-consciousness than I intended.

She glanced up, gave a small, polite smile, and said yes before returning to her phone. I swear I caught a brief flicker in her eyes, but she stayed calm.

I quickly made my way to the kitchen, and for the best part, I decided to have my breakfast at the dining table instead of going back to my room. After all, I had already been seen by my sister-in-law, and she had been so calm about it, why not embrace it?

Sadly, when I walked back, she was napping on the sofa, sprawled out comfortably. I froze for a second, not wanting to disturb her, and quietly tiptoed past, trying to contain a small, guilty smile at how absurdly playful the morning had turned out to be.

Evening rolled around, and I had spent the afternoon lost in work, still occasionally replaying the morning’s little encounters in my head. Around dinner time, my sister-in-law called out that the food was ready.

I got up, slipping on a pair of shorts over my tee and thong. Not that I thought she’d notice, but… well, the morning had made me hyper-aware of how visible I could be.

When I walked into the dining area, I caught her eyes immediately. For a brief second, I swear the first thing she did was check whether I was wearing shorts. I felt a rush of amusement, and relief, when she relaxed after realizing I was. She gave a faint smile, casual, as if nothing unusual had happened, but I couldn’t help smirking inwardly at the playful tension that lingered.