“No thanks,” Sera said as she calmly walked down the hallway, carefully grabbed a slice of pizza from the pan, and then walked into the upstairs bathroom.  “I hope you didn’t use all the hot water,” she called out from inside.

“Uhhh.    Yeah.   I mean no,” Kyle answered, flustered.  “There should still be plenty of hot water for a quick shower, I’d think.”  Completely confused, he walked on down the hall and into his own bedroom.  ‘No thanks’ implied she didn’t want any.  Right?  But then she got a slice of pizza immediately afterwards.  What exactly did she think he was offering?  And what the heck was she turning down?

“And what the hell are you doing in my house again?”  He yelled the last, and most important question out and down the hall.

“Taking a shower for now,” Sera yelled back.  “Give me a moment, and then come on in and we can talk.  It’s hard to hear you over the water and through the house!”

“Just what the hell is wrong with your own house?”  Kyle muttered under his breath as he sat the pizza and soda on the bed.  Going over, he dug through his drawers looking for a clean pair of sweatpants, but couldn’t find any.  “No damn wonder,” he muttered to himself.  “Her coming over and wearing them to her house all the time.  Before long, I’m not going to have any left at all!”  

Shrugging to himself, Kyle finally slid on a pair of striped boxers.  “Good frigging enough!”

Not really caring if he caught her at an inopportune time or not, Kyle grabbed a slice of pizza and went out of his room and into the bathroom.  The water was already running, and only the faintest outline of Sera could be seen behind the shower curtain.  Sitting on the toilet cover, which was thankfully down at the moment, Kyle took a few bites of pizza before asking, “So just why are you here again this evening?  Fanny not home?”

“She’s home,” Sera said over the sound of running water.  “I just wanted to come see how things were going with what we talked about this morning.  I knocked, but no one answered so I just let myself in.  You were in the shower, so I thought I’d just grab one too, and then we could talk after.  Except you finished up a little faster than I would’ve thought.  Normally you take forever in there!”

“Yeah.” Kyle agreed; he did normally like a nice long shower.  “I had a pizza in the oven this evening and couldn’t linger that long.  You got a towel and all to dry off with?”

“I’m good.”  Sera replied.  “So…”  The sound of light laughter mixed merrily with the running water.  “Do you often walk around the house dressed like that?”

Kyle snorted.  “Would it matter if I did dammit!  Normally mom’s at work, and nobody’s here but me in the evenings.  Why the heck should I run upstairs, grab something to wear, just to go back downstairs, take a shower, put it on and come back up afterwards?  If I didn’t have the pizza in the oven, I would’ve just taken my shower up here you know!”

Laughter continued to bubble from behind the curtain.  “It’s all good.”  For some reason, Kyle thought he almost heard the sound of hissing mixed in with the sound of the running water and laughter, but he couldn’t be certain.

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“So do you at least have a change of clothes?”  Kyle asked while looking around.  He didn’t see any sitting on the sink or nearby.

“I thought I’d get you to grab me a pair of your sweats or something,” Sera admitted.

“Fine.  I’ll be back in just a moment,” Kyle said as he bent down and picked up her dirty clothes from the floor.  Shirt, skirt, socks, and yes – even a white pair of panties!  She’d only been acting like she didn’t have any on this morning!  Grinning evilly, Kyle looked back at the curtain and gave his best maniacal warlord laugh.  “Mu haha ha ha!”

Walking down to the end of the hall, he flipped open the lid to the laundry chute and dropped her clothes down it.  “Always got to keep the house nice and clean, you know,” he muttered devilishly to himself.  “Now, let’s see what we can find to wear for you.  Mu Haha!”  Rubbing his hands together in anticipation, Kyle went into his bedroom and tossed open the closet door.  

Rummaging around through the packed up light summer clothes, he found the thinnest lightest cotton top he could and pulled it out.  “Too long,” he muttered to himself, as he used his teeth to bite a hole in the cloth and then ripped the shirt to about half its former length.  Holding it up, he nodded to himself in satisfaction.  The front should be long enough to cover, but the rip wasn’t straight and there certainly wasn’t much left to the back of the top any more.

“Now to find a suitable bottom half, so she can’t refuse or complain about it,” Kyle muttered to himself.  Of course, he didn’t have any skirts or anything of that sort, but he might find something suitable of his mother’s since he was digging where they packed up all the “out-of-season” clothes.  Frantically, he rummaged around, dug through boxes, and made a complete mess of the boxes.  Just when he thought he was going to have to give up and just grab her a pair of his boxers or something to wear, he found treasure!

Opening one of the small boxes in the corner of the closet, Kyle started digging through his mother’s swimwear.  What he finally decided to grab was a very thin, rainbow colored wrap which was normally worn around the waist with a swimsuit.  The bottom to the matching bikini was there, but Kyle simply shut the lid back down and left them.  One top.  One bottom.   That was good enough for anyone!

Cackling lightly to himself, Kyle walked out of his room and back into the bathroom.  “Here, I’ve got something for you to wear,” he told her with a wide grin across his face.  

“Leave it right there.  I’m getting out in just a second,” Sera told him, and he could hear the sound of the water turning off.

At first, Kyle thought about leaving the clothes on the sink like usual, but he was feeling devilishly evil this evening.  With a casual toss, he laid them in the floor where it’d look like they slid off the sink.  Sera always got out of the shower dripping with her hair and such.  It wasn’t his fault if she had to wear damp clothes for a while!  “I’ll wait for you in my room,” he told her while trying hard to wipe the smirk from his face.