#courageoushexrt

nonsexual acts of intimacy -  Finding your muse wearing their clothes

“Welcome home, Taichi.” The two girls said almost in unison. The girls exchanged a look, Mimi looking more embarrassed than Hikari. She was visibly blushing, and tried to laugh off her embarrassment. Both of them had wet hair, likely from the heavy downpour outside. It seemed they both got caught up in it without an umbrella. While Hikari just changed out of her clothes into a dry set, Mimi was wearing a long, baggy button-up shirt that fell past her hips, and it didn’t seem like much else. The shirt was Taichi’s.

“Sorry, Taichi. Hikari’s clothes are too small on me. It’s just until our clothes dry.”

Hikari stood up. “I’ll make us all a nice cup of hot tea to warm us up.”

After a long and grueling day of soccer practice Taichi was more than ready to get out of his sweaty uniform. He had just gotten into the apartment and left the door unlocked, walking to his room. The brunette had totally forgotten his sister had said Mimi was in their room. He walked in and dropped his back pack to the floor, not checking the bunk bed like he should have. He threw off his shirt first, his skin glistening slightly from the small bit of sweat on him. Next went the pants and then finally the boxers. Taichi was just going to rush off to the bathroom since the apartment was supposed to be empty. He stretched once, the small amount of muscles he had gotten from working out and playing soccer flexing. Once he turned his eyes finally focused on Mimi whom was on the bed. “OH..SHIT..”

Mimi had come over for a visit. Unfortunately Hikari had some scheduling issues so it would seem that it would just be her and Taichi for a while. They made sure to tell Taichi that Mimi would be over. So when Taichi came in and Mimi was just about to say her hellos, she stopped dead with her mouth open and eyes wide when Taichi started stripping in front of her.

God damn did boys look good shirtless and sweaty. But he didn’t stop there. The pants, socks, boxers, eveything until the fearless leader was stark naked right in front of her.

Only after he started stretching did Taichi look up, and Mimi’s hand fell from being cupped over her mouth. She opened her mouth, unsure what to say, before simply whistling at him.

Taichi was coming over. It was something that happened a lot lately. Normally it wouldn’t be anything special. However, today Mimi decided she’d have a little fun.

She left the door unlocked and even slightly ajar. Mimi herself was in the living room, propping herself on her couch, one leg propped against a table dangerously high for the skirt she was in. She was in a police woman outfit, one she bought for a costume party. Not a real one, of course. Real police outfits didn’t have skirts.

“Hmmm...” Mimi tapped her chin. How to mimic Taichi. Oh.” She takes a clip out of her hair and presents it, grinning similarly to Taichi,