Voice On My Shoulder 2

Voice On My Shoulder Part 2

Seconds go past as I stare at Cora’s clothes pile and decide what I want to do. I won’t get a chance like this again. A chance to ‘accidentally’ take some of her clothes to try on.

I look over my shoulder at the doorway, checking that I’m not being watched. I’m alone and I can’t even hear Mom in the kitchen next door.

My heart races as I grab hold of a laundry basket and start enacting my plan.

Sandwiching the entire pile of my sister's clothes between stacks of my own stuff, I put the basket down and check to see if it’s obvious.

“Nice,” I say to myself, knowing that none of her lacey underwear isn’t noticeable through the slits in the sides of the basket.

Standing up, I press the laundry basket closet to my chest and I let out a long breath. I feel like I’m in Ocean’s Eleven and I’m about to pull off a major heist.

Stepping out into the hallway, I feel dizzy with excitement. My mouth has gone completely dry!

Taking long strides, I buzz past the kitchen door without incident. Approaching the staircase, I take two steps at a time as I rush towards my room.

“Drew!” Mom shouts from the kitchen.

I stop dead in my tracks, frozen halfway up.

“Y-Yea….?” I nervously answer as my heart thuds wildly in my chest.

She stands in the kitchen doorway and looks up at me with a frown. “Do you have to stomp up the stairs like that!?” she complains. “Are you an elephant?”

“S-sorry,” I answer, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’m just taking this stuff to my room.”

Mom shakes her head. “Maybe do it a little quieter,” She replies.

Usually, I’d answer back, but I just nod vigorously in agreement. “Will do”.

Mom’s expression quickly becomes suspicious. She narrows her eyes and stares directly at me like I’m a convict on the run that she’s recognizing from a wanted poster.

“What are you hiding?” she asks suspiciously, pointing a finger of accusation in my direction.

Going bright red, I glance at the clothes in the laundry basket and hope to the gods she doesn’t check.

“N-nothing,” I reply with a voice crack.

Not wanting her to ask any further questions, I give her a wry smile and continue walking up the stairs.

Out of sight, I breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing my open door, I rush towards it.

Gently closing my door, I place the laundry basket on the bed. Throwing off all my boring clothes, I dig into the small pile of my sister's stuff I’ve taken.

My eyes grow wide with excitement as I pull out several garments I’m interested in trying on. A pair of her leggings. A matching bra and underwear set. A pair of denim shorts, a couple of tops, and that pleated skirt.

Grinning wide, I know I want to at least try something on!

But, do I start small or do I try on one of the larger items first!?