Mike woke up to a loud noise. Someone was using a hair drier.
It took him a moment to remember where he was; he'd fallen asleep in a pile of laundry. He'd recovered a little from earlier and while he still felt quite tired, he was able to actually move now.
Right,
he thought,
I better get out of here.
He began trying to find a way out, but navigating the maze of laundry was rather more complicated than he had imagined.
For a while Mike was lost in some white bed sheets; he kept hitting dead ends. When he eventually escaped from the sheets, he realised the rest of the pile was a mountain of bras and panties. His t-shirt got caught on a bra clip as he crawled through the pile. He swore, back tracking to unclip himself. He noticed the label which named the cup size as 'D'.
Must be Rachael's,
he thought. Sure enough, through a small gap in the lingerie jungle he saw he was in his sister's room, and crawling a bit further up he saw his sister. She was sat on the floor nearby, drying her hair in front of a mirror, wearing a towel.
Mike had just about made it. He'd reached the top of the pile and was just about to jump down to the carpet when he was pulled back by something. "What the..." he looked back at his leg, which had become tangled up in a sexy pair of netted pink lingerie panties; he'd somehow managed to put his foot through part of the netting.
Rach would look so hot in these,
he thought in his head as he tried to untangle himself. But the more he tried, the more tangled he seemed to become; it was really hard trying to do it on top of a soft, squishy pile of underwear. He'd only succeeded in making it worse; he'd now managed to get both his arms ensnared by the pink netting! In frustration he held his arms above his head, trying to stretch out of the panties, when he suddenly noticed he was on the inside of them, right in the crotch part of the underwear.
The hairdryer was turned off and he froze; his sister had finished doing her hair and Mike turned, dropping his arms to see her pick up her phone.
