In this world, you are my brother and we are home visiting our 'rents. I come into the living room to join you in reading, wearing a t-shirt and panties. When you comment on my attire, I remind you how I was constantly walking around in a bikini when we were growing up, which covered a lot less skin than is covered right now. You then ask if I'm wearing Hanes (which, yes, I am), and we reminisce on the days we first wore Hanes. I think we always liked the way those plain cotton undies looked on each other. You certainly like the way they look on me now. And I like the way you're looking at me. In fact, it's turning me on so much I want to come closer and let you watch while I get myself off in them.