Come to think of it...Sarah and Vicky had a washer and dryer, didn't they? Sure, it was normal-sized, which was a slight inconvenience, but it was surely much safer than any other option!
Your decision reached, you bundled up all of your dirty clothes into a tiny backpack and started the trek to Sarah and Vicky's apartment. It took almost an hour to safely make from your first-floor closet accommodations to the third floor of Greentower, but you managed to do it without being crushed or significantly waylaid. Once at Sarah's door, you merely had to stroll right in through the tiny slat she'd specifically carved out of the bottom of the door just for you. It warmed your heart to have at least one family member who truly loved you.
Once inside the apartment, you took note of Sarah sitting by the couch, scrolling through her phone while tying her shoes. She didn't seem to be in much of a hurry, but it was clear she was heading out somewhere, so you kicked into a sprint to make it to her. Reaching her shoes, you shouted up to her, cupping your hands around your mouth for extra oomph.
"Sarah! Down here, sis!" You cried, thankful that your titanic sister didn't have earbuds or anything in to distract her.
Frowning in confusion, Sarah glanced around for a moment before zeroing in on you, smiling with delight. "Oh, hey, Ant! Awesome to see you! What's up?"
"Needed to borrow your washer and dryer, actually." You admitted. "Though I'd love to hang out and chat too."
Sarah winced. "Well, the laundry room is all yours. Vicky was about to put a load in, actually. As for hanging out...I actually have a dentist appointment. I mean, you can chill out with Vicky until I get back. You two could use some quality time, right?"
You paused. Sarah wasn't wrong, but you'd been hoping she could be a mediator with you and Vicky. You wholly approved of your sister's girlfriend, and they were obviously made for each other, but you always had a feeling Vicky disliked you. She always felt a bit cold and distant towards you, and no one else.
Still, you nodded. "Sounds like a plan, Sarah!"
"Awesome!" Sarah grinned, hopping to her feet and scooping you up into her palm. She then walked to the laundry room, setting you on the rim of the washer. You dumped your clothes into the gaping maw opening, then watched as Sarah drizzled in a bit of laundry detergent. Your sister then reached for her own basket of dirty clothes, tossing in some skirts, shorts, blouses, and shirts. She stopped when the only thing left in the basket of well-worn clothes were lingerie and swimsuits. She might've had more intimate experiences with you in her life than any sister should ever have with her brother, but Sarah still tried to keep embarrassing scenarios to a minimum.
closing the lid and starting up the rumbling wash cycle, Sarah turned to you. "Alright, Ant! I'll be back in two or so hours, since I'll be running errands while I'm out. Vicky might be by after she finishes freshening up in the bathroom. Have fun!"
"Thanks, Sarah!" You called, and Sarah gave you a wave as she headed off.
Before she left the apartment, she knocked on the bathroom door. "Vicky? I'm leaving, but I started the washer. Ant's here, so don't add everything else until the first load is done!"
A muffled response was all she got, and Sarah chuckled as she left the apartment.
Back in the laundry room, you sat on the edge of the washer and hummed an aimless tune, playing a thumb-war against yourself as you bided your time. You didn't have to wait long, thankfully, as the bathroom door swung open only a few minutes after Sarah's departure. A second later, and the towering form of Vicky strolled into the laundry room.
Immediately, you paled in fear.
Vicky was wearing only a horrifically short towel wrapped around her damp body, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. She'd apparently been taking a shower, which was further evidence by a second towel wrapped around her short, half-shorn hair. There was also a small bundle of clothes in her arms. More specifically, it was a sleek sports bra, itty-bitty compression shorts, frayed socks, and a tortured-looking black thong. Clearly her running gear.
Blushing, you turned away from Vicky, shielding your eyes lest she spot you and be angry. But...wait? Why would she come out in a towel if Sarah had warned her about you? Vicky had surely heard your sister's words...right?
The truth was, sadly, that she hadn't. In fact, all she'd heard was '...I'm leaving...started the washer...add everything else...load is done!' Vicky had genuinely been confused why Sarah had felt the need to only load half of the clothes before her dentist appointment, but maybe she lost track of time? Regardless, Vicky had no problem taking ten extra seconds to finish loading the washer. God above knew her running clothes needed a good deep-cleaning...especially the thong.
So, Vicky simply approached the washer and bent down to grab the rest of the basket. Eyes on the basket, she flipped open the lid to the washer, hefted up the basket, and dumped all the remaining lingerie, swimsuits, and running clothes into the machine.
You hadn't even stood a chance.
Without a single clue in the world of what was happening, you were wholly blindsided as a mountain of clothes slammed into your back, and shoved you right into the open mouth of the washer. With a scream that was swallowed by the loud churning water noises, you plummeted into the ocean of freezing cold liquid and damp clothes, only to be buried by the avalanche of dirty, dank undergarments and workout gear raining down behind you. Everything became darkness, especially as Vicky slammed the lid closed and wandered off to get dressed.
You went into fight-or-flight panic mode immediately, but it was honestly useless. The thrashing waters, the soaked and heavy clothes, the swirling vortex, and the utter darkness had already sealed your fate. Your tiny body flopped head-over-heels about a million times, before you were finally slammed back-first into some sort of fabric. The intense spinning centrifugal pressure did its work, and you quickly found yourself being crushed flat and sticking to whatever the mystery object was. As a putrid sock slammed into your face from the front, you were pinned, making escape useless.
Somehow, the forty-five minute wash cycle passed quickly, though it still sucked. Sadly, it didn't get better, as Vicky returned and transferred the sopping clothes into the dryer. You were bunched up in the middle, unnoticed, and thrown into the dryer without a second thought. The rumbling and spinning began again, as you were tossed end over end roughly, each banging impact and crush against the metal bin or other clothes only further engraining you into the fabric you were stuck to. As the fabric dried, you dried too, essentially baking you in place.
Finally, the dryer ended after over an hour, and Vicky returned to finish the task. Grabbing out items one by one, she sorted them into a basket for her and one for Sarah. After an agonizingly long wait, her hand wrapped around your body, and you silently begged her to notice you. It'd take a while to reform yourself, and that was assuming you were crushed up in a drawer. Thankfully, Vicky did see you as she brought you into the light, her eyes spotting you and widening in recognition.
A sneer and incredulous look soon crossed her pretty face.
"Oh my god, what?" She grimaced. "Seriously? Anthony? You snuck into my apartment just to dive into my dirty clothes?" The brown-haired girl was livid. "I knew it! Jesus, I knew it! You're a sick little perv. Basically the only thing that explains you now being glued to my thong!"
Your heart skipped a beat. You were stuck to her thong? The same one that had come out from her run battered, frayed, and unbelievably ripe?
You tried to signal your innocence with your eyes, but Vicky's sneer only deepened as her fist clenched around you. "Fine. If you want to be a perv, Anthony, I can't stop you. But I sure as hell can make you regret it. Hopefully, you'll be a better person after this. Sarah deserves a normal, non-pervy brother."
Your sister's girlfriend sorted the rest of the clothes, then stood up. Her mouth curled into a smirk. "You know what, Anthony? I wasn't planning it, but I think I feel the urge to do another run...and I know just the little thong to wear for it!"
You mentally screamed, but it obviously fell on deaf ears.
Just then, the front door swung open, and Sarah strolled in, some bags in her arms and her teeth sparkly clean. Your sister ran into the laundry room and wrapped Vicky in a hug, adding a few smooches for good measure. She then pulled back and grabbed her basket of clothes.
"Wow, this was fast!" Sarah laughed. "I thought Ant's first load would take longer, but you got it all done!" She winked at Vicky. "Is he still here, or did you scare him off?"
Vicky paused, frowning. What was this about 'Ant's first load'? Sarah knew Anthony was here?
What happens next?
1) Realizing she's jumped to conclusions, Vicky sneaks away with you and gives you space to reform, apologizing for judging you. You reform and forgive her, and now have the chance to actually spend a nice day with her and Sarah.
2) Either not fully connecting the dots, or still believing you're a pervert, Vicky sticks to her guns. She heads off to change into new clothes for a run, making sure her little thong passenger is nice and secure.
3) *Writer's Choice*
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