I look around the place and it was quite nice, the front entrance was wide with plenty of space. The walls were a nice white giving the place a nice soft natural glow meaning they didn’t really need any lights on. The carpet was one of those ‘welcome home’ carpets you see in places like the dollar store, though it was quite charming.
After taking our shoes off we head in further, an even bigger tail of white cotton than earlier behind me as I decided not to pick my wedgie for…reasons.
The place was quite open and I was able to see nearly anything around.
“First stop the living room.” Kylie said showing me to the living room that had a dark grey couch and a few light grey chairs around with a large T.V. on the wall. There was a large wooden coffee table in the center of it all and a few little stands separating the chairs and the couch with plenty of pictures of Kylie and her family.
I couldn’t help but be drawn to one of the photos, which had Kylie posing with her mom and dad, the latter with his tighty whities stretched over his head! I couldn’t help but giggle and imagine Mr Houston being teased by his wife and daughter with wedgies.
Then I looked at some other ones and was surprised to find myself in some of the older pictures from when we were kids.
“No place like home. Heh you like the place too right?” she said smiling as I look around.
“Yeah you definitely have a nice pleEeep,” I squeak as she grabs my beaver’s tail of cotton and dragged me to the kitchen while smirking at me.
“Heh, sorry couldn’t resist.” Kylie teased.
After dragging me over by my underwear she let go and allowed me to look around while I rub my still pretty sore butt, though there was this odd tingling sensation that I couldn’t really describe. So I just decided ignore it.
The kitchen was also very nice with a nice marble counter top and island with black cupboards and cabinets around the place. There was a nice shiny sink, dish washer, and a quite expensive looking stove.
It made sense that the kitchen was so nice since Kylie’s parents were professional chiefs and all.
“This is a pretty sweet kitchen huh nerd?” she teased, which I decided to return back.
“Oh yeah, too bad it’s wasted on you since you definitely aren’t allowed to cook.”
I smirk remembering quite well that Kylie was an awful chef and she pouted and blushed at the reminder.
“If you don’t want me to cook your butt with your dorky tighty whities you’ll shut up,” she shouted back embarrassed as I giggle at her a little.
The only cut off place was the dining room, which made sense. It had a pretty big dark wood table and lots of chair. It was something that definitely didn’t change as Kylie’s parents used to almost always have people over for dinner from my memories.
“Oh man, this definitely brings back memories.” I say remembering all the times they had me over.
“Yeah, like that one time at Christmas when I hooked your Christmas print briefs over the chair. Everyone definitely had a laugh than,” Kylie laughed as I blushed and looked away remembering that moment. It was so humiliating.
“Hey come on there’s more to see,” she said than showing me the bathroom, a closet, and than finally bringing me upstairs. Right at the top was her brother’s room. I could tell by the sign on the door.
Kylie’s brother was named Jesse and if I was remembering right he was a rather tall boy with the same colour hair as Kylie and bright green eyes. He was a rather athletic yet bookish but I still remember my tighty whities used to be his favorite stress toy.
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