This story continues on from Holiday Heat 02 and is set a few hours later on the same day. It's not necessary to have read the series up to this point, but you should!
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The sun was lower in the sky and its brightness and warmth embraced Claire's dreamy face, stirring her awake from her nap like a lover's kiss.
The young college girl felt refreshed and rejuvenated. It had been quite the eventful day so far! She could barely believe her own eyes.
Arriving home early and unannounced for the holidays, she had spied her younger brother Chris masturbating for their local FedEx lady, Jill. Then on her way to her old room, she witnessed her parents, Leon and Alice, in their bedroom bumping uglies harder than in a porno flick.
Not one to miss out on golden opportunities such as these, she had of course worn herself out getting off on all the action. Hence the nap she now awoke from.
Still very much nude, she uncurled herself from her bed and stretched while yawning. It seemed that no one had caught her unaware as she had with them, and that was a bit disappointing. Or perhaps they did but quietly enjoyed themselves without waking her? One would hope so, anyway.
Claire realized she needed a shower, so she lazily plodded over to her closet for something to wear. When she opened the door, she saw her old clothes as expected, but next to them were some of her brother's things as well, including his old basketball jersey and matching shorts. That brought a smile to her face.
She figured she'd look cute and tomboyish if she wore the jersey and shorts, and she'd definitely fill them out more than her brother did. Maybe he'd get a kick out of seeing her in it, who knows? Maybe the whole family would! So she grabbed the two garments and nothing else, then headed to the adjoining bathroom.
Unlike the rest of the day, her shower was tame and uneventful, though she did leave the doors open, just in case anyone would come by. She remained naked for as long as she could afterwards, while applying various lotions, creams, very light makeup, and putting her hair up in a ponytail.
Eventually she finished and put on the jersey and shorts, opting for no underwear. She still didn't have any bras that fit and the thought of her pussy resting in the same shorts that her brother's dick had aroused her enough to keep her commando.
She looked in the mirror and giggled. The poor basketball jersey did it's utter best to keep her udders covered, but it was a cause almost certainly to be lost. There was a substantial amount of side boob, deep cleavage, and though soft, her nipples were quite obvious bumps. Not to mention they threatened to pop out the sides under even the slightest movement.
The shorts didn't fare much better. They were tighter on her than they had been on her brother. Her ass was more pronounced and her hips were obviously wider than his. As a result, the waistband rode on her lower than the lowest low-waisted jeans. Try as she might, though admittedly not very much, she couldn't get them to stay any higher.
The top of her pubic mound could be seen if anyone looked closely enough. She kept herself trimmed down there, thank goodness, so it wasn't too noticable but there was definitely visible stubble. Turning around, she could see the very top of her ass crack peeking out as well, giving a hint of back cleavage normally reserved for plumbers, she mused.
Thankfully, men's basketball shorts are loose fitting and longer on the bottom, so without a visible cameltoe, she decided she wasn't too obscene as to not get away with wearing the get up around her parents. She was probably riding that line, however.
Claire shrugged and put on her glasses, before blowing herself a kiss and then happily dancing out into the hall. She stopped by her parents bedroom as she was passing.
They were both absent now so she stepped inside and looked around. The bed was still a mess, and there was only a hint of sex in the air, but otherwise no one would be the wiser to what they were up to earlier. Even the clothes out in the hall had been picked up, no doubt by her mother.
She spotted her father's favorite ball cap and put it on, pulling her ponytail through the back and completing her sporty look. Not wanting to leave her mother out of the equation, Claire spritzed on the same perfume Alice wore to her son's games, and donned her workout wristband. Then off she went again, bounding down the stairs to the first floor, heading to the living room.
Once again, she found her brother sitting on the couch. This time, he at least had some comfy cotton shorts on, as well as an opened up shirt that framed his bare, husky chest. He was watching TV and didn't notice her at first as she leaned on the doorframe.
'Hey, baby bro! I'm home! Whatcha think? Look what I found stashed in my room!', Claire exclaimed as she twirled around, showing off the outfit with a cheeky grin.
'Well, hey yourself, you old hag!', Chris laughed, his eyes dancing over his older sister's body, keenly aware of her not so subtle curves. 'I always knew you'd end up joining the team but I figured it'd be in the locker room with all the gear off, not on!' He stuck out his tongue as his sister mock pouted at him.
'Christopher Joseph Redfield!', their mother admonished with a gasp from behind him in the kitchen. 'Is that any way to welcome your only sister home? You should be ashamed!'
Claire grinned and gave her brother the old 'gotcha in trouble!' look she always gave him since childhood. He just shrugged his shoulders, knowing the 'trouble' today was in words only.
'If Chrissy-poo had any shame, mother, or bothered to be a proper man of the house instead of such a lazy boy, he'd get off his rump and come give me a hug! Isn't that right, *baby* brother?' she playfully said, emphasizing the word baby, knowing it annoyed him a bit.
'You're right! He would!', Alice said firmly, in more of a demanding tone than a suggestion. Sighing dramatically, he stood up and held out his arms in a very unenthused manner, mostly for mocking effect as internally he was overjoyed at her return.
Then, their mother's softness and smile returned as she glanced past her son to her daughter. 'Welcome home, dear. We weren't expecting you so soon! An... interesting choice of clothes you have on, by the way. Must've been home for awhile now, I take it?'
'Just a few hours is all. Marie gave me a ride home. Napped and now here I am Surprise!', Claire explained, with a 'ta-da!' flourish, before rushing up and hugging her brother.
She purposefully wrapped her arms around him under his open shirt to feel more of his warmth. Her head rested on his chest, and she listened to his heartbeat for a moment. She was tempted to lick his nipple but she resisted.
Then he returned the hug in kind, giving his own version of a powerful bear hug to her, daring to squeeze the breath out of her lungs, and inevitably pushing her perky, bare breasts out the sides of her jersey.
She ended up in a fit of giggles as he grabbed her by her hips, just above her shorts, and spun her off her feet and around several times. A few times more and she was convinced her shorts would fly right off. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, they didn't.
