After sitting on Tiffany's bed for a couple minutes, I heard come up the stairs. Soon she was in the room.
"John, how do you get so messy at work?"
"Tiffany," I said sarcastically, "I work at a lumber yard. What do you think is going to happen?"
"Good point. It's just I didn't expect so much dust to come from one of your shirts."
"Hmmm... must've been Thursday's. I was working the planer. That sends up a lot of fine saw dust."
"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I just finished off your coke from last night."
"That's OK."
Just then, Tiffany's phone went crazy. She ran to her dresser and picked it up.
"Crap! I forgot all about work today. Good thing I set my phone to remind me.
My sister pulled out her work uniform and began to undress. I was still on her bed, getting slightly excited watching her slide her jeans down her legs. She didn't make any sign for me to get out, so I decided to stay.
"I'd just love to just stay home today," she said.
"Why's that?"
"I'm not feeling too hot at the moment. Hopefully it's nothing."
"Well, I hope you feel better Tiff. No fun being sick."
At this point she was taking off her shirt. Her toned tummy was revealed followed shortly by her purple bra. Soon, she was clad only in her bra and panties. She then went about the business of putting on her blouse, followed by her black stretch pants.
"John, you are welcome to use my room while I'm gone. I just ask that you don't make a mess of it. I'll be back late this evening, about 10:30 or so. Feel free to go where you want, just don't let anyone find out you aren't me."
"Don't worry about that Tiffany. I'm not looking forward to that happening."
With that, she grabbed her purse and keys, and then went downstairs and out the door.