The laundry was done.
Walking into the little laundry room, she opened the lid of the washing machine and started pulling out a few clothes, humming to herself. Nothing out of the of ordinary.
However, that changed when she pulled out a pair of her white underwear. Correction, formerly white. Peeking into the machine, she saw the culprit. One red pair of shorts with white buttons. And there was only one person she knew that wore those shorts.
"Mickeeeyyy..." It wasn't loud or threatening. Just the boooy, what did you do this time, sort of tone. She heard a light sprinting coming through the house.
"What's wrong, Min?" said a voice as it entered the room, skidding to a stop just behind her and off to the side.
She turned to him. "Did you happen to put your shorts in the washing machine, by any chance?" She had a feeling he either didn't know, or just forgot.
Tommy scratched his head, trying to recall briefly before it came to him. "Uhh, yeeah... Why?"
"Ohhh, nothing. Juust a hunch." Annika leaned against the washing machine, keeping her now pink undies hidden for the moment. "I was washing whites."
It took a few seconds for that to register in the kid's brain. And when it did, his eyes widened, and his face turned to one of oh crud. "Ohhh, no... What was in there?" He bit his lip nervously, hoping he'd be spared. At least let him have one last cheese wedge.
"Weeeelll..." She turned and held up her now pink panties. "Just these. You turned my underwear pink."
"Awww, no..." he said, cringing. "I'm really sorry, Min. I didn't know ya had whites in there, honest."
Annika gave a half smile, looking at her underwear again. She knew he didn't do it on purpose. And she could tell he really felt bad over it. Though it wasn't a big deal. "Well, it was only this pair. Not a big deal."
"I mean, ya do like pink, right?" Tommy said, lifting his hands as he hoped to make light of his little blunder, and hoping he'd make her laugh, and also spare him.
She turned back to him, a bit of deadpanned expression mixed with a grin. "Yeah, but I wear other colors, too. Like white." She held up her underwear again.
He rubbed the back of his head, an uneasy smile on his face. "Heh, reeally sorry about, toots."
She chuckled. "Heh heh, aw, no worries, sweetie. No big deal. But, uh... Ask me or check what's in the washer next time, 'kay?"
"Will do!" he replied, giving a little salute.
She giggled and returned to folding the few clothes she had, before stopping, an idea coming to her. "Heeyy... You know what this means?"
He watched as she turned around to him, grinning.
"I get to go underwear shopping. And you're coming with~." Wasn't the first time she took him with her when she went shopping for her undergarments. In fact, he'd gone with her many times. She had fun teasing him with little glimpses, keeping him from seeing the full thing until they got home. She'd show him a peek, and if he really liked it, she'd buy it. Of course, he'd also done the same thing to even the odds. She did the same thing with swimsuits, too.
He began to grin himself. "Are ya gonna show me what ya get?"
She giggled. "Duh! That's part of the fun! That, and after, heh heh!"
Tommy gave a downward fist pull with a, "Yis!", making her laugh. "Well, least those were th' only white things in there."
Looking inside the washer again, she grinned. "Oh, contrare." She pulled out a pair of his formerly white boxers which were now pink as well. She dangled them with a wide, devious grin. "I am sooo gonna make you were these."
His eyes widened before he hit his knees, fists balled in the air. "Nooooooooooo!"
She laughed hard, holding onto her stomach as he playfully acted like he'd been swindled out of his entire cheese stash. Though to be honest, he would have acted worse.
He stood up, chuckling. "Well, least you'll be th' only one to see 'em."
She gave a stern grin, her head tilting down a bit. "Heh, I better be. Otherwise I'm tying your tail in a knot."
"Fair enough. Long as I'm th' only one t' see th' underwear you get."
"Well, duh," she said, giggling after. "Like I'd let anyone else see them." She then giggled as she held up her panties and his boxers. "Hey! Now we can match!"
"And hopefully it won't be like that time we wore those awful sweaters," he said, recalling the time at the boardwalk when they wore those itchy green sweaters. He still had unfavorable flashbacks to that.
"Uhhg, don't remind me," she agreed, her head rolling back a little with her moan. She recalled wearing that sweater. Oh, sure, the idea of them wearing matching sweaters was cute, quirky and playful. But once she put the darn thing on she began to rethink their choice of clothing. She tried. Ohhh, did she try. She tried so hard to ignore the sweater. She hoped once they got to the boardwalk she'd forget about it. Maybe once she wore it awhile it would stop itching. But no. Finally, once he revealed he hated it, she was happy to yank her own off. Course, the night wasn't bad afterward. They literally took the whole, you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, to a new literal level.
"Ya know, one thing I never figured out..."
"Oh?" She finished folding the clothes as she turned around to him. "What's that?"
"When ya yanked off the sweater... Did that mean ya were topless?" he asked, quirking a brow. Now this was a question for the ages. Something he'd pondered on since that night. Did she literally just go topless the rest of the night? Wasn't like she had... anything up top to show. But still... He had to know.
Her cheeks turned pink as she smiled a half smile. "Oh, that." She picked up the clothes casually as she started by him. "You know that old slogan for those lollipops?"
He knew the old commercial he saw on TV before. "Yeah?"
She got her body around the doorway, leaving her head peeking around it. "The world may never know. Hee hee!" And with that, Annika winked and vanished through the next room.
Tommy lifted a finger to his lips in thought. Then he opened his mouth, then closed it again. He looked up and followed after her. "Wait! I have questiooons!"
How the flying Fig Newton did some guys do this, anyway? I mean, sure, he was flexible, but compared to her, he was about as flexible as a board.
Tommy sat on the floor, trying to get his legs as far apart as he could. But try as he might, he couldn't. He leaned forward, using his hands to keep his body propped up as he tried to allow his butt to touch the floor, but again, he was forming a upside down V with his legs at best.
"Careful, hon. Don't hurt yourself."
Tommy looked up at Annika who sat on the floor about five feet in front of him, both legs to one side of her and using one hand to hold herself up. "How do ya do this, anyway?"
Annika snickered as she moved her legs and got into the same position he was in. Then, like nothing, she lowered herself down, her pelvis touching the floor before leaning back, her legs stretched out on either side of her in a wide split. "For girls, it's easier. Our hips are different. We're just... more limber in general. Though some boys can do this, too."
"Yeah, an apparently I'm not one of 'em." He finally sat down before risking turning himself into a pretzel. "You just make it look so easy."
"For me, it is." Annika moved her legs straight in front of her, then pulled one in toward her, bending the knee as she raised her other leg straight up. "I always liked ballet and gymnastics, so I guess that also helped, heh. She then did the same split pose as before, this time hoping he took notice.
She was wearing a blue sport bra and pink Softe shorts. Tommy was wearing a gray tank top and red shorts. And his shorts weren't as figure forming or short as hers. His was a little more loose. She had picked hers because she knew it would be fun to get a rouse out of him, and boy, did she hope they did. And they were comfortable to boot. "Besides, yoga and exercising can be a lot of fun together!"
"Sure is! And also just a bit... painful..." Tommy said, rubbing his backside.
"Hee! That's why you take it easy. Relax." Annika moved her body and formed an arch, doing a back bend.
Watching the slender girl do those moves with such ease and grace, made him think she could probably back flip over him, water the flowers in the vase on the dresser, then front flip back to where she is, and make it look as easy as slicking a cake. And, she also looked adorable doing it, although she clearly had to have some rubber in her body. "And ya make it look cute as well," he said, grinning as he watched.
She relaxed herself as she giggled. "Hee hee! Thanks. Glad you think so."
Exhaling, he prepared himself again for the torture he was about to endure. "Alright, let's see how far I can do this." Sitting, Tommy moved his legs apart into a V again, then he proceeded to try to bend and touch his toes, one foot at a time. Grunting, he almost made it before he flopped back. "Welp. That's my limit."
Annika chuckled. "Don't worry, Tommy. Just keep working those muscles and you'll do it. And I'm here to help you work 'em! Just consider me your coach!" She jetted a thumb to her chest.
He sat up. "Well, I might not be able to do that. But I can flex these!" He then took off his tank top and flexed his arm muscles, which also flexed the light muscles around his torso.
Annika froze. Her eyes widened as she grinned a crooked half grin. She was sure she had a nosebleed. Or she nearly had one. And she knew her tail must be wagging side to side excitedly, or twitching wildly at the very least. A little squeak escaped her as her as she watched him. Now who was the one putting on the show for who? As his knuckles went to his sides, she looked on, clearly amused, entertained, and just about ready to go primal.
"Geez, you should come with a warning label..." she said, grinning like mad.
He cocked his head with a laugh. "What for?"
She quickly moved forward, basically leaping and pouncing onto him. With him now under her, she stayed over top of him. "For being too hot to handle."
"Hey, yer th' one wearin' those shorts," he countered with a grin.
Her grin widened. Yes! He did notice! "Ahhh, you noticed~! I was hoping you would. 'Bout time, too. I did so many poses trying to get your attention."
"Ohh, ya got it alright. So I evened the odds a little."
"Ohh, you cheeky sneaky." She giggled before kissing him. Then she did the same split pose from earlier on top of him, right on his pelvis.
He knew her. This was also part of her plan. "Yer doin' that on purpose, aren'tcha?"
"Hee hee! Yup~!" She ran a finger down his chest. "Wanna do another 'workout' together?"
And now it was time to get the ball in the hoop! "I'd say we did enough warm ups. Now time for th' real thing," he said, grinning.
"Yay~! ha ha!" she said, gleefully giggling before kissing him again.
And this time, the real workout and stretching did begin.