Jon felt the cold floor underneath his naked body and knew that something interesting had indeed happened. How he was to avoid it getting more interesting was the question.
He could hear people moving around on the other side of the door, people talking, laughing, more people than were in his family. Was there a party happening? He didn't know, but he did know it prevented him from doing a mad dash to his room to get some clothes on. Frantically he searched the room.
The cupboards and shelves were bare, so was the hamper. The dryer, on the other hand, had a few items. He pulled them out and laid them on top of the machine to inspect.
One girl's baby-t shirt, white, with the words 'Dirty dirty dirty dirty slut' written on the front in garish lettering.
One man's t-shirt, black, with the words 'My mom puts out' written in plain white lettering.
One grey tank-top with the word 'MILF' written on it.
One blue sweatshirt with the words 'Female Body Inspector' written on it.
Aside from those there was one pair of jean shorts (he was pretty sure they were his) and a pair of briefs.
After quickly donning the underwear and shorts, the shirt he decided on was...