(Note: I'm using AI art as supplements. I may change descriptions of outfits slightly based on what I, in my limited knowledge, can get the AI to render properly. Apologies!)
(Note2: I rewrote this somewhat to reflect an aged up family. So sorry if you saw it within the first day- reread it!)
"Jon!" Linda yells out as she runs into him, before coming to a complete stop and staring widely at the person in front of her.
She was expecting Jon, but instead saw a tall, college-aged woman dressed in skin tight punk gear, looking down at her with a frown. Why was this person in her house? And wait, why was she dressed like a teen in way too much pink? And why did she have tails?! She needed to-
Bad kitty!
Linda felt a tingling in her feet. What started as an assessment of sensation quickly became a joyful wriggling of her toes in her svelte black thigh-highs, with little ":3" symbols on the tops of her feet. They were just so comfy, and after the first time she wore them in middle school, she was sold on them for life. Even as a college freshman, she wouldn't be caught dead without them. Wait, college? That was over a decade ago! How-
Bad kitty.
Lin felt an itch on her scalp, followed by a sense of deafness in her ears. She touched her pink headphones, remembering how her older sister gave it to her as a gift for her last birthday. She felt a sense of love and warmth as she prodded the decorative ears on top. She can be a real bitch to everyone else, but she's always been protective of me. Her sister...did she even-
Bad kitty...
Lina felt goosebumps over her body. The threads of her soft black hoodie felt nice and baggy, yet as inviting as a weighted blanket when pressed against her skin, melting her worries away. The sleeves made it super easy to stay warm all day, and she loved having the option to hide her messy pink hair away whenever she woke up with bed head. And...I love not having to wear clothes underneath! she blushed hard thinking of her naughty secret. As she grew up and broke away from her mother's watchful eye, her habits shifted from wearing a tee underneath, to just a bra, to complete freedom in college. It just felt...repulsive to have any fabric separating her flesh from the comfort of bulky cotton. Not that any guys are complaining... she smirked, getting a bit worked up from her dirty thoughts.
Good kitty.
Linka felt a breeze pass her thighs, causing her miniskirt to flare outward. Pink just like her hair, and with the help of her two lovely pink tails swishing back and forth, drew the attention of many to her creamy thighs. Especially Jules, who was super jealous- though she'd never admit it. But Linka understood- her look and personality was vibes, but Jules was a bit too standoffish. Sigh. She'd probably calm down if she got laid. She would make it her mission to help out with her sister's love life. I'm such a good sister.
Good kitty!
"Jules!" Linka yells out at she runs into her sister, standing proudly in her usual attire.
"What did you call me down for?" Linka asked, smiling as she thought of ways to get her sister some much needed stress relief.
What she didn't realize was that Jules was having a crisis of her own...
