>Why?
>Why did it have to go like this?
>A whole week of... of who knows what!
>And all thanks to your dirtbag parents!
>Maybe some explanation is in order?
>You are Gleaming Shield
>And your parents are gone for the week
>Some sort of get-your-marriage-back-on-track cruise
>Adults only, so you and your little brother can't go
>Well, you could, with it being a holiday week and all, but you're not
>As if they need it anyway
>As if you care
>Well, you do care
>Because them leaving leaves alone with Dusk for a whole week
>Just the two of you
>And you'd be in charge
>At least, that's what you expected
>Because today, during dinner, you learned that Dusk is getting a babysitter
>And not just any babysitter
>Crescendo
>Who?
>Oh, only the hottest yet somehow sweetest boy in all of Canterlot High
>At the moment, you were so excited with getting Crescendo inside your house that you completely forgot to object to it
>But now, mere minutes before his arrival, your sitting in your room, head full of, well, realization
>A full week
>Spending ten minutes with his attention is enough to fry your brain
>But a full week of just you and him...
>And Dusk, of course
>How the fuck are you not gonna be the laughing stock of the entire world after this week?
>How the fuck are you gonna hide the permanent wet spot in your panties?
>Should you hide it?
>Maybe he's-
>Ding dong~!
>You're pulled from your fantasies by the front door bell
>Must be Crescendo
>You'd say right on time, but he's three minutes early
>If it's him
>Your suspicion is confirmed by your mother calling upstairs after a minute or so of mumbling
>"Dusk! Gleaming! Crescendo is here! Come down here and give him a warm welcome! We'd do it ourselves but we really have to leave now! We'll see both of you in a week!"
>You hear some sounds, which you assume is shuffling around with bags and such, followed by the front door shutting and Dusk stomping down the stairs
>While your brother excitedly greets his babysitter, you think of what in the world to do
>"Gleaming? Come down here and say hi to Crescendo!"
>Well, there's that solved
>Thank you, oh dearest brother
>You slowly trudge down the stairs
>Anything to stall having to look him in the face
>"Oh! Gleaming! There you are! I was almost afraid I wouldn't get to see you!"
>Just the sounds of that dreamy voice nearly sends you tripping down the stairs, resulting in a awkward stumble
>You're immediately met by two hands on your shoulders
>Guess who
>Protip: Dusk isn't strong enough to catch you
>You slowly turn your head upwards, eagerly taking in the sight of that toned body, that slim waist, those broad shoulders...
>Is that a bulge?
>You have to shake yourself out of it before things get weird, and finally look him in the eyes
>Big, purple eyes of dreaminess
>And that smile
>"Hey, you alright?"
>No you're not alright
>Why the fuck are those hands still on your shoulders and not in your pants?
"Y-yeah... You're f- I'M fine! Totally fine!"
>Great way to kick it off
>Crescendo just chuckles and smiles at you
>"Great! Now that we're all here and doing fine, Dusk, your mother mailed me a list of... Well, everything, so why not go over it together?"
>Oh, now's the perfect time to put on a 'cool older sister' act!
"heh, yeah, he l-"
>"I love lists!"
>Crescendo smiles at your brother's remark as the two walk into the living room
>Go after them?
>Well, you have no business there, so it'd just seem weird if you hung around there
>On the other hand, you just /have/ to spend every possible second next to him
>Anything to find out what he likes
>But you got a whole week ahead of you, and there's not much chance he likes weird stalker girls
>By the time you've come to your decision, you've walked halfway across the living room
>you try and turn and tiptoe back out, but Crescendo spots you
>"Is there something, Gleaming? Or did you need Dusk?"
>Quick!
"Uh, tell me if you needanythingokay?"
>About ten seconds later, you're back in your own room
>Your beet red face must've looked real charming when you rushed out of the living room
>Okay, so he probably thinks you're weird now
>Great
>You know what, spending a week in your bedroom sounds like a great idea right about now
>With any luck, he'll walk in on his own accord, and since there's a bed already there...
>Ha, good one
>As if
>You carefully listen for a few second, and hear Dusk still chatter away, Crescendo very probably still on the receiving end
>Without anything better to do, you boot up your computer to whine about PocketDogs and the use of Technical Devices on the internet
>And before you know it, the sun has fallen far below the horizon
>You can hear Dusk playing with magnets in his room, but where Crescendo is, you have no idea
>...
>A shower sounds good right now
>You peek out of your bedroom door to see if Crescendo isn't upstairs, but see nothing
>You quickly undress down to your panties, and remove those in the bathroom
>Perfect!
>A nice cold shower is just what you needed
>After that, it's little effort to dry yourself off and put on your clean panties and-
>Crap
>You forgot both your clean panties /and/ bra
>No worries, not the first time
>You /could/ just fish your dirty set from the laundry pile, but if Dusk says there aren't any, you'll have to keep wearing them...
>Let's go with plan A instead
>You walk up to the wall between the bathroom and Dusk's bedroom, and knock a precise code
>Shortly after, you hear him get up, walk to your room, fetch you a pair of panties and hopefully a bra too this time, and head to the bathroom to leave them at the door
>"Uh... Gleaming? T-there aren't any in your closet..."
"Bras, right?"
>Please please please say yes!
>"Yeah."
>Thank g-
>"Um, panties, too. Should I go downstairs?"
"Yeah. No! Get me one of my shirts, or, no, one of dad's t-shirts! Then head downstairs after that, okay?"
>You hear your brother scurry off again, and come back not much later
>Instead of leaving the clothing at the door, he actually fumbles it under the door this time
"You're the best little brother, Dusk!"
>You eagerly take the shirt from him and throw it on
>It's white, but you're not wet anymore and it's long enough to cover you like a decent summertime skirt
>Except, well, no panties
>"No problem, BSBFF! I'll, uh, I'll head downstairs now
>You wait until Dusk has descended all the way down before leaving the bathroom, clad in nothing but a large shirt
>As you walk over to your own room to find out what you're gonna do, you peek into the stairwell to make sure you have no peeping toms
>"Oh, hey Gleaming! Shower's free now?"
"Yeah."
>...
>Waaait a second
"C-Crescendo! I didn't know you were here! I mean, upstairs-here, not in the house-here, because, well, I greeted you earlier, but, um, yes. Shower's free."
>While you stumble over your words, you desperately pull the front of the shirt down to minimalize the chances of him catching sight of your cooch
>"Gleaming, are you alright? You're looking kinda red..."
"J-just the hot shower, it'll go away in a minute!"
>Even though you're sure you're almost ripping your shirt with how hard you're pulling the hem down, but you still notice Crescendo is fighting the urge to look down
>For just a second, you follow his would-be gaze down
>Yes, you were pulling down hard enough to cover your vag
>Yes, you were pulling down too hard
>Yes, you were treating Crescendo to a grade-A nipple slip
"I-I'm so sorry!"
>You pull the shirt up over your tits again, realizing just too late you're now treating him to a sight much worse
>Or much better, depending on who you're asking
>You barely notice Crescendo's face turning a softer shade of red
>You're way too busy rushing past him and locking yourself in your room
>Within seconds of touchdown on on your bed, or there's a knock on the door
>"Gleaming? I'm sorry for, uh, just now. I promise I didn't look! Really!"
>He didn't?
>You move to the edge of your bed
>Maybe he'd like to take a better look?
>Or feel you up?
>With his dick, preferably
>"Gleaming?"
"It's alright~ er, it's c-cool! Accidents, huh! Lucky I was wearing a shirt in the first place!"
>"Well, I'm just a guest in your home, so if you decide to, er, go without a bra, I can't really object, can I?"
>Wait, so he hasn't actually seen it?
>Maybe you can still save yourself!
"Heh, yeah, it's so hard to find one matching to my, er..."
>You glance down to your exposed crotch
"My panties..."
>After short silence, Crescendo speaks up again
>"Alright, so, er, I'm just glad everything's fine. You know what, I'm gonna hit the shower myself right away!"
"Okay, um, have fun!"
>The next five seconds are spent trying not to hit yourself in the face
>'have fun'?
>Seriously?
>"Oh! Crescendo! You can leave your clothes on the laundry pile!"
>You hear a faint "Got it!" from the bathroom
>You're kind of surprised he heard you behind two closed doors
>Once the sound of running water assures you of no more interruptions, you throw your closet open to hunt for underwear
>And take an educated guess as to what the first item of clothing is your eyes find?
>Panties
>From the looks of it, the last pair
>It's also in the socks drawer
>No wonder Dusk couldn't find it
>You work yourself into them, and find out not much later that you are indeed out of bras
>Heh, well, nothing a thick sweater can't hide
>Right?
>So, all that's left to do is to throw dad's shirt into the laundry
>Waiting for Bolero to finish showering, you decide to kill the time with a round of Libratree Deluxe
>It's pretty boring, more something for Dusk
>But one round takes long enough for the shower to stop running
>You step out of your room, and make your way to the bathroom
>It seems Crescendo hadn't left yet, as he opens the door nearly right in your face
>Worth it, though
>The scene almost plays in slow-motion before you
>The mist clouds rolling out between his legs
>The water pearling on his arms
>Oh, and not to mention he's naked from the waist up
>And he's not as handsome without a shirt as you'd think
>It's even better
>You quickly feel the all-too-familiar feeling of blood rushing to your face
"Oh, uh, hi. I was just gonna..."
>You hold the shirt up for emphasis
>"Yeah, of course, go ahead!"
>Crescendo politely steps aside for you
>As you pass him, you could swear he's looking at your tits
>Yet you somehow don't really feel like being offended
>You never were the type to get upset over that anyway
>Maybe it has something to do with you holding the school record of "Fewest times groped in the hallways"
>But this isn't the time to be talking about accidents
>More important is that Crescendo's still standing right in the hallway when you return from your 5-second visit
>With a shirt on now, thank god
>"Um..."
>With a sheepish grin, he points to the guest room
>...
>Fuck!
>You were supposed to clean it up this evening!
"I, I know, I'm sorry..."
>Crescendo seems to think for a few seconds, but eventually breaks into a smile
>"Oh, it's okay. I'll sleep on the couch, we'll do it together tomorrow."
>Yeah, leaving him on the couch seems like something a hostess should do
>If anything you should ride him a few times for compensation
>Which reminds you
"Or! Or... You could, um, s-sleep in my... M-my bed..?"
>Crescendo seems mostly unfazed
>Mostly
>"And let you catch a cold on the couch? No way, Gleaming. Thanks for the offer though."
>On one hand, darn it
>On the other, you're not sure your body could survive a night of constant sweating and no sleep
>Which would be the case even if you two wouldn't mash your junk together tonight
"It, uh, it was a joke! A joke anyway, so um... Good night, Cresc- eh, need help making up the couch?"
>Crescendo finally laughs again
>"No need to, I can do that myself. Good night, Gleaming."
"G-good night..."
>"Good night Dusk!"
>"Night Gleaming! Night Crescendo!"
>You take a few minutes to stare down the stairwell after Crescendo has made his way downstairs before knocking on Dusk's door
"No reading again all night, okay?"
>"Aw, okay."
"Night, Dusk."
>"Night, BSBFF."
>Content with your authoritative powers over your little brother, you retreat to your room
>Play a few games, look up a few articles on How To Seduce Boys (Without Fail!) <3, and finally change into a comfy shirt and pajama pants and call it a night
>And to think
>Tomorrow's gonna be even worse