She's tied, blindfolded, and taken by a stranger.
Apparently it had more to do with how she dressed than anything she did, though, something he'd somehow failed to ever mention despite it bothering him "forever." This just led to June becoming even more confused and sad.
"He never told me that's what he wanted! How am I supposed to know what guys like?" she asked.
"He's an idiot, that's all." It was all Nick could really think to say. Dylan really was an idiot as far as he could see. While June didn't have a particularly sexy style of dress, the clothes she wore fit her body nicely, and anyone with eyes could see that she looked amazing no matter what she wore.
So he did something he hoped would help. He sneaked into her room and rummaged through her drawers again, but this time with purer intentions. On her birthday, they all sat around the living room as she opened her gifts and cards, but Nick had her come to his room after they'd gotten back from dinner.
"I actually got you something else," he said nervously.
"Really? What is it?" she asked.
"Well, it might be kinda weird," he said, going to his closet and reaching into it. "I just thought, after, well." He turned around, a bag in his hands, and shrugged.
Her mouth opened, her eyebrows rising in surprise. "I thought might might help," he muttered. He didn't hold it out, so she had to walk to him to take it from him.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at him and giving him a hug. She put the bag on the bed and started to look through it, pulling out one by one.
"If you don't like anything I can take it back..."
"I'm sure it's all perfect. You're probably a better judge than I am anyway."
First out was an orange thong with white lace around the edges, then a lacy red pair of panties, a matching bra, and a red thong. Then a matching set of black panties and bra, then various other panties. He'd gone a bit crazy. It was definitely the most expensive gift he'd ever gotten anyone, but he knew it'd be worth it if it helped his sister.
She giggled and looked over at Nick as she pulled out the last thing, a G-string with a pink bow on the front with hardly any material besides what was absolutely necessary. He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. She hugged him again. "Thanks Nick. It's all wonderful." She was smiling the entire time she put the pile of lingerie back in the bag and left the room.
Nick sat heavily on the bed, relieved that it had gone over well. Incredibly well, he'd never expected the reaction that he got.
The next morning she beamed at him across the kitchen table. When she talked she was more animated than she had been in weeks, and there was a spring in her step that should be in every high schoolers after their final semester.
"The problem is," she muttered quietly to Nick, "now I want everyone to see what I have on." Nick snorted in laughter. They were walking through the movie theater, people all around them.
"Just be glad they can't or we'd never get anywhere." June blushed.
When they got back June dragged Nick to her room. "I have to know what looks good," she blurted, and ripped her shirt of and skirt down before Nick could say anything.
"Well... that, for starters." She wore the red lace panties and bra combo. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Okay," she muttered. "Turn around and close your eyes," she said, louder. Nick complied, and when he was allowed to look saw that she'd kept the bra and changed to the orange and white thong.
"I'm pretty sure it's all gonna look good," he said, very concious of his erection as he stood there. She twirled, giving him a quick view of her ass. He sat on her swivel chair at her desk.
"I just need to make sure," she said. So they went through every pair of panties he'd gotten her, and he approved every one, spinning in the chair to maintain her decency as she changed.
"Which are the best?" she asked once she'd exhausted all her options.