I finally came back home.
"I'm home~" I called out as I stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind me with a soft thud. The house felt lively and warm as usual with Lily sprawled across the couch, eyes glued to her favorite show on TV.
From the kitchen, I could hear Mom humming a quiet song, almost too soft to make out. She was cooking dinner, wearing her usual apron tied around her waist over a simple dress that hugged her curves. The smell of spices and something savory drifted through the air, comforting and familiar.
I was already tired, body heavy from the day, so I just beelined for my room. My footsteps felt slow on the stairs, each one pulling me closer to some peace and quiet.
But as I climbed, Lisa stood in my way, blocking the middle of the staircase. She was on the upper steps, looking down at me with her hands crossed under her big breasts, pushing them up even higher. The position made her tower over me a little, and I had to tilt my head back to meet her eyes.
"Where were you this late?" she asked, frowning, voice sharp and suspicious.
She wore a short skirt that rode up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her white panties underneath from my angle. Her full-sleeved pink top had some random words printed across the chest, but as usual, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, creating two clear, protruding points that stood out. The top stretched tight over her heavy breasts, the outline of them impossible to miss.
"What's in your hands?" she asked next, eyes narrowing as they dropped to the paper bag I was clutching. My grip tightened on it instantly. Inside were Ashley's jeans and there was no way I was letting Lisa find out what was in there.
"This... um... I went shopping," I said quickly, forcing the lie out before she could press harder.
"These are my clothes." I tried to make it sound convincing, holding the paper bag a little higher like it proved my point.
"Stop asking questions, You're not my mom." I added, cutting her off before she could respond.
"Huh? Whatever." Lisa raised one eyebrow, looking confused for a second.
"It's not like I care about you anyway." Her voice was sharp, but she didn't push it. She turned and started walking down the stairs, tits bouncing heavily with every step she took.
The thin pink top stretched tight across them, nipples poking through clearly, jiggling up and down as she descended. Her shoulder brushed mine just a little as she passed, sending a quick shiver through me.
I headed straight to my room, shutting the door behind me with a soft click. I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a long breath. The day had drained me, I just wanted to clear my head, shake off the exhaustion clinging to me.
My hand slipped into my pocket. I pulled out Ashley's purple lace panties. The fabric was soft and delicate, the edges trimmed with lace patterns that felt cool and silky against my fingers. I held them up with both hands, spreading them out a little. They were still warm, carrying the faint scent of her body—musky, sweet, mixed with a hint of coffee from earlier.
My cock twitched hard in my pants as the memory flooded back. Those panties had been stretched tight around her wide hips, hugging the full curves of her ass, disappearing between her thick cheeks. The way she'd peeled them down slowly, bending forward, giving me a perfect view of everything.
I wrapped one hand around my shaft through my pants, stroking in a steady, slow pace. The friction felt good, pressure building fast. With my other hand, I brought the panties closer to my face, breathing in the still-lingering honeyed scent of her juices. It was intoxicating, warm, feminine, arousing enough to make me fully hard in seconds. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, soaking into my boxers as I stroked faster, eyes half-closed, lost in the smell and the memory of her body.
I pulled down my pants along with boxer. I wrapped Ashley's purple lace panties around my cock, the soft, warm fabric sliding smoothly over my shaft. The touch was far more stimulating than my hand alone. The delicate lace brushed every sensitive inch. I gripped tighter, stroking faster, the material clinging and dragging just right against the swollen head.
Soon the pressure built to a breaking point, low in my gut. I groaned low, eyes squeezing shut as I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot out, drenching the lace completely. Some soaked through the fabric, white streaks spreading across the purple, dripping down onto my fingers and thighs. A few stray drops landed on the bed, warm and sticky.
I collapsed back against the pillow, chest heaving, the panties still wrapped loosely around my softening cock. The mess glistened on the lace. Guilt washed over me in a heavy wave. She'd warned me not to do anything weird, or she'd cut my dick off. And here I was, literally cumming all over her panties like some desperate pervert.
'Why am I even feeling guilty?' The thought crossed my mind. Ashley was Mike's sister. She was the one who started this, teasing me, forcing me to stay, throwing her clothes at me like it was nothing.
She gave me her used panties to wash. She was the one at fault here. Most of all, she was connected to Mike. He'd kissed Rose—my Rose. He'd taken Aunt Marie, turned her into his plaything. If I could take his sister, even just a little... this was the perfect chance for revenge.
To be continued…
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