Her openness with you is, to be frank, disarming and you feel unsure of your ground. "Err.. umm," you stammer, then lie, "Well, is it ok if I wait in her room for a while? I did say I'd look over that dissertation for her. She might call back in the meantime."
The look in her eyes says 'liar', but she smiles and says, "Sure. You know the way," raising her eyes upwards.
You walk upstairs to your girlfriend's room, relieved, but a little hot under the collar. On the way, you notice her sister's bedroom door ajar and you catch sight of the typical teenage disaster area inside. Clothes cover the floor (was that underwear???), but you steel yourself and continue to your girlfriend's room.
You try to compose yourself in there and browse among the books and 'stuff', but nothing interests you. You are, in a word, 'bored', but seeking refuge from an uncomfortable situation with the younger sister. The whole time you can hear her moving around downstairs -- TV on. then off, music on, then off, kitchen noises.
In your bored state, your mind keeps wandering back to the scene in the sister's bedroom, and you can't help being intrigued. After 5 more minutes that seems like an hour, you sneak out of the room and listen at the top of the stairs. The coast is clear, you can hear the TV and she is sprawled out on the couch.
So you move back along the corridor and gently nudge the doorway to the sister's room open. As you glimpsed earlier, its a mess; there are clothes strewn everywhere. More interestingly, there are several pairs of discarded underwear on the floor. Quite saucy too for one so young. You feel yourself stiffen slightly as you pick up a lacy thong, imagining the younger sister wearing it.
You're tempted to smell it, but hesitate, wondering what sort of a pervert you're turning in to! Then, smiling, you think "What the hell?" and bring it to your nose, breathing in. "Hell, that smells good," you think.
You notice you are now stiff as a post, but you're tempted to explore more, despite the risk. |