Authors note: This is another chapter of a novel which chronicles the life and adventures of the main character, Liam. All other names are fictitious. This is mainly a life story with some erotica included so if you're looking for wall to wall sex this isn't for you. Hope you enjoy reading it.
On my drive home from work, all I could think of was my Cousin Molly whom I hadn't seen in three years. I remembered her being so beautiful; so like my Aunt Betty but shorter and smaller, bright red hair, always smiling and laughing. But given that she was six years older than me; I hadn't gotten to know her very well.
Molly greeted me as I entered the kitchen.
"Liam, it's so good to see you. You've really grown up since I last saw you," Molly exclaimed, giving me a big hug.
"Yes, it's great to see you, too. I'm looking forward to this weekend," I replied.
The afternoon was spent reminiscing about old times. Molly told us all about her job as a R.N. in a large hospital in Detroit. She had just been promoted to head nurse on her floor of the hospital. Betty mentioned that she and Molly would be going to a mother-daughter reunion after dinner.
"Sorry that we have to leave you tonight, but this was the only night we could all get together," Betty said.
"That's O.K... I'm tired tonight. A good rest will do me good," I said.
"We'll be late so don't wait up for us," Betty added as they walked out the door.
I took a shower, changed into shorts and a tee shirt before I warmed up some leftovers for dinner and spent the evening fishing, unsuccessfully, off the pier and drinking a couple beers. After watching the sun go down, I went upstairs to my bedroom.
The bed felt great. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the latest issue of Playboy magazine. As I leafed through it I came to a photo session that really turned me. Most of the photos were in panties and a couple of nude shots that discretely concealed her mound. Thinking of panties, my mind wandered, "Betty surely wouldn't mind if I borrowed a pair of her panties for the evening, would she?" I asked myself, then... Molly crossed my mind.
The next thing I knew, I was opening the door that separated our bedrooms. I turned on the light before walking over to her suitcase which was lying on a stand. Opening it, right on top was a neat stack of panties. I went through them one by one, all different styles and fabrics. I felt some precum ooze from my stiff penis which was pushing out against my pajama bottoms.
I selected a pair of white, lacy satin full cut panties and retreated to my room.
I lay back down on the bed, pulling down my pajama bottoms, staring to lightly stroke my penis as I resumed looking at the model's pictures. I put the crotch of her satin panties over my glans, gently massaging the rim and deep slit, pushing back the foreskin. I had a washcloth handy to replace the panties for when I came.
My breathing became heavy and I felt a light sweat breakout. Suddenly, I felt myself start to cum. I tried to remove the panties, but it was too late. I came in her panties, soaking them.
When I had calmed down, I realized that I had created quite a predicament for myself.
I wiped myself off with the panties and wadded them in a ball, stuffing them under my bed sheet, planning to wash and dry them tomorrow.
When I turned the reading lamp off, I immediately noticed a light coming from under the door into Molly's bedroom. I had forgotten to turn her bedroom light out.
I sprung out of bed and went back into her room.
"Oh, no!" I said to myself when I saw that I had left her suitcase in a mess.
As I was hastily starting to straighten up her suitcase, I saw a pair of headlights turn into the drive and approach the house. It was Betty's car. I quickly turned off the light and returned to my bedroom.
"That was a close call. I hope they didn't notice the light. I left her suitcase in a mess," I said to myself. "What am I going to do now? Maybe she won't notice the disarray of her suitcase? She won't miss one pair out of so many, would she?" I asked myself.
Shortly, I could hear voices downstairs. Cracking the door to the hall, I poked my head out to listen. The girls were carrying on a discussion in the living room. I quietly closed the door.
I was up first, made coffee, picked up the newspaper at the driveway. A little later, as I was sitting on the back porch, reading the paper, Molly joined me. I was relieved that she was very friendly and talkative. I breathed a sigh of relief. She must not have noticed the missing panties or her disorganized suitcase.
The afternoon was spent swimming and lounging at the pier and beach. Molly looked good, very good in her modest two piece swimsuit. I tried not to be too conspicuous stealing glimpses of her when I thought she wouldn't notice.
One time while she and Betty were sitting on the edge of the pier dangling their feet in the clear water as I stood in the shallow water facing them, Molly gave me smile and a wink when she caught me checking her out.
We grilled some steaks to go with the fresh veggies for dinner before taking Aunt Betty's boat out into the lake to get a stunning view of the fireworks show.
After returning from the show, I secured the boat at the dock and retired for the evening.
