Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I guess I have a little crush on my older sister, Charlotte. It isn't my fault though, because she is hot. Charlotte has an olive skin tone, straight black hair, and green eyes. She has an angular face, with strong cheek bones. She is more of a sporty tomboy, running and playing volleyball when she can. She is fit, but her natural build leans heavy in the hips and ass. As a result, she has thick, strong legs and a phat, round ass. She has perky tits, although they are a little small.
I also have a crush on her best friend, Tammi. Tammi is a cute, blonde young woman with blue eyes. She gives off a very innocent vibe, but Charlotte has told me enough stories about Tammi's time at college that I know she isn't shy around men. She was barely five feet tall and a little chubby, but she had an pretty, elfish face. Plus, her weight seemed to sit on her hips, tits, and ass instead of her waist, so it rarely discouraged men from pursuing their interests.
When I was 18, I began the process of applying to colleges. Charlotte and Tammi were both 20 at that point, and were sophomores at our state's public university. They were living in an off-campus apartment with another girl, whom I had never met. Charlotte was studying chemistry, while Tammi was at school for public relations. Charlotte and I had were on good terms for siblings. I also ran track, so we had some common interests. We were both easy going enough that we rarely had arguments or fights, and would often hangout when we were both home. Because we got along and Tammi liked me, they both agreed to show me around campus one weekend. They would even let me stay at their apartment if I stayed out of their roommate's way.
After a three hour drive, I got to town a little stiff and hungry. Tammi greeted me at the door with a hug, and I made sure to graze her plump ass with my hand a bit. If she noticed, she didn't say anything.
"I missed you, Paul!" She said as she pulled me in closer to her tits in her low cut crop-top.
"I missed you, Tammi," I said.
"I don't remember you being this tall, or this strong," Tammi squeezed me.
I had grown a couple inches since my 18th birthday, and was now about 6 feet tall. I had also been lifting weights to improve my sprinting, and I was now lean and in shape, but not very bulky.
"You look good too, Tammi. Where's my sister?"
"In here!" I heard a call from the kitchen. I knew it was my sister, because Charlotte has this deep, silky, musical voice that is unmistakable. I took my bag to the couch I would be sleeping on, and hugged my sister, making sure to graze her ass too.
Tammi and Charlotte took me to lunch, and gave me a campus tour the rest of the day. It had already been one of my top picks, but I liked it even more than I thought I would. It didn't hurt that I got to make eyes at Tammi's ass and tits all day, and I caught her checking me out as well. We mostly made small talk about the track team and how school was going. I asked if I could go to a college party, but my sister had just laughed and told me to wait till I went here.
We got home late, and Tammi cooked us all a bunch of spaghetti. It had been a hot day, and after driving, walking the campus, and a heavy meal, I fell asleep on the couch just after dinner.
When I woke up from my nap, the apartment seemed empty. I stretched and got up from the couch. On the kitchen counter was a note saying "We went out to a party and didn't want to wake you. Be back late- Tammi and Charlotte." I was really all alone. I checked the kitchen clock. 10:30.
I sat on their couch a little bored, hoping for something to happen or someone to come home. I messed around on my phone a bit, but nothing grabbed my interest. Then, in the back of my head I had an idea. A few times recently, I had snuck into Charlotte's room and swiped her panties. I had started after my 18th birthday party, when her boobs had accidently popped out of her bikini. Seeing her 20 year old tits, with their perky nipples had cemented my crush, and I hadn't been able to resist. I don't think she had any idea though, as I always took the least distinctive pair I could find, and they were just pairs she had left behind while she was at college.
So, here I was alone in the home of three college girls, bored, and horny. There was nothing stopping me from going into their rooms and rifling through their underwear drawers like I do when Charlotte isn't home.
I stood up and went down the hall where the bedrooms were. Two of the three doors were cracked open, and they were all dark. I had seen Charlotte and Tammi go in and out of their rooms earlier, so I knew which room belonged to each girl.
First I went into Charlotte's room. It wasn't my first time in her panty drawer, so I knew what to expect. When I slid her drawer open, I was greeted with the sporty thongs that Charlotte liked to wear. I picked a black Nike thong, because it was one of four and I figured she wouldn't really notice. It was like Charlotte, the perfect blend of sexy and sporty. I slipped the thong I had picked into my pocket.
Tammi's panty drawer was much more girly, with lots of lace and pastel colors. She had a few lacy pink thongs, so I slipped an older, more worn out one into my pocket. I felt ok that she would not miss it until I was long gone, as it blended in with the rest of her underwear nicely.
I went back in the hallway and stared at the final bedroom door. During the day I had learned that the other girl who lived here was named Tasha, and that she was a couple years older than my sister, i think about 23 years old. My sister said they had met because Tasha had been a TA in one of her Intro Chem classes, and they had instantly gotten along. Tammi said that Tasha was a little type A and was not thrilled that I was spending the night on the couch. I knew nothing about her besides that, other than I had been given specific instructions to stay out of her way.
I stood in the hallway, torn between the curious thrill of raiding a strange girls panty drawer, and the awkward shame of admitting to myself I was being a bit creepy for violating these girls' privacy. I decided that I was too horny and intrigued not to look. I opened the door carefully; not completely sure it was empty. It was dark, and nobody seemed to be in the room. I carefully stepped in from the hallway. I felt around on the wall and found a light switch.
Tammi and Charlotte's rooms had both been a little messy, with a pile of clothes here, and unmade bed, a little clutter on their desks. Tasha's room was impeccable, with every corner straightened perfectly. Tasha was in the largest room, so instead of a dresser next to her bed, she had a walk-in closet. I lightly walked to the closet, scared of disturbing the perfect room. Her closet was the same as her room, with all her clothes where just as they were supposed to be, organized by style and color. She had a stack of cabinets, and I gingerly opened the top one. Sure enough, I found underwear.
Tasha's underwear was as carefully organized as everything else, with different styles and colors separated. I began to suspect that Tasha would realize that there was something missing if I took a pair from this drawer. There was too much care placed into it.
I couldn't steal any, but I had to admire Tasha's underwear choses. Small sexy thongs, Calvin Klein panties, and even what appeared to be a latex g-string. I was starting to suspect that Tasha was very sexy.
I went to sneak out of the room. On my way out, I noticed a dirty laundry hamper tucked in the corner of the room. There were a decent amount of laundry, and a dirty pair of underwear sat on top. I couldn't resist. I walked over and started digging through, until I found a pair of everyday, light blue underwear towards the bottom of the hamper. I figured that by the time she did laundry she wouldn't even realize they were gone, and if she did hopefully nobody would connect it to me.
As I slipped the underwear into my pocket, someone cleared their throat in the hallway. I whipped around to see a woman standing there. She was a dark-skinned black woman, maybe a couple years older than Charlotte and Tammi. She had purple braids in her hair, and a beautiful face, with strong cheekbones, a pointed jaw, and dark sparkling eyes. She was wearing heeled boots, so it was difficult to say for sure, but she seemed about the same height as me, making her tall for a woman. She had a long and slender build and a natural strength exuded from her. I wasn't sure how much she had seen, but either way she had caught me in her room when I was not supposed to be there.
"Who the fuck are you?" she asked me, walking up close to me by the hamper. She moved quickly, and with a sense of command.
"Paul," I replied nervously before adding "Charlotte's brother."
