This is the second part of what hopefully will be a long-running series centered around my fiancΓ©'s sexy younger sister, Rachel. Thank you for all your amazing comments on the first installment which saw me have my way with Rachel's dirty, used panties. The fast-paced story ended with me shooting my cum into her worn pantyhose only to hear someone making their way up the stairs in what I thought was an empty house (all true so far by the way!). Advanced warning: this chapter will involve a whole lot more panty play, scat references, piss/peeing, shoe/foot fetish. Please do not read if you don't like the sound of that.
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Who's there?
Who the fuck was in the house? It was 4am on the dot. Steph was taking her parents to the airport and would be gone for at least another hour. Rachel went to a party with her boyfriend and was staying at his. I was panicking. In my sheer ecstasy moments earlier, I had missed the front door go and now whoever it was nearly at the top of the stairs and would likely catch me, not only surrounded by Rachel's dirty underwear, but wearing them too! Fuck. Shit.
As I began to scramble around, desperately trying to clean up while simultaneously trying to remove the silk thong I was wearing, the bedroom door swung open...
Caught
There stood a startled Rachel, dressed in a tight black bodycon dress, clinging to her tiny body, which finished just above the knee with perfectly positioned cut-outs to show off her tits, teamed with strappy, open high heels. Okay, so you probably saw this coming right? And I admit it's played out a bit like a cheap porno thus far, but this genuinely happened. Caught by my fiancΓ©'s sister getting off over her worn underwear.
"Rachel? I... I... I thought you were staying at Ben's?" - that's what came out of my mouth. It's all I could muster. It later transpired that she had gone back to Ben's, her boyfriend's, but they'd had an argument and so she came home.
"What are you doing?" Rachel replied, confused. "What are you doing with my underwear? Why the fuck are you up at 4am wearing my thong?!"
Perfectly good questions given the circumstance, I thought. .
Without waiting for a reply, she went on, "Never mind explaining this to me. How you gonna explain this one to Steph? Caught getting off over my worn underwear - that's gonna down well, isn't it?!"
I could tell she was mildly drunk from her night out, but certainly not enough to forget this ever happened - I wish! I played-out a pathetic response in my head before she went on again. Speaking calmly but firmly in her husky Essex-accent, "Does that turn you on then, sniffing my dirty knickers? Wearing my little thongs? How long 'ave you been doing this?"
She emerged further from the shadowy doorway, edging her way over to me. Still looking confused, yet seemingly over her initial state of shock. Rachel towered over me in her sky-high heels, looking down on me surrounded by her underwear and a pair of cum soaked tights.
"This is the first time Rach, honest. I don't know what came over me. I'm sorry" I blurted out pathetically.
I jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed while trying to hide my dick and pulling on a pair of shorts. Rachel meanwhile had bent down, easier said than done in her super-tight dress, and picked up the white g-string I had been sniffing.
"... It's fine. Don't worry about it" she said dismissively after a long and uncomfortable pause.
What? Well I wasn't fucking expecting that.
She continued, "It's kinda hot that you get so excited over my dirty lingerie"
Now this really was turning into a scene from a dodgy porno. Why the fuck would she say that? Why wasn't she going mad?
"Steph's boyfriend of 10 years secretly fancies me" Rachel purred, inspecting her own dirty g-string.
Ohh. Okay. I kind of understood now - too an extent anyway. You see Rachel and Steph rarely got on well. They were different people. Steph is a class act; sweet, unassuming, professional, pretty. Whereas Rachel was a bitch. A hot, sexy bitch who cared only for herself and her family when it suited her. The fact they had to share a bedroom didn't help - they lived in each other's pocket's. Fighting, arguing. Add to this that their mum had told me that Rachel had long been jealous of Steph and I's relationship - Rachel's understanding response to finding me with her underwear became a little clearer.