Perched on the edge of my bed, Keira's cumstained cotton panties in my hand, my heart pounds. I cannot possibly return them in this state, the stain is so glaringly obvious - and I certainly cannot keep them! If my step-mother, Nicole, comes in to tidy my room and finds them, I would be ostracised as some panty-sniffing, incestuous pervert by the whole family!
The only solution is to dispose of them. If Keira asks me about it, I'll deny all knowledge and say she must have misplaced them or something. I hear her now, in the shower, singing a slightly out-of-tune version of Lady Gaga's "Poker Face". Despite her having many talents, I must admit singing is not amongst them.
Without stopping to ruminate too long on whether or not my plan of outright denial constitutes gaslighting, I jump out of bed and throw on some socks, grey tracksuit bottoms, and a black t-shirt. I throw my comfy grey zip-up hoody on too and ball up the panties with the damp side facing inward before stuffing them in the right hoody pocket.
I slip out whilst Keira is still showering, figuring if I can get to the bin in the kitchen then I can shove the panties down underneath last night's dinner scraps and crisp packets, before taking it out and emptying it in the dustbin outside, never to be seen again. The floorboard creaks as I come to the top of the landing and head down, somewhat calmed now that I have a plan, but with my blood running hot knowing I still have to carry it out.
As I tread carefully down our beige carpeted stairs I lean for a listen over the white wooden bannister down into the hallway below. Can't seem to hear anything in the house but the running water from the shower and Keira's singing - lucky break. Our last three steps turn right at the bottom and open onto the hallway that ends at the front door to my immediate left, or I can continue straight on to the living room or take a right to the end of the hallway into the kitchen.
After sticking my head around the living room door, seeing our two brown leather double-seater sofas vacant and TV turned off, I turn right and head toward the kitchen. Just as I am about to enter I freeze as I hear the front door behind me unlock and swing open with a cold rush of air.
"Oh, hey James!" I hear Nicole's voice behind me, breathless. "I didn't know you were off work today." She says as she closes the door behind her.
I turn and see my step-mother, brunette hair like Keira's up in a bun, in her pink fluorescent running gear. She has the whole kit, fluffy headband and sweatbands, black thermals beneath for running in the cold Winter weather.
"Uhh, hey, Nicole." I stammer. "You... Been for a run?" I cringe at the awkwardness of the question.
"Yeah... How'd you guess?" She laughs it off, showcasing a horseshoe of pearly white teeth between her full red lips, and kicks off her running shoes on our brown 'welcome' mat. "I tell you, it's getting real cold out there now. I might have to borrow your hoody for my next run!"
I try to avoid actively gulping at the thought and attempt a cool chuckle that comes out as a too-loud laugh.
"Oh boy, it uh... It sure is cold." I try a nonchalant lean against the hallway wall and stuff my hands deep in my hoody pockets to avoid her noticing the bulge of the panties. I'm so nervous it's a wonder I don't have a single cartoonish bead of sweat rolling down my forehead.
"Well it's warm at the shopping centre, and I booked today off so that me and Keira could do some Christmas shopping. You can come too, if you like?" She smiles at me, looking at me with her big dark hazel eyes, reminding me of Keira's, whilst she takes off her sweatbands.
Undeniably, Keira is hot, and hot in a gorgeous and freshly youthful way. However, it is painstakingly clear where she got her good looks from; her mother is like a mature, slightly taller, thirty-eight year-old version of her. She has a great, healthy complexion, having an interest in fitness and health that she was sure to impart onto her daughter along with her rich brunette locks. Her soft skin is usually kept browned from the sunbeds the two enjoy visiting together.
The similarities in their faces do not extend to the chest area, however - where Keira has her cute teenage B-cup titties, Nicole has heavy DD's. She usually jokes that they filled up in pregnancy and Keira never drank enough as a baby to deflate them. The case is the same around her ass and hips, retaining a little baby weight on her slim frame. Right now I feel somehow grateful that I recently nutted so that the cleavage caused by her sports bra and tight fitness wear isn't completely capturing my gaze.
"Shopping... Yeah, shopping sounds cool!"
Just say words to get her out of the way. I can think about what they mean later.
"Great!" Nicole smiles warmly. The sound of Keira's voice calling from the top of the stairs nearly makes me jump out of my skin.
"Mum! You back?"
"Yeah, honey! James is coming shopping with us, will you be ready soon?" Nicole calls back. I feel a dread hand grip my stomach as I hear a creak and Keira descending a couple of steps so she can pop her pretty face over the banister in her bathrobe, hair wrapped up in a light blue towel.
"You're coming for a girls day out, huh?" She teases, my cheeks reddening. If only they fucking knew what was in my pocket. Nicole giggles.
"Don't torment him, Keira!" Nicole comes over and pats my arm, which unbeknownst to her is attached to a hand which is currently in direct contact with her daughter's worn panties, which I have soaked with my cum. How has it come to this? In the cold light of day this looks really bad.
"Yeah, I'll come, uh... I just need some breakfast and stuff." My eyes are literally darting from one to the other now, hoping the dark-eyed and dark-haired gorgeous mother and daughter pair won't question my obvious weirdness. Nicole's proximity allows me to smell that same post-workout sheen of dampness that I smelled when Keira was close to me after her dance lesson a few days ago, and it causes a shameful flutter in my cock.
"Cool! Me too, will you make me some toast, James?" Keira asks, using a silver-sparkling fingernail to dig some water out of her ear.
"Keira! Take your finger out of your ear, it's not ladylike - and make your own toast. James isn't your slave." With that, Nicole winks at me as Keira rolls her hazel eyes and descends the stairs in her white bathrobe.
"I'll jump in the shower and we can leave in thirty minutes guys, sound good?"
"Yes, mother."
"Yeah, that's cool."
I wonder if I will ever be rid of this shameful mistake.
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In the back of the car, hands still firmly lodged in my pockets, I mentally squirm and fidget around plans that will enable me to get out of sight of the two. I settle on the men's bathroom. I reason this works out even better, I'll just throw the panties in the toilet with no chance of them being traced back to me.
In the front, Nicole and Keira are singing along to Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", both in the same obliviously off-key way. I allowed Keira to call shotgun so that I didn't have to sit in the front with my hands too obviously glued inside my pockets the whole way.
With my new plan solidified, I relax a little. Feeling the warm air from the car heater blowing pleasantly back at me, I take my hoody off and roll it up tightly, placing it next to me on the middle seat.
"Just have to stop for some petrol." Nicole says as she pulls in beside a Jet petrol station pump and the faint but oddly comforting smell of petrol fumes wafts into the car. She switches the engine off and goes outside to fill up, leaving me and Keira inside, me sitting behind the driver's seat. She puts her chair back a little and puts her size 4 sneakers up on the dashboard, reclining. Her stylish, black, ripped jeans show flashes of her smoothed tanned thighs and I wrench my gaze away as images come back into my head of seeing those gorgeous thighs spread in the mirror as the vibrator slipped between those perfect pink pussy lips as wet as morning dew. The image seems to have been seared into my brain forever, as well as those panting moans, and I can't believe it is the same teenager who hums innocently in the front seat now. In the rear-view mirror I glimpse her brow furrowing.
