(Chapter One)
I should start by telling you that, in my eyes, my sister was the most beautiful girl in the world. Melanie was her given name, but no one ever called her by it. She had three other names. I called her Mel as everyone else did, but Dad called her Sunshine, and Mom called her Princess. Yeah, I know it's fucking sickening, but my parents just simply doted on her, and she was their favorite child. She pretty much ruled the roost around our house.
Mel was a year older than me at nineteen and was about to complete her first year at a local university. I graduated high school at eighteen and would soon attend there. She still lived at home as the college was only fifteen minutes away, and our parents both insisted that since it was such a short drive, it was just good common sense for her to remain at home.
Our parents were both forty years old. Mom was blond, and her name was Susan, and Dad was redheaded, and his name was Derek, so Mel was from them, a five-foot four-inch green-eyed, strawberry blond little fucking fireball! At nineteen, she had grown into an incredible little body and knew how to flaunt it. Mel and I had always been close. Mom and Dad were both workaholics, so we spent a lot of alone time together growing up, and over the years, we talked a lot. We talked about almost everything, even some things we probably shouldn't have been discussing with each other, and we kept our deepest secrets.
I knew she was still a virgin, and she knew I was as well. We didn't hide much from one another, but still, there were a few things. One night, well after darkness had fallen and she had already showered, she walked in on me in the bathroom just as I was pumping a load into the pair of panties she had worn that day. Luckily Mom and Dad were not home yet because she screamed at the top of her lungs, "Oh my fucking god Alex what in the holy fuck are you doing?"
"Ugh...ugh," I stammered as I stood there cupping the crotch of her little blue panties in my palm with cum still dripping from my dick.
"Never mind, you little pervert, it's pretty fucking obvious, and I'm going to tell Mama and Daddy just as soon as they get home, and Daddy's probably going to kick your fucking ass," she screamed.
"Oh, Mel, please don't," I pleaded. I'm sorry, and I promise it will never happen again."
She pointed down the hallway and said, "Clean yourself up, and then my room, we need to talk right fucking now!"
"Would you like to explain to me just what in the fuck that shit was all about back there, Alex?" she asked as she patted the bed next to her, and I sat down. I could tell from her tone that she was already softening a bit.
"I... I was masturbating," I sputtered softly.
"No shit Sherlock, but why were my panties involved?" she demanded to know.
I saw the fire leave her eyes when I said, "Because you are the sexiest and most beautiful girl that I know, and I love you."
"Awe, that's sweet, Alex, but I'm your fucking sister," she quickly pointed out.
"I know, I know," I said, "but I just can't help it. You have filled out in the last few years."
I watched the last of the steam go out of her as she giggled and then suddenly stood in her short little nightie and tiny pink panties and twirled around in front of me, "Yeah, I know I do look fucking good, don't I," she offered.
"You have no idea," I said, blushing as she sat back down. "Are you still going to tell on me," I asked.
"No, not this time," she said. "It's a little flattering, you know," she added bashfully as she looked away.
"Really?" I squeaked.
She laughed softly and said, "I have a little confession." She hesitated momentarily before giggling, "I play with myself sometimes too."
When she saw my sly grin appear, she giggled again and quickly threw in, "But I don't use your filthy fucking underwear to do it with, now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind."
Mom and Dad had suddenly arrived just moments before, and Mama tapped on the door, stuck her head in, and said," Hey, kiddos, what are you guys up to tonight?"
"Oh, nothing," Mel replied, "just talking. How was your day, Mama?"
"Long and tiring, baby. Your Daddy and I will go straight to bed and shower in the morning. We are just beat down." Susan relied. She pushed the door open, held out her arms, and said, "Come give your old Mama a hug and kiss goodnight then." She hugged us both at once and kissed us on our foreheads, "I love you both, my little sweeties. Now, goodnight, and don't stay up too late," she spoke as she turned and left the room, closing the door behind her.
"Alex?" Mel whispered when I reached the door.
"Yeah?" I responded as I turned back.
"What did you do with my panties?"
"I put them back in the hamper," I muttered.
"Did you wash them out?" she asked.
"No, should I?"
"Well, probably so; I wouldn't want Mama to discover them like that," she responded. "Don't worry about it, though," she said. "I'll take care of it myself."
A few moments later, as I sat at the foot of my bed wondering when and where Mel masturbated, I heard her come from her room, enter the bathroom for a moment or two, and then quickly come back out.
"Hey, Mel?" I softly hollered, "Can you come here a second? I want to ask you something?"
She came to my door and cracked it just enough to stick her head in. "Yeah, what's up now, perv?" she asked.
"Mel, can I ask you something, personnel?"
"You always do," she replied with a laugh.
"What do you think about you know when you do it?" I asked bashfully.
She thought briefly and said, "Let me give that a little thought, and I'll get back to you in a bit." She quickly made her way back to her room. A few moments later, when I went to the bathroom to shower, the hamper lid had been left up, and the panties were gone.
After my shower, I was lying in bed playing a video game when Mel tapped lightly at my door and opened it halfway. She stood there in the short little nightie with one hand holding the front of it down, trying to keep her crotch covered and the other behind her back.
"Do you remember what you wanted to know about earlier? You know about what I think about when I masturbate?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well, as of just a few minutes ago, it's you," and she brought her hand from behind her back and tossed the tiny pink pair of panties onto the bed next to me and said, "Here, Killer, knock yourself out," and quickly reached and closed my door.
As I sat dumbfounded and stared at the soaking wet crotch of the little pink panties lying there beside me, she spoke softly from the other side of the door.
"Alex?"
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Put them in the hamper when you're done, will you?"
"Sure thing," I replied. "And thanks."
After a brief silence, she softly muttered, "Hey, Alex?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't wash them out; just let me do it so I'm sure that mom won't see them like that," and she was suddenly gone. After I quickly jerked off in them, I placed them just so on my nightstand and then drifted off to sleep.
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(Chapter Two)
The following day, I arose early and jerked off in them again, and when I went to deposit them in the hamper, the blue ones were back on top again with no trace of cum in them, and they were not damp. Not at all.
Did she...? No way, she wouldn't do that. Not her, not Mel. Would she? Why did she ask me if I washed them out? Why did she tell me not to wash these pink ones out? I snatched the cum sodden pink pair back up from the hamper and rushed off back to my room.
I soon began the rest of my day with a well-beaten cock and in a somewhat stupor as I simply could not get the images of Mel cleaning my cum from her panties out of my brain. I had lots of questions, and several theories came to mind.
Since they had not appeared to be moist as if she had washed them out, what exactly happened to the cum? Did she retrieve it with her fingers and then wash it off? Or did she scoop it up and lick it from her fingers? Or just straight from the crotch, maybe? Either way, it was all incredibly erotic. Hell, even if she had just stood at the sink and simply washed it out, which she hadn't, it was still awfully fucking stimulating. I knew I just had to know which.
When Mel finally arose, our parents were already off to work, and she joined me at the kitchen table for a bowl of cereal. I let her eat in peace for a bit before speaking.
"Mel?" I asked.
"Yeah?" she replied without looking up at me.
"What did you do with the blue panties last night?" I asked softly.
She briefly cut her green eyes at me and then nervously mumbled as she quickly looked away, "I washed them out and put them back in the hamper, silly; what do you think I did with them?" My heart quickly skipped a beat as I suddenly realized for the first time that she had not been in the bathroom nearly long enough to have washed them out. She suddenly looked up and asked, "Have you used the other ones yet?"
"Yes, a few times," I replied.
I saw the sparkle in her eyes as she quickly cut them at me again and asked, "Did you put them in the hamper already?"
"Yeah," I spoke.
"Good, I'll wash them out as soon as I'm done here."
"Mel?"
"Yeah?"
"About the blue pair," I said.
"Yeah, what about them?" she asked as she looked back up.
