The panties were green with white stripes. In the front, right where her pussy would have been there was a little shamrock and the words “lucky you.” I gulped. Indeed. I almost didn’t want to bring these up to my hungry nose. If smelling the dirty pits of her undershirt was perverted, then this was way beyond that. My own cousin. But I broke and held them up to my nose anyway. Time stood still as I took my first whiff. Now I had never even kissed a girl. The only ideas I had about how a girl smelled was from my friends’ dirty talk. But then it hit me.
I had expected a fishy smell, which sounded unpleasant. But it wasn’t like that. It was an earthy, musky aroma. Perhaps a little meaty, but not remotely what I would call fishy. There was a slight sweet tang to it, and the smell of sweat. My hardon strained against my pants. I inhaled over and over until her aroma was my entire world. I wanted it inside my head, stuck there forever. Would it smell like this if I went down on her, or had sex? I remembered that this was my cousin. My propriety clashed with my lust. If she did smell like this, that would be a heavenly experience.
The panties went into the wash. Surely there were others. I found another pair of jeans, and inserted my head deep inside of them. There was that same musky and sweaty smell. I was in heaven. I sniffed the underarm part of her bra and then searched it for the size. Finally I found the tag. Thirty four B. The size was meaningless to me, but I felt like I had uncovered another intimate secret.
I picked up another pair of panties. This one was pink with little red hearts and said “sweet” over the pussy. I felt like I would explode as I imagined these dropping and seeing her brown curls. My cock was painfully hard now. I pressed the panites against my face. I felt like I wanted the smell inside of me, imprinted on me forever. My hand wandered down to my cock, and began to rub it through my pants.
My lust built inside me, and I looked down to see another pair of panties sitting there. This one was black and said “foxy” with a silver, fur-like pattern. I frantically undid my pants and brought my hand down, rubbing the panties on my cock while I breathed in the bouquet of the other pair.
They felt strange on my hand, but my cock was extremely sensitive by now. I closed my eyes, and imagined myself lowering my face to her pussy. “I had no idea, James,” Fantasy Charlotte said to me. “Please eat my pussy. And then fuck me. I want to be your first.”
My tongue lashed out, licking the crotch of her panties and her pussy in my fantasy. “That feels so good James. I said I came here because I needed a place to stay, but I also wanted to fuck you so bad. I want to reward you for taking me in. Please!” My breath came ragged.
In my fantasy I spread her open. I had seen what a pussy looked like inside from watching porn. Unfortunately I had no idea what to do with it, so I licked blindly. Fantasy Charlotte loved it anyway. “Oh God, James. You’re gonna make me cum.” I licked until she let out a strangled moan. I readied myself to take it to the next level and put my cock inside her. But my traitor cock had other plans. I felt the familiar lance of pleasure through my member and it bucked. The feeling was intense and I pinched my eyes shut. I caught the cum in Charlotte’s “sweet” panties.
Then I was left, rapidly cooling and with two pairs of panites in my hand. One dirty, and one much dirtier. Charlotte’s funk was rubbed all over my face just as I had wished. But now that the demon of lust was out of me, there was nothing to hold the guilt back. What I had done was seriously perverted. It would have been bad enough if this was just some girl. But I was taking advantage of my desperate cousin who was here for my hospitality.
I stared at the panties and the cum-covered “sweet” almost seemed to mock me. Fuck, what had I just done? What would Charlotte think? Her stupid virgin cousin couldn’t even handle washing her clothes. I hastily piled her clothes into the washer. As I picked up the last of the clothes, something hard dropped out into the basket.
It was a white box with a white cord that went into something that looked like a big capsule pill. The pill was bigger around than my thumb and almost as long. What the hell was this thing? The little controller had a power button on it and a plus and minus button. I pressed the power button and a little light lit up.
I held the cord and dangled the pill in front of me when I pressed the buttons. Nothing happened. But then I heard a buzzing sound coming from the capsule. I picked it up and held it in my hand. It vibrated in my hand and started to tickle after a second or two. Then it dawned on me. I imagined Charlotte rubbing this little capsule on her pussy, turning the vibration higher and higher as she squealed in ecstasy. I felt my boner coming back again.
The thing vibrated in my hand and I pondered the next step when the door opened. “Hey James, could you help me with some of these groceries? There’s another-” she stopped dead when she saw me.
We stood there for a few seconds, staring at each other. After what seemed like hours, Charlotte made a nervous giggle. “So there that is. Sorry you had to see it.”
“It was in the clothes pile. I didn’t know… I mean…” My face grew hotter as she set the groceries down on the table.
“Jesus, James. I didn’t mean to embarrass you this much. It’s just a vibrator. It’s ok. I don’t guess you’ve ever used one before.” She chuckled. I shook my head. “Well I’m certainly glad I didn’t forget it.” She came over and I handed it to her. “Really, James, I’m sorry to embarrass you, but you need to loosen up a little. I hope it wasn’t too awkward for you washing my panties and bras.” I felt hotter and hotter.
“It wasn’t so bad,” I murmured.
She reached up and squeezed my shoulders. “Hey, it’s ok. It’s just me, Babe.” She hugged my stiff, awkward body and gave me a little peck on the cheek. I forced my arms around her and felt the softness of her slender form. I started to get even more hard smelling her sweat. “Now come on and get the other bag.”
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Charlotte made chicken parmesan for dinner and we sat across from each other at my tiny kitchen table. She had even bought a bottle of wine. I had been so flustered and shy this whole time she was here. I forced myself to talk, remembering the girl she was. “What have you been up to? It’s been ten years after all.”
She was rapidly making her wine disappear. A pensive look came over her face. “Well when we got home from Grandma and Grandpa’s house Mom and Dad wouldn’t hear any mention of you. I couldn’t care less about Dad and Uncle James’s stupid feud. I guess it was a big wakeup call for me that my family wasn’t who I thought they were. I got to middle school and you know how kids are at that age.”
I grinned, “Raging hormones.”
“Yeah, though mine had been raging for a few years already. But it was that age when I started being a bit… different from them. I sneaked makeup to school and some days I would even hide clothes and get changed when I got to school. Mom and dad always wanted me to dress like a ‘good Christian girl.’ And I have made an effort since then to not be one. This is where I got my sense of style I have today. But that’s for another time.
“Like I said, I was quite happy that all this shit pissed my parents off. I don’t regret any of it, and I love it, but their reaction was always a bonus.” She took a sip of wine, and the mirth left her face. “I had my first crush on a girl in my sophomore year in high school. It was my math teacher, Mrs. Deane. She was so smart and beautiful and put together. I felt like all my problems would be solved if I was with her. She was also married and had two kids.
“But it scared me. I denied it for years. I had rejected their ideas of right and wrong, but them finding out scared the crap out of me. I would later find that those fears were completely justified. I dated a couple of guys in high school. I also got my first tattoo.”
I gaped, “They let you get one?”
“I mean, not my parents, but not all tattoo artists are ethical.” She rolled up her sleeve. “I’ve always loved Cerce from the Odyssey. It looked like shit when I first got it, and if you look closely you can tell it stands out from the others.” She held her arm out and I came over. I gently gripped her arm and looked the tattoo over. Most of it looked beautiful, but she was right about Cerce. Again, I felt the closeness of her body. It was all the more intense after I had experienced the aroma of her laundry. “Anyway, I drank a little too much during high school and failed some classes. I knew I should have done better, and I was even interested in some of it, but I just wanted to push back so hard on Mom and Dad. It made me even more resentful.
“At the end, though, I managed to get it together. College was the motivation. The idea that I could be out away from my parents was what motivated me. Once I was out I wanted to study philosophy mostly. Of course Mom and Dad insisted on business and I kept up a lie about taking business classes. I played guitar in a couple of different bands, went all over the west coast following the music scene.”
“What concerts did you go to?”
“I saw Pearl Jam in Seattle and went to the Warped Tour in Portland this year. I also saw Boyz II Men.”
I smirked, “Boyz II Men?”
“Shut up, they’re a great band. It was a hell of a time too.” She sighed. “Well, I told you about the whole thing with Shannon. When I got with her, I was coming out to myself. I had just been with guys before her and no one had ever made me feel like she did. I prayed my parents wouldn’t find out, nevermind that I didn’t even believe in God. The ironic thing was that they found out after we had broken up. The night that happened Dad went crazy. When I told him that I was bi, he pulled me by the hair and shouted into my face, and then threw me down. Mom was pissed too, and was crying more than I had ever seen her.” Her eyes left my face and her focus was far off. “Mom told me not to worry, that she knew of a camp where they ‘helped’ girls like me and I would be all well in no time.”
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