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Abby's Panties

... me checking her out. When I looked up at her face, she had a knowing smile. “Anyway,” she said with a sigh as if she had to gain my attention again. “We’re going to the A&M baseball game. Dad wants me to see the campus.” “Go Ags!” I said lamely. We both were growing tired of the pressure to choose a college. I understood our parents. We were both eighteen. It was the semester of school and it was time to make some decisions. She laughed and gave me the basic instructions on taking care of the cat. “You know Mom,” she laughed. “She’ll have a detailed list of instructions for you on the kitchen table.” “I look forward to reading it,” I said with a smirk. Her Mom was major OCD and we all knew it. I always told Abby she’d pick it up too but she always denied it. We said our goodbyes and I went back inside. The next morning found me sitting at Abby’s kitchen table reading a three-page list of instructions on my responsibilities over the weekend. Seriously. Three pages on how to turn the lights on, check the mail, and feed the cat. Sheesh! Anyway, I did my job. As I waited for the cat to finish eating, I wandered around the house. Pictures of Abby were everywhere, outnumbering the pictures of her younger brother. Second-kid syndrome. I suffered from it as well. It’s never as easy to do things with the second or third kid. I was bored. Plus it was weird being alone in their house. I checked on the cat and she was eating very slowly. Sigh. So I walked upstairs to Abby’s room. It ...

... smelled of her. There was a bra hanging from her closet doorknob. It was pink. It was silky to the touch. Curiously, I pulled it up to my nose to smell it. It smelled of…I don’t know…some kind of powder? And it smelled of Abby. Suddenly it hit me. This bra had touched Abby’s tits! Her nipples rested right against the silky fabric! My cock quickly grew stiff and hard in my shorts. I don’t know what I was thinking, but I pulled the bra to my lips and kissed the fabric where her nipples would touch. My cock throbbed. I looked around the room and spied her dresser. If her naked breasts had pressed against the bra, then logic would tell me that her panties had been against her pussy. Abby’s pussy. I opened the first drawer on the left. Socks. I opened the drawer next to it. There, neatly folded were her panties. Oh, wow. Abby’s panties. I repeated the process I had done with the bra with the first pair of panties. I sniffed them. I kissed them. There wasn’t a lot to them. The thong really only had fabric in the front and at the crotch, so I focused on that area. I couldn’t really tell if I was smelling Abby, or just the fabric softener or the smell of her dresser drawer. I reached down and adjusted my throbbing cock. You can no doubt predict what happened next. In seconds, I had my shorts and underwear at my ankles and I had wrapped the silky fabric of Abby’s thong around my cock. It felt so good as the silky material slid across my engorged cock. I wasn’t really thinking about what I ...