Chapter #6Why Do They Always Go for the Panties? by: Atlas Graham   Annie let out a relaxed sigh as the warmth of the shower poured over her naked body. She loved taking showers; the privacy, the chance to relax, the feeling of the water, and even the... self-exploration she partook in when the chance arose—it was like her own personal paradise where she could simply be, and with her schedule she needed that today. Calculus, English, Psychology, P.E., Anatomy, History—she was going to be running from one class to another; and the homework! She had to pull an all nighter just to get it all finished. If she fell asleep in class...
Well, all work and all that...
With bar of soap in hand, Annie began the actual clenching process of her shower. Front, back, legs, thighs, breasts, and... her hands lingered over her cunt and ever so slightly began to brush her fingers against her lips. She was awarded with the slightest quiver; a sign that, should she want to be intimate with herself, there would be no objections from her body. She made a few more strokes and whimpered, her hand moving away from her privates and resuming her wash.
She wanted it—oh gods, did she want it, but if she started... well, last time she masturbated before school she lost track of time and ended up an hour late. Even still, she smiled to herself as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. It would be a gift from Annie to Annie—as soon as she came home from school, she was going to treat herself.
With her body cleaned and arousal sufficiently contained, Annie stepped out of the shower~
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You were regretting this decision! The smell of what you could only assume was Annie's underwear was... not bad per say, but it was definitely strong. A swirl of musk and sweat mixed into an overwhelming feminine stench poured into your lungs; in and out, in and out—you couldn't tell if you were crawling over where her crotch was or her ass, but if the smell was anything to go on... well, let’s just say Annie had her own, unique scent and leave it at that.
"Shit... if I knew it was going to smell like this I would have taken my chances. I think I'm going to—" leave and try my luck with the bathroom, you were going to say, but the squeal of the water turning off stopped that thought. The sound of the shower door opening locked it in a box and buried it in a hole. Too late to chance your mind now; it took her entire shower to crawl as far into your sister’s underwear as you did; there wasn't a chance in hell that you were going to make it out of there now!
Boom
Boom
BOOM
BOOM
Even through the thick(to you)fabric of the underwear, you still felt the floor shaking as your sister walked past. For a second you were worried that she was going to step on you, effectively making her big brother a tiny red stain in her dirty panties. Luckily, she passed by.
A minute past, but it was most tense minute of your life. You could barely hear the racket your sister was making over the sound of your heart beating; not to mention you felt lightheaded as fuck from all the pungent fumes surrounding you. After what felt like an eternity, you heard (and felt) your sister walking towards you. Your world became a twister of motion as Annie lifted her undergarments; your insides swirled and brain felt like it was trying to break from your skull before the light of the bathroom blasted into your eyes.
And the massive wall of tanned flesh pushed through one of the leg holes, then the next. Oh fuck—Annie wasn't going to change underwear! You vaguely recall her saying something about needing to do laundry, but it was a little hard to think with the massive G-Forces pinning to the bottom of Annie's underwear! Your sister's nether regions were coming at you like a freight train—the slightly swollen lips of her pussy surrounded by a fucking forest of pubic hair; the massive canyon of her ass-crack that about twenty minutes ago hid the hole that made those awful noises!
But before you had to come face to face with any of those, the G-Forces of Annie simply putting on her clothes granted you the sweet embrace of unconsciousness...
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