(Chapter Two)
The next morning, 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 my cum in them and they were not wet. Not at all.
Did she…? No way, she wouldn’t do that. Not her, not Mell. Would she? Why did she ask me if I washed them out? Oh my god 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 wet as if she had washed them out what exactly happened to my cum? Did she retrieve it with her fingers and then wash them 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.
“Mell?”
“Yeah?” she replied without looking up at me.
“What did you do with the blue panties last night?” I asked softly.
She cut her green eyes at me sharply for a brief moment and then nervously mumbled as she quickly looked back 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, “Did you use the other ones yet?”
“Yes, several times,” I replied.
I saw the sparkle in her eye as she asked, “Did you put them in the hamper already?”
“Yeah.” I spoke.
“Good I’ll go wash them out soon as I’m done here.”
“Mell?”
“Yeah?”
“About the blue pair,” I said.
“Yeah, what about them?” she asked, as she looked back up.
“They’re not wet,” I replied.
Mell choked on her cereal a bit as she suddenly turned beet red and then jumped up from the table and quickly ran off towards her room.
After I washed up our cereal bowls and spoons, I went to the bathroom and checked the hamper. The pink pair had already gone a miss.
Later that afternoon Mell finally emerged from her room when I ask her through the locked door if she wanted me to make her a sandwich. She joined me at the table but would not look at me and had very little to say.
I mostly just sat and stared at her as she ate, and she finally jerked her head up and glared at me with those fiery emerald eyes a moment before she spoke, “Ok, ok, I will tell you, I will fucking tell you, ok?”
I just sat there and continued to stare at her.
“I have to go to the mall for a bit, it’s almost summer and Mama gave me some money for a new bikini come ride with me and I promise I will tell you all about it,” she gasps.
Mell was silent all the way to the mall but as she pulled into a parking spot and killed the engine and we just sat there a moment quietly with me still staring her down, she suddenly threw her hands up in the air and softly yelled, “Ok, ok, I ate it, ok, I fucking ate it while I masturbated in the pink one’s for you, are you fucking happy now?”
She put her hands over her face and began to sob softly and I quickly reached over and pulled one hand from her face and held it gently and ask, “And the pink ones?”
“Yes, yes,” she shook her head up and down violently as she sobbed louder, “Yes, I ate it too, I fucking ate it too, ok?” she sobbed loudly.
“When?” I asked.
“This morning right after breakfast.” she sobbed.
“Did you masturbate again Mell?”
“Yes,” she continued to sob, “I just couldn’t help it after you told me you came in them more than once”.
“Actually, I came in them three times,” I said.
“There was a fucking lot of it,” she snorted and snickered a little between sobs.
I reached over and removed her other hand from her face and turned her chin towards me and I leaned over and gently brushed her lips with mine for a very brief moment and said, “I’m not judging you Mell, not at all, hell I think it’s hot as fuck.”
“Really?” she sobbed softly.
“Do you really feel that way Alex?”
“You’re not just fucking with me on this?” as she began to sob a little less.
“Mell?”
“Yeah?”
“How’d you, do it?”
She looked at me strangely a moment and said, “What do you mean Alex, do what, how’d I do what?”
“How’d you get my cum out of your panties?”
She dropped her head still sobbing a little and very quietly mumbled, “I scooped up what I could with my fingers and then licked and sucked up the rest.”
“Both pair that way?”
“Yes,” she replied with a last little sob.
“Were you wearing panties this morning when you masturbated again?” I asked.
“Yes”, she replied, and I saw a slight grin.
“You know I want them too, right?
“Yes, oh yes,” she looked up suddenly with a smile, I thought you might, I will give them to you I promise, later tonight,” she giggled.
“Mell?”
“Yes?”
Where are they now?” I asked.
She swallowed with a slight little gulp and then replied, “I’m still wearing them, I kept them on just for you,” and she had a slight nervous skip in her voice as she gently squeezed my hand.
“Now come on and help me pick out a bikini I want one that you like!” she giggled.
On the slow ride back home Mell placed her hand on my thigh and as she gently squeezed it, I placed my hand over hers and began to trace little, small circles on the back of it with my finger. Later that night as we sat at the table eating with our parents, Mell gently and ever so slowly rubbed my leg beneath the table with her foot.
After we had eaten and the parent’s where off to bed Mell went and put on her little nightie with a robe over it and we sat beside each other on the sofa quietly in the dark holding hands and watching TV.
“You still have the panties on?” I whispered softly.
She giggled sexily and said, “You know I do perv; you want them right now?”
“Are they wet,” I asked.
“Very,” she said
I watched her open the robe and reach down and press the wet panties to her crotch and hold them there tightly and then she rolled them around a bit before reaching up under the nightie and peeling them down her legs.
She whispered softly as I took them from her, “How quick do you think you can have these ready for me, I need to cum bad?”
“Yeah, me to give me five minutes,” I said.
“Hold on a second,” Mell said.
“Here look maybe this will help you some,” and she raised her short little nightie up and spread her legs a little and let me gaze at her little clean-shaven snatch for a moment before she slipped two fingers just inside of herself and wiggled them slightly about and then quickly put them to my lips.
After I licked them clean, she leaned in and kissed me passionately as our lips parted and our tongues snaked together and then she softly whispered, “Now go knock it out of the park Killer,” as she giggled quietly.