Definitely! Begin Day 2!

George’s morning started just like any other: with the sun peaking through his curtains and blinding him in the face. He grumbled as he rolled onto his side, moving his head out of nature’s alarm clock and crushing his morning wood between himself and his sheets.

His cock was a perfect representation of how his night had gone. His dreams had been consumed by Alice’s Batman panties, Mrs. Lopez’ Batman fishnets stockings, and the beautiful angelic face of Sabina sleeping in class. In fact, he was so convinced in the vivid lucidity of his dreams that he actually believed he’d fabricated the entirety of yesterday.

Those beliefs were shattered the moment he stepped out of his room.

There, sitting discarded next to his own pair, was his sister’s Batman underwear. The same he’d managed to catch a peak of before school the day prior.

It was only after he’d picked them up and sniffed Alice’s scent that he was convinced they were real.

Like the other countless pairs he’d stolen from his sister over the years, they were soft, feminine, and impossibly taboo. And yet, unlike the rest of her panty collection, these had definitely seen some use. Ignoring the large cum stain, this was undeniable proof that Alice had not only somehow procured limited edition Batman panties, but she’d also worn them long enough for even him to recognize they weren’t brand new.

Which begged the question: What the hell was happening and how did Alice - stunning athlete and shunner of all things nerd - obtain a used pair of Batman panties?

A large clang broke his thoughts. Shelving his questions for a simpler one, he followed the new noise until he found himself in front of the washroom, the familiar sounds of rushing water coming from beyond the door. Leaning back to check Alice’s room, he quickly deduced that his sister must have arrived home later than anticipated last night and had postponed her shower until now. Curious, sure; but not unusual.

He was about to head back to his room to study his sister’s underwear some more when he spotted something that made his cock throb.

The door wasn’t locked.

Better yet, it wasn’t even closed.

Swallowing loudly to calm his beating heart, George tried his best to open the door without having it make any sound. He stopped once his head was able to peak through, judging it safer to open it just wide enough for him to catch a glimpse of his naked sister.

And what a glimpse it was.

Apparently, in her rush, Alice had also forgone the curtain, opting to shower in the open. This gave him an unobstructed view of his sister’s body, naked for all of him to see.

As expected, her body was phenomenal; chiseled to perfection from her soccer practices which had done nothing but amplify her natural feminine curves. Long, powerful legs connected to wide hips which gave way to a slim, well toned figure; and the fact that she had her back to him meant he had a clear view of her incredible ass - round, supple, and better than he’d ever imagined.

His cock throbbed, harder than it had ever been before. He’d crept on Alice in the past, but never like this. This was the first time he’d managed to catch a glimpse of a naked girl outside of porn, and the fact it was Alice made it all the better.

His hand instinctively made its way to his cock, George only then realizing he was still naked from the waist down. It was too late to stop however, and he pleasured himself using Alice’s Batman panties, feeling the natural softness of the fabric slide across his shaft.

Alice, oblivious to the fact that she was being watched, kept showering unperturbed, although it was clear to him that she was obviously rushed. Focusing on the intensity of the situation more than his pleasure, he came just as she finished washing the last of remnants of soap off her body, the loudness of the shower suppressing his orgasmic groans. Or so he hoped.

Her panties were ruined by the time he was done.

Realizing what he’d done and recognizing that Alice would be leaving the washroom soon, he backpedaled to his room, pausing just long enough to throw Alice’s panties in her hamper. Praying to God she wouldn’t notice, he rushed to his room to find a suitable outfit for the school day and only actually encountered Alice when he crossed paths with her on his way out the door. The towel-wrapped girl had tried to say something but George, not wanting to risk any sort of conversation with her, headed for the door and left her behind.

Unbeknownst to George, another school day had just begun; one that would prove to be much weirder than the last.

It was nearing the end of first period when Leticia found the courage to ask if she could use the washroom.

Normally, asking permission for such a thing wouldn’t phase the young girl. This time however, she had much different intentions behind her simple request and if anyone found out what she was about to do, her reputation would be ruined.

It all started when she’d found a guy’s dirty, cum-soiled boxer shorts in the one of the women’s bathroom stalls the day before. While that wasn’t necessarily uncommon in itself, it was the first pair she’d ever personally discovered. Naturally, she’d heard the rumors - the ones about students finding soiled, used underwear in the wrong washrooms - just like the rest of her peers, but to find one herself was a different matter altogether.

At first, she’d been disgusted; and rightfully so. After all, it meant a guy had snuck into the women’s room and masturbated to the girls who’d gone in after him. But, after she’d shared the news with her friends and the revulsion had passed, she’d grown curious. The question was simple: what would drive a person to do such a thing?

It was her friend Heather Blake who convinced her to try it. The pair had walked home together after classes the day prior and Heather had admitted to Leticia that she’d done it herself in the past: sneaking into the men’s room, masturbating herself silly, and leaving behind her soaked panties as the only evidence of her misdeeds...

Naturally, this had only amplified Leticia’s curiosity and, well, here she was.

Now, Leticia wasn’t a prude. Despite being a virgin, she knew all about masturbation and was intimately aware of what to do in order to get herself off. Yet, she found a new rush of excitement as she mentally prepped herself for what she was about to do.

After she’d made sure the coast was clear and the washroom empty, the young girl snuck into a stall, lifted the hems of her skirt, and sighed as she touched her panty-clad pussy. Legs spread on opposite sides of the door to allow for ample room, she leaned back as she touched herself, masturbating in the only way she’d ever known how.

The slickness of her pussy, and her subsequent excitement at what she was doing, was easily felt through the fabric. She’d tried masturbating without panties once before, but it felt much more natural for her to feel her panties slide across her sex, the garments becoming more and more soaked as her arousal grew with each pass. She first thought herself weird for masturbating like this, but after talking about it with some very close friends of hers, she realized how normal it was for people to soil their underwear while masturbating. After that, she’d stopped caring and indulged in orgasm after delicious orgasm, all at the expense of her panties.

This time was no different, and the thrill of the situation made it so that Leticia reached her climax much faster than usual. Cumming with a loud shriek, ripples of pleasure coursed through the young girl as she felt her panties become utterly drenched from her orgasm.

Her orgasm faded as quickly as it came, and Leticia blushed as soon as the reality of what she’d just done dawned upon her. She looked down at the mess she’d made of her panties and swallowed upon realizing only one thing was left to do.

She shimmied her way out of them and left them behind in the stall, all while wondering which of her male peers would be lucky enough to find them.

Leticia would spend the rest of her day without any underwear. She’d thought of bringing an extra pair but, after what she’d just done, wearing a second set just wouldn’t be the normal thing to do.