Swipe her panties

As quietly as possible, Barry stretched his arm into the room and lifted Melanie's panties off the top of the pile of clothes. Part of him couldn't believe what he was doing, this was, after all, his sister. The same sister he had, as she said, taken baths with when they were little. But Barry's cock had taken over and his cock wanted to know if her pussy smelled as good as her ass looked.

With panties in hand, he quickly closed the door and rushed back to his room. He hopped back in bed and freed his hardon from his shorts by kicking them across the room. He laid down on his back and stared at the panties for a moment and tried to decide if he really wanted to do this.

Although he had his issue with frequent erections, Barry had never thought of himself as a pervert. He'd always considered it an unfortunate medical condition. But as he lay on his bed staring at his sister's panties, he couldn't lie to himself any longer. He was a perv.

Maybe I shouldn't do this, he thought, but his right hand was already wrapped around his cock. He stared at the panties a minute longer. They were dark blue and silky. Not grannie panties, but not exactly sexy lingerie either. His eyes drifted down to the cotton patch at the bottom. The patch that had only a few minutes ago been wedge in betweem Melanie's pussy and smoking hot ass.

Barry buried his face in the crotch of her panties and inhaled. The scent of his sister's sex washed over him, and it smelled amazing. Far better than he could have imagined. Far better than any of the the pussy he had ever eaten.

He closed his eyes and pictured Melanie straddling his face, his nose and tongue buried deep inside of her, pussy juices squirting all over. He jerked faster, pushing himself closer to the finish.

"Damn it Barry!" Melanie suddenly said.

Barry opened his eyes to find his sister standing over his bed staring at him. She looked angry, but he also couldn't help but notice that although she had put her shirt on, she was naked from the waist down. His eyes went to the neatly trimmed mound of black hair at her crotch.

"I got up from my nap to get dressed and my panties were gone!" she snapped. "Should have known your pervy ass would have them."

"I....uh..." he stuttered, realizing quickly there really was no excuse that would cover having been caught with his face buried in her dirty panties.

Embarassed, he quickly moved the panties away from his face and tried to cover his cock with them.

"Is nothing sacred to you, Barr?" she asked. "You're in here sniffing your sister's panties...and apparently really liking it. You know how mad mom and dad will be? They might kick you out."

"Please, Mel, don't tell them!"

"Tell them that their middle child is a pervert? They already know that. They just didn't know that he was an incestuous pervert. You've probably been stealing mine and mom's panties for years."

"God, never before, I swear," he said. "I just came to check on you, saw them there and couldn't help it. Never before, I promise. I've never thought of you like that."

"Like what, Barr?" she asked.

"Like a girl."

"What were you thinking? When I walked in and you had your face buried in my dirty panties, what were you thinking about?"

He stared at her for a long moment. He had never had a conversation like that. His masterbation fantasies had always been private. But he'd never had someone ask him...

"I was imagining you sitting on my face," he said and he could feel his face turning red.