Sneak into Sarah's room

"Let's sneak," you say to yourself, heading to the dorm.

You arrive quickly but out of breath, pushing open the dorm doors as you run headfirst into Lukas, Ben and Daniel, who are heading outside with cigarettes hanging out of their mouths. You notice small bottles of liquor sitting in their pocket.

"Oh hit, there you are," Ben says. "What's up, bro?"

"Where the fuck did you disappear off to?" Daniel asked.

You hold up your three pairs of panties up, waving them with a grin in front of Lukas' nose.

"Three down, one to go, you fucking prick!"

"Shit, that's not bad," Lukas smirks. "You've only got a little more than an hour left, dude, you'll never pull this off."

"Where are you off to next?" Daniel asks.

"Sarah's room, stealing panties from there."

"Ew, gross, she's your cousin!" Ben says. "Shit, does that make it hotter? It definitely does, right?"

"I gotta go, so suck it!" you yell over your shoulder, racing off to Floor 2.

Soon, you find yourself at the bronze '2' above the door, knocking briefly. When no one answers, you open the door, peering in.

The room inside is a mess, the beds unmade and clothes lying about the place. Stepping over a dirty blouse, you find yourself at a set of chestnut drawers. Looking at the top, there's a picture in a black, plastic frame with blobs of colour scattered across it. You pick up the frame, recognizing a younger version of yourself, standing arm in arm with a young version of Sarah, with your aunt Jenn standing next to each other. Aunt Jenn's in a surprisingly tight beige blouse, a lacy red bra peeking out, with a tight brown skirt cutting off just above the knees. Her big, juggly tits are nearly bursting out of her top, and you get a deep view of cleavage.

"Jesus, I look young in this. And Jenn... jesus, the rack on her. No wonder Sarah's so hot."

Given your blue balls from seeing those two emo girls making out, your cock quickly stiffens, and you're left with an aching desire to spurt your load. Reaching down and opening a drawer, finding rows of panties all hastily stuffed inside. You shuffle your hand around, pulling out a zebra-patterned pair of underwear with a crusted gusset, clearly having been worn multiple times. You lift it up to your nostrils, taking a pungent sniff of the fabric.

"Huh, she's wearing these underwear multiple times between washes. God, they smell good."

You pause, wondering how long you have before the girls get back.