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Lilian was beginning to panic. She'd look through her wardrobe, her bedside table and her bed sheets. Now she was under her bed looking around the neatly organised storage containers she kept.

When Damian entered the room he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There she was, his sister, on her knees with her ass up in the air. Her already short skirt had ridden up, and as she moved around chasing angles he was blessed with brief glimpses of her bare pussy.

Lilian finished looking under the bed and crawled back out in defeat standing there with a blank look and holding her underwear.

"You found them!" She squealed pulling her brother into a tight hug.

"Uhhh yeah" Damian said, now broken from his stupor. "They were ahhh, just out in the hallway, you must have missed them."

"How did they get over there?" She replied, a confused expression crossing her face. The confusion only intensified as she grasped her panties, and felt the strange thick substance covering them.

"And what are they coated with?!" She continued, bring the pair close to her face for inspection.

The white substance seemed to stick to her hands and reminded her of her shampoo. She held it directly under her nose and gave it several shirt sniffs. It pungent odour revealed that it certainly wasn't her shampoo, but did nothing to help her identify it.

"I think it's, uhh, fabric softer." Damian declared confidently, breaking Lilian from her focus."You've never had to do the laundry so you wouldn't know but that's what it looks like."

It was true, her parents had never made her do any chores but the way he said that seemed off to her. But why would he lie to her about something like this?

"No" She banished the though "He would would never lie to me"

She felt terrible guilty for mistrusting her brother, even for a second, but her curiosity wasn't fully sated.

"But how did it end up on-"

"Quick I just saw the bus" Damian interrupted her.

She turned to look for it when she felt her brothers hands rubbing her chest

"What's that for?!" She exclaimed as he assaulted her breasts

"I'm rubbing the excess off on your shirt so you can put them on." He replied, smiling to himself.

"Oh, I guess that makes sense" she said "Just make sure to rub it in good so it doesn't leave any stains. And hurry up!"

Damian took far longer they Lilian would have liked rubbing her underwear clean on her shirt. When he was done he handed her the pair and she deftly put them on.

Despite his best effort, she could still feel the sticky rubbing up against her vagina and mixing into her public hair.

"Gosh how much of this stuff do you need for just one piece of clothing" She thought to herself as she ran down stairs on a **** attempt to make it to the bus on time.