Hunger wins out

I laid on my bed for hours, fuming at my step sister and embarrassed that Mallory, the girl I’d had a crush on for years, had seen me in girls nympho sweatpants. I prayed that stephanie would do the right thing and fully explain to her that none of this was even my fault, let alone my choice, but I knew there was no shot in hell of that happening. No, odds are that instead stephanie will tell her I begged to wear them or something equally terrible for me and equally untrue.

After a few hours of fuming I decided I needed to know what I looked like in these, even if i also knew it would just infuriate me further. With bated breath I walked over to my full length mirror and took a look. The black material clung to my legs in a seductive way that I knew normally made me want a woman, the only exception being my half erect cock that was clearly lined in the pants. I turned around and muttered numerous curses at my sister as I saw the bright pink nympho written on the ass...but my ass did look good in them admittedly. I’d always had a nice ass for a guy, something women mentioned often and always made me uncomfortable.

Now knowing I was in feminine and suggestive pants, I decided to take an honest inventory of my body. I wasn’t muscular by any stretch of the imagination, but fit enough to look good. I had very little body hair and a less masculine face than many I knew. My features were softer than most men but still hard enough to make me look like a man, albeit not the manliest men of them all. Overall, I was a handsome guy and that made the embarrassing pants less horrible to deal with.

I was just finishing up when I heard muffled voices in the hallway and heading downstairs, followed closely by the sound of the front door closing. I waited with my ear pressed to the door, making sure they didn’t return, before letting out a sigh of relief and leaving my room. I had been hungry for awhile but hadn’t wanted to be seen again by the two girls, but now I was free at last.

Not wanting to miss this opportunity, I sprinted down the stairs and made myself a quick sandwich. As I got halfway done, the front door opened to reveal stephanie alone. I was so relieved that Mallory wasn’t with her again that I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I said hello to her.

She seemed confused at my smile and walked to the stairs announcing over her shoulder, “I’m going to see if there’s anything left in your hamper so we can be sure to be done with it tomorrow.”

I nodded my head in thanks, but after a few beats horror grew on my face. Her fucking panties covered in my cum were the only things in there! I sprang up to try and prevent this when a scream sounded from my room and stephanie ran down red faced and pissed. With a snarl she threw the soiled panties at me, causing me to panic as my own cum hit my chest. Enraged, she yelled, “You disgusting pervert! What the fuck did you do to my panties?!” I tried to stammer a reply, but she kept going over me and taking threatening steps towards me as I tried to get the cum off me.

“So I do your laundry and lend you clothes and you JERK OFF IN MY PANTIES?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Steph you don’t understand”-

“I don’t understand?! Go fuck yourself creep!”

“Stephanie please let me explain.”

A sickly grin grew on her face as fire continued to burn in her eyes and her voice dropped to a sickly sweet tone. “Oh really? Let you explain how much you love your step sisters panties? How about I ask mom and dad to explain to me why someone would do that to their poor sweet daughter.”

All color drained from my face and I begged shamelessly, “Please please steph don’t tell them! I’m so sorry, please let me make it up to you!”

She considered me for a moment before seeming to make up her mind and saying, “well I guess you could...”