Putting away her panties

"He took the last box of my clothes to put away." Sarah said from the kitchen. "Isn't that nice of him?"

I did love her pure innocence, but right now it felt a little grating. Did she really not see anything wrong with leaving Guy alone in her room? Did she trust him that much?

Or did she not even think about what he might do? The idea that he might do something... perverted... not even cross her mind?

It was my fault really. For leaving them alone together. I underestimated how bold Guy would be, but I was ready to take action now.

With my blood beginning to boil, I wanted to slam open the door and just start screaming at Guy. Yelling at him for daring to take advantage of my beautiful, trusting Sarah.

I didn't. I let colder, more calculating thoughts take over. Opening the door slowly, silently. Ready to catch him out in whatever it was he was doing. I wasn't sure what I was expecting to find, but it wasn't the scene that was revealed through the crack in the door.

Guy stood with his back to me, a box of clothes next to him and Sarah's dresser opened. I couldn't see his hands but from their position and movement, it looked like he might have been folding some of her outfits.

If he was, he was clearly taking his time with them. Savouring the touch of a real girl's clothes no doubt. Not exactly a good thing to be doing, but better than I might have feared. At least he was actually doing the work of putting her clothes away.

"Hey Guy!" I swung the door open and called out to him. The noise startled him and made him jolt.

"UuUhhghhhhhhh... yeah?" His surprise came out in a kind of rolling grunt instead of the yelp I would have excreted. Most people didn't groan when you surprised them, but I guess I was learning that Guy wasn't most people.

"Dinner's ready. You can leave the clothes, we'll finish up after."

"Just.. hahh... getting rid of a stain."

A stain? What stain? We washed everything before starting the move. And why did he sound out of breath? Was the little nerd not used to so much physical movement?

"It's okay, we'll just-" As I walked closer to him, my eyes caught the contents of the box he was putting away.

Panties. She'd let him take the box of her panties, and let him 'put them away' alone.

"Look see!" Guy wheeled around and shoved a pair of her panties into my face before I had a chance to react. "See how damp these are?"

Guy shoved the red lace panties into my hand for inspection. They were some of the only panties Sarah owned that you might call 'sexy'. Guy gestured for me to look at them closely, watching intensely. I pulled them up and sure enough he was right. Right in the center was a damp spot, with what almost looked like a spray of smaller dots around it. It didn't look like water, and it wouldn't make sense that water could get into the box but only get part of the panties wet.

"What is this?" I asked. Gently touching the main spot with my thumb. It almost felt sticky and was warm to the touch. Yet surprisingly it had an almost sweet smell to it I found as I brought it closer to my nose.

"Looks like a white mold in its proto-hyphae stage." He said. Looking smugly at me as I struggled to identify the substance. "Give that middle spot a good press."

I did as he told me. Pressing my thumb down on that wet patch and covering it.

"Do you feel how it sticks to your skin?"

"Yeah..."

"That's a sign that spores have spread from these to the others." Guy grabbed the panties out of my hand, balled them up and through them onto the box with the others.

"Why is it warm?" I asked. Not wholly convinced of his story.

"Oh I had some warm water on it before. Trust me, it looked a lot worse before I started cleaning it up."

"You boys ready yet?" Sarah walked in. That loose shirt clinging tight around her chest. It was cut low enough to show a good bit of her cleavage, but I knew if I asked her to bring it up a little she'd just be showing off more of her ass.

"Bad news baby." Guy shook his head and frowned. "We need to get rid of all your panties."

"Umm? What!?" Half shocked at the idea of throwing all her panties out, and half at the casual use of a pet name.

"Really? But I liked the ones I had." There wasn't an ounce of disbelief in her voice. She wholeheartedly believed him without seeing any proof.

I'm sorry. Why can't we just get them cleaned?" I asked, trying to insert a rational voice into this discussion.

Guy just shook his head. Smirking at me like I was an idiot for suggesting the idea.

"The spores have already festered for too long. The entire box is infected."

"But they look fine? And it can't be that hard to-"

"Liam. Guy studies biology. I think he'd know more about the mold than you." She was staring daggers at me. Not happy that I was putting up resistance here.

"If you're worried about money, my sister is about Sarah's size. She'll have a bunch of older pairs she doesn't use now, though the style is a little different..."

"That's so nice of you Guy!" Sarah jumped forward, once again pressing Guy's face into her cleavage. "Isn't it Liam?"

"Yeah... it's great." I wanted to keep pushing back, but I could tell I was on thin ice. Something about my objections were really setting her off. Maybe they sounded too much like the bullies back in school.

I still didn't believe his story about mold, but I could let this one go. His angle was obvious here. Get rid of Sarah's mostly plain panties and replace them with his 'sisters'. I was willing to bet they'd be brand new, and much sexier than what she was sued to.

If that was his plan? Well, it really only benefited me then. Sure he probably had some scheme to see her in them, but I wasn't concerned. After I got some alone time to talk to Sarah, we could put a stop to his juvenile games. Leaving just me as the one who'd be admiring her ass in a nice new sexy set of underwear.

"You're right, Guy. We shouldn't risk it. We'll throw out all the panties that might be 'contaminated'." I told them. Feeling a little smug I'd beaten him at his own game.

"You're a smart guy Liam. I can see why she likes you. Always putting her safety first." Guy pulled out of the hug. Bending down to put the lid on the box, when he suddenly jumped back up. "But wait a second. Are you wearing any panties now?"

"Huh! I am!" Sarah gasped. Moving a hand down to her panties, like she was confirming they were still on.

"Those have to be fine right?" I said. Gritting my teeth. "They weren't ever near the 'contaminated' box!"

"Hmmmmm" Guy rubbed a non-existent beard like he was some great sage. "It's possible. I'll have to conduct a touch and smell these to know for sure."

"Hang on now! I'm not letting you-"

"Liam, it's okay." Sarah looked at me with frustration clear in her eyes. "He knows what he's doing."

I hated seeing her look at me like that. Hated the idea that I might be causing her any pain or anxiety.

"Why don't you lie down and I can quickly examine them." Guy patted our bed. Wide eyes grinning at me.

I was losing control here fast. I couldn't put my foot down without stepping on Sarah's toes, but I had to do something. Something to stop Guy from running his hands over Sarah's panties while she wore them.

"Wait." I said. Felling Sarah's glare as she sat ready to lie back on the bed.

"She can take them off before you test them."