Scott woke to the loud buzzing of his radio-clock’s alarm. He muttered under his breath about forgetting to turn it off since it was a Saturday morning. The clock red 6:00 in bold red LCD lettering.
Sleepiness quickly fled him, though, signaling for him to rise and shine regardless of the time. Thoughts of the night before soon permeated his awakened mind. Turning, he looked in the bed next to him. No one was there. Melisa, his younger adult sister, had shared his bed which was nothing too strange in itself.
But it was the remembering of what had occurred before they went to sleep that struck him as beyond odd. Melisa had excused herself to the bathroom in order to masturbate with her pink vibrator before returning to offer him the pair of dirty panties she’d worn all day. She’d had actually given him permission, even encouraged, for him to go the bathroom and masturbate himself with the aid of her still scented panties.
That was pretty strange, he thought, rubbing remnants of sleep from his eyes. Pretty nice, too. I’m sure it was a one time thing. She’s going through a rough time right now and just wanted to be nice to me.
Scott got out of bed, got dressed in a pair of clean khaki pants and a plain white t-shirt. He headed into the dining room where he smelled freshly brewed coffee. Melisa stood in the kitchen next to the stove frying eggs and bacon. She still wore the large shirt he’d given her last night to sleep in.
“Morning, Scott,” she greeted him without turning away from the stove.
Scott took a seat in at the dining room table still having the advantage of watching her in the adjacent kitchen.
“Morning, sis. You didn’t have to get up and cook breakfast for us.”
“I didn’t,” she responded. “I’m cooking breakfast for myself.” She laughed.
She took a coffee mug from a cabinet and poured a steaming cup of coffee before bringing it to the table and setting it in front of Scott. “I remembered what Molly said about you not being a morning person ‘til you had your cup of coffee so here you go.”
Scott thanked her while he looked her up and down.
“Is something the matter?” She asked him.
“Shouldn’t you go get dressed before the kids get up and come in here?”
Melisa flashed him a big smile and shook her head slowly. “Don’t worry, Scott. Cody never gets up before eleven on a Saturday, and besides, he’s use to seeing me walk around the house in my night gowns and sometimes less than that.”
“Christ, Mel! You don’t walk around the house half-naked in front of the boy, do you?”
“Not usually,” she giggled. “But there’s been some nights after a few rounds of tequila where I’ve pranced around the house in less than this.”
“Thanks for the warning. I’ll be sure to keep the tequila away from you.” Scott added sugar to his coffee and sipped it gingerly.
“Oh, no! You can’t do that! I’m a lot of fun after a couple shots of that stuff.”
“I’m sure you are,” Scott replied. He continued to watch her cook breakfast. When she moved her arms to flip the bacon and scramble the eggs he could see her butt twitch behind the long shirt.
“What’s the plans for today?” She asked. “You told me we’d have a good time this weekend since you were off work.”
“We’ll figure something out,” Scott told her. “We can send Molly and Cody to the store to pick up some groceries when they wake up.”
“What are we going to do?” Melisa finished cooking and came to the table with a plate full of bacon and eggs.
“I’m sure we can figure something out. Maybe we can all go catch a movie this afternoon.” Scott sipped his coffee.
“I guess I’ll get started on laundry after breakfast,” Melisa said between bites of crisp bacon. “I did promise I’d do that.”
“I’ll give you a hand. And then I should probably go take a shower since I didn’t get one last night.”
Scott finished his coffee around the time Melisa was cleaning her plate. He watched her strut back towards the bedroom. “I’m gonna go grab the laundry and get it started.”
“Okay. I’ll go get the laundry out of Molly’s bathroom.”
He stood up, headed for his daughter’s bathroom. Scott opened the hamper, reached inside to haul out all the dirty clothes, and heaved them up against his chest. A strange yet familiar smell tickled his nose. Placing the small pile of clothes on the bathroom counter he picked up a pair of Molly’s yellow panties that rested on the top of the pile. They were all wrinkled and wadded up, but he could immediately tell they were the origin of the intense smell.
“Jesus,” he mumbled. He’d done Molly’s laundry countless times but never had he found a pair of her underwear which smelled so strongly. Before he could stop himself he’d straightened the cotton panties out. His finger brushed against the white crotch causing him to pause. They were moist! Very moist. Scott glanced behind him to see if anyone was around before he quickly raise the panties to his face. He inhaled deeply.
Shit! What am I doing? Smelling my own daughter’s panties, that’s what I’m doing.
The scent was sweet and a little tangy. They were similar to the panties Melisa had given him last night, but had a distinct difference that he couldn’t really place.
Shaking his head in disgust, Scott wadded the panties up and dropped them back onto the stack of laundry. It was one thing to masturbate in a pair of his sister’s panties after she’d told him he could--a strange thing in itself--but getting turned on from his teenage daughter’s soiled panties was just letting his depravity go too far.
He headed for the back of the house where a small nook held the washer and dryer. Melisa was already busy shoveling clothes into the washer when he arrived. Scott dropped the armful of clothes at her feet.
Melisa bent down to pick through the clothes and Scott got a glimpse of his sister’s cleavage; her creamy white tits looked silky smooth and so, so succulent.
“Oh,” She said, “I was just putting colored clothes into wash.” She picked up the yellow panties from the top of the stack. She was just about to fling them into the washer when she stopped. “Oh, goodness!” She giggled.
“What’s so amusing to you?” Scott asked, unable to help smiling at her ever present cheerfulness.
“I think little Molly is becoming a sexy young woman,” she said.
“What?”
“Scott, these panties are soaking wet.” She held the panties up to his face. “Can’t you smell them? I think your daughter came in them.”
“Jesus, Mel! I don’t need to be smelling my daughter’s underwear.” He wasn’t about to admit to her that he’d already done it.
“Scott, you’re just like dad, you know that? Every time the topic of sex came up he’d run off to fix something in the garage or something.”
“I don’t need to stand here and listen to this.”
“Alright, alright. I’m sorry,” Mel apologized, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I won’t say you’re like dad ever again.” Melisa turned around and bent down to pick more clothes. The shirt she wore rode up on her hips giving Scott a clear view of what was underneath it.
Scott gawked when he saw Melisa was wearing a black thong. A tiny string vanished along the crack of her ass leaving her cheeks completely exposed. Scott somehow managed to resist licking his lips at the sight his sister’s plump ass.
“I gotta go do some things,” he blurted. “Thanks for helping with the laundry, sis.” Scott hurried back to the bedroom and disappeared into the bathroom.
Christ! I bet she slept in that thong last night. She was basically lying next to me in nothing but a shirt and a skimpy string!
Scott felt his cock stirring in his slacks. He couldn’t get the image of his sister’s bare, round ass looking back at him out of his head. He had wanted so badly to reach out and grab it. It was no big secret that Melisa had been the wild child while he’d been the more conservative kid in their family. But he’d never expected her to be walking around his house wearing such provocative clothing.
Scott spent the next few minutes brushing his teeth, shaving, and combing his hair just to get his mind off his sister’s body, and choice of clothing--or lack of.
When he came back into the den, Melisa and Molly were standing in the dining room talking.
“Morning, daddy,” Molly said, greeting him with a hug.
She wore a shiny green night gown and when she hugged him he noticed she was not wearing a bra and he could actually feel the warmth from her breast as they smashed against his chest.
“Morning, sweetheart. You didn’t sleep without a bra last night did you?”
“Oh. Well, I was under the covers all night so I doubt Cody saw anything he wasn’t suppose to.”
“Scott, leave the girl alone,” Melisa told him. “No girl likes wearing a bra at night. I didn’t wear one last night either.”
Scott frowned. “Well, that’s different. You’re a grown woman.”
“I’m sorry, daddy. I’ll make sure I wear a bra tonight, promise.” She gave him a sweet and sincere smile.
“I want you and Cody to run to the store and pick up some groceries for the weekend. Think you two can handle that?”
“Sure. Cody’s still asleep, but I gotta take a shower first anyhow. Maybe he’ll be awake by the time I’m out.” Molly headed towards her bathroom.
“I’m going to get a shower, too, since I forget to take one last night,” said Scott.
“Go clean up before you start stinking!” Melisa poked him in the chest with her index finger. “I’ll go wake up Cody or he’ll sleep til lunch.”
“Okay. I’ll be back in a moment.” Scott left to go take a shower.
* * *
Melisa stepped into Molly’s room, flipped the light switch to light up the dark room. Cody laid on his back atop the air mattress in the middle of the floor. He’d kicked most of the covers off of him as he usually did.
“Cody, honey, it’s time to get up,” she called to him. He didn’t stir. She walked further into the room, saw that Molly had already made her bed. She knelt down over her son, admiring his handsome face and muscular physique. “Cody, darling, wake up!” She said louder than before. This time Cody grumbled in his sleep.
She shook his shoulder. “Cody! Get up!”
His eyes fluttered opened.
