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Nickel felt almost depraved.
He didn't even do it on purpose. Their laundry gets mixed up all the time! It's a normal sibling thing!
So why was it so different now? Why was he making it weird?
Staring down at the pair of panties sitting on his bed, Nickel couldn't help but have his mind wander to the owner of said panties; his sister.
Clover was older than him. Like, way older. Okay, not that old, but she was still getting pressured by her parents to begin looking into colleges. Nickel didn't want her to leave just yet, though.
They've watched each other grow, from personality wise to physically. Nickel has spent his entire life with his sister, feeling almost dependent on her. How could he not? That was his big sister! She took care of him, even when his parents were supposed to.
And here Nickel was, being the fucking freak of the century, face flushing at the simple sight of Clover's underwear. This had to be one of her good pairs, it just had to be.. no way was this being worn if not for a special occasion. Lace trim circled around each hole of the clothing. Not that there was even much fabric in the first place, good god. How did Clover's dick even stay in there? Or was that the whole point?
Nickel could almost drool at the idea of his own sister's leaking cock hanging out of her underwear-- no! He can't think like that. This is bad. So bad.
But watching your sister change is also bad, and he's been doing that for a while now. Fuck, guilt built up in his chest, spreading through his veins and setting off some kind of fucked up arousal. He felt his boxers tighten, and he whimpered. As much as he already wanted to touch himself, he also had to put away the laundry on his bed first. Which would also mean touching the underwear.
Nickel's hand twitched. Teenage boys weren't known for their self control anyway. He grabbed the underwear, feeling the lace beneath his finger tips, hut didn't linger on it to long before he was pushing the underwear right up to his nose. He sniffed, and despite the freshly washed smell of detergent, he couldn't help but think how much better it would smell used. All of Clover's dried up precum on it, maybe even cum.
Sitting down on his bed, shoving a few pairs of clothing down to the floor, he pushed his boxers down just enough from his cock to swing out. Nickel shivered at the cold air, grunting under his breath. This was so wrong in many ways, but what the hell else is he supposed to do? Take a cold shower? He's not fucking celibate.
With one more sniff of the panties, he brought it down to his stiff dick, hand shaking. The bright pink panties contrasted with his dark, tanned skin. Then he wrapped his hand around himself, the feeling of fabric against his sex making him shiver, knowing the origin.
Without much hesitation, because teenage boys are as well known for their patience as their self control, he began to stroke himself rather quickly. He didn't lean into it, or start off slow. Nah, he's done this before, he knows how it goes. He needs this. He brings an arm up, biting into it to avoid letting out insanely audible moans and whimpers.
Nickel feels lightheaded, imaging that his own hand was Clover herself. Fuck, this- this was so fucked. Why was he thinking of his sister bouncing on his dick? Oh god, Nickel would kill to see the sight of her cock bouncing with her..
Drool dribbled down his chin, hand moving faster as more and more filthy, dirty thoughts flooded his mind. He bucked his hips up, letting out a choked up, shaky moan as his back arched. He did not have a high stamina at all. Ropes of cum shot out of his cock, and Nickel could fel himself throb as another spurt of cum flew out, only to soil and seep into Clover's panties.
With a shaky sigh, Nickel pulled his hand away and pushed his boxers back up. He could deal with the underwear later. Hopefully it'll wash out. He pushed the underwear behind his pillow and sighed, snuggling into his bed that the warm, newly washed clothes warmed up for him.
As he drifted off to sleep, possibly to dream even more sinful desires, the door to his room shut quietly.