Trap set for Perverted Bother! SeXStoRY

I always suspected my b*****r had a dirty side; I just never suspected how dirty it was, and just what effect it would have on me. My name is Christie. If I had to describe myself I would say that I’m shorter than average, with a perfect small tight ass but I carry a little more in the chest than most of my friends. My hair is shoulder length, which the boys love to have something to hold onto as I found out. Anyway my b*****r Ray and I are nearly 19. He works as a teller at the local bank, and I’m studying journalism at college. As for Ray his girlfriend is such a skank, and a cock-teaser because her outfits consist of short skirts and belly shirts where her tits hang out, but she is just not the right person for him. I told him what I thought of her just over a year ago, and we’ve hardly spoken since. However I think that is going to change since I found out about a month ago my b*****r has a panty fetish. Ray and I share a bathroom at one end of our f****y house, and our parents stick to the other. Like most families our dirty laundry goes in a hamper in a corner of our bathroom. I on the other hand like to be clean, so I shower in the morning and at night. The door to the bathroom has to be slammed to make sure the handle lock works properly. Ray and I have both moaned at Dad constantly to fix it, but he never has. Ray and I have taken to leaving a portable stereo outside the door whenever we’re in there, so the other won’t accidentally stumble in. I came home after college as usual one Wednesday evening after a reasonably easy day, and I went to shower before going out to my part time job in the local pub. I started to undress and throw my college clothes into the hamper with the rest of the dirty laundry (leaving me in only a white bra and pink satin thong), when I noticed my favorite purple satin bikini string panties were on the top. I’ve only got one purple pair, and know I had worn them on Monday; so they should have been further down in the pile of laundry. I reached in and pulled the panties out of the hamper. As I held them up to look at they seemed a little damp. Upon further inspection I lifted them to my face to sniff them, I detected the unmistakable aroma of salty cum. The realization hit me hard; so hard that I got hot and my legs wobbly, and my pink panties immediately got drenched in an unexpected organism. I was hotter and wetter than I had ever been, and I was blushing from top to toe as I wondered who was jerking-off into my panties. Of course the list of suspects was a short one, and the only real possibilities were my Dad, my b*****r Ray, or one of Ray’s friends. I had to know, but I was getting turned on again just thinking of the possibilities. I slipped a finger down the front panel of my pink thong and rubbed my clit furiously. As I did this, I brought my purple bikini panties up to my mouth, turned them inside out and began to lick the cum that covered the interior crotch of my satin panties. I was so hot that the taste of the salty seed was over powering. I love the taste of cum; and while I’m not as experienced as some of my friends, the three boyfriends I’ve slept with have all had the pleasure of numerous blowjobs I’ve given them. In my experience there’s nothing quite like a guy shooting his cum down your throat, and I can’t get enough of it. Not a moment later I was coming again soaking my panties to the point that it could no longer hold any more fluid. My knees buckled, and I slumped to the floor shivering all over. My nipples were hypersensitive and rubbing agonizingly against the lace trim on my bra. I was on the verge of crying. I needed to know who the panty wanker was! I undressed and put the pink thong and purple bikini panties into the hamper, then showered, and got ready for work. I had a crap night at work, as all I could think of was a meaty cock rubbing against my panties and filling them with massive loads of cum. It was a quiet night anyway, and so my boss sent me home half an hour early. By the time I got home, Mum and Dad were both in bed (there were some fairly disturbing creaking noises coming from their room; Yuk, surely they’re too old for that now, they’re both in their late forties!). Anyway I went to the bathroom at our end of the house for, as I had to pee. While I was in there, I checked the hamper, but everything was as I had left it. The next two days were fairly uneventful. My life was the usual round of college, seeing friends, and working at the pub. I checked the hamper morning and night, but there was no sign of panty tampering. It must surely have been one of Ray’s perverted friends when they came around to play mindless Xbox games. Saturday mornings I always sl**p late, and then meet friends in town in the afternoon. On this Saturday after waking, I strolled downstairs dressing in a tank top and a pair of my pajama bottoms. After I knocked back two cups of coffee and some toast, I strolled up to the bathroom for a leisurely session of making myself look gorgeous. As I opened the hamper to put my dirty clothes in, and low and behold, my pink satin thong panties, the ones I’d cum in so explosively three nights before, sat on the top. The smell of cum was obvious. This stuff was fresh, but I was the only one in the house. Everyone else had gone out for the day. It was fairly obvious that it must have been my b*****r Ray! The thought was nowhere near as repulsive as I expected it would be. The smell of his cum had gone straight to my head. I needed to taste it. I licked the sticky seed from the crotch of my panties as I stuck two fingers into my soaking wet pussy. My orgasm was virtually instant. I went back to my bedroom and fucked myself to two more orgasms with my mini vibrator, and collapsed on my bed. I could still taste the spunk from my panties, and it tasted good. I needed more if it bad and I wanted it fresh. The trouble was, I still couldn’t be 100% sure that it was Ray’s. Whomever the panty wanker was seemed to like nicely used panties, so I resolved to flush him out. I decided to use the panties I was wearing, my favorite purple satin bikini sting ones. I decided that the best way to ensure that I could catch the cock that likes to cum in my panties was to create a situation where demand out-stripped supply. Since I already had my purple panties on which were soaked with three prior orgasms, I figured a fourth one would be a nice addition. God my clit was getting sore, and after I was finished I got dressed, and went into town to meet my friends. I intended to wear these panties for the next week. The thought of springing my trap kept me preoccupied for most of that week. Each morning I’d finger myself in bed with my purple panties on. I would then take them off to shower of course, but then put them back on for the rest of the day. I would then masturbate with them on in the evening, pushing the gusset far up into my pussy as I could get them just to get them good and juicy. Then I would shower, and then put them back on to go to bed. Each morning I would put a pristine pair of clean panties in the hamper, so that when Mom did the washing every other day, she wouldn’t suspect anything. By Tuesday, I noticed that the laundry had been moved around in the hamper, but then on Thursday there was the familiar odor of spunk coming from a clean pair of my panties, which sat on the top of the hamper. I picked them up and rubbed the cum all over the crotch of my purple panties and then licked the remaining cum off the crotch clean, and fingered myself once more into the purple panties. By now, my purple satin bikini sting panties could have stood up on their all by them selves. A couple of times walking around college, I’m sure people I passed noticed the smell, but this just served to make me hotter, hornier, wetter, and smellier. I’m ashamed to say that by Friday evening, my panties had been drenched with pussy juice, had droplets of pee in the front, and even some light sk** marks in the back. My parents had gone out for a meal, and Ray’s girlfriend was busy until late in the evening, and then he was intending to go and stay over at her place. I put the filthy satin panties into the hamper when I got home from college. Around seven thirty I heard Ray go into the bathroom. If he was the panty wanker, there was no way he’d be able to resist them. He’d be able to smell the heavy aroma of my pussy as soon as he walked into the bathroom. I followed him upstairs as quietly as I could. If he was the panty wanker, I didn’t know quite what I would do. I supposed I would try and watch him rub his cock with my panties, and then sneak in and lick them clean afterwards. The stereo was outside the door, so I would know that the bathroom was in use. I crept to the door and placed my ear to it. I heard a sort of squeal from Ray. He gasped, “oh fuck”, and at that moment I had found my panty wanker. As I listened, I heard him scrambling as he took his clothes off. I took off my shirt to make it easier for me to squeeze my tits. I then slipped my jeans over my hips and to the floor, and stood there dressed in only my black satin panties, and socks. I moved one hand up to my chest and began to rub and pull my left nipple. As it got harder I moved my free hand into the front panel of my black satin panties and finger fucked my pussy. As I listened to the noises from the bathroom, there were muffled grunts and groans. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed firmly at the door, and it clicked open. Thank God my Dad had never fixed it. I looked through the crack in the door, and there stood Ray with my panties pushed against his head, and his meaty cock in his hand, rubbing it like crazy. He seemed to be rubbing the whole crotch of my panties across his face, sniffing and licking my pussy juice, pee spots, and even sk** marks. His prick was quite magnificent. Not huge, but certainly well proportioned, and in my experience the most beautiful manhood I had seen. I took off my socks and crept into the bathroom. I knelt on the floor at his feet, as quiet as a church mouse, with my fingers up my dripping wet pussy I had to time this carefully, and judge the point of no return. My head was spinning. What on earth was I doing kneeling before my b*****r, who was stroking his magnificent cock, oblivious to my presence? The time seemed right. I said his name. “Ray!” He grabbed my panties off his face. As he started to stammer my name, I took his cock in my left hand, and slipped it between my lips, into my mouth running my tongue over and around the swollen head. He grabbed a handful of my hair and immediately started thrusting, lifting the panties back to his nose. It took just a minute of me sucking and licking for all I was worth, when I felt him tense, his cock swelled, and then his hot juicy i****tuous seed erupted into my mouth. The taste was fantastic, as it tasted even better than I’d imagined, and the texture was just exquisite. I licked every last drop off his lovely shaft and from around the head, as his cock began to soften my b*****r dropped my panties to the floor. Ray started to speak, but I wasn’t going to let him take control. I pushed him down onto the carpet, onto his back. I moved up to his head and knelt with a leg on each side of his face, in a sixty-nine position. I then lowered my panty-covered pussy onto his mouth. Ray grabbed hold of my hips and pulled my quivering snatch onto his tongue, lapping at my lips and clit through the saturated satin material, for all he was worth. What he lacked in technique, he certainly made up for in enthusiasm. I noticed my purple satin panties next to my hand; I picked them up from the floor and wrapped them around his dick. I started to massage his cock back to life. I continued to jerk him off until he was hard as a rock. Not long after he was hard my body was on the verge of a big orgasm. The feeling was so intense, because of the thought that my b*****r was licking my pussy. I was getting so hot that my orgasm hit me hard! So hard that I heard my b*****r choking on my pussy juice. Being that my b*****r is so dirty by using my panties to get off I thought I would teach him a lesion and rub my panty cum covered pussy all over his face. While I was calming down from my intense orgasm, I continued to rub my b*****rs cock with my panties. Ray’s body started to stiffen up, and I knew he was about to cum. I slipped his panty-covered cock into my mouth and began to suck him the best I could. I could not believe how tasty my week worn filthy panties where, and as I continued to give my b*****r a blow job, Ray shot a mouthful of his spunk into my mouth saturating my panties. After sucking my panties clean and my b*****r dry, we leaned into each other and kissed deeply. Strangely, the kiss seemed more dirty and forbidden to me, more than the entire licking and sucking did. We lay there in each other’s arms for a while to catch our breath, until Ray pulled away. I heard him call his cock-teaser of a girl friend, and tell her he wouldn’t be coming around that evening. It seemed we had some things to talk about. One of them I was hoping would be for him to jerk off into my panties twice every day so I could wear his cum where ever I go!