Sister's Panties
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I grabbed the bathroom laundry hamper to do a load. It was mostly my clothes, but on the top were a pair of my sister’s panties. Instead of throwing all the clothes in right away, I hesitated in front of the washing machine. I reached down and picked up the soft fabric that had covered my sister’s crotch and ass. I wanted to know what she smelled like down there, so I put it to my nose and breathed in her scent, and that’s when I heard, “Are you being serious right now!” I dropped the panties back into the hamper, but the damage was done. My sister had caught me. “You know those are mine, right, you disgusting perv? Geez you need to get a girlfriend so bad! Seriously! Disgusting!” She told my parents. My dad expressed his disappointment in me, but my mom gave me a long lecture. But even worse, my sister had a new insult to call me. Every morning I hear, “Hey pantie sniffer, time to get up!” Or when she’s introducing me to one of her friends, “This is my big brother, the pantie sniffer.” I asked her to stop, but she went out of her way to do it all the time. So one day, I had enough. I went to the black magic district in town and bought a possession spell. I paid extra for the kind where the victim stays awake while you’re inside them. I waited for a time when our parents weren’t home, and then confronted her. When I did, it was kinda funny, but she was downstairs about to do laundry. I read off the spell, and she held out her hands and angrily demanded I stop doing whatever I was doing. And then I felt myself turn into a ball of energy and shoot into her chest. What the hell did you just do to me?! Wait! Why can’t I talk?! “Just thought I’d help you do some laundry,” I said as I set up my phone to record everything that happened. I began to strip, which made her shout in her head, Why the hell are you taking off my clothes?! “You were about to do laundry, remember? I’m just helping you be thorough.” She continued to rant and rave in her head while I got her stripped down to just her panties. I turned her ass to the camera. “Oh wow, you’re wearing a thong today, sis. This will definitely need to get washed.” I pushed them down a little, but got briefly distracted by her body heating up. I raised her hands to give her boobs a squeeze. Stop making me horny! she demanded. I ignored her and pushed her panties down the rest of the way. I stepped out of them, and then brought them up to her face. Don’t you fucking dare! I made her inhale a deep whiff of the part that had been wedged up her crack. For the video I was making I said, “Mm, I smell good. Sniffing my own panties makes me so wet.” And then I put the part that clings to her pussy into her mouth.
I yanked it out and put the panties away, then looked at the camera as I hoisted one of her tits up to her lips. I licked it, and I felt a dribble of arousal run down her inner thigh. I put her fingers into her mouth and sucked on them. Then I brought them down to her pussy and began fingering her. “The only thing I like more than sniffing panties, is sending videos of me doing it to all my friends.” Fine! she moaned as she felt me rubbing her clit. I get it! I won’t call you panty sniffer ever again. I might have stopped then and considered us even. Except she told everyone about me sniffing her panties and got other people to call me that stupid nickname! So after I made her cum on camera, I sent the video to everyone in her contacts list.