Sisters of Seduction Ch. 02

Isabella's smirk lingered as she crossed her arms, her eyes scanning me up and down. I could feel her looking at me, a mix of curiosity and amusement that made me feel uneasy. Her pink lace panties were still the only thing I was wearing, a stark reminder of how exposed I was both physically and emotionally. I felt the blood rushing to my face, blushing so hard that I could feel the warmth radiating from my cheeks. But the secret was finally out there, and all I could do now was wait for her reaction.

"So, you've been stealing my panties, huh?" she finally said, her tone a mix of amusement and curiosity. I stood frozen, my face burning with embarrassment. I tried to say something, but no words could come out of my mouth. Instead, I just nodded my head. "Well," she continued, tilting her head, "if you're going to wear them, we might as well do it right."

Her words surprised me. "What do you mean?" I said, my voice barely louder than a whisper. "You're not... mad?"

Isabella let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I thought you were cheating or something, but you're just a dumbass. I already knew that." Her playful chuckle warmed my heart, and the tension that made it hard to breathe left the room. Thoughts rushed through my head--does she like it, or is she still disgusted by me? She's not mad, but that doesn't mean she likes it.

"It's not my cup of tea," she admitted, her voice soft, "but if it makes you happy, I can play along." She stepped closer, placing her hand on my stomach and slowly moving it down, hooking her fingers behind the lace waistband. Pulling it a bit and letting it snap back, the blood that had been in my cheeks rushed south. I could feel my cock throbbing, straining against the lace fabric.

"I mean, it's kind of cute in a weird way. I've always known you were a bit more feminine than most guys--that's what I like about you. And I'd rather have this than some other secrets you could've been hiding."

Her words were a relief, but they also sparked a new kind of nervousness. She was willing to try it, but only to please me. What does that mean? How far is she willing to go? But before I could overthink it, Isabella pulled off her sweater and tossed it to the ground. Without hesitation, she reached behind her back, unclasped her black push-up bra, and in a smooth motion took it off, revealing her perfect breasts. The sight left me breathless, my thoughts scattering as she stood there. She threw the bra at me.

"Put it on and meet me upstairs."

She turned around and walked through the door. I looked at her heart-shaped ass, which was perfectly contained in her jeans, as she marched upstairs. With difficulty, I put on her bra; by now, the top of my penis peeked out of the panties, as if it was just as excited as I was. Before I could mess it up, I followed her upstairs.

Isabella walked over to her dresser, still teasing me by swaying her hips. She bent over next to her closet, her ass up and back arched, as she pulled open the bottom drawer. Inside a pile of panties, thongs, bras, fishnets and other lingerie. My heart raced as she started rummaging through them, pulling out pieces and holding them up like she was shopping for herself.

"Let's see... what do we have here?" she said, her voice playful. She held up a red satin panties, dangling them from her finger. "How about these? Think they'll fit you?"

I nodded, my face burning as I reached for them. She tossed them to me, and I fumbled to catch them, my hands trembling.

"Go on, put them on," she said as she turned around and sat on the floor, still topless. I hesitated for a moment, then pulled down the pink lace panties I stole from the laundry and stepped into the fresh pair of panties. The satin felt smooth against my skin, and I couldn't help but notice how tight they were, hugging me in all the right places.

Isabella tilted her head, studying me. "Not bad," she said with a smirk. "But I think we can do better. They don't really match your bra." She gestured toward the bra I was wearing, which was way too big, the cups sagging awkwardly and the straps slipping off my shoulders. "You look like you're playing dress-up in your mom's closet," she teased.

She turned back to the drawer, looking through the piles of lingerie. "Let's find something that actually fits you," she said, pulling out a delicate black lace bralette. "This might work better." She held it up, "It's smaller, more your size. Sophia left it here once, and luckily for you she's about your size."

I hesitated, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement as I reached for it. Isabella's smirk softened into something warmer, almost encouraging. "Go on," she said, her voice softer now. "Let's see how it looks."

As I fumbled with the straps, trying to figure out how to put it on, Isabella stepped closer. "Here, let me help," she said, her fingers brushing against mine as she took the bralette from me. Her touch sent a shiver through me, and I stood still as she adjusted the straps and hooked it into place. Her hands lingered for a moment, smoothing the fabric over my chest, and I could feel my face heating up again.

"There," she said, stepping back to admire. "Much better. You actually look... kind of sexy." Her words surprised me, and I could see a faint blush creeping up her own cheeks. She cleared her throat, trying to play it cool, but the way her eyes lingered on me told a different story.

"So," she said, her voice a little breathless, "what do you think? Feel good?"

I nodded, unable to find the words. The bralette fit snugly, the lace soft against my skin, and I could feel myself getting harder under her gaze. Isabella noticed, her eyes flicking down for a moment before meeting mine again. "You really like this, don't you?" she said, her tone a mix of amusement and something else... something warmer, more intimate.

"But now your panties still don't match," she quickly continued "let's see what we can do about that." She dug back into the drawer and pulled out a black lace thong, holding it up with a mischievous grin. "What about this one? Think you can handle it?"

I swallowed hard, nodding again. She tossed it to me, and I stepped into it, pulling the thin strip of lace up over my hips. The fabric was delicate, almost too delicate, and I could feel every movement as it pressed against me. Isabella's eyes lingered on me, and I could see the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks. "You know," she said, her voice softer now, "I never would've guessed you were into this. But... it's kind of hot."

My cock was throbbing as the thing strip of the thong brushed teasingly against my asshole with every movement. Isabella noticed I was getting harder, her eyes looking down for moment again before meeting back with mine. "So," she said, stepping closer, "how often do you do this? Sneak into my panties, I mean."

I hesitated, my voice barely above a whisper. "A few times a week... maybe more."

She raised an eyebrow, her smirk returning. "And what do you think about when you're wearing them? What's going on in that dumb head of yours?"

I felt my face flush even more, but there was no point hiding it now. "I... I think about you," I admitted. "About how they smell like you, how they feel like you. Sometimes I imagine you catching me, like you did today. Or... or other things."

"Other things?" she repeated, her voice teasing. "Like what?"

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. "Like... you putting them on me yourself. Or... or using them to tease me. Maybe... us having sex while wearing them"

Isabella's eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, I thought I'd gone too far. But then she laughed, a soft, breathy sound that made my stomach flip. "You've been thinking about this a lot, huh?" she said, stepping even closer. Her hand brushed against my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her touch through the bralette. "I have to admit... it's kind of turning me on."

Her words hit me like a shockwave, and I could see the effect they had on her too. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was a little quicker than before. I could see the arousal firming up her nipples. She unbuckled her pants and took them off, throwing them in the corner of the room. Then, without breaking eye contact, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them with a deliberate slowness. She held them up, the fabric damp and glistening, and pressed them to my face.

"You like the way they smell, don't you?" she whispered, her voice low and husky. I inhaled deeply, her scent filling my senses, and I felt my knees go weak.

"Is this what you always fantasized about?" she whispered in my ear. She took the panties out of my face--eagerly waiting for my answer.

"you are"

And before I could stop myself, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into a kiss, our lips crashing together with a hunger I hadn't felt in years. Isabella moaned softly into my mouth, her hands wrapped around my head as I backed her toward the bed.

With a playful yet commanding push, I threw her onto the mattress, climbing over her as we both surrendered to the heat of the moment. The lace thong was still clinging to me, but that made it even better when Isabella's legs wrapped around me, pulling me closer.