Panty Raid

Panty Raid

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Emma watched her stepson Colin suspiciously as he cast his eyes toward the living room where the sound of girls squealing entered its third hour. The sleepover was apparently going well. It sounded like they were playing "would you rather" and eating popcorn... or murdering each other with pillows. In any event, she was worried Colin might be thinking about going to the living room and causing problems. She didn't put it past him to try to ruin one of Julie's sleepovers.

"Leave your sister and her friends alone," warned Colin's stepmother.

This was better advice than Colin knew at the time, but he wouldn't heed it; he had plans. "No problem," said Colin.

"I mean it, Colin. Let them be."

"I will!" said Colin defensively. "Why would I want to go near... that?" As he said this, another roar of laughter arose from the living room. It sounded like the lions had finally been let into the coliseum for lunch. "You think I want to subject myself to that?"

Emma bit her lip. She felt like a cop in the movies who knew he had the right suspect, but had nothing to pin on him yet. So far, Colin had done nothing wrong. To the contrary, he had said all the right things. But something made the hairs stand up on the back other neck. Still, she had to turn him loose for lack of evidence. She looked at her watch. It was bedtime. She worked early in the morning. She couldn't stay up to watch Colin.

"All right, Colin," she said. Tm going to hold you to that."

Colin shrugged his shoulders. "Fine."

Emma rose to her feet. "I'm going to bed. You behave. If Julie complains that you marched down there and started causing problems, there will be Hell to pay. Do you understand?"

Colin rolled his eyes. "Girls are gross," he said.

"He is one cool customer," thought Emma, before telling him: "If they wake me up because of you... it won't be good." Colin snickered condescendingly. "You said that already."

"It's important." 5

Colin folded his arms and put an insulted look on his face. "Yes, Ma'am," he offered almost sarcastically.

Emma took a cautious breath. He was up to something; she was sure of it. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about it. So she kissed Colin on the forehead, and she made her way down the hallway to her bedroom. She looked over her shoulder twice. Colin, on the other hand, pretended not to watch her disappear down the hallway, though he actually did watch closely. He knew she would be fast asleep within minutes of turning off her light, so he waited. A minute or so later, the light went out in her room.

"Almost time" he told himself. He went to his room to change.

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Colin had told his stepmother that "girls are gross," but he didn't really think that. Like every other young man his age, Colin was always horny, and girls excited him. Girls on film excited him. Girls in magazines excited him. Girls in real life excited him. Everything about them excited him, from their curves to the way they smelled to the soft sounds of their voices to their clothes. It all excited him. Though interestingly, girls' clothes seemed to excite Colin the most. And not just seeing them. Yes, Colin was excited by seeing girls in sexy clothes, but he was even more excited by the idea of wearing them himself.

His stepsister Julie's friends excited him too, though he did wish they would dress better. Indeed, they rarely dressed the way Colin felt young women should dress, preferring shorts and flip-flops to skirts and heels. One was different though: the lovely Katie Peters.

Colin thought about Katie as he changed.

Katie was Julie's newest friend and Colin saw her as special. What made her special to Colin was that, of all the girls at school, she was the only one to dress as Colin wanted young women to dress. When the other girls wore sneakers, she wore heels. When they wore jeans, she wore skirts or dresses. Jewelry, stockings... she wore it all. Even at dances where the others finally deigned to wear dresses, she wore gowns to their sun dresses and she wore stilettos to their kitten heels. She never came to school without doing her hair or her makeup or her nails. Her perfume was divine. She was, to put it simply, the perfect girl as far as Colin was concerned. Indeed, she excited Colin to the point of overwhelming his better judgment.

And she was at the sleepover right now.

Colin finished changing into a black shirt, black sweatpants and old sneakers with the squeaks and cracks worn out of them. He listened closely to the girls as he 6

changed to make sure they didn't leave the living room. He took a deep breath and peeked into the hallway. The coast was clear, so he silently crept down the darkened hallway toward his stepsister's room. He could barely be seen in the dark.

"I'm a ninja in the night," he told himself.

Colin reached the door to his stepsister's room. He let his hand hover silently over the handle as he listened down the hallway. The party was a tad quieter at the moment, in the sense that a blender makes less noise than a jackhammer, but the noise was still punctuated with feminine squeals and other things that sent chills down the spines of the bravest of boys. This meant there were no signs of them stopping any time soon,

"They're busy," he said beneath his breath with tremendous satisfaction.

Colin grasped the knob and turned it. He opened the door, slipped inside and quietly closed the door behind him. The room was dark. Fortunately, he had expected something that, so he pulled out a flashlight.

"Always be prepared" he told himself.

Colin scanned the room as best he could with the flashlight. The place was a mess. It looked like a herd of girls exploded here, which is kind of what happened. Indeed,

everywhere he looked, he saw piles of denim shorts, plain t-shirt tops and tennis shoes or flip-flops, all the leftovers when the girls slipped into their pajamas.

"What a bunch of piglets!" thought Colin.

He scanned a nearby pile and saw the dirty foot imprints Daisy Wilson had worn into her flip-flops.

"Blech!"

Colin ran the flashlight over another pile only to find white Capri pants and Keds.

"What part of 'skirt' don't these girls understand?"

Yet another pile revealed leggings and a t-shirt. Another was denim shorts and loafers. There was a pile consisting of jeans and white sneakers, and another made of walking shorts and more flip-flops. Colin hated flip-flops.

"Barf! Why don't Julie's friends dress like girls?" he asked himself.

Still, he knew what he would find there and it didn't matter. He had one target and he had already seen what she had worn to the party. His heart raced at the thought 7

of Katie in her white summer dress and her tan wedge sandals... with heels! That was the image that had sent him racing to his room to masturbate earlier and it was what he needed to find now!

Colin crouched down and did a systematic search of the floor. He didn't find what he was looking for.

"She has to have undressed" he told himself. "I swear I saw her in pajamas!"

He scanned the room again.

"Where are your clothes, Katie?" asked Colin of the dark.

Then he spotted something. Near the desk was a pile of something he hadn't seen yet. It was covered in a towel, so he didn't know what lay beneath, but it had to be Katie's things because there was nowhere else, they could be. So, Colin took a deep breath and started to tiptoe through the minefield of clothing.

As he went, Colin wondered why these girls wasted the opportunity they had been given as girls so badly? "With everything you can wear as a girl, how can you pick this junk?" he asked himself. "If I was a girl, I would wear heels and tight skirts all the time!"

He sighed as he stepped over another pair of shorts.

"What a waste!"

Colin continued toward his target. Step by step, Colin made his way around the obstacle course of clothing and purses and whatever else the piglets, as Colin now thought of Julie's friends (Katie excepted, of course), had left on the floor. Slowly, but surely, he made his way to the mystery pile. When he came within five or six feet of the pile, Colin dropped to his knees and crept forward on his stomach, moving a bit like a snake to avoid a pair of walking shorts.

Finally, he reached the towel.

"Please be good, please be good" he said.

Colin carefully lifted the towel and shined the flashlight on his prize. Beneath the towel stood a pair of brown sandals side by side. They had tan wedge heels and lots of straps. The heels had to be at least four inches high! Next to the wedges lay a pair of dark red lacy panties.

"Oh Katie, you wonderful girl!" he gushed.

Colin leaned forward as if he were doing pushups. He brought his nose within 8

inches of the wedges and sniffed them. They were brown with a half-dozen crisscrossing straps and an ankle strap, and they smelled of old leather and older sweat. It was a dirty smell, yet an exciting smell. It made Colin grow hard.

"Oh, you sexy girl," he said.

Colin then dipped his head to the right until his nose all but touched the panties. These were the sexiest panties Colin had ever seen. They were red silk or satin with a black lace band. The lace formed black roses and the silky red material was stamped with a wavy pattern.

Once again, Colin sniffed. He smelled Katie's scent. His smile broadened. His erection grew harder.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he said softly.

Colin ever so cautiously brought his hand forward. It was as if he didn't want to startle the panties with what he was doing. When his hand came close enough, however, it lunged forward and snatched the panties. He jumped to his feet. Then he raced to the door as silently as he could, being careful not to disturb anything along the way.

"Careful," he warned himself as he dodged the piles of clothes.

Colin reached the door a moment later. He stuck his head outside. The hallway remained empty. That was good. The sound of several girls chattering continued from the living room. That was good too. There was no sign anyone was moving. That was even better. Colin took a deep breath and slipped out into the hallway. He closed the door behind him and tiptoed across the hallway to his room.

"Victory is mine!" he said with a chuckle.

With that, Colin disappeared into his room to enjoy his prize. He did not see the eyes watching him through the cracked bathroom door.

"My my my" said Katie with a snicker.