Em’s Panties Pt 6

Em and I probably could have stayed naked on my bed all day. We were so happy together and so satisfied with our orgasms that we were very relaxed. I enjoyed looking at my sisters nude form. As much as we were in paradise together the fear of being found out finally forced us to get up, get dressed, and throw my blankets in the wash.

For the next few hours we did house chores. But we would also sneak peeks at each other, or make the occasional comment, or have a quick pinch, poke, or grope of one another as we passed by. I found my sister to be very open to being touched by me whenever I wanted. She was bent over in the kitchen, her head in the veggie drawer at the bottom of the fridge, as I strolled past to put a cup in the sink. She was wearing pink shorts, with the very bottom of her ass cheeks hanging out. As I passed by my hand slid across both cheeks. Instead of protesting, or even moving, she let out an audible moan. On my way back I slid my hand between her thighs for just a second and continued back toward the laundry room.

“You better be careful doing shit like that, mister.” She scolded.

“Why?” I asked. “There’s no one home.”

She jumped from the fridge and chased me into the laundry room. We were both laughing as she cornered me by the washer. But then she got a serious look on her face and said’ “Because what if I just decide to grab you thing and have some fun.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Well I won’t stop you. Believe me, I won’t.” We both laughed again. As she turned to head back to the kitchen I grabbed her around the waist and spun her back to me. I cocked my head and leaned in and kissed her. She kissed me back and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Our hands started exploring and I was getting aroused. Just then we heard a car door slam. Suddenly we both turned 5 shades of red and couldn’t get out of the laundry room fast enough.

Seconds later the front door opened. “Kids?” Mom yelled out.

“Here we both said,” Almost in unison. My sis went toward the kitchen, and I with a tent in my shorts, made a quick pit stop in the downstairs bathroom.

“Why is the fridge door opened? Christ, what are you two up too?”

“Sorry Mom” Em said. I spilled something and went to wash it in the laundry sink. “I was just coming back to close that.”

Mom just shook her head. She knew if Dad saw that there would be a 20 min lecture on electric bills, and spoiled food, and starving children blah blah blah. I couldn’t help but laugh at what my mom would have said if she was thirty seconds earlier. I splashed some cold water over my face and waited for my erection to subside. I left and went to the couch. Mom was blabbing on about base gossip and what not. Em and I would make eye contact and smile, or laugh for a second, and then go about what we were doing.

With Mom home we couldn’t do anything the rest of the day. Which was a shame because I had finally recovered, and my dick was constantly hard now. Later I was upstairs putting the sheets back on my bed when Em came in from her bedroom through the shared bathroom.

“Hey” she said. She was wearing an old concert tshirt and sweatpants. Her hair was up in a ponytail. She looked amazing.

“Where’s mom?” I asked quietly. The whole day that was my first thought. Where the hell is our mother?

“She’s in the kitchen” Em replied. I started to put my hands on her but she brushed me away.