Kingdon Macrofic Day 15 Silk (775)
@kingdonmacrofic Warnings: Brosis, Somno, Panty theft, mel and frank being deeply perverted. DDDNE, Blink and you'll miss it watersports, blink and youāll miss it blood kink
@purplebutterflyglasses thanks for finding the pic!!!
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There was something special to completing a set.Ā
Frank had never been much of a collector, having two little sisters, both of whom were obsessed with him meant things rarely stayed his. Toys, hoodies, chapstick. Turnabout is fair play, though. Heād more than made up for it.Ā
Frank crept into his favorite sisterās room with practiced silence. Her hinges, oiled; the route to her dresser, memorized. He tiptoed along it. She was such a deep sleeper, his Mel. But it doesnāt hurt to be cautious. He bravely resisted the urge to go through her hamper; he had a routine, and he wasnāt going to ruin it by digging through her hamper looking for another prize. He knew what he was here for.Ā
Heād been patient. Testing the waters, taking his least favorite pairs and replacing them, one by one with handpicked gifts. An apology, a claim, an oath. He had rules. He could only take his least favorite pair, they had to be clean and fresh from her drawer, he had to replace what he took, only one pair each time. The denouement. Beyond them, however, he was unfettered.Ā
He preferred to start by sniffing them. Desperate for the trace of her forbidden scent. He wanted them to be undeniably hers before he made them his. Some days he couldnāt resist it, and shoved them in his mouth, trying to taste something more than clean laundryā her musk, her piss, her blood, anything he could take from the fabric. He envied them, her panties. Frank wasnāt kind to the things he envied.Ā
He liked to claim them fully, wrap the fabric around his cock, and milk himself until they were ruined. He fantasized about it sometimes. Leaving a cum-covered pair on top of her dirty hamper. Taking away every other pair. Leaving her the choice between going bare, or pulling on panties covered with his spend. His cum covering her pretty little cunt.Ā
He couldnāt. She was accepting, but she wasnāt that pliable. Sheād never raised a fuss about his replacements, though some days he caught the glimmer of frustration in her eyes. That frustration would diminish soon, he thought, he was on the last pair she originally had. Like the underwear drawer of Theseus. It wouldnāt be the same, ruining what heād given her. He might have to stop. He didnāt know if he could.
Heād saved the best for last. Go out with a bang, right? It was red, silky, cheeky cut, with little white patches of lace that would rest on the tops of her thighs. The thought of his Mel in them made him hard. Made him angry. She wasnāt allowed to dress up like a slut. No one was allowed to look at her like that. Who would she wear them for?Ā
He was excited to ruin them.Ā
He grabbed them, tiptoed back across the hall to his room, and brought them to his nose. What? Her scent, fresh, stronger than heād ever felt it. It was tangy. He pressed his nose further in. It brushed against something solid, something that didnāt belong. A note. He took it out, it was his Melās handwriting. Idly, he stroked himself with the panties as he read.
Frank.
I don't know how to talk about this. Don't know how to confront you. Don't know what you think you're doing. You're a coward, and so am I, I suppose. You're unkind. I don't know when you'll read this. When you'll finally take these, ruin them. Cover them in your cum. What, you think you're the only one who can sneak into a room?Ā
His heart sank. He kept reading. Kept stroking. He didnāt stop. Couldnāt stop.
Thank you for the gifts. These were meant to be a gift to you. I got them in a futile hope that you'd see me as a woman if I wore them. I had a plan to wear them under a skirt and go up the stairs in front of you. I never did. Like I said, Coward.Ā
You're mean. I don't know how you can stomach not letting me see them freshly ruined. Don't know how you can waste cum claiming my underwear when you could spend it claiming me.
He erupted. Hot, white bursts of jizz covered the red silk. Almost done.
He pulled out his phone. Took a picture. Saved it to a hidden album. Swoosh. He texted his Mel a link.
He walked through their doors. Closed hers after entering. And threw caution into the wind. He pinched her nose shut. She opened her mouth. He shoved the soiled pair into it, and waited.
