no point looking for lost things
Ever since Caleb began going to DAA for college, he only comes back home during the weekends. It's been a year now and maybe it's due to the fact that we go to different schools and that I'm training to become a Deepspace Hunter and naturally protective of my family, that I joined the online forum for DAA students. I swear it's just so I can get real time updates on him, but instead I get other students talking about him because a roommate of his is using him for clout. I ought to destroy Gideon's phone the next time I see him.
Lately, whenever Caleb comes home, all he does was sleep and eat. Maybe he's been working harder to pass or reach expectations. I'm really starting to get worried. Why is he even working that hard for? Who's he trying to impress so bad that he can't spend more time with me anymore?
"Caleeeb! Lunch is ready! Grandma and I already ate. Come on!" I shouted as I pull his arm. He wouldn't budge.
"Just 10 more minutes. I'll come down, I promise." he replied half-asleep. He probably don't know what he's saying.
"Fine. Just know that the water gun is loaded and ready to shoot in 10." I warned. I stood for a while before letting out a sigh and picked up his laundry basket filled with his worn clothes that he brought back home from the dorm. I guess he thought it was convenient to bring them home to get cleaned.
I bring the basket to the laundry room and prepared the machines before sorting them out. The smell of his dried sweat mixed with the faint of his perfume wafted along my nose. I hate the smell of boys and their perfume back in Phys Ed class but is it because we've been together all our life that I'm just used to Caleb's smell?
I take hold of the white shirts and it was a bunch of DAA tees that he wears inside his uniform. These ones have different designs than the previous shirts I stole from him so I guess he won't notice as usual if I take one. I clenched the fabric by its collar against my nose and inhaled the smell, shuddering as I did so. Fuuuuuck. That hits all the right spot. But wait—!
I looked back at the door behind me to check if anyone's near. Nothing. It was dead silent. With my trembling hands, I dug deep in the basket, clutching two familiar, dark-colored, fabrics at once. My whole body starts shaking in nervousness as I consciously took the fabrics closer to my face. I pressed Caleb's underwear and boxers against my nose and mouth, inhaling them like a lifeline. I can feel my legs giving out so I dropped, my knees folding as I hug myself in intoxication of his clothes against my body.
Fuck, I just changed my underwear but I can feel myself getting wet again. Will he hate me if he knew? That he didn't loose his stuff but I stole them? Or that I pervertedly hoard them?
Ugh, Caleb. Why did you have to grow up so hot?
"Hey, pipsqueak. Did you take my laundry?" Caleb asked loudly as he descends the stairs. I immediately scrambled back to business, pouring the clothes inside the washing machine without sorting them out.
"Y-yeah! It's already washing!" I replied as I panicked to where I should put the things I stole.
I quickly put them inside the lowest drawer where the detergents were stored.
He finally peeked in the door frame, his bed hair messy like a bird's nest and wearing only his blue checkered pajama pants.
"I told you not to do them because some of them always gets missing when you do it. I wonder if it shrinks or goes down the drain. I guess I'll never know," he said before leaving towards the dining table.
"Hey, wear a shirt before you eat." I reminded just to change the subject. I felt my heart drop to my feet. I feel like a criminal in my own house.
"After you're done there, join me over here. I don't really get it why you sit on the machine while it spins," he said, his voice lowering down as he goes farther into the kitchen.
"And I guess you have so much to think about things like that, huh? Didn't thought the DAA Heartthrob has a lot of time on his hand than fly fighter planes or explore the Deepspace," I said as I went out to join him, pouring myself a glass of apple juice.
"DAA Heartthrob? Where did you get that?" I paused when he asked. Is this a trap to tease me? Or he don't really know?
"I–I figured," I said, munching on an apple.
He was mid-pour with the pitcher and glass in his hands, staring at me intently as if trying to remember where he heard it from.
"The guys at the dorm were saying something like that. But it's not like you'll join the Daily Circle so nevermind— What the hell, pips?" he said, blabbering and then coming to a halt, slamming the glass down on the table.
"W-what?" I carefully asked, slowly standing up from my seat.
"Let me see your phone this instant!" he said, his stance ready to catch the escaping criminal (me).
"Why?! It's not like I'm posting there or anything! I'm just there so I can check on you!" I defended, looking for a way out.
"It's embarrassing!" he shouted back.
"Which part? The fact that you gave Gideon your apple pie recipe and never to me?" I said, talking about one of the post about how his pie tasted so immaculate and I said it with a loathing voice as I squint at him, ready to execute my escape plan. He lunges forward and I dropped a chair as barricade then threw a slice of apple that hit him on the head.
"You—! Don't waste food!" he shouted as he picked up the mess I made.
I tiptoed towards the laundry room and sneakily picked up his stuff from the drawer before running to my room with heavy steps and slamming the door closed. Let's just hope he won't bother me for a while.
I sat on my bed and took another sniff of the unwashed clothes before I put the shirt on. Even with my AC turned on, I feel so hot especially with Caleb's smell embracing all over my body like this. Looking at the pair of boxers, I decided to remove my pajama shorts and put his boxers on. Knowing he wore the same clothes I'm wearing right now and even sweat on them, turns me on like a fucking electrical circuit gone haywire.
With his briefs clutched against my nose, I reached for the big pillow with another of his shirts on and deliberately slid it between my legs.
Fuck, yes. The way the hardness of the pillow rubs between my slits and the fabric of his boxers pushed in, sends volts of ecstasy to my cunt.
Caleb... Haaaa... My Caleb... Are you also doing what other college students do when they're supposed to let their stress out? Do you also go out drinking and partying? Maybe fucking people, too? You can just come home, y'know. I'm here... Fuck me instead.
I spread my legs wider and pushed the pillow harder. The smell from his briefs is starting to fade and I can't let it. Before I knew it, it was in my mouth and I was sucking it to extract its essence. Rubbing my pussy with the pillow is starting to feel not enough. With my hands, I reached for my clothed cunt and started rubbing, soaking Caleb's boxers. I imagine Caleb's bulge inside these boxers and I rub against it, pushing his erection in me even though he's clothed. He'd feel really frustrated and tries to take them off but he just have to rub through it until it's soaking wet, looking like he pissed himself.
"Caleb..." I called out his name, my voice muffled by his briefs. My other hand grope my breast against his shirt and my nipple tingled just knowing Caleb wore the exact same fabric. Before the post-nut clarity could even hit me before I orgasm, I made sure to do the nastiest thing I could do right now: finger and rub myself until I'm spent.
My hips arched up as I dig my fingers deep in my slobbering wet pussy. I bit down on the piece of cloth inside my mouth to stop the uncontrollable moans I'm making and my whimpering out of the frustration that my fingers weren't exactly hitting the depth I wanted. If it were his hands, I could've finished minutes ago.
Exhausted and just want to finish, I resorted to finally rub my perked up clit and I immediately lost it. I started flinching uncontrollably, tossing side to side on my bed from mere touches to the sensitive bud. And without any thought, I released all over my freshly changed sheets, soaking the duvet and blanket, and it was too late to regret shit.
"Fuck..." exasperated, the post-nut clarity immediately washed over me like a bucket of ice. I am aware I've done this multiple times but I also always feel like my morals is distorting.
After a few minutes of catching my breath, I stood up and went to my bathroom to wash up and change my clothes. I'm such a fucking idiot to do this in the middle of the day. But it's not like the people in the house would start questioning what I do with my time.
I start gathering the bedsheet and blanket to take to the laundry room downstairs and I met Caleb who was just about to come up.
"You got a delivery outside. The delivery guy said you have to personally receive it," he relayed when I stopped mid-stairs.
What delivery...? Oh, fuck! Of all days it could be delivered, why does it have to be today?!
I ran in the speed of light downstairs and dropped my sheets by the door of the laundry room and went straight out. The delivery guy was standing patiently by the fence gate with a paper pressed on my package to sign.
"Ma'am, we need an identification to verify that this is your package." the guy calmly said.
"What? Why? That is my name written there and I am here, breathing, alive. What identification do you need more than my whole being?" I rebutted. Seriously, can't he just hand it over already? I feel like I'm close to getting unjustly exposed just for being a woman with sexual needs.
"Sorry, miss. Company policy." he shortly answered and I nodded vigorously in defeat.
"Fine." I said and sprint back in the house to grab an ID. Before I can make another step from the doorstep, my reflexes caught the object flying towards me and it was my wallet thrown by no other than Caleb... and he was picking up the sheets lying on the floor towards the laundry room.
"I figured you need an ID for a package like that when they won't even give it to me when it's already paid and has the same address in my ID." he explained and I'm frozen in my place seeing him hugging the sheets that I squirted on.
"These sheets looks fresh and you're washing them already? What? Peed yourself in your sleep again? Still such a pipsqueak, aren't you?" he teased as he went inside the laundry room to take over the washing.
His male innocence is starting to get really annoying. I don't know, is it male innocence or he's just virgin as fuck? I kind of regret wondering if he had hook ups because clearly, that's a stupidly hot man with no sense of freakiness.
I went out again to finish my transaction once and for all. The delivery guy finally surrendered my package after confirming my identity and making me sign on the form. I slid the package inside my shirt and stealthily went to my room to hide it.
This is such a freaky day and again, it's still mid-day, quarter to 2PM, to be exact. And I just know, it's going to get worse from here.
Caleb watched as she ran frantically outside, dropping her belongings on the floor as she goes while he continued his strides to her bedroom, wandering his eyes around the dimly lit room. Her curtains were purposely untied and gave a warm pink glow as the sunlight hits from the outside through her pink curtains.
Caleb's eyes roam on her vanity desk looking for her wallet, adorned with multiple apple keychains that he brought her. After picking it up, he paused. He knows he should take the chance, and he did. He walked over to the laundry basket, staring at it intently. Of course, Caleb figured that his missing stuff ends up in here. One wrapped on a pillow, and multiple inside the laundry basket with her worn clothes and mysteriously have a soaked patch. But he was fixated on one thing. To that piece of red, lace cloth, with a tiny ribbon on the middle, and subtle apple embroidery.
His shaking hands reached for it, and clutched it when he finally took a hold of it. His beating heart felt like it wants to set itself free from his ribcages. Like a criminal in a familiar room, and one he knows so well. He quickly put it inside his pocket when he heard the faint complaining voice outside and quickly went out and ran down the stairs. When he saw her take a step inside, he threw the wallet at her in a panic and she actually caught it, turning his panic into pride. Of course, her reflexes are naturally faster now that she's older and skilled.
To hide the hint of panic in his body language, he picked up the pieces of fabric from the floor that she dropped in a hurry but for some reasons, she's standing there like a frozen statue.
"These sheets looks fresh and you're washing them already? What? Peed yourself in your sleep again? Still such a pipsqueak, aren't you?" he asked, genuinely clueless as to why she'd wash fresh bedsheets again. Maybe she didn't like how the detergents smelled on it? Or maybe it's because she really like it when it's still freshly warm from the dryer? Or maybe...?
Ridiculous. There's no way. Only guys stain the sheets when they do their private thing. He read about it in a Sex Ed blog that girls have a dry orgasm when they masturbate so it's rare and almost non-existent for them to make a mess...unless overstimulated. And in a such a short time that she went to her room when she ran away from him, there's no way she can overstimulate herself that fast, can't she...?
It's been at least two hours that I've dug all my dressers. And I still couldn't find it! I mean, it doesn't really matter if I wore the other ones but, that one was so comfortable to wear! I wear it at least two times a week. Which is why it's making me really frustrated that I can't find it now.
It's not like I can ask grandma or Caleb if they've seen it because one, it's very unlikely for either of them to have it and two, I wash my own underwear!
I guess, maybe, it did shrink in the dryer or went down the drain. I guess I'll never know.
