Love Bites

Cory woke to the beeping of his alarm. It had been going off for the last five minutes he saw. He got out of bed and froze.

“For the love of God,” he said aloud.

He wanted to curse Annabelle for tainting his dreams, causing, well, his current mess.

Wanting to and doing it where two different things as the memory of what had caused his current predicament to come back to him.

He pulled the sheet down the bed and looked at it. It didn’t look different, except… he saw the blue laced, white satin panties, laying there.

He picked them up. Maybe Annabelle’s idea about using them to pleasure himself had subconsciously happened.

Looking at them, he noticed that the center was slightly stiff, but otherwise the same.

“Whatcha got there?” Kayla asked from the doorway.

He whipped around, facing her while putting his hand behind his back.

“Please tell me those aren’t mine perv,” she said. She noticed the stain on his shorts and said, “Considering what happened again, if those are mine, we best sit down and discuss it.”

Considering she had already seen his shorts, hiding them was pointless, so he pulled the panties out from behind him.

Holding them out so she could see them, he said, “No, not yours, see?”

His sister eyed him suspiciously. “I know I shouldn’t ask, but just to make myself feel better that you are indeed not a perv, who’s are they?”

“Annabelle’s. She, um, gave them to me last night. Said I managed to ruin them, so she gave them to me.”

He saw his sister frown and knew she was having the same thoughts as he was – Lily telling him the same thing.

“Well, as long as she gave them to you willingly, I can’t complain. Go shower spaz so we’re not late for school. Don’t forget that Abby and I have something to do after school. It’s Monday.”

Abby and Kayla were still meeting with Andre once a week. They occasionally ran into Yoshi and Yuki there, but it wasn’t often because of when they went.

Cory showered and got dressed.

Blaire picked up the twins and they went to school. The day passed relatively normally except Cory was a little nervous around Annabelle.

She asked him what was wrong but all he said was nothing. Alone at lunch, she asked him if he got any use out of her present and he turned red, and she told him that was answer enough, kissing him.

After school Cory was waiting for everyone when Annabelle came out first in her gym clothes as usual. She bent over to put her backpack down, and her loose tank top gave him a good view of two-thirds of her breasts and her stomach, down to her shorts.

Standing back up, she saw he was red. “What?” she asked.

He wasn’t paying attention before, but now that he was really looking, he could make out the slightly darker circles through her top.

“Um, seems you forgot something,” he commented.

“Oh,” she said, putting a finger in her cleavage I’m pulling the shirt down as far as the stretch allowed.

The shirt was halfway down her stomach, showed her breasts almost to the areola.

“Nope. In a hurry, just left it off. Like what you see?” she let her finger slip out and the shirt popped back up.

“I can see your...”

“Is that so bad?” she said, and he could see just the thought excited her. The spots darkened slightly, shrunk in circumference, and started to protrude from the shirt. “Now see what you did. You got them all excited.”

“Sorry?”

“Forgiven,” she said pressing against him and kissing him.

“Look at the two lovebirds,” Kayla said breaking the kiss.

Annabelle was still wrapped around Cory, keeping her chest pressed against his.

“Your sister is gonna see my hard nipples, you naughty boy,” she whispered to him and giggled.

“Didn’t change today sis?” he asked her.

Taylor was dressed similar to Annabelle, but she had on a white sports bra which looked almost like a tank top undershirt. “Gotta be somewhere remember?” she said.

“Oh, okay.”

“Oh my, how pretty,” Annabelle said peeling herself off Cory, nipples forgotten. She reached out for Kayla’s necklace. Intending on putting her fingers under it. To lift it, she only got as far as touching it before pulling her. Handbag yelping., “Oww.”

Kayla looked at her not knowing what happened.

“Be careful, it’s got a sharp edge or something,” Annabel said holding out her finger with a drop a blood on it.

Kayla picked up the pendant off her chest and ran a finger around it, looking for a sharp edge but couldn’t find one. “Sorry about that, but I’m not sure what happened,” Kayla said to her.

Annabelle shrugged and sucked on her finger. “Got me, but I gotta get. I’ll call you later, Cory,” she said, kissing him again and finally walking off.

Abby arrived with Blaine and he and the girls took off so he could drive them to their weekly meeting with Andre.

Cory enjoyed the sun as he walked home. His phone vibrated in his pocket about halfway home. Someone was texting him.

Pulling out the phone, he manipulated the screen to pull up the text. It was from Annabelle and said that she had just got home, and she was changing when she had an idea.

He waited, but nothing followed, so he sent back, “And?”

His phone started to work, showing the download in progress icon.

Cory continued walking as he waited for it to finish. The phone played a tone to indicate it had finished the download.

He tapped a few icons and the image started to appear on the screen. He looked, starting at the top and it showed a powder blue wall followed by the crown of white-blond hair, which was obviously Annabelle. He scrolled down the image, showing her face and neck.

She had sent him a selfie.

Next came her tanned shoulders with her arms down. She must have put the phone down and used a timer, he thought.

As the picture continued to scroll, he saw the faint, lesser tan lines down her shoulders and knew she changed into something strapless like a bikini or tube top.

The top of her breasts started to be revealed and he could see the whiter skin where a bikini would be. He saw fingers splayed across both breasts, covering her areola but the rest of the tanned, and untanned skin was exposed.

The picture stopped at her navel.

As he looked at the picture, he admired the subtle shades of the skin where they met.

Lost in admiration, he almost walked into a bus stop sign.

He texted her. “What’s that?”

Her reply came back. “Called a hand bra. You like?”

He replied back. “Nice tan line.”

Her: “All that and you focus on my tan line?”

Cory: “Hubba, hubba. Nice knockers?”

Her: “Hum, you might have got to see my other, lower tan line too if you hadn’t made that sexist remark. So, settle for the satin and your imagination.”

Him: “Probably not. My imagination has been causing me, um, issues lately, so I turned it off. It’s getting more play than I am.”

Her: “Not for my lack of trying…”

Him: “Touché. I’m stupid, I know.”

Her: “But adorable. TTYL. XOXO.”

Him: “Until later babe.”

Her: “Sexist pig. No more used panties for you either.”

Cory laughed and finished his walk home. When he got home, he did the twins’ chores, then called Annabelle and they talked and did homework together.

Kayla got home sweaty and worn out as usual and showered and did homework with her brother. She made faces and kissy noises as they said their goodbyes.

“You’re just jealous,” he told her.

She reached over and patted his shoulder and said, “Actually, you’re absolutely right my astute brother. I am. That being said, I’m also happy for you. And hey, I might have found a keeper in Johnny. He seems sweet.”

“I don’t know him very well, but he seems to be a good person. I wish you luck.”

“I’m going to bed now. I’m beat. Pleasant… no, normal dreams,” she told him.

“Thanks for caring,” he replied sarcastically. “I wish you wet dreams.”

“Oh goodie, me too,” she said, running off.

Cory followed suit and went to sleep. Again, he dreamed of both Lily and Annabelle, his mind trying to deal with the loss of one, and the acquisition of the other.