Sweet Agony

For a moment, I stand and look at myself in the mirror. White shirt, sometimes a trainer bra, but not on this ocassion, plaid skirt, (why do private schools so often have these fuck awful plaid skirts?) underneath green panties, tights, shoes. That’s it.  Except it isn’t. The panties and tights are damp. I began to feel wet during the afternoon, and every sight or word said to me seemed to carry a sexual overtone. Now, since I walked home, I’m really randy.  I lie down on the carpet and spread my legs. Even just doing this feels naughty and therefore sexy. I lift my skirt up to expose my mound. I also rub, over my clothes, just once between my legs. There’s an instant tingle and I feel a sudden flood of wetness.  I need to be quiet, because my brother is in his room next door, but oh, I really need this. I slip my hand underneath my tights and panties. The sparse hair reminds me of my emerging womanhood, and the slickness between my still virgin lips tells me of my body’s readiness to accept a man’s cock there. Cock. What a powerful word that is to a young virgin. It’s a word hinting of the cocking of a gun prior to firing. Firing sperm. Firing it up inside me.  I don’t have any particular boy in mind as I rub my clit round in circles. All I think about is him here with me in the bathroom. My legs up and open and him pushing that cock of his in and out of me. I grind my hips and that adds to the building excitement. Sometimes, I take my panties and tights off, but not today. Today I want to cum in my panties, to stain them, to make them smell of me. I know some boys like to steal panties, and only recently, a friend told me that they like to smell a girls pussyon the material. Yes, today I want to cum in my panties. Maybe my brother will steal mine. That thought brings me to the edge.  Another rub, and another thought of this mystery boy combined with my brother smelling my panties and I tense up all over and then......then......then, with breath held, I cum into my panties. It seems to rumble on for ages, and this time, unlike most times, I don’t stop rubbing. I keep going, eager to squeeE the last drop of pleasure from myself and my leaking twat.  Afterwards, looking at myself again in the mirror, it’s obvious I’ve been playing with myself. There is a huge flush across my neck and upper chest and my cheeks are bright pink. My right hand also smells of me.  I wait until my breathing returns to normal, and then I unlock the door.  Walking downstairs, I can feel the wetness between my legs. I will be dressed as I am until tea time, and I know there will be more leaking because after I’ve cum there always is. That’s why I don’t get changed Immediately.  Later that evening, I drop my green panties into the hamper. The crotch is heavily stained and still wet in places. I’m sure mum will know what I’ve done. But will my brother?