MORNING DELIGHT - CHAPTER 1 [PATREON EXCLUSIVE]

CHAPTER 1

I rubbed my eyes as I woke up, still hung over from drinking into the wee hours of the morning with my bud Travis. I couldn’t believe that he went to welding class at the crack of dawn, but he’d promised me a million times last night that it wasn’t a big deal, even though we were hitting the bottle until we couldn’t stand to keep our eyes open a second longer.

If Travis felt anything like I did right now, I felt terrible for him. I felt like utter shit as I tried to pick myself up from the floor of Travis’s bedroom where I slept, but I couldn’t even move a muscle. I gasped and fell to my back as my eyes slowly closed.

A few hours passed by the time I woke up the second time, but at least I was feeling a lot better now that it wasn’t early in the morning. I hoped that Travis was doing well at his welding class, but I would have skipped the day if I were him. No amount of money could have gotten me into that class, but Travis was taking his future career seriously, and hell, more power to him.

I groaned as I pushed against the ground and lifted myself to my feet, wobbly as I made my way to the bedroom door. I was still wearing my jeans and T-shirt from the night before, happy I hadn’t barfed all over my clothes, but fuck, I needed a glass of water.

I stumbled down the steps to the kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cabinet to fill with water, gasping once I had the fluid in my body, so refreshed by the clear liquid. I filled the glass again and downed it in two gulps, turning the dirty glass upside-down in the sink as I walked out of the kitchen, surprised that Travis’s house was so quiet. His mom or sister were usually at the house making some type of noise, but the more I listened, the quieter it seemed.

I did a quick lap around the house to confirm that I was alone, and when I was positive that nobody else was there with me, I got a strange feeling in my gut, like I should take a chance to make my dreams come true while I had it.

I tiptoed to the laundry room in the basement, even though nobody was home, I was terrified. I had the biggest crush in the world on Travis’s older sister Shawna, but even more than that, I wanted to wear her clothes. She was so beautiful and confident and radiated femininity.

Shawna held her shoulders high everywhere she went and always looked cute, like she’d spent hours at the gorgeous glam station that she had set up in her room, but I’d witnessed her get ready in mere minutes, and Shawna always looked fabulous no matter how long it took her to get ready.

I paused once I was at the bottom of the stairs, making sure that nobody had come home while I was coming downstairs, but it still sounded quiet upstairs, so I swallowed my breath and continued to the laundry area.

I figured it was safer to start here rather than enter Shawna’s bedroom, where I would probably find something cute to wear, but there was a real risk that she would catch me if I went through her things. Maybe I would put something back the wrong way or move something that I shouldn’t, and I couldn’t begin to picture a scenario where she caught me.

I’d die.

Much to my luck, women’s clothing filled the dryer, and I was positive that it was Shawna’s. Most of what was in the dryer was lingerie, and there were plenty of sexy options. I rifled through them until I found a pair of lacy black panties that looked like they could fit around my waist.

I could hardly breathe as I held them in my hands, looking each way, so incredibly nervous, but I couldn’t stop what I’d set in motion. I had to try on these lacy panties, or I would forever regret it if I didn’t.

I swallowed a breath before stripping naked right there in the laundry area, my cock already a little plump when I stepped into the panties, and it only grew harder as I pulled the black lacy panties up my legs, moaning when they were firmly around my waist.

I couldn’t believe it!

I was wearing panties!

There was a bathroom on the other side of the wall from the laundry area, so I ran to it to check myself out in the mirror, loving how cute I looked in the black panties! They were tight around my waist, maybe a little too tight actually, but that only made my cock look bigger, and I couldn’t stop staring at it.

It was practically erect beneath the thin layer of fabric, and I couldn’t resist my temptation to reach down and touch it, rubbing it gently through the fabric as I stared into the mirror, wishing I had much less body hair than I did, but I wouldn’t complain.

I was wearing panties!

I rubbed my cock through the thin lacy fabric, moaning a little as my manhood thickened with blood. I knew it was wrong to wear Travis’s sister’s panties, but I felt on top of the world with them wrapped around my waist, like they were made of pure joy. I never wanted to take them off.

My cock thickened further as I continued rubbing it, teasing myself, telling myself that I had to stop before I went too far, but would it really be the end of the world if I came into the sink with the panties cupped around my balls?

I considered my options before slowly pushing the lacy panties down over my shaft. I gasped as I wrapped my hand around it, feeling so wrong, but I didn’t want to be right. Not now. Not when I had on my friend’s sister’s panties.

I spat in my hand and rubbed the fluid along my shaft to use it as lube, stroking my cock with each breath I took, feeling my balls tighten further the longer I touched myself, and as badly as I wanted to stop, I couldn’t. I was too lost in the moment. Too turned on by the sight of my panty-clad cock in the mirror.

“Yes!” I gasped and slapped my hand against the sink. In my mind, Shawna was with me, encouraging me, sitting on her knees beneath me to catch my load in her mouth. I closed my eyes to get a better picture of the fantasy moment, and I couldn’t last.

Her panties felt too good.

I beat my cock more quickly as I gasped and moaned and grunted, working myself closer and closer to orgasm until I was shooting my hot, white cream into the sink. I gasped as I caught my breath, happy I’d jacked off, since it somehow got rid of my hangover, but something much worse than a hangover happened as I was catching my breath.

The garage door opened.

I cursed as I rushed to clean off my cock and wash up the bathroom. My clothes were still in the laundry area! All I had on was the pair of black lacy panties as I rushed to clean off my cock and get back to my clothes, but I couldn’t move quickly enough.

Steps sounded as someone came down the stairs. I glanced at myself in the mirror, wondering what I should do, cursing at myself for doing something as stupid as putting on Shawna’s panties.

“Daniel? Is that you?” Meredith asked.

“Yeah, I’m just using the bathroom!” I hollered.

“Um, are these your clothes on the floor?”

My face reddened as Travis’s mom’s question registered. I had no idea how I was going to explain myself out of this situation, but I had to come up with something, and I had to do it fast!

“Is everything okay in there?” Meredith asked as her voice sounded like it was coming closer to the bathroom. I cursed under my breath, wondering what in the world I could do, wondering how I could talk myself out of this situation before Meredith found out that I’d taken her daughter’s panties and got off while wearing them.

“Yeah, everything is fine! I just came down here to have some privacy.”

“Oh,” Meredith said in a high voice. “I see. Sorry to disturb you.”

“It’s okay.”

Meredith walked away from the bathroom and returned to the laundry area, probably thinking I was a complete freak, but at least she was whistling and sounded relaxed. I imagined she was loading the clothes into a laundry basket to put them away in Shawna’s room, counting down the seconds until I could retrieve my clothes from the floor.

“Um, Daniel!”

“Yes?” I asked.

“Are you wearing my panties?”

“What?” I screeched.

Meredith came back to the bathroom and frantically knocked on the door. “My black panties are missing from the laundry! Are you wearing them?”

“I… I…”

“It’s okay, Daniel. Come out of there, and we can talk about this.”

“I’d rather not,” I said.

“Well, I don’t have plans until after Travis gets home, so you can either come out of the bathroom to talk to me, or you can stay in there until Travis gets home. Your choice.”

I swallowed a breath, knowing that I needed to step out of the bathroom and admit defeat, but fuck, it was probably about the hardest thing I would ever have to do in my life.