I fell for my neighbor years ago, when I was a senior in high school, and she was a junior. I was eighteen and she was seventeen. Meghan, and her twin sister, Taryn, were like my sisters. In fact, they called me their brother as I am only months older than them. 

Meghan and I always had an innocent crush on each other, and we both admitted it. We hugged a little tighter and longer than normal, when we were younger; but we were always dating someone else, and nothing ever came of it.

I ended up going to college across the country on the east coast. Meghan and Taryn went to school in California, and were closer to home than I was. We texted and chatted every so often, and we saw each other on holidays. After college, I ended up staying on the east coast for work. A couple of years after they graduated college, Meghan and Taryn joked about moving to Massachusetts, where I am. I never thought they would, but they ended up attending massage school here in Massachusetts.

Even though they are twins, they look completely different to me. They both have very large breasts, at least DD, but probably easily into the E cups. Meghan works out a lot, and it shows. What really killed me was her eyes, a beautiful light brown and a smile that would steal a room in no time. She knew she could always break me down with just a glance across a room. A slight grin, a stare, a second too long. She had a beauty mark on her cheek right, where her dimples would perfectly frame her smile.

I helped them find an apartment close to their school. It was about fifteen minutes away from me, and ten minutes away from my job. It was great having both of them around, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of Meghan, and how she had grown into a woman in every sense of the word. We were all in our mid twenties, years older than our innocent flirtations as teenagers. Taryn was like me, with the same sense of humor and the same no bullshit approach to life. We get along great, but I’ve never been attracted to her, not like her sister Meghan.

They needed volunteers for some of their massage classes. I jokingly offered, in pure jest, but they both wanted to practice on me. Meghan always liked how strong I was, having played football and working out five days a week still. I went along with their gestures, and accepted to be their guinea pig in class. I had to strip down to my boxers, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Meghan was thinking. She kept glancing at me and smiling. Her perfect smile and beautiful eyes would melt me, every time. 

I had them over for dinner at least once a week. I live in a house out in the country without a basement. Their apartment had a large unfinished basement, that they couldn’t fill even if they tried. I had a lot of things outside (an air conditioner, car tires, my canoe, tools, etc.), and they offered to let me store anything I wanted to in their basement I was running out of space at my house. They gave me a key to their apartment, and wanted me to keep it.

I came over one day when they were there, and we hung out for a while. I put a couple of items in their basement. It was a humid summer day in June, and Meghan glistened with just a hint of sweat. Her shorts were extremely short, the kind you can only wear at home, and I did everything in my power to not stare. She put her brown hair up all of the time when it got hot out, and it drove me wild. But, this was my neighbor, it was Meghan. We grew up next to each other, and she called me her brother, and I thought it was wrong to be attracted to her.

Unfortunately, I lost the key to their apartment. I had texted them the next weekend, asking if I could bring some tools to put in their basement to get them out of the sun and rain. They said of course, come Monday, but they would both be at class. They left the basement door unlocked for me. The next day, during my lunch break, I made my way to their apartment and let myself into the basement. I only had a few tools, so it didn’t take more than a few minutes.

I couldn’t help but wonder about Meghan as I was there. I walked up the stairs from the basement, and they had left their door open to the rest of the house. It can be a bit bizarre being in someone else’s house alone. I went up to Meghan’s room.

Her door was wide open. I went down the hall and looked out the window from Taryn’s bedroom, and nobody was coming home anytime soon. No mailman. No neighbors. I went back to Meghan’s room and noticed her closet door open, with her laundry basket at the bottom in the corner.

I knew I shouldn’t, that I would be violating her privacy, but I couldn’t help myself. I reached into her dirty laundry, remembering how each item was thrown. I carefully removed some jean shorts from the top, and a scrunched grey t-shirt. Then I found a pair of black panties. Lace. Thin on the sides and with a solid black material down the middle.

I could see the outline of Meghan’s pussy, a white streak, straight down the middle. I’m not sure if she had masturbated with them on, or if she was wet most days, but this pair had clearly been worn for a long time, on a hot and humid summer day. The gusset was a creamy white; it was clearly visible on the black material. I knew I shouldn’t…but I truly couldn’t help my myself.

I brought them to my nose and inhaled, until I couldn't anymore, taking in every last breath I could. For years I had wondered what she tasted like, what her womanly scent was like, what it would be like to be buried between her thick legs. Her scent was intoxicating. She tasted like nothing, or nobody, I had ever had the pleasure of eating.

I explored every centimeter, every millimeter, sniffing every inch, over and over. I looked for another pair, but could only find one. I still remember how every article of clothing was set in the basket. The black cloth was perfect. The lace on the edges was still twisted, where she had pulled them down her butt and legs. And the gusset was still scrunched, perfectly and beautifully showing where her legs and lips hugged her sex.

I couldn’t believe how strong her scent was. I didn’t think I should, but I had to – I just had to taste it. I slowly and carefully licked the gusset, still stained with her heavenly juices. I was entranced as I brought my tongue into my mouth and let my taste buds experience what my nose had already experienced. It was euphoric beyond what I had ever imagined (and I had tried to imagine, a lot).

Her scent was truly delicious. I could have stayed there, sniffing her black lace panties for hours. My penis was bulging in my pants, as the pheromones were beyond control. I sat on the edge of her bed, unzipped my pants, and pulled out my penis. I stood up, and stuck my hard cock between her panties, and let the tip rest right in the gusset. Meghan’s black panties hung on my thick cock, and I could only imagine what she would think if she knew what I was doing right now, rifling through her most personal garments. My penis was already wet, the tip dripping with precum. I left a drop, just a dab, right where her lips parted, and another where her clit would be.

It took everything in me to not take Meghan’s panties with me. To go back to work, and then home, and lie in bed with a piece of her covering my face, constantly sniffing and inhaling every last bit. I too wanted nothing than to finish myself and cum in her panties; however I was worried she would notice her black lace panties stuck together, hard as a rock, with my cum down the middle.

I went into the bathroom, with her panties still draped on my hard cock. With my left hand, I held them on my face, imagining Meghan sitting on my face and tasting every piece of her. I imagined my tongue buried in her pussy. I imagined her grinding, harder, and faster, and then slowing down and asking me to suck on her clit. Her juices, covering my face, as she breathed heavier and heavier and letting herself lose control. I imagined that perfect smile, her dimples slight with delight, as she looked down at me between her legs. I stroked myself harder. I simply couldn’t hold back anymore. I released my load, with her black panties still covering my face.

I went back into her room. I put Meghan’s panties back in the basket. Then her t-shirt, and last, her shorts. Everything, folded perfectly as if she had thrown them in after getting out of the shower.

I went back out the basement, to my car, and texted Meghan and Taryn, “Thanks! I put some tools in the basement.”