Incest/Taboo Miracle Cream

"Well, she has a nice ass," Cory countered, a little creeped out by the smile his mother shot him. Unaware of what he had said the night he had stumbled upon them fucking Cassy's parents when he was doped up.

"Why, thank you, baby," Celeste cooed, reaching over and tickling her son's chin. "Now, you don't wreck the car," she warned as she walked out of the garage.

Jairo and Cory both smiled as that big-block just turned over with ease. Noting how the ram scoop was shaking as the car warmed up to get the choke off. Reaching over helping his son with his seatbelt when he was having trouble with it due to his hands. Slyly noting the effect of the vibration of the engine and the exhaust was having on his daughters as he did.

"Put on some tunes, Cory; let's break this car in," Jairo stated with a warm smile on his lips. Noticing how Dayana tapped her phone against Cory's left arm since his was in his right pocket. Seeing how Cory was signing into YouTube as he put the car into reverse. "Whoa!" Quickly applying the brakes when it was more horsepower than he was used to in a car when he lightly pressed on the gas. He wasn't expecting it to have that fast of a response given the age of the car.

"You better take care of my baby," Cory warned in a teasing tone.

Jairo felt his face burning when he noted how Greg was fighting back his laughter, yet couldn't stop his shoulders lifting in his silent mirth as he backed the car into the street. Seeing the garage door closing as their convoy got underway.

"Hello?" Jairo answered as they sat at a red light two stops before the on-ramp to the interstate.

"We're going the long way to my house; figured your son would want to feel what that car can do. You sure you can handle that kind of horsepower?" Feeling his cheeks heat at Greg's playful rip.

"And the long way is?" Jairo asked, ignoring his friend's barb.

"Take I-85 north to exit 165, then take a right... well, just follow me. I know the car will keep up. The driver... I'm not too sure on."

"Ha, ha," Jairo retorted, rolling his eyes. He so wasn't going to live this down with Greg. "Alright, let me call Celeste and tell her the plan."

"How's the car doing?" Was the first question out of Celeste's mouth when she answered.

"Running like a dream," Jairo answered. "Hey, we're going to take the long way to Greg's house," he said, going over what Greg had told him.

"Okay, just don't leave me behind!"

"I'll try, dear, but this thing just wants to get up and go," Jairo stated with a boyish grin on his lips.

"Don't get used to it," Cory said, wishing it was him behind the wheel of his car. Feeling the horsepower at his fingertips as his dad pressed down on the accelerator. He chanced a look behind him, seeing how hard Dayana's nipples were, the way she was rubbing her thighs together, that bashful smile on her lips as she looked away when she caught him looking, the way she bit lightly on her nail as her elbow rested on the little armrest. Noting how her cheeks were heating as she stared out the little window, yet he saw how her eyes glanced over to him from the corner of her eye. Reminding himself to carry towels in the car whenever he had female passengers so his leather wouldn't get ruined in their juices.

"Cory," Zoe whispered around the right side of his seat as she leaned forward.

"Hmm?"

"When the car is done, can we, can we take it out for a spin?" Zoe asked, eager to be seen in such a stimulating car.

"Huh?"

"You know me, you, Dayana, and Cassy, just cruising down the streets," Zoe said, knowing Cassy had to feel this on her pussy. It already had her pussy wetter than any vibrator she's ever used.

"Fine, but you better bring towels," Cory stated in a firm tone. Returning to his search on Dayana's phone for an alarm system for the car that would work with such an old car. He knew where the place Mike worked at installed them as well as the sound systems they offered. Wondering if his friend's place of work could do it. He didn't trust himself installing it himself. He didn't want to fuck anything up on his car when all he wanted to do was protect it from thieves.

"Here we go, y'all better hold on," Jairo warned, noting how his friend's '53 pickup just took off when they turned onto the on-ramp. Pressing down on the accelerator, feeling the rear end squatting down as the big-block purred in response, causing the tires to bark slightly as fuel flooded the carburetor to send the power needed to apply the force needed to make that pony zoom down the road. Seeing how their Explorer struggled to keep up as the 429 engine had him right on Greg's rear end. Wondering if his friend could see his cocky grin in his rearview mirror. Feeling how the car just pushed them back into their seats when he accelerated to merging speed to get onto the interstate.

All through the drive to Greg's house, he noted how his son was touching the car. Feeling the vibrations of the engine on his fingertips, seeing the longing to be out on the road driving it with no end in sight. Knowing he was going to have to stop at an auto parts store and get a car cover for Cory's Mustang, seeing how the Explorer would be returning to the garage once they got home. The normal twenty-minute drive to Greg's house that Google Maps had plotted out for him when he was on his way home last night took forty minutes to arrive at his friend's place. His jaw just dropped as the sight of Greg's car collection appeared before him. His eyes ran over the '69 Corvette Stingray, seeing how the sun glinted off the baby blue paint job. To the cherry red '68 Oldsmobile 442, the lime green '70 Pontiac GTO, and his deep black '67 Chevrolet Chevelle as Greg pulled his truck to a stop beside it.

Seeing his friend hopping out of his truck once, he shut it off, waving to him to follow him as he noted how Celeste was pulling into Greg's driveway in the rearview mirror. Noting how Greg was carrying the box that contained the louver in his right arm as he led them around his house. Hearing the metal door sliding on its tracks after Greg had unlocked it and waved them into the building he used to paint his cars. Applying the brakes when he heard Greg's shout, shifting into park, sighing in his mind that this was as far as he would get to drive it. He had to admit, while it had tons of horsepower, it drove like a dream.

Noting how Cory was helping his sisters out from the back of the car after shutting it off. Giving the steering wheel one last loving rub before he, too, left the car. He so knew he was going to have to borrow it from his son from time to time to go joyriding with his wife, amongst other things.

"Seems you learn quickly," Greg teased as he set the box down against the wall.

"You know, I can handle this little pony now, don't make me have to drag race you," Jairo retorted, getting a snort out of his friend.

"You would lose. My GTO and Chevelle will outshine this car," Greg boasted as he walked over to his standing tool chest. "The 442 has similar horsepower, so it might be a close call, the Stingray, okay, it would beat it," he admitted as he searched for the correct size drill bit. "You feel up to helping put the louver on?" Greg asked, looking over at Cory.

"Wait. You're doing it now?" Cory asked in shock, to which Greg just nodded. "But what about the paint..."

"It will be better to do it now before I prep it for paint," Greg said in a teacherly voice.

"Then, oh yeah, what do I need to do?" Cory asked in an excited voice.

"Fetch the adjustable speed drill over there," pointing to the far end of his building, "and the masking tape," Greg stated. "Shouldn't take too long," he said, peering over at Jairo, who nodded in understanding. He could see that he didn't care if it took all night, not when he noted how his friend was watching his son and how quickly he hopped to, to fetch the drill. "Young miss, mind fetching that small step stool?" Greg asked, nodding towards where it sat by the door.

"Sure," Zoe nodded, happy to be a part of this. They all stood back as they watched how Greg and Cory worked together. Watching how the two of them worked with getting the long rubber gasket, that slid onto the louver itself, placed properly. To how Cory held the chrome hinge steady while Greg carefully and steadily drilled the pilot holes in the roof. While Greg did most of the work, yet they weren't going to interfere when Cory so wanted to do something even if it was holding the louver steady, while Greg marked the locations of where the bolts would hold the louver onto the car after he drilled the holes for the barrel nuts. They noted how intently Cory was listening when Greg told him what the barrel nuts did. Noting how Greg brushed the metal shavings off the car, seeing how Cory nodded when he said it didn't matter if he scratched the metal, seeing how it was going to get repainted anyway.

"Got to say, that does look good on that car," Greg stated as they all looked on at the handiwork they had completed when they had finished securing the louver down to the car.

"I know," Cory said, already imagining what it would look like with its new paint job.

"You going to get the ones for the side windows?" Greg asked, looking over at Cory. Who just looked at him in shock that he didn't even think about it. "If or when you do, you don't need my assistance for it, seeing how those only come in the tape versions." Although that didn't mean he wouldn't pop over to Jairo's place if Cory needed a hand.

"I think they would look good on the car, Cory," Dayana stated after a moment of thought.

"You think so?" Cory asked, peering around Greg at his sister.

"I do," Dayana said with a firm nod.

"It will have to wait, though, kind of tapped out at the moment," Cory muttered. While that wasn't true, he just didn't want to be broke and not have the money for gas when they returned to pick up the car.

"Did you bring the paint with you?" Greg asked, turning his attention towards Jairo.

"It's in the trunk," Cory said, pointing at it.

"And when did you do this?" Jairo asked; he couldn't remember seeing his son do such a thing.

"Oh, sometime yesterday when you all weren't looking," Cory mused, feeling very sneaky at the moment.

Greg heard the sound of the trunk closing after he and Jairo had retrieved the three cans of paint that would be needed for the car. He had a can of clear coat that he's never used, so he would apply it as the last coat to protect the paint's finish.

"Well," Greg mused as he walked around the car to determine how long it would take him to get the dents out of it. "Day maybe two to get all the dents out and the metal looking flush, then two days to paint and another five to let it dry," he spoke, looking at Cory.

"Alright, so about a week and a half?" Knowing his staples would be coming out next Thursday. Wondering if by then his right middle finger would be out of the splint it was in. Hoping that the cast would be coming off then, too, which he knew would mean the time of Cassy's sponge baths were coming to an end. As much as he enjoyed taunting her with his cock every time she did, he was eager to have use of his hands again.

"About that," Greg nodded.

"Well then, Greg, we'll get out of your hair," Jairo said, holding out his hand to his friend. "You call me if anything happens or there's not enough paint for it or whatever comes up for the car; I'll get it to you as fast as I can."

"Will do," Greg nodded. "I promise, I'll make it stand out like there's no tomorrow," he said, smiling at Cory, who returned it.

"Oh?!" Turning back around when they started to walk towards his family's Explorer. "The hood, will you be able to paint it?" Cory asked before he forgot.

"Yeah, shouldn't be a problem; why? Don't like that flat tone on it?" Greg asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Nope, sure don't," Cory stated truthfully.

"How about I put a little dragon on the hood to match the design you got going on the seats," Greg spoke with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Oh, you have to show me when you get it done; bet it's going to look amazing?!" Cory uttered with a wide grin on his face.

"I'll make sure that it is," Greg nodded, knowing he would use the leftover black paint he had when he painted his Chevelle for it. He just had to find a place to print out that large of a stencil. Waving to Cory when he waved at him when he followed after his family towards the front of his home. "Definitely going to make that boy proud of you," Greg said when he peered back at the car.

Cory was lounging in the living room of his family's home, bored out of his mind with what was on daytime TV. He had already done all the assignments Lucia had given him along with the rest of his elective classes, plus the ones for his core classes on the website the assistant principal had given his mother. Recounting the proud smile on his mother's lips when he showed off the grades he had gotten that were posted on the assignments he had done. Remembering how Lucia had come over after school to chat with his mother, telling her about how his other teachers, along with herself, were proud of how he took his learning seriously while being out. They all thought he would slack off and wait till the last moment to do them. What could he say? It wasn't like there was much else he could do with the way his hands were, and he was already played out on the computer game he had been toying with. After Lucia had told him, relaying what his other core subject teachers had told her to pass along, that he should start the next leg of assignments on the website next Wednesday, so he wasn't so far ahead with the rest of his peers. Of course, he fucked her brains out after she and his mother had their little chat.

Leaning his head against the back of the couch, smiling up at the ceiling as Lucia's moans filled his mind as she came over and over on his cock. Begging him to cum in her, practically demanding that he soil her pussy in his hot cum. Not that he would deny her that, yet he did hope she didn't get pregnant. Cory found it odd at the smile that graced her face, like there was something else behind it other than getting the dick she's been craving. His thoughts turned to Cassy; he honestly didn't see why she bothered to come over since his father was home. Although, he so didn't want his father holding his junk when he had to take a leak. Lifting his head off the couch, looking around, knowing he hasn't seen her for some time. Lifting himself off the couch ignoring the TV as he ambled into the kitchen. Shuffling between the rooms on the first floor, looking for her. Something, an odd noise, caught his attention as he walked in front of the foot of the stairs. Turning his head, gazing up the steps, arching an eyebrow, wondering what it was.

Peering into Zoe's room, not seeing her there, nor was she in his room. Which Cory was pleased to find had gone unmolested in her childish need for payback.

"No, they wouldn't?! Not to Zoe," Cory muttered as he stared at the only closed door on the second floor. Walking as silently as he could towards it, his thumb and index finger wrapped around the doorknob. Slowly inching the door open, a wall of sex assaulted him like an ambushing bandit on a country road.

"Oh fuck yes! Uh-huh! Fucking impale me on that cock?!" Cassy panted in heat as he watched his father holding her aloft.

"Yeah, you like that cock don't you, you little tease?" Jairo grunted, loving the feel of Cassy's pussy as it wrapped itself around his manhood. "What am I to think when you come over here, wearing that skirt, rubbing that ass against me, hmm?"

"That I want you to whip out your cock, bend me over and fuck me like a slut," Cassy purred, smiling sensuously at him.

"Well, at least you know what you are," Cory stated before slamming the door closed. Noting the surprised looks on their faces as he did. Pulling out his phone as he walked down the hall, knowing he had to be the one that told his sister of what he had seen; as much as he knew it would hurt her, it would be better if it came from him. His thumbs quickly typed out a text to his sister. Her response stopped him in his tracks. She fucking knew about it?!

"Cory, relax; I know what you saw was probably shocking to you. I get that, but Cassy asked me about it last night. I can't really tell her no since she knows I'm fucking someone else, i.e., you, and she's been wanting to do that with Dad ever since the beach. But I'm very, very happy that you thought so much of me that you would be the one that told me of this. You don't know how much that means to me, li'l brother. So, why don't you go and join them? I know Cassy would like that."

"I'll pass," Cory replied. It wasn't that he didn't want to, which he did; it was just that the thrill was gone, as the saying goes. Being around her pretty much on his own for so many weeks, he already knew all her turn ons, all the little things that would get her really wet. Plus, her attitude for the past week or so hasn't been really all that conducive to him wanting to slip his cock into her.

"You really holding to this no more sex with her thing, aren't you?"

"Yeah, well, not in the mood, plus, got worn out yesterday," Cory stated, remembering how Dayana dragged him into her room when they got back from Greg's house yesterday and wouldn't let him leave it for a good hour.

"I'll say." Rolling his eyes at the winking emoji his sister had sent. "I have to head to class, Cory; it really meant a lot that you thought she was cheating on me and had to tell me right away. Wish someone had done so with that douchebag; I would have saved so much time and energy. I'll let Cassy know we talked; try not to be too hard on her, alright?"

Cory pocketed his phone, turned the TV off, and headed out back. To do what? He honestly couldn't say. Yet, he so didn't want to be in the house while they were going at it. Cory swept the patio clean, which didn't take all that long much to his disappointment. Walking slowly along his mother's flower beds, pulling up weeds, knowing his mother would have done so on the weekend. Hearing Delilah's words in his head from the sessions they've had. As much as he wanted to rail against her words, deep down, he knew she was right, groaning in his mind, just admitting it to himself. However, he has noted how her skirts have gotten shorter during their private meetings and how she would always, deliberately, slowly uncross, and cross her legs when he would sit in the chair that sat in front of hers, which he found odd. He was beginning to suspect she was placing it there on purpose.

"I'm not a slut, you know?!" Cassy huffed as her shadow loomed over him as Cory was kneeling on the grass in front of a flower bed. Wondering how long he's been out here as she noted the sweat on his brow.

"You don't say," Cory mused as he leaned forward and plucked the last weed from the bed. Easing himself up off the ground about to walk back into the house for the key to the shed so he could rake the plants up, or that was his plan until Cassy took hold of his left arm.

"Are you jealous that your Dad got to fuck me before you could do so again? Is that why you're acting like this?" Cassy asked with a cocky grin on her lips.

"Is that what you think?" Cory retorted with a pointed look. "If you do, then you don't even fucking know me. I could care less about who you fuck or who you don't. It's not my concern since we are not dating. I'm just a friend, nothing more. Now let go. I have work to finish," he said coldly.

"I think you do," Cassy said, pressing onward. "Why else have you been so damn moody?"

"Same could be asked of why you've been such a bitch," Cory shot back. "It goes both ways, Cassandra," he said, noting how her eyes narrowed when he spoke her given name and not the nickname he gave her. "Have you been this bitch for the past week because I won't give it to you? That you can't release that Pixie death scream you always do when you cum on my cock?" Watching how her cheeks grew to a bright red at that. "Well? I'm waiting? I don't have all day."

"Then why did you say that to your sister if you don't want to have sex with me anymore?" Cassy asked, referencing the conversation he and Zoe had on Wednesday, all the while ignoring his own question.

"Did I say that? Since obviously, she shared our conversation with you, you would know I did not."

"But Cory, you know that's not how I feel," stepping closer to him, "you know I don't think of you as a third wheel. Why would you want to distance yourself from me?"

"How would it look to someone I'm interested in dating if I'm still fucking you?" Cory asked with a questioning look.

"So? That doesn't mean we have to stop; when you get a girlfriend, then I'll back off; until then, I will keep taming the dragon," Cassy uttered in a stern tone.

"Oh?"

"Mmmhmm," pressing her left breast into his arm, "this Pixie Queen still has a war to win," Cassy stated in a firm nod. "So how about we go inside, and I'll put the dragon to rest."

"I'll pass," seeing how her jaw dropped at that, "not eager to know what another man's spunk feels like on my junk," Cory stated, not realizing that his father's cum or its residue was marring Cassy's breasts, not her pussy.

"But..."

"Cory, come in and wash up; I made you lunch; I'll take care of the raking," Jairo stated, interrupting Cassy, his eyes moving around his yard, noting the plants strewn about the grass. Knowing Celeste was going to be ecstatic not to have to do this chore tomorrow.

"Come on, let's get your hand washed," Cassy muttered, a little hurt that Cory didn't want to take a poke at her. She really did miss feeling that full.

"What?" Cory asked when Cassy was really examining his middle finger.

"Does it hurt?" Cassy asked, glancing up at him when the bruise that once marred it had all but disappeared.

"No," Cory answered, shaking his head.

"What if I do this?" Cassy asked, lightly putting pressure on where she knew the break was. Again, she saw the shake of his head. "Open and close your fist," she ordered. "What about now, any pain?"

"A little," Cory replied, his hope was very clear in the sound of his voice.

"That might be because you haven't been using your hand for nearly a month. You want to see how it goes without the splint on at least for a few hours?" Cassy inquired; a smirk formed on her lips at how vehemently Cory nodded his head. "First, let me just take a few photos and send them to your doctor. Don't want you to reinjure yourself." Again, she was met with a nod. She has been keeping his doctor up to date on Cory's condition ever since his second surgery. She was, after all, going to be a nurse, and they all reported to a doctor. This was just giving her the experience she needed when she got out of college.

"Any localized pain around the area of the break?" Dr. Whitmore texted back.

"Not that he told me when I lightly probed the area."

"What of the swelling? I can see that the bruising is pretty much gone."

"If there is some still there, I can't tell since it appears to be like his other normal fingers," Cassy replied. "He has some pain when opening and closing his hand, but I think that's due to him not using it for three weeks."

"Yes, that might be why, okay, tell Cory he can keep the splint off for now. But tell him only light activities; I don't want him to overstress his finger. Tell him we'll do another x-ray when he comes in on Thursday. If it goes well, his cast might come off." Smiling warmly at him when she watched how Cory danced around in joy when she showed him the text.

"But you have to..."

"Hey, hey, I'm not about to go back into that thing; I'll be careful," Cory said with a firm nod to never, ever experience a finger splint again.

"Okay, you go eat your lunch; I'll go show this to your dad while you do," Cassy said; a feeling of sadness flooded her heart, knowing this time was coming to an end. She knew it would when she took on this role, yet was it wrong of her that she didn't want it to? She would never admit it, at least not to Cory. However, she did love seeing that cock of his swinging whenever she gave him a sponge bath.

"No blow jobs while you're out there; you might give the neighbors heart attacks," Cory said when Cassy neared the rear door. A wide joyous smile formed on his lips as he picked up his sandwich in his hand. Lightly drumming his four digits along the bread, he was so amused!

"The only one getting a blow job anytime soon is you when I get back," Cassy purred heatedly into his ear before exiting his house.

"What the..." Cory gasped when she quickly sat down beside him and grasped his manhood through his shorts.

"I told you what was going to happen, Cory," Cassy purred when he was about halfway done with his lunch. "I'm going to make this dragon erupt in this Pixie's mouth," she uttered in a wanton tone as her hand stroked him off once she had freed his dragon. Passionately kissing him tasting the mayo on his tongue as she felt his girth increasing. Smirking around his cock when she heard his groan once her lips slid down his pole. While she knew she was in the wrong for what they did in his room Tuesday, she just couldn't bring herself to say the words to him. Maybe she could make it up to him somehow? She thought on that as her eyes fluttered as she held the biggest cock she's ever sucked or fucked within her mouth. How she just loved it. She knew it was wrong and selfish of her; nevertheless, she did hope he didn't find a girlfriend anytime soon.

There was no way she was going to give up riding the dragon. While Jairo was a very good and experienced man in the sack, there was just nothing like Cory's beast. She's never been so sloppy wet in her entire life whenever she was done, either being poked by it or riding it. Her eyes went wide when Cory's hand kept her down on his cock when that hot seed of his shot forth into her mouth. Swallowing as quickly as she could so not to waste a drop of it given the volume he produced. "Maybe next time I tell you I want to fuck, you'll take the hint since your father didn't cum in me," Cassy whispered into his left ear before covering up his slick cock as she saw his father approaching. "Nor did I swallow his cum; that should tell you something, Cory," she quickly said before distancing herself from him. To make it believable that she hadn't just gotten done sucking Cory off at his family's kitchen table.

"I hear good news is in order," Jairo said the moment he walked into the house.

"I know, I can finally visit Rosy and her sisters again," Cory joked, holding up his right hand. Ignoring the look Cassy was giving him as he finished up his lunch, hearing his father's chuckle as he passed him, patting his right shoulder as he did.

"You should have said something if you were hard up," Cassy huffed low, crossing her arms below her 42C breasts, causing them to jiggle slightly because of it.

"And what? Give a Pixie ammunition? The horror you speak!" Cory gasped in feigned terror. Noting how a rose colored her cheeks when he said her nickname. He has noticed how it's been happening more often when he spoke her nickname.

"Let me see your hand, Cory," Cassy spoke, nodding to his right. She wanted him to feel the heat of her mound, the shape of it now that it was out of its splint. Also, she wanted to show, well, in this case, feel something she had just gotten done. It was kind of why she was in a foul mood for the past week, one: it hurt more than she thought it would, two: as much as she kept it clean, it still got a slight infection, yet she caught it in time before it could really take hold. Still, that meant until it cleared up, she was going without and with the amount she and Zoe had been going at it -- she was fucking horny! She wanted Zoe to be the first one to see it, to make her writhe in bliss because of it. Jairo never saw it, at least she didn't think he did, given he never went down on her like she did him. Not that he didn't offer, she just didn't want anyone to see her newest piercing. "Do you feel that, Cory?" Cassy cooed as the TV was going in the living room. Rocking her hips against his hand as she held it against her pussy.

"Yeah, what is it?" Cory asked when he felt something hard beneath her jeans.

"Maybe after I show Zoe, I'll let you have a peek at it. Wouldn't you like to see it?" Cassy asked, feeling her body trembling as the piercing stimulated her clit far more than she ever thought possible. Far more than the bar through her nipple did. Wondering just what delights she was in store for when she got Zoe between her legs. "Yes, Cory," Cassy whispered in a breathless pant as she tilted her head back as he teased her clit. "Please, don't stop, this Pixie needs to cum?!" she uttered, keeping her voice down.

"Told you I would tame you," Cory gloated with a coy smirk on his lips. Noting the fire in her deep, glacial blue eyes when he said that.

"You have not... oh fuck me," Cassy squealed low when Cory rubbed on her clit, wondering if he knew that was where her piercing was. Her thighs slammed shut, her hot nectar struck the seat of her pants with force as her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Holding onto the chair as she orgasmed like mad. Knowing what the woman said who pierced her clit hood was true as the ball of the piercing rolled against her clit. She didn't trust a man to do it, not that she was saying they couldn't, they were probably good at it, yet she didn't trust a man that she didn't know down there. Not with what went on in her childhood. Cory was one of the few men she trusted enough to touch her there without it leading to sex. "No, don't?!" Cassy warned, but it was too late before Cory pinched her nipple, sending a new wave of euphoria throughout her body. How she hated that smug smirk on his lips at that moment. "Cory, look at the mess you've made?! I didn't bring a change of underwear for tonight?!" she intoned, knowing it would be stupid of her to travel home, which was thirty minutes away, just to come right back in traffic to pick up Zoe and Dayana for the party, not knowing Cory was tagging along as Dayana's date.

"Oh," Cory uttered, tilting his head back and thought for a moment. "Come on," he said, getting up from his seat, leaving the last quarter of his sandwich behind. "Unless you want to go to the party in soiled underwear," Cory spoke, peering back at her, seeing her shocked eyes when he said that. "Yeah, I know about it, going to," he said, answering her unspoken question. "So, are you just going to sit there, or are you coming along?" Hoping she didn't read too much into it when he gave it to her when they got to his room.

"I know I put it in here," Cory muttered low to himself as he stood in the open door of his closet, noticing how Cassy was peering at him oddly. "Duh?!" Smacking himself in the forehead with his right hand, remembering how he had torn the wrapping off of the box in a fit of anger when he caught the girl he was interested in at the time going at it in the back seat of one of the senior's cars last year. He had gotten it for her as a Valentine's Day gift thinking they would take it further than what they were at the time. After that, when she came calling, he told her to get lost when he threw what he saw in her face and to not contact him again. Since then, he hasn't seen hide nor hair of her. Which, to his mind, was fine with him. "Here," Cory said, holding out the black box with Vivienne's Closet of Corsets in silver letters written on the lid of the box. Noting how Cassy's eyes grew wide at the company's name that he had bought them from. Knowing she and the girl he was interested in were about the same size, he hoped. "These should fit you."

"Cory?!" Cassy's eyes shot up to him, thinking he had bought them for her, thinking he was trying to get her to change her stance.

"Don't go thinking weird things; I bought these for someone else last year, well, it didn't work out with her, and I wasn't about to give these to her after I caught her cheating on me. I pretty much forgot about them until now; go on, they should fit you," Cory said, offering her the box once again. "The bra might not fit, but the panties will, I think," he uttered, his eyes dipped low to her bust.

"Oh," Cassy sighed, "sorry, it's just, this is a well-known women's company and..."

"I know, it's why I bought them for her, so do you want them or... should I just..." Arching an eyebrow when Cassy snatched the box from his hand.

"You kidding! Damn right I do!" Cassy uttered in a 'are you kidding me?!' kind of tone. "Oh. My. God. Cory, just what kind of relationship did you have?!" Her head snapped over to him as the white, floral lace pattern, T-string panties stared up at her when she set the box on Cory's bed.

"What?! It was soon to be Valentine's day then; I was thinking of getting laid," Cory answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

"And she cheated on you?!"

"Yeah, can we like not talk about her?" Cory asked, looking away. Huffing a little when Cassy wrapped him in a caring hug.

"I'm sorry, Cory, that must have hurt. Hug me, you goof?!" Cassy playfully slapped his back. "Well, sweet, it might be tight, but I think I can make the bra work," she exclaimed when she noted how it was only a cup size smaller.

"Can I at least see the finished product? It would be a shame not to, after the money I paid for those," Cory spoke, pointing to the box.

"Sure, but only looking," Cassy answered, wagging her finger at him. A smile lifted the corners of her lips at the eye roll it got out of him.

"Like I'd want to touch the killer of Smurfs, poor, poor, poor harmless little people, I'm going to miss their cookies," Cory sniffed at the loss of that peaceful village. Hearing the snort it got out of Cassy as she stripped off her shirt. He wouldn't deny that he couldn't look away when her breasts were freed from their imprisonment. Honestly, what man would look away from the sight before him? He had to admit the bra did look good on her, even if it was a snug fit on her chest.

"So, what do you think?" Cassy asked, displaying her body to him once the panties rested on her hips. Smirking when Cory gave his index finger a twirl, telling her to spin around. "Does it make my butt look weird?" she inquired, peering over her shoulder, noting how intently he was staring at it.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Zoe spoke, startling the both of them.

"Zoe?!" Cassy gasped when she spun around.

"Don't Zoe me, tell me what's going on?" Zoe said, stomping into Cory's room. "I come home early, and this is what..."

"Zoe, stop, just stop, it's not what you think," Cory said, feeling the burning wrath searing into his skin when his sister snapped her head over to him. "See, I'm not even naked," he stated, gesturing to his body.

"Then why are you buying my girl sexy underwear, huh?" Zoe growled, not seeing how Cassy's hand's shot towards her mouth and cupped it, nor how Cassy's eyes quivered either.

"I didn't," Cory said truthfully.

"Then where the hell did that come from?!" Zoe hissed, standing nose to nose with her brother while pointing at Cassy.

"I bought that set last year for someone else; it didn't work out, so I didn't see the need to give it to her. Pixie's underwear got soiled, so I thought I'd give those to her, not in the way you're thinking. Someone might as well wear them, sure isn't going to be me," Cory said, not backing down.

"This true?" Zoe's head snapped over to Cassy, who was nodding like mad. "And why didn't it work out, huh?"

"If you must know, I caught her fucking one of the jocks at school in the back of his car, happy?!" Cory said, his temper rising, batting off her hand when she brought it up to caress his face. Only to have his sister take hold of his wrist.

"What happened to your splint?" Zoe asked in a concerned tone.

"Doctor said I don't have to wear it anymore," Cory answered, seeing his sister looking over to Cassy, who was nodding it was true.

"That's..."

"So you're not even going to apologize?" Cory interrupted.

"You're right; I shouldn't have blown up like that at the two of you. But Cory?! Just look at it!" Both of her hands gestured at Cassy, "That's one sexy fucking set of lingerie you bought! Did you not think I wouldn't jump to conclusions?!"

"One: didn't expect you home till five. Two: I didn't think you'd just storm into my room thinking I'd be making a play at Cassy. I thought we've already established that this," pointing to Cassy and himself, "is as far as it would ever go. You might want to work on your jealousy. Three: I figured by now and then she would have told you, and you wouldn't be in here trying to bite my head off like a crazy person," Cory stated. "No witty retort?" he asked when his sister couldn't utter a word. "The panties do fit, right?"

"Perfectly, Cory," Cassy replied when he peered over at her. "Do you happen to remember what kind of style this was so I can go by a bra that fits after tonight?"

"Yeah, I think I still have the webpage saved on my favorite's list..." Looking down when Zoe hugged him, pinning his arms against him.

"I'm sorry, Cory, I really am, I know what it's like," Zoe said low so that only he would hear. "I'm sorry that you had to go through that all on your own." A smile gradually appeared on her face that was buried in his chest when she felt affection in the pat on her back.

"Shit happens, Zoe. Can I like, have my arms back now?"

"Right, sorry," Zoe muttered, quickly backing away. "Got to say, Cory, were you planning on getting laid?" she asked, running her eyes down Cassy's body, repeating the gesture that Cory had done, licking her lips when her eyes fell on Cassy's ass. Feeling her cheeks heat when she noted the look he was giving her from the corner of her right eye that said: 'Duh!'

"So what brand is that anyway?" Zoe asked Cassy as Cory booted up his computer.

"Vivienne's Closet of Corsets," Cassy answered with glee.

"No!" Zoe exhaled loudly.

"Ow!" Cory rolled away when his sister slapped him on the arm, rolling out of her reach. "What the hell was that for?!"

"For holding out on me?!"

"Huh?"

"This is one killer set of underwear; you could have given it to me?!" Zoe stated, staring her brother down with her hands on her hips.

"Like I was going to give you a sixty-dollar pair of underwear."

"Cory, they're known for their cheap prices but high quality, so for sixty bucks, it would have come with a teddy," Cassy said, still standing in the underwear.

"What's this about a teddy?" Dayana asked as if summoned by the Fates themselves. "What's going on in here?" Eyeing how Cassy was standing in her brother's room in a rather revealing pair of lingerie. Her eyes cut hard to her brother, wondering what he's been up to.

"Cory made me soil my underwear earlier, so he offered me this set he's had stored in his closet that was meant for someone else, but it didn't pan out, so he just forgot about it. Since no one's ever worn them, he asked to see what they would look like when someone is wearing them," Cassy said, gesturing to herself.

"And just what kind of underwear was he going to give to this person?" Dayana asked, knowing that set would look good on her. A little miffed that he didn't tell her about it.

"Vivienne's Closet of Corsets." Cassy noted how that rose Dayana's eyebrows.

"So that's what you meant by a teddy," Dayana supplied, seeing Zoe and Cassy nodding.

"Does everyone know about that?"

"Yes?!" Cory was a tad frightened at their combined answer. How was he to know that, he was a guy?! What would he know about a women's undergarment company? Tapping Cassy's thigh and pointing at the screen at the name of the style he had bought. He was going to ogle Cassy's mound when she bent over to dig her phone out of her pants pocket, only to have his face turned away as Zoe stared unabated at her woman's pussy. Arching an eyebrow when she noted something metallic.​