It was Christmas 1998 when it happened. I was home from college for winter break and went to visit my cousin on the other side of the city. We were about the same age and had spent a lot of time together growing up, but that changed when we both went away to college.
We told his mom and his step-dad, Leo, that we were going out for a few beers, which was partly true. We didn’t mention that we were going to a strip club to get them. On the drive back to his place I was buzzed and horny as hell. When we got back, my aunt handed me some bedding and a pillow and told me to make up the sofa bed in the basement.
I’d been in their house a thousand times growing up. I’d slept in the basement alone on several occasions. I’d never paid attention to the laundry room, but I’d gotten two lap dances earlier and hadn’t had actual sex in months. I went in hoping to find a towel or rag that wouldn’t be missed. Instead I saw a neat stack of silky panties.