The Evidence Or Truth, Was Going To Seep Through, One Way Or Another:
I remember when we had our house broken into yesterday evening while we were all out @ a social function. The detectives arrived the very next morning, to take photo’s of the damage where the burglars had broken into the house. They did a thorough job of noting what had been taken and then told us, that they would also dust the house for fingerprints.
They said that to eliminate any possible chance that our fingerprints might be mixed up with the burglars, that our fingerprints would be needed to be taken, as ours would be left on items all of the place since we lived here.
One of the detectives then took me aside and led me back to my bedroom. While there, he first took hold of my fingers and proceeded to cover my fingertips in a dark ink, then rolled each fingertip onto a piece of absorbent paper.
After that, he told me to slip out of my robe I had on, as he wanted to give it a brush, to see if the burglars may have left any DNA behind. He then told me to kneel down on my bed and when I did, I then felt the very fine bristles of a brush being slowly brushed over the back of my semi bare ass cheeks.
While he was doing this, he asked me some questions as to where I was @ the time of the break in and if I had noticed anything @ all suspicious, in terms of any people that I may have seen in the neighbourhood acting suspiciously.
While I was explaining my whereabouts, I started to feel the very fine bristles starting to get ever closer to the crotch of my Sloggi branded white cotton panties. The way that the detective was ever so gently brushing on the fine powder which was meant to show up any possible fingerprints, was now starting to make me tingle in between my legs.
It wasn’t long, before he then started to brush those very fine soft bristles right over the curve of my pussey mound and I’m not sure why I really did it, but I found myself starting to lean back on my legs, so that my ass cheeks were pushed out behind me, until I felt the crotch of my Sloggi branded white cotton panties starting to bite in either side of my pusseylips.
Now the detective was making long slow brushstrokes with the brush, up and down the length of my cotton covered pussey mound. I started to get that familiar feeling I would get, when in my bed @ night and I had my fingers slipped in under my panties, as I slowly rubbed myself to sleep. I knew it wouldn’t be long, before I would feel the dampness in the crotch of my white cotton panties and wondered how long it would be before the detective was able to see the clear signs of my sticky wet pussey cum starting to seep through my panties crotch.
“We maybe in luck. I think I might have a possible print that I can up lift.”, I heard him say behind me. Now he was swirling the very fine soft bristles right over where my clit was and I had to place my hand over my mouth to stop myself from gasping out aloud. My clit now felt like it was on fire and the tingling was slowly spreading out across my entire body, as he then told me to keep completely still. Well his command was now easier said that done, as my pussey muscles were contorting and spasming under the white stitched cotton.
“Tell me. When did you put on these pair of panties Miss.”, the detective asked.
“Why do you need to know that.”, I replied back through between my parted legs.
“The reason is Miss, that quite often, we find that when burglars break into a house, that one of the places that they like to check out first, is a woman’s pantie draw. We have caught many a burglar red handed so to speak, because they have taken off their protective gloves, then left their fingerprints and or DNA on on a pair or pairs of panties that they picked up out of a draw.”, the detective replied back to me.
I then told the detective, that I had only just put this pair of cotton panties on this morning, only moments in fact before they had arrived, as I had only just gotten out of bed before they had knocked on the front door.
Now I could feel my sticky wet pussey cum starting to seep out from between my bare, shaved pusseylips. I wanted to bury my head into the soft pillow below me, so that I might be able to scream out without the detective hearing me. I looked back through my parted legs and could easily see the swelled bump of my hardened clit now protruding up through the white cotton, as he continued to swirl the soft brush bristles right over.
“Right now, keep still as I place the transfer paper over the dusted fingerprint I’ve just found.”, the detective said.
I then felt his fingers pressing the paper over the spot where my swelled clit was, then rubbing back along the length of my pussey slit. The pressure being applied now was too much and I had to bite hold of my hand, to stop myself from letting out a long loud moan. As I started to cum, I was sure that because the detectives fingers were pressing so hard up against my cotton covered pussey mound, that he would surly feel my pussey muscles squirming and grinding beneath his rubbing fingertips.
Usually whenever I would cum, I would start to spasm so hard, that I’d often start bucking my hips, as if I were mounted atop of a big hard cock and I was riding it like a wild stallion. Now it took every fiber of my entire body, to stop myself from shaking or making any moment which might alert the detective that I was in fact cumming under his fingertips.
As I continued to cum, the detective finally removed the piece of transfer paper from my now damp cotton crotch.
As I tried to regain my breath and composure for that matter, I then heard the detective say behind me, “Mmmmmmmmmmm, that’s strange, that can’t be right. Are you completely sure Miss, that you have only worn these panties since this morning?”
“Yes that’s correct. Why, is there a problem?”, I said in reply.
“Well I have just up lifted this print, but from my early judgement, is that its your step-fathers fingerprint that I have just found. That is, going by the fingerprints that we just took from him moments ago. It looks to be a perfect match”
The detectives words were like gun shots to my ears, how could this be, I now found myself asking myself silently inside of my head.
As I tried to make sense of it all, the detective then spoke again and said, “Well there is only one thing for it. I’ll have to ask you to remove those panties, so that they can be sent to our forensic’s lab for further analysis.”
My head was spinning, as I got back up off from my bed and it wasn’t from the unexpected cum that I had just had. I tucked my fingers in under the elastic waistband of my Sloggi branded white cotton panties, then slid them down my thighs. Once I had stepped out of them, the detective held out a clear plastic bag that was opened @ the top.
Carefully, I placed my white cotton panties into the plastic bag and as I did, I could now see the damp, wet line of my sticky wet pussey cum which had seeped out and soaked through the cotton crotch. The detective then sealed the bag and with a marker pen, wrote evidence item “A, Sloggi white cotton panties”
When the detective had finally left, I then reached into my pantie draw and slipped on another pair of panties over my bare, shaved pusseylips. All the while though, I was starting to wonder, just who’s DNA that the lab might find on my white cotton panties.
As it was looking highly likely, that my step-father just might be a burglar to, but the pantie kind.