a story by CaughtOfLore
Chapter 1: MessSYNOPSIS: Young Hayden tries to blend in as “one of the girls” when his sister hosts a sleepover with a bunch of her friends from school. However, his perverted motives are not as well-hidden as he thinks, and he quickly discovers girls are just as curious to learn about the opposite sex, but apparently have the capacity to be far more devious about it.
Abigail Salzby just got hit in the face by a piece of cake, and she was having the time of her life.
It was evening now, and a food-fight was well underway. She was at a surprise birthday party that her friend of five years, Rina, had arranged for her. Rina had argued earlier that week with Abigail that she should have a party to celebrate turning fourteen, but Abigail, not one to be terribly into organising things, insisted that she would do something for her fifteenth instead. Sensing Abigail would not be budged on the matter, Rina secretly set about arranging a surprise party for the big day.
Rina, having just recently turned fifteen, had olive skin, dark green eyes and shoulder-length dark curly hair. She was an early bloomer, and had reached a stage in her physical development where she took pride in showing off the new curves of her body, with form-hugging outfits outside of school.
Abigail’s body on the other hand had only just began changing, and at this stage still more or less resembled that of a twelve-year-old. She was short for her age, and had naturally curly red hair, but would routinely straighten it as she felt it made her look at least a bit more mature. She also had pale skin and bright blue eyes, which somehow seemed to accentuate her childlike appearance.
Rina managed to keep the party completely unknown to Abigail right up until everyone shouted “surprise” as she walked into the kitchen to get a drink that afternoon. Rina had invited Abigail around to her place under the pretence of just having a fun afternoon together, but while she had kept Abigail busy out the back, her mother had been sneaking the rest of her friends into the house, as per the plan. Everyone had gotten onboard with it, even Rina’s twin brother Hayden, who was generally one to try and spoil his sister’s plans. Rina was worried Hayden would ruin the surprise when Abigail first arrived that afternoon, but it didn’t take her long to work out why he seemed to be so cooperative. It was a surprise slumber party, and there’s no way Hayden was going to try and sabotage his own opportunity to spend the evening with girls from his classes in their nightwear. He would be an absolute angel, in the hopes that the girls would see him as one of the group, and lower their inhibitions around him.
The other girls in attendance were Brylee, Teagan and Chantelle. Brylee had curly blonde hair and was known for wearing wildly mismatched outfits. Teagan was the more sporty, stronger girl of the group, and had straight blonde hair which she kept in a ponytail most of the time. Chantelle had frizzy brown hair which seemed to match very well her bubbly personality. All girls were in the same year level at school and were all already fourteen.
Amidst the girlish laughter and squealing, Abigail wiped the cake off her cheek and leaned in to scoop up a handful of artillery in the form of red jello. The food fight had already been going for several minutes, and Beverley, Rina’s mother, had actually been the one to start it with a pudding projectile. The idea of having dinner in the backyard was part of her forethought for this moment, and was happy the girls had jumped on board with it. Score one for the cool mom.
As Abigail threw a glob of jello and hit Teagan square in the back, she quickly ducked behind the table. She found herself face to face with Hayden and Brylee who were hiding from the flying food.
“Abigail! Come hide with us!” Hayden excitedly whispered.
“No way!” She laughed, and then standing back up, shouted to the others “Hey girls! Brylee and Hayden are hiding under here! Let’s get them!”
The others all turned and in a united frenzy, started in on the hiding pair. After a few moments, Hayden managed to turn the crosshairs on Abigail for ratting them out, and Abigail in turn felt the onslaught of desserts that her intended targets had only just gotten a taste of comparatively.
When the food fight finally died down and the topic of conversation turned to how messy everyone’s clothes had become, Beverley suggested it was probably time to start a queue for the shower, and in turn to get everyone into their pajamas. The original plan she had in mind was to have the girls take off their outer layers of clothing and put them in a hamper, and then to go back through the house to the shower in their underwear. Obviously not wanting to embarrass the girls in such a state of undress in front of Hayden, who she had anticipated would have locked himself in his room playing video games for the evening, she had to try and come up with a suitable workaround.
“Okay everybody,” Beverley addressed the group of kids, clapping her hands together to get their attention. “Here’s what we’re going to do. When it’s your turn, you’re going to strip to your underwear and put your clothes in this basket here. I’ll hold this towel up as a privacy curtain so that you can each strip off and make your way into the house in privacy. Go and have a quick shower, and then get into your pajamas. I’ve put all your overnight bags in the bathroom already. When you’re done, you can head upstairs to Rina’s room and shout out so I know to send the next one of you in.”
Abigail nervously cleared her throat at this point. “Uhm, Mrs Bradstone?” she asked tentatively, “I didn’t know about this party, so I don’t have an overnight bag or anything to change into.”
Hayden reactively sat bolt upright at this revelation, and then nervously looked around hoping nobody had noticed the far-from-subtle action.
“Don’t worry,” Beverley reassured, “Your mother was in on the surprise party idea and gave me your overnight bag and sleeping bag when she dropped you off. Although Hayden, I wasn’t anticipating you being a part of this, so I haven’t got anything for you in the bathroom.”
All eyes turned to Hayden. He tried to act as casually about it as he could - he felt that he was so far doing a great job of ingratiating himself into the group of girls, and wanted to make sure they continued to not view him as any different to them. He smiled.
“That’s okay, mom!” He laughed, “We’re all pretty comfortable around each other, so I’m okay to make my way from the bathroom to my bedroom just wrapped in a towel.”
“Great!” His mother said, “Well you may as well go first”.
Hayden stood up and as his mother held up the makeshift privacy curtain, he stepped behind it, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Woo!” Teagan shouted enthusiastically, “Take it off, stripper-boy!”
Everyone laughed, including Hayden, who playing along twirled the shirt around above his head before throwing it into the hamper. He continued his stripper performance behind the towel with his pants, resulting in more laughs and catcalls from the group of girls. He really hoped this act of openness with the girls would be returned to him later in the evening.
Mrs Bradstone continued to hold the towel between her son and the girls until he had disappeared into the house.
As he dried himself after a quick shower, Hayden’s attention was diverted to the row of overnight bags in the corner of the bathroom. These bags would each contain a pair of underwear belonging to each of the girls outside. These girls from his class, each of which he had fantasised about at least once. A pair of their actual panties that they wear against their actual privates.
Gently, Hayden unzipped the first bag. He knew who owned this one as he had seen her arrive with it. Chantelle Tasmins. Careful as to not disturb its contents too much, he explored the bag, and pulled out a pair of pale aqua colored panties. He unfolded them, turned them this way and that, and ran his fingers around the slightly frilly openings. His exploring was quite delicate, as though these were an extremely precious and fragile artefact.
After momentarily hesitating about what he was about to do, Hayden brought the panties up below his nose and tentatively smelled them. He breathed in what he interpreted as a mysterious essence of femininity, but was in fact simply the slight aroma of fabric softener. Regardless of what it was, it excited him.
He suddenly heard his mother yelling from the backyard, asking if he was done yet.
“Just about to head upstairs! Just a second!” he shouted back, quickly stuffing Chantelle’s panties back into her bag and wrapping the towel around himself. Damn, he thought to himself. Why had he not been quicker in order to go through all the girls’ bags? Why especially had he not first gone through Brylee’s bag? Brylee was the one who most piqued his sexual interests. He wanted to know what kind of underwear she wore under those wild, mismatched outfits.
Never mind that, he had to go now. As he went to open the bathroom door and make a run for upstairs, he looked down and noticed that his state of arousal caused by the exploration of Chantelle’s underwear was not exactly well-hidden. He bunched up the towel in front to better disguise the tenting and opened the door of the bathroom, running down the hall and upstairs.
Hayden hid in the darkness at the top of the staircase, looking down the stairwell where he still had a view of the bathroom entrance. He yelled to his mother “I’m in my room now, Mom!”
“Okay dear, thanks!” Came her reply.
He waited. He crouched in the darkness, staring down the stairs, down the hallway where he would soon see one of the girls in their underwear. He would obviously need to actually go to his room after this, as that girl would then be coming up the stairs to his sister’s room following their shower. But he would at least get to see one of them.
After what seemed like an eternity, the sound of footsteps running through the house began.
He watched. He waited.
The figure came into view. It was his sister.
Damn it!
As soon as she had disappeared into the bathroom, Hayden cursed to himself, got up, and walked back to his room, feeling like his sister had deliberately ruined his plan.
Hayden turned his mind to his attire for the evening. Obviously, he wanted to continue with his plan of making the girls feel at ease around him. If he showed himself carefree in showing some skin, surely they would as well, right? It was summer anyway, and after fishing through Chantelle’s bag, he knew at least she was wearing a nightshirt, panties and silk boxer shorts, so he decided just wearing boxer shorts himself wouldn’t seem like he was being ridiculously over-revealing. Then again, if he were to pop a boner again, he wouldn’t have such an easy time disguising it as he did with the towel.
To hell with it, he thought. If he started to feel like he was getting excited, he would find an excuse to leave the room. He set about finding the perfect boxers and finally decided on some black silk boxers that featured the cover art of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side Of The Moon album. He had never even heard the album, but figured the sciencey looking image made him seem more mature and intelligent.
He adjusted the waistband so that just a few wisps of his pubic hairs were peeking out the top, and had only just settled on the perfectly alluring amount when he heard his sister shout “Okay, I’m upstairs now mom!” from the top of the stairs.
After the next girl finished, Hayden heard them run upstairs and shakily call for the next girl to come in. It was the voice of Chantelle. He could then hear some murmuring from his sister’s room across the hall, but couldn’t make it out.
Suddenly his door swung open. His sister Rina was standing in the doorway wearing her usual evening attire of mint undershirt and checkered cotton boxers. She closed the door behind her and did not look happy.
“Hayden,” she said, quietly but firmly, “Did you go through Chantelle’s overnight bag when you were in the bathroom?”
“What? No!” Hayden replied, trying to seem equal parts offended and confused, and zero parts guilty. “I’ve been perfectly nice to everyone all night!”
Rina walked right up to the boy. “Only you and I had gone into the bathroom before Chantelle, and when she went to get her overnight bag it was already open, and someone had dripped water all over it and messed up the contents. And it sure as hell wasn’t me who did it, Hayden!”
Hayden was trapped. He didn’t know what to say.
Still keeping her voice quiet, Rina continued, “Chantelle was mortified when she came upstairs and told me. If it wasn’t for my quick thinking she would have been in tears and not able to face you or anyone for the rest of the night!”
“What do you mean? What did you do?” Hayden asked, now dropping the act of denial as there was no way it was working.
“I told her,” she continued “That it was me.”
“What?”
“To prevent her from being utterly humiliated, I covered your sloppy tracks by telling her it was me that went through her bag. I told her that I have a similar bag and thought that as a joke, mom had packed me one too, and when I pulled out her PANTIES and realised they weren’t mine, I stuffed them back in and STUPIDLY left the bag WIDE OPEN like a MORON.”
Hayden just stood there for a moment, before whispering back “Thank you. Thank you so much, Rina.”
Rina resumed her intense whispering, bringing her face right up to her brother’s. “Listen, creep. The only reason I’ve covered for you is that Chantelle would be embarrassed beyond repair if she knew you’d gone through her stuff. I will not be covering your tracks again, and I expect you to cooperate and do as I say for the rest of the evening, or I’ll be letting mom know what you did.”
Hayden swallowed hard and nodded. This was absolutely more than fair.
“Now,” Rina continued, “as far as Chantelle is concerned, I’ve come across the hall to ask my well behaved brother if he wants to join us for a game of Hungry Hungry Hippos - her idea, not mine, so I think she bought my explanation. I’m guessing she feels guilty for blaming you, hence the invitation. At this point, it would be wise for you to appease her guilty conscience and say yes.”