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Chapter Two: Unmentionables

Three days later found Casey in the "unmentionable" (a word she heard her grandmother use and it stuck) section of the department store in the mall. Her first step in the plan to take control of her life and experience it in a different way was to purchase new undergarments. She had always gone for the practical – white cotton. No one was going to see them but her, so why bother? Now, she wanted something different. Casey perused the aisles, fingering the lace and spandex. 'What kind, what kind?' she thought. After 15 minutes of this, she mentally said 'screw it', grabbed five bras and headed for the dressing room.

After tearing off her shirt and shucking her bra, Casey stood for a moment and looked at herself in the mirror, turning right, then left. She had a decent body, she supposed. It helped that she grew up dancing. It gave her strong, lean legs and a firm backside. Her stomach was flat and her hips trim. She palmed her breasts. They were not too small, not too big and they sat high on her chest. She used to catch Sam looking at her chest all the time. He would blush and start stammering when he realized that Casey had figured out what he was doing. At first she was horrified. How could such a "nice" guy be checking out her chest? Wasn't he deeper than that? After awhile, she would just laugh and lightly hit Sam on the shoulder. A girl should be flattered that her boyfriend finds her attractive, right?

After trying on the "unmentionables", Casey settled on two black lacy push-up bras, a red spandex number, a sheer pink strapless and a deep blue halter bra. She also picked up some matching boy-short panties, not even considering thongs, since they just seemed like butt floss to her.

Smiling, Casey made her way to the checkout. Her plan was coming along nicely. This morning, she had awoke with a new excitement, knowing that she was determining the course of her life – a little dramatic, she knew – but she was a teenager, what do you expect? She had gone into her closet and taken out her hidden stash of allowance that she had been saving (she kept a small amount of her allowance in another "hiding" spot that she knew Derek would raid) and now here she was. She was passing a store when she glimpsed a skirt out of the corner of her eye. She took a detour and headed in.

Hours later, she labored through the front door of her house carrying multiple bags. Her feet were killing her and her back hurt, but Casey felt great. Like she had accomplished something. She couldn't wait . . . for what, she wasn't sure yet.

Casey plopped down the bags and kicked off her shoes. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and glimpsed Edwin and a girl she had never seen before on the couch. Edwin's hand was tangled in the girl's shirt and he was struggling to get it out. The girl's hair was mussed and she looked flustered and embarrassed.

"Uh, hey, Case. What's up?" Edwin said, finally freeing his hand. He rubbed his palms on his legs, his eyes nervously touching Casey's.

"Nothing, just getting home from the mall. I'm sorry, did I interrupt something?" Casey asked, a smirk forming.

"What? Oh, no, Marie was just leaving, right? Oh, yeah, Marie, Casey, Casey, Marie." Edwin hastily made the introductions, his hand waving between the two of them.

"Nice to meet you, Marie," Casey half-waved.

"You too" Marie softly said, smoothing her shirt with her hands. "Well, I'm gonna take off now Edwin," Marie said, rising from the couch, "will you walk me out?"

"Uh, sure. Let's go." Edwin said, following her out.

Casey smiled and shook her head. She couldn't get over how fast Edwin and Lizzie were growing up. She almost couldn't look at Edwin as a boy anymore, not with his body filling out the way it was . . .

She felt her stomach do a flip and mentally shook herself. 'Enough!' she thought to herself and headed to the kitchen.

She was digging through the pantry for something to eat when she heard the front door close. Edwin appeared shortly after, stopping when he spied Casey. "Uh, hey" he said, scratching the back of his neck self-consciously.

Casey straightened up and faced him. "Edwin, there's no need to be embarrassed. I would just be careful if I were you, making out in the living room. I mean, anyone could walk in on you, right? You're lucky it was just me and not George or Nora." She snickered.

Edwin laughed uncomfortably and headed to the sink. He grabbed a glass and poured some water into it, then proceeded to gulp it down noisily. Some water dribbled down his chin and ran down his neck. Casey's eyes followed the trail, her skin tingling in a weird way. She gulped and turned away. What was wrong with her?

She grabbed a bag of rice cakes and a bottle of water. Padding back into the living room, she flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. Then it hit her: where was everyone? "Hey Ed!"

"Yeah?" His voice nearing as he entered.

"Where is everyone?" Casey said, crunching into a caramel-flavored rice cake.

"Dad, Nora, Marti and Lizzie went to dinner and Derek is working." He said, flopping next to her.

"How come you didn't go with them?" Casey asked, flipping through the channels.

"I had practice earlier, so I told them to go ahead. It was some fancy-schmancy deal with dad's boss, so I didn't want to hold them up."

"Got it," Casey said between crunches.

Edwin glanced at her. "How can you eat that crap? It's like eating air, or better yet, Styrofoam." He laughed at his own cleverness.

"I eat it because it's healthier than munching on chips or something greasy that would clog my arteries. Plus, it doesn't taste like Styrofoam, it's good!" She nudged him playfully with her shoulder.

"Whatever, I don't buy it." Edwin retorted, nudging back. "So, what did you buy at the store? Anything interesting?" Edwin hopped up and grabbed the bags. "Let's see here . . ." he stuck his hand in and started rustling around.

"Edwin! Stop! It's none of your business what I bought! Give it!" Casey jumped up and started for the bags.

Laughing hysterically, Edwin started running for the kitchen, bags in hand. Casey chased after him, also laughing. Together, they ran around the island, stopping to stare at each other, trying to figure out which way the other was going to go. Both were panting slightly.

Casey spoke. "OK, Edwin, I give up. I don't want to play anymore. Go ahead and look, but you'll be sorry."

"I'll be sorry, huh? Now I'm even more curious." Edwin reached inside and pulled out the first item his hand touched – the pink sheer strapless bra. His eyes widened and his face flushed red. He dropped the bra back in the bag like it was a hot potato. "Oh shit," Edwin was stuttering and he looked like he was starting to hyperventilate. "I'm really sorry, Casey. I should have . . ."

Rolling her eyes, Casey moved forward to take the bags. "You know, for someone who had their hand up a girl's shirt not too long ago, you sure are nervous touching a bra that no one's even wearing." She leaned close and whispered in his ear. "That's disappointing." She stood to his side for a moment, watching him, his eyes closed and breathing fast through his slightly open mouth. She allowed her eyes to skim down his body and saw something that made her skin tingle, stomach flip and a heat flood in between her legs . . . Edwin had a hard-on.

She smiled and went upstairs.

Casey entered her room and shut the door, leaning against it heavily. Oh my God! What the fuck did she think she was doing?

She blew air out of her mouth and went to unpack her purchases. She pulled out a short black silk skirt, a white halter top, and black heels, putting them away carefully. She also unpacked the make-up she had bought, nothing too radical, but she did want to update her supply. She pulled out a few more items, put them away, then lay on her bed. A slow smile spread across Casey's face. What had happened downstairs with Edwin was an example of her taking control of her life. She laughed out loud. She felt giddy, powerful, even. She sighed and the hand that was on her stomach slowly slid down. She unbuttoned the shorts she was wearing and slipped her hand inside her plain Jane panties, moving through the springy hair and finding the bundle of nerves. Casey closed her eyes and her hand started moving of its own accord, rubbing in small circles. She moved her fingers a bit lower and felt the wetness that had pooled there. Her breathing increased as did her hand movement and a few minutes later she came thinking of things that she had no right to think about.

Upstairs, Edwin was in his room jacking off as he thought about Marie, bras, and Casey, and not necessarily in that order, either.

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