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Chapter 1 -- Jean's panties Holding up the soiled panties I'd lifted from the wash hamper and with an exaggerated voice of wonder, I asked, "What're these?" My sister, Jean--older by two years--blushed and shot back, "You jerk! What do you think they are? Give me my panties.right now, Billy!" Jean and I had always been close and shared most things, but the conservative atmosphere that surrounded things sexual in our home had placed a "forbidden" charge on things like underwear.and bathrooms.

a company for casual sex cunnilingus and doggystyle.. and (gasp), private parts. Added to the mixed messages we'd received, was the clear awareness of our parents' sexuality, for, when my father returned from a long sea trip, they'd always "get it on." Ostensibly, their sexuality was not in the open, but in fact, they were careless and we were aware of both of them as sexually active people.

But we never spoke of it. That heightened awareness was to add spice to our own little games. Holding up the white cotton panties to the light, I examined the crotch in an affected fashion and said, "Hmmmm, what's this white stuff?" "BILLY! Stop that this minute, you little rat.

God! You're dirty." I loved her discomfort and as her kid brother, I loved this fleeting moment of power. Sensing I was on a roll, I held the panties up to my nose and made a loud sniffing sound and added, "Boy, this smells sexy." Would this stratagem work? I was dragging out of the closet a specific point of sexual tension that had been building between us for a long time.

It started for me, I think, when we were wrestling and I had become aware of the distinctive "girl smell" Jean had, seemingly coming from her bottom.

I'd wrestled in earnest but as usual, I was distracted. Everywhere I touched, it seemed, was soft or feminine. She, on the other hand, wasn't distracted. She'd finally whipped me with a scissor-lock.

I was trapped with my head between her thighs, looking up into the tight crotch of her shorts. "Give? Give?" she chanted. "Never! Not on your life," I insisted. Give up? Heck, I wanted some more time so close to her secret girl spot.

Reaching around her bare thigh, I tried to insert my hands between her legs near the stretched bottom of her white shorts. I'd already made out that all she had on were short shorts and panties glimpsed under a too-large, baggy sweat shirt.

Making a tickling sound as I touched the inside of her thigh, I got her laughing a moment, relaxing her strong leg muscles. I lunged-- not back and away-- rather, I pushed my head in and higher up, bringing my nose right up to her bottom. "Now I really gotcha," she chortled. "Give?" Got me? I smiled to myself. Who's got whom here? "Never!" I mumbled from the confines of her sweaty crotch, inhaling her smell, the sexy, girl aroma.

Smelling her panties that I'd snitched from the soiled clothes hamper was always a turn-on, but smelling her this closely, in real-time, was almost overpowering.

I forgot to struggle and gave myself over to the erotic moment. Seeing the leg of her panties under her shorts, a few light brown hairs sticking out, I wondered, has she any idea what I'm seeing? Jean suspected something was going on. "What are you *doing*, you little shit?" And then she shrieked as I began to run my finger tips under the pant leg, touching her panty crotch, all in the guise of tickling. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," I lied, trying to make my mind work on two separate levels.

Pretend we're wrestling, but bury my nose in her crotch. I was desperate to smell her, to touch her, to see her sex and I didn't really know how to go about it.other than this game. Still shrieking with laughter and repeating, "No.no.no. . ," she was trying to keep me pinned and get away from my tickling at the same time.

"Oh, God, don't. I'll wet myself. Stop. Please stop." Wet herself? What did she mean? It was then that I became aware of another smell, the unmistakable faint scent of pee.

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Craning my head back, I attempted to look at the white crotch right in front of my face and could see a wet place as big as a plum. Then, before I could see anymore, she quickly disengaged and ran from the room, slamming the bathroom door behind her. As I'd often done in the past when I knew we were alone, I'd listen at the thin bathroom door. Once again I heard the familiar hissing of her pee hitting the porcelain bowl. Other times she'd make a louder noise when her squirting pee splashed in the water and I couldn't figure out why it changed from time to time.

Did she sit differently? Could she really aim it? I didn't hear the noisy toilet paper roll as I anticipated. Rather, it was quiet. Straining, I imagined I could hear her breathing, but it may have been me.

After several minutes of silence, I then heard her pull on the toilet paper, a long pull followed by another short silence. The bathroom door knob rattled, surprising me, for she'd not flushed the john.

She *always* flushed -- that was my signal to get out of there. Oh, shit! I'm caught, Mature on heels fucking two big peckers, my heart suddenly in my throat. Yet, she'd paused just a moment, allowing me to scamper away.

Then the door opened with a bang and Jean, walking out of the bathroom, stepped over me. I could see the half moons of her ass cheeks as she stepped over my upturned face. She simply dismissed me with a casual, "Jerk!" As she rounded the corner and passed from sight, I jumped up and went into the bathroom. The lid was up on the john and when I looked in I was thrilled to see pale yellow water and a folded-up wad of toilet tissue. There it is, I thought. There's her pee! I stood looking at it, thinking about how it got there and I just couldn't not jack off.

I was too primed, I was ready to explode with sexual tension. It must have taken about ten seconds of frantically stroking bombshell katt garcia gets bent over by masseur teen-aged hard-on for me to squirt my jism into the yellow toilet water.

That's it. I was hooked. My sister had me by the balls on a downhill drag and she didn't even know it. Jean's panties and Jean's peeing, at that moment, became firmly linked in my mind with an immense sexual charge. Later, I tried to talk with her about our wrestling but I wasn't surprised when she just wouldn't talk about it at all. Still, we both knew something had changed and a new tension, a sexual charge, had been established.

For me, I became obsessed with trying to see Jean naked, or up her dress or under a pantleg. If that's all you think about and you live in such closeness with another person, the rewards are frequent.

Yet, looking was one thing, but not enough.

I wanted to up the ante. I wanted so much to smell her again and more, I wanted to talk with her about it! I just wanted to talk dirty.

And heaven knows, I wanted to watch her pee. She rarely got to go to the john without me being aware of it and listening at the door. The sound of her peeing was an aphrodisiac for me --instant woody! Even the muffled sound of her soft farts gave me a thrill. I came to know her micturition habits born of the certainty of long experience. For me, a ritual was established. After school, Jean would always change her clothes including her underwear, leaving the soiled garments in the bathroom hamper.

As soon as she'd come out, I'd go in, lock the door, and fish out her panties. Then, with my own pants down around my ankles and sitting on the toilet, I sniffed her panties as I played with myself.

It had been years since I'd caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, but my active imagination played that tape over and aarron and adam free gay hardcore porn gay porno, seeing the pussy hair and her little-girl slit slowly open, the lips swelling and moist. With my nose close to the odor of her "private place," I smelled the heady scent of her sex.

I beat off every day, often twice, trying to think of a way that I could get Jean to play with me. She'd become increasingly aware of my voyeuristic play over the weeks and pretended indignation when I tried to look up her dress, but I sensed her stance was more pro forma than real.

Else why did she sit so carelessly when I was around? Why did she bend over in front of me so often the tight crotch of her shorts pulled up into the crack of her ass and then ask me some nonsense question that I might look her way?

She sure didn't act that way when mom was around. Still, I knew her "rules"-- the rules of our household-- don't talk about it. We could play the game and pretend we weren't doing anything, but we couldn't openly acknowledge it.

She might sit carelessly, reading a book, and I might sit on the floor in front of her, surreptitiously watching the junction of her thighs and catching a peek of her panties.but I couldn't openly let her know I was doing this. That angered her -- me drawing attention to my interest in looking up her dress. It was part of this teenaged seduction, part of our forbidden incestuous play.pretend it isn't really happening. Much later, Jean was to tell me that she knew exactly what she was doing and what I was doing.

She was very aware, very excited and more, thrilled and scared at the same time. She wanted to escalate the game herself, but it just had to be in a way she could square with her hypertrophied sense of morality.it just isn't so if you don't admit it. So, if we couldn't openly own up to our kinks, we could beat around the bush (as it were) and teasingly approach our horniness.

At that time, I didn't know that Jean wanted to play as much as I did. I thought the burden of seduction, of guile, was mostly upon me. And, functionally, most of it was. Like so many boys, I thought I was the only one who was this sick. I was the only one who hung around the bathroom door or sniffed their sister's underwear and then had wet dreams about it. Cripes! Clearly, I needed a plan. I just couldn't wait around forever.

I suppose I had the typical teenager's impaired tolerance for delayed gratification. I needed something more direct, less subtle. something to address the topic in a frontal fashion, yet maintain the mama japonesa borracha y follada por hijo. Her underpants were the key to this, I thought. She knew, I suspected, that I played with them in the bathroom, but the secrecy of my masturbation habits didn't allow the eye-to-eye confrontation I wanted.

Time to crank up the intimacy rheostat. I'll somehow use her panties as a tool of seduction. Think about it for a moment. Panties. They've *always* carried a charge. girls giggle brother sister and girlfriend threesome them and boys have an unflagging interest in them. They're secret. They're naughty. And they're sexy as all get out.

They're worn right next to "that place." They get "dirty" with. . you know, those things kids don't talk about easily.pee. pussy juice.skid marks.

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My sister Jean *knew * of my horny fascination with her undergarments, both on her as well as in the dirty-clothes hamper, so they'd be a natural, I reasoned.

Further, it wouldn't be too far out -- not like just out-and-out grabbing her as I'd really like -- and I could retreat if she was really offended. (I was limited in the cojones department as a kid, that's clear.) Thus, my need for an oblique scheme. Now, back to the soiled panties: Spreading the crotch of her white cotton underpants over the palm of my left hand and examining them obliquely to the light, I asked, "Is this a spot of pee I see?

Did you pee in your panties, Jean? Did you have a little accident, big sister? Did you." Whop! Something hit me in the face. She'd thrown the first thing that fell to her hand, thrown and hit me right in the face, with -- you guessed it -- another pair of her panties! Pulling them from my face as I staggered back in a theatrical fashion, I looked at them. These were pink rayon with lace around the top and the legs. "Oh, titillating and untamed riding hardcore big dick you want me to do a crotch check on these as well?" She went ballistic.

"You rat. You stinking, little rat. You're sick. You're a twisted little shit of a brother and I wish you'd fall into the toilet and be washed out to the dump and I'd never see you again and I'd hot attractive babe takes hard cock in throat your room and I wouldn't have to wait forever for the bathroom while you." Red-faced and sputtering, she leaned across the folding table to grab her panties from me.

Her shirt front fell away. As part of her Saturday, stay-at-home, no-one-will-see-me uniform, she was wearing one of my old, baggy and stretched, sweat shirts. Perhaps because we were doing the wash, and it was a Saturday when no one was around, she'd not worn a bra. I could see her tits! Down the gaping front of that sweat shirt, I could see all of her tits and her front, right down to her belly button. Her breasts were medium-sized and her nipples were large and erect.

I can see them in my mind's eye yet today. Bending over the table, her arm outstretched, blushing and angry, her white breasts swayed. At that moment, they weren't the breasts of a young, teenaged girl; they were the breasts of a sexual woman and I wanted to touch them! There was silence. I don't know how long it lasted.seemed like long minutes. Jean, looking into my eyes, angry, hurt, confused and yes, aroused.

I'm holding her panties and looking down her shirt, mesmerized by her breasts, by her nipples. I stared. I stared and didn't say anything. I was acutely aware of my cock.

It was hard. Hard and pressing into the edge of the table, bent in my pants and hurting a little. Unbidden, my hips pushed into the table harder, pushing my hard-on sideways, the tip of my dick suddenly springing up toward my belt.

Now I was unconsciously dry humping the damn table, holding Jean's panties and staring at her tits. Nothing subtle here. I was trying to fuck the damn changing table and couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop. Following my eyes, Jean looked down and saw her own breasts, fully exposed. With a sudden inrush of breath, she slapped her hand over her shirt, closing the top. At the same moment, I extended my hand to her with her panties, as if to give them up.

Falling for that, she reached for them, pulling her hand away and the shirt fell open again. And again, I could plainly see her bare boobs with their very prominent, eraser nipples. Still grinding my cock against the hard table edge and watching her breasts sway as she stretched farther to get her panties, I pulled back a little, just out of her reach.

And again, time was frozen. Her breasts, now pink in the wave of her blooming embarrassment, were there in front of me, one slightly flattened against the table by her chest as she leaned across, the other swaying free, the nipple prominently erect.

I humped still and she looked. Just looked and looked. The only sound was our breathing. Both of us, I think, were mesmerized by the erotic charge of what was happening, and we didn't even really know *what* was happening.

My world narrowed. Through slitted eyes I could see only her breast.

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As down a tunnel, her voice came to me in a hoarse whisper, "Billy, you're doin' it, aren't you.you're doin' it and you're gonna come, huh?" I heard her but I didn't. It was too late.

I was gone and it never occurred to me to even attempt to slow this runaway avalanche of feeling. It began somewhere deep inside, gathering force and rumbled up and a core of heat poured out my cock in near-painful pulses, once, twice, a third and then a fourth spurt. I came, spurting jet after jet inside my Jockeys and the jism pooled and ran back down the shaft of my cock, the warmth of my come bathing my dick down to the root.

The roaring in my ears quieted. Dimly I heard the hum of the refrigerator and then a car passing on the street. Then my own breath, gasping. Opening my eyes I saw Jean. She hadn't moved.

Her eyes were wide open in astonishment, her mouth slack. I could see her tongue behind her lower teeth and still, her nipple, now almost purple against the white background of her belly.

Caught in stunning gianna has her huge tatas creamed cumshots and big tits terrible intensity of this unplanned erotic high, we stood watching each other for a long minute. Embarrassment began to flood my feelings. What had I done? How had this happened? I never planned this. What would Jean think? Worse, what would she tell mom and Dad, or her girl friends? Suddenly, I was no longer horny. I was scared shitless!

I looked away and then, as if it had broken a spell, Jean spun away, muttering, "Ho-ly shit!" I stood there alone with her panties in my hand, still pressed up against the table, my cock wilting. Was I in for it? My mind raced. Well I might be 'in for it,' but what's done is done, I reasoned. I'm not going to turn back now. It'd be hard to make it much worse and she just *might* be turned on too, I reasoned.

Gaining some shred of self confidence, I decided to press any advantage I might have. For some obscure reason, I decided that it was unlikely she'd tell on me. For one, she'd be too embarrassed. And for two, I thought she just might be a little excited herself. Knowing she'd want to be "offended" for a little while, I gave her space and just smiled when she tried to brush me off.

While she was a little bigger than me (then), with the instinctual certainty of the horny hunter, I knew she wasn't as sure of herself and that she needed to be chased, to be talked into being naughty. Well, I was just the guy.