Prologue
When Susan Flannery married Harold Madison one week after her twenty-first birthday, she was convinced that her future happiness was secure. She expected a traditional married life; one nice house, one nice husband that she would dutifully fuck once a week, two nice children who never misbehaved, and never having to work another damn day in her life! Well, as you'll see, that wasn't the way things worked out for her.
Chapter 1, Growing Up
Susan grew up in Daly City, California, a very nice and respectable suburb of San Francisco. The town was filled with row houses that had been built after Work War II, and they all looked exactly the same. She lived with her respectable parents, George and Martha, and she grew up with one difficult sister named Mary, who was ten years older.
Mary was engaged to a very nice man who was ten years older than her named William. Susan's parents were thrilled when they were told about their eldest daughter's engagement. Mary's fiancé had a good job in the banking industry, and he was a member of the very exclusive Excelsior Gentlemen's Club of San Francisco.
Susan was raised in the Catholic religion, but her parents weren't strict about it. Her mother described herself as a "lapsed Catholic," which meant she claimed to be religious, but in practice she only insisted that her family attend Mass on Christmas and Easter. Her father was raised in a generic community church, and he readily agreed to convert to Catholicism when he begged Martha to marry him. This was a requirement before Martha agreed to accept his proposal of marriage.
Martha was a stay at home Mom, and that was just fine with her, but she kept herself busy as an active member of the St. Joseph's parish Altar Society. The Society members were all ladies with spotless reputations. The duties of the Society were to maintain the objects used for church ceremonies, creating and maintaining floral arrangements for the sanctuary, caring for the linens, and holding fund raisers to purchase items for the sanctuary, including vestments and altar vessels.
Though Martha didn't technically work, she did make a respectable sum of money in the real estate business, by providing sales leads to her large network of girlfriends who worked as agents, for which she earned a generous finder's fee.
While Susan's mother was an intelligent and self-confident woman, her father George, was just the opposite. He worked as a tenured professor at the local college teaching Introduction To European History. Susan was close with her mother and considered her a friend, but she adored her father, even though most people thought of him as dull and normal to the point of boring. Still, Susan adored him because he always listened to her when she had a problem, and he truly cared. At a young age Susan made up her mind that she would marry a nice compliant man just like Daddy.
Growing up, Susan's best friend was Molly Madison, who was the same age as her and lived two houses down the street. The girls attended St. Joseph's elementary school, and Mercy High School after that.
Molly had a fraternal twin brother named Harold, and from a young age Susan was drawn to him because he was very good looking and had a sweet personality, although he was extremely shy. Susan's mother described him as "pretty". What intrigued Susan about Harold was when Molly shared a secret about him during their senior year of high school.
"Susan, I think my brother is turning into a weirdo. Yesterday he asked me a really strange question."
"What did he want?"
"He asked if he could borrow a pair my panties to play with."
Susan bit her lip and thought about this for a few seconds, "Well, that does seem odd, but I don't think that necessarily makes him a weirdo. Maybe he's just curious. You know... about girls."
Molly giggled, "I think it's more than that. He said he only wants my dirty underwear to play with."
"Ok yeah, that is really weird, Molly. Did he say why?"
"Yeah, he wants to smell them! Can you believe that, Susan? My brother is a dirty panty sniffer!"
"Wow, did you say yes?"
Molly looked back at her and grinned, "I told him he could smell my underwear, but that I wanted to watch him doing it. He tried to weasel out of it, that he didn't want me to watch cuz he'd be embarrassed, but I told him that was the deal if he wanted my panties."
"So did you? You know... watch him?"
"Yeah, it was kind of disgusting, but it was exciting too. He held the crotch up to his nose and took a big whiff, and he got a boner while he was doing it!"
"Oh shit, really? Did you say anything to him about his...bulging dick?"
"Nah, I couldn't be that mean. He's my brother after all, and I suppose I do love him. I just left him alone in my bedroom so he could have some privacy. The next day I noticed that he'd washed the panties that I gave him, and put them back in my underwear drawer with a five dollar bill taped to it."
Susan thought Harold's interest in women's underwear made him out to be one of those "bad boys" the nuns at school had warned her about, and therefore a much more interesting person. She couldn't stop thinking about him.
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During their high school years, Susan and Molly spent a good amount of their free time talking about boys in their school and giggling. Molly had taken a fancy to a boy in her Algebra class named Danny Sullivan, and around that same time Susan's interest in Molly's brother, Harold, intensified.
Susan and Molly had numerous sleepovers at each other's houses on non-school nights, where the girls would spend hours talking about their plans for the future, and romance. During their senior year in high school, and after they had both had their eighteenth birthdays, the topic of their discussions was of a more adult nature.
"Molly, have you ever 'really kissed' a boy?"
Her girlfriend thought for a bit before answering, "I wish, but...no, not really. Honestly, I wouldn't even know how to start, you know...to do it...properly."
"Yeah, me neither. But there is someone that I really want to kiss."
Molly looked her best friend in the eye, "Who do you want to kiss, Susan?"
Susan looked away and her cheeks began to flush, "I don't want to say."
Molly laughed out loud, "You don't have to say. I know it's my dorky brother. Every time you see him you act silly. Am I right? You want to mack on Harold?"
Susan started to protest, and then thought better of it, "Yeah, I can't help it. He seems so nice. He's cute too. Sometimes a feeling comes over me, and I want to touch his butt!"
'Yuck, that's disgusting Susan! He's ok I suppose, even though he's a weirdo who plays with smelly panties."
Susan replied, "Well, honestly that doesn't bother me. He's just thinking more about girls as he gets older. He's the nicest boy I've ever met. He's also very good looking. I wish he'd smell my panties!"
Molly stopped her, "Harold? Good looking? I don't see it. To me he's just my useless dork of a brother."
