This story is total fiction and there is no under age sex or pain involved.
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I knew that my younger brother Brian had always fancied me and to be quite honest it made me feel quite nice as I adored him. He was quite shy but very popular with everyone. I was just over 21 when I was certain, and it did my ego no end of good.
He was a year younger than me and as he was so shy, he relied on me a lot. It had become obvious he liked me in a rather naughty personal way and even my mother told me to be kind to him. I think she knew.
I remember telling her "But Mum, I think he uses my panties."
My mother was a very sensible gentle person and she just waved my worries aside "Don't be harsh Maureen". She emphasise several times "Be kind to your brother. Talk to Margaret. Margaret will advise you."
Margaret was my elder sister. She was a lot older than me and was already married. She was always very serious. When she had been younger my mother and the family tended to call her Maggy. Even at that young age Margaret had made it plain that this was unacceptable. She insisted on being called Margaret.
Brian and I were a lot younger and secretly we thought it was hilarious. When we were together, he used to refer to her as 'The Lady Margaret'. It was only in fun though, as we both admired Margaret. She was that sort of woman.
Margaret had only ever had one boyfriend, Henry, who was as serious as herself. Later on, just after they had married, Henry was ordained as a Curate in the Church of England.
It seemed so predictable that Henry became deeply involved the High Church and very quickly became the Vicar of a Parish near our village. He encouraged his Parishioners to call him Father.
They had a lovely Church House and the respect that Henry enjoyed in the community brushed off onto Margaret and she became deeply involved in the church activities.
I was reluctant to talk to my sister about Brian, but I plucked up my courage one Sunday Afternoon and visited her at the Vestry when I knew that Henry was giving Confessions.
Margaret surprised me in that she was so understanding and told me to be kind to Brian in much the same way as my mother had advised. She explained to me that boys and young men had these fantasies and it was something that we women had to accept. She smiled as she said, "It can be quite pleasant, Maureen. I must have looked surprised.
She reminded me of the rather rude magazines which I and some of my friends enjoyed when I was younger. I blushed at the memories. At the time Margaret had simply confiscated them.
She had not reported me to my mother, but I often wondered if she had read the stories and looked at the dirty pictures.
I had explained to my sister that Brian always seemed to be nearby or in the next room whenever I was dressing or in my underwear. She was much more knowledgeable and helpful than my mother and questioned me about the details in quite a kindly way. When I told her that I thought he used my panties she nodded in an understanding manner and asked me "Has he ever exposed himself to you Maureen?"
This embarrassed me. I knew what she meant but I didn't want to show too much knowledge and try to look innocent. My sister was ahead of me and said "Now don't be a silly girl Maureen, you know what I mean. Those magazines you and your friends used to look at showed the men with extended penises when they were fantasising. Have you ever seen Brian masturbating?"
I blushed and just shook my head "No Margaret, I haven't seen him do that."
Margaret smiled at me "That's better Maureen, it is important for you to understand that Brian wants your panties for that purpose. But equally, it is not important as long as you don't let it get out of hand. It is after all, only for his fantasies."
After talking to my sister, I felt much more relaxed about Brian's fascination with my underwear and tended to make things easier for him.
I think it was on my 21st birthday he barged into my bedroom with the excuse that he wanted to tell me something.
I only had a pair of panties on at the time. I didn't shout or bawl or make a fuss but simply asked him what he wanted. His demeanour was so funny as he looked at my exposed breasts. He just blushed and almost ran away.
Whilst I realised that he must have liked seeing me like that, I also enjoyed the feeling of being on show, as well. I had always been a private person, but in some strange way I quite liked the thought of showing myself to my brother.
I suppose I was being kind to him as my mother had wanted, but I knew the enjoyment wasn't just one sided. Some time later I told my sister that I had enjoyed it, and she just smiled. She understood.
I was 25 when I married Derek who was 8 years older at 33. My brother would often stay with us for a weekend. Derek and Brian were very good friends and they both liked to play computer games and have a few beers. Although they didn't play any sport, they loved to watch the rugby on television.
Derek was very skilled and had an excellent job. Brian often told me how much he admired my husband and thought he was so clever. I had already told Derek, some of my brother's fetishes. It didn't annoy him and in fact he seemed very interested.
When he stayed overnight, Brian used to sleep in the spare room and both Derek and I realised after a while, that my brother used to listen to us having intercourse.
It seemed to add to our excitement to think that my younger brother was listening. I had already told my husband that Brian liked my underwear. He just chuckled and said, "Perhaps we should give him a treat one day and let him watch us." It was more than a casual remark. I could see he may have meant it.
It started me thinking. Derek and I had some whispered conversations about that fantasy in bed and it did wonders for our sexual enjoyment. Neither of us were sure if the other was serious but it was exciting to talk about it. The other thing I had found out by looking at Derek's computer was that he seemed to like thinking about dressing up a lot. We had experimented a little and I had some pictures of him in unusual poses. He looked quite pretty.
I realised that it was not only my brother had fantasies. My husband seemed to be thinking naughty things as well. Additionally, it made me feel extra juicy thinking about them as well. I had fantasies as well. Whenever Derek and I made love these days, most of our excitement emanated with from the thought that my younger brother was listening.
We even whispered naughty things quite loudly into our play acting knowing that my brother could hear. Indeed, whenever we had intercourse, without thinking of Brian, it was an abject failure. We needed Brian and even started to use dirty words to each other. The 'f' word and the 'c' word were lovely in the throes of excitement.
I remembered my sister telling me about Brian's fantasies being harmless and could now understand her attitude much better. I wondered what sort of fantasies my sister had.
Brian was still nominally living at my mother's house, but he stayed mostly with Derek and myself. He seemed to like staying with us and both Derek and I openly encouraged him. My mother was over the moon that we all got on so well.
One weekend when Brian had been staying with us for several days, we had decided to go down to a local night club. I had the feeling that my husband was organising something as he was very insistent that I wore a short skirt and put on dark stockings and white elastic suspenders. He said some of his friends may be there, so he wanted me to look nice.
His friends were there and whilst we all had a drink and enjoyed ourselves, I was conscious that Derek had arranged for my brother to sit directly opposite me and could probably see up my skirt. It didn't really bother me, and I realised that Derek wasn't really concerned about our friends. He wanted me to look nice for my brother.
