Author's Note: This is my second story. I only received one comment from my first story. It was very critical, but helpful. Basically it told me to proofread my work. I took that advice and hope the same problems are not as evident. I encourage everyone that reads this story to vote on it and write comments. Thanks Calit69.
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"Mmmm..." I moaned as I rubbed my hard cock through the thin material of the see through panties I had on.
My name is Scott and I was an 18 year old high school graduate enjoying the last summer before I went off to the state university. I was very popular and had no shortage of friends or girlfriends. Although, I preferred to be single in order to move from girl to girl. I was the jock type, but was limited to some sports because of my height. I was only 5 foot 6 and there were no signs that I would be getting any taller. Therefore, I stuck to soccer and baseball which was fine by me even though I would have loved to play football. I had a hard tight body and weighed 170 pounds with almost no body fat which was due to my extensive gym time. My six pack was chiseled like a Greek god and was accented by my large pecs and broad shoulders. I had long wavy black hair and brown eyes.
I had a dominate personality. Everybody said that was due to the Napoleon syndrome I had because of my height. But as far as I was concerned, I had earned the right to act like I did because of my hard work. This personality transcended into the bedroom. I called the shots no matter what the girls wanted. To me, there was nothing hotter than when I grabbed a girl by the back of her head and shoved my hard 6 inches into her throat. Or when I took her from behind, grabbing a fistful of hair and fucking her senseless. Being dominate all the time, I craved to be submissive and if no one else would make me, I would make myself. This is where the panties came in.
I first encountered this arousing position when I had stolen Raven's laundry basket because my mother was using mine. Raven was my sister, her real name was Samantha, but she was into the Goth lifestyle and preferred to be called Raven. She had piercings throughout her face. Her left eyebrow had a couple of rings in it and each ear had five studs. The right side of her lip had a shiny ring that countered the dark, usually black, lipstick she wore.
She looked like a vampire most of the time, very pale, like she hadn't seen the sun in years. Her hair was short, cut right below the ears, and was dark black, although she was born a blonde. She was taller than me, about 5'9 and was a little bit overweight. She had some slight love handles, but the extra weight added to her great firm D cups. If she would have just hung out with the girls I fucked, she could have been a stunner. Needless to say, we didn't have a great relationship because of our differences in, well, everything. She was a year older and graduated with me because she was held back a year. To all my friends, she was a loser and to all her friends, I was the epitome of what they were rebelling against.
But anyway, back to the panty situation. I started to throw a shirt in the basket and saw them. It was a black thong, nothing overly erotic about it, just a plain black thong. I picked it up, stretched it out, and examined it. Two strings connected to a small triangle in the back and then to a bigger triangle in the front. Another string connected the tips of the triangles. Upon further examination, I saw a white residue where my sister's pussy would have rested. I was an avid pussy eater, loving the taste and smell. My mind started to ponder...
"I wonder if sis's pussy smells like everybody elses?" I thought.
As soon as that thought entered my mind, I knew I was destined for trouble. My cock agreed by starting to stiffen. My mind raced with thoughts of shame while my body begged me to keep going down this dark road. My body won, and I slowly brought the front up to my nose. Taking a little sniffle, I smelled the sweet, tart fragrance of my sister. Immediately my body responded, sending waves of blood to my extremities causing me to get light headed. My dick was in control now, and it told my nose to take another whiff. I blew all of the air out of my lungs, then I smashed the panties to my face and inhaled deeply.
I fell backwards on the bed, not caring if someone saw me, just wanting to continue doing what I was doing. My body started to shake, I hadn't even touched myself, but I felt an orgasm rapidly approaching. My free hand wrestled with time trying to get my jeans and boxers down before I had to add them to the laundry. My cock sprang out and I started to cum.
"Uhhhhhhhhh...uh...uuuuh..." I moaned as the volcanic eruption of semen spewed from my cock.
Streams of cum shot in the air only to lose the battle with gravity and fall back on my shirt, stomach, and legs. I had just cum, if not harder, than as hard as I ever had without touching myself. And it was all due to my sister's panties.
It didn't take long for this one incident to multiply into others. Soon I found myself sneaking into my sister's and mother's rooms looking for dirty panties. I eventually started to wear them and that's where the real fun started to happen. I loved the feel of the tight material gripping every inch of my cock. It excited my so much that I couldn't get the panties up and over my soft cock before it was hard. I would bend over on all fours, rubbing my cock through the material while using my other hand to play with my ass all while looking at the action through a mirror. I would usually cum in the panties feeling the hot spunk spread around my cock and balls. When I was finished, I would wash them with the rest of my clothes. This became a regular thing for me and much of my time was preoccupied with looking for new panties.
This brings us to the present. I was bent over on all fours, rubbing my cock and ass through my newest pair of panties looking forward to the powerful orgasm that always followed. I didn't have to wait long as my cock starting spurting hot cum into the front of my panties. I collapsed on the bed and my body shook as the orgasm flowed through it. Eyes closed hard, a flash of light shot through the darkness.
"Wow, that was intense." I said softly to myself, thinking I had never seen that before.
I took the panties off and got a towel to clean myself up. I stuffed the panties in the middle of my dirty clothes to hide them as best as I could and hopped in the shower. My mother had been bugging me all summer to get a job, so I was going to get online then go out and start looking today. It was about 9:00am on a Monday and my mother, father, and sister were all at their jobs. Leaving me to be the bum of the family, but this had also given me the time I needed to score my panties. A time I knew I would miss if I got a job.
I got dressed and went to Raven's room to use her computer. Her computer was faster than mine and although she forbids me to use it, I did whenever I could get away with it. After a few minutes of searching some local job listings, I decided to poke around on her computer. Usually I wasn't too invasive except for the panty thing, but I was feeling nosey today. I checked the "recent file" section on her computer in about every program and nothing popped up. I looked at her website history and it was all cleared. She definitely had something to hide because she kept everything clean. I started to go through her favorites, clicking on everyone because I had disguised the name of some of my favorites and thought she might have done the same. Most were of Goth bands and other stuff I wasn't interested in. Eventually, the 11th one out of the 13, titled "Internal Revenue Service" popped up a forum. The forum was a BDSM Goth forum.
My cock twitched and although I had become more sexually interested in my sister because of the panties she was providing, I certainly hadn't delved into her sexual likes and dislikes. She was the opposite of my type and this had kept those doors closed in my mind. But with it staring me right in the face, I couldn't resist finding out her sexual secrets.
"Jackpot!" I thought to myself.
She was already signed in. She must have accidentally stayed signed in or left the "remember me" button clicked. I was online as "Raventha", obviously a mix of both her names.
"Scott. You home?" I heard my sister yell out.
I quickly shutdown the site and fixed the computer to appear that it had never been touched. I darted back to my room.
"Yeah, what's up?" I yelled back.
"Nothing, just seeing if you were still here or if you had made an attempt to get a job yet." She yelled back in a sassy voice.
I went downstairs and saw her fixing something to eat in the kitchen.
"I was getting ready to..." I yapped back.
Damn, she was more beautiful than I had given her credit for. I looked her up and down from behind. She was wearing black thigh high boots with black panty hose that rose all the way up her legs. The hose had holes throughout them. She was wearing a tight black miniskirt with a silver belt. Her shirt was cut off above her belly, showing me the small of her back and her love handles.
She bent over the kitchen aisle attempting to reach her plate and her miniskirt rose up. She had holes cut in the hose around her ass and it was beautiful. Each globe of flesh was popping out of the holes and I wanted to get on my knees and feast. My hand instinctively went to my cock as I enjoyed the view. Her ass was wiggling as she tried to get more leverage to reach her food. Actually, it was shaking; it looked like a little too much. She turned around quickly, surprising me. My cock had begun to form a tent in my pants.
"What were you just doing?" she said with an inquisitive look on her face.
"Umm... what do you mean?" I said back dumbly.
"Your hand was on your crotch, what the fuck were you doing?" she said back in an upset tone.
