Where to start?
I guess I should start with my name, which of course is Lanie.
Yes, I am that Lanie, sister to Chris and sister in law to Tonya.
First and foremost, I guess I should describe myself, I am five foot seven inches tall. Back in the day, I hovered right around one hundred and forty five pounds. As middle age has taken its vengeance for youthful indulgence, I'm coming in around one hundred and sev...Never mind, it's not important.
I still have the big boobs that my dear brother adored in our youth. Granted they we're always too big to ever be considered perky, but they haven't dropped as low as I dreaded when I was younger.
There is some grey in my curls lately, but it's still mostly black.
My telling Tonya about her husband's penchant for my panties when we were younger, I swear, was an accident.
Mom, Tonya and I were having lunch together one afternoon.
Mom was going on and on about the summer Chris became the family's housecleaner. How great he was at cleaning, getting dinner ready and most of all laundry.
I would have giggled when she spoke of laundry, but my mind was in another place. That place being between my legs and the ever growing wet spot in my panties as I privately reminisced about how great Jake was, that summer, fucking said pussy, my butt and my mouth.
Tonya assured Mom that Chris still did all those things...The cooking and cleaning, that is.
I could only fantasize about them fucking, which to be honest, I did quite often.
"I bet Chris really loves doing laundry," I told Tonya, after Mom got up to visit the bathroom. "Especially your panties."
What the fuck had I just said?
I was suddenly overcome with that same blend of embarrassed shame as you get when you're in a crowd, you try and squeeze off a quick, silent fart and your butt goes off like a vuvuzela at a World Cup soccer match.
"What?" Tonya answered.
"I'll tell you later," I answered, spying Mom on her way back to the table.
Mom left to go do something with one of the charities she was involved with after we finished eating.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that," I said to Tonya the moment Mom was gone.
"Not good enough," Tonya said. "You did say it, so tell me the rest."
So I simply told her that I'd come home early and caught Chris sniffing a pair of my panties and wanking off.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That's gross. I bet you freaked out."
"To be honest," I told her. "I it was kind of hot. I'd never seen a guy masturbate before and there was a guy stroking it while he got off on my scent...It really turned me on, even if it was my little brother."
"How long did you watch?"
"It was only a minute or so. I watched him for a little bit, said something, he turned towards me and started cumming."
"He came on you?"
"No I was out of range, but it was close."
"So what did you do?" she asked.
"I told him he'd better clean up the floor before Mom and Dad got home," I started. "Then I went up to my room and..."
"And what?" she asked.
"You sure you want to hear this?" I asked.
She nodded, so I continued.
"I masturbated a couple of times," I told her. "Then after everyone went to bed, I went to Chris's room and gave him the panties I'd been wearing and after that I would loan him a pair every once in a while."
I thought that was a pretty good version of the truth.
"Wow," she sighed. "I have so many questions..."
"And I'm not going to answer any of them for you," I cut her off. "I feel bad saying anything about it and what he did or didn't do with my panties or yours is not my story to tell."
She seemed to accept that.
At that point, had I been a good, caring sister, I would have gotten on the phone with Chris as soon as Tonya and I parted ways that afternoon to warn him about the shit show I'd unleashed on him.
But...I ain't that kind of sister.
Tonya seemed more intrigued at the revelation her husband liked panties and at that point, I didn't have a problem with her knowing about Jake and my summer of sex.
Besides, the last time the family was together, Chris thought it was funny to tell everyone about the time I thought I could squeeze out a quiet fart in a crowded museum...It was so loud it echoed.
So I did consider it a bit of payback.
A couple of weeks later I received a text from Tonya
'How about a spa day tomorrow?'
I admit I was a little nervous while I waited for Tonya outside the day spa.
I hadn't received any irate calls from my brother for outing his panty kink. So either she hadn't talked to him about it or everything was cool.
Tonya greeted me as she always did, a hug and quick kiss on the cheek.
"I so need this," she told me as we walked in the spa.
Together we went to the changing room.
"So did you guys talk?" I asked as we started undressing.
"Yes we did," she answered with a smile. "It's all good."
"What did he say?" I wanted to know.
"I'll tell you later."
The way she answered me, raised more questions in my mind.
The most important question was if they just talked about underwear or if Chris told her about our "summer or sex."
"You're really going to make me wait?"
"You betcha," she laughed as she pulled off her top.
Over the years, I'd seen Tonya nude hundreds of times. We'd never been shy about changing in front of each other at gyms or spas and shared dressing rooms while shopping.
Maybe it was my mood or some sort of vibe she was putting out, but for the first time I began seeing her as a sexy woman rather than my sexy sister in law.
She was an inch or so shorter than me and when she and Chris first got together, she'd been rail thin. She'd had perky B cup boobs, a flat stomach and a small little butt.
I admit I was a little jealous of her back then. I was sporting a "mom bod" from the time I had a bod and long before there was a name for it.
I watched with different eyes as she undressed. I loved her shoulder length auburn hair and the sexy freckles that covered her shoulders and chest. Her boobs had grown to a D cup, her butt had become wider and more rounded.
Now just because I'm bisexual, it doesn't mean I want to munch on every muff that comes my way...But as I gazed at the fiery red patch of hair between her legs, at that moment, I defiantly wanted to munch that muff.
"You look really good," I said as she caught me staring.
"Thanks," she said as she put her spa robe on. "Someone recently pointed out that you and I look a lot alike... when we're naked."
