Conversations, especially those not intended for young ears, can provide so much information to those lucky enough to overhear them! Knowledge is power and the abuse of knowledge can lead to the abuse of power and we all know how attractive abusing power really is!! Jane, the 18 year old heroine of our story found herself in such a position one afternoon upon her return from High School. She had come in unobtrusively by the backdoor and could hear her mother and aunt in law converse in the living room. She was about to announce her presence when she realised the topic of conversation was one not destined for her ears!!
Overhearing her auntie talk about uncle's disgusting habits and how she was being driven almost to despair by what she perceived to be his unnatural demands, made her ears prick up instantly. In "vino veritas", as the saying goes and the more that auntie drank, the louder she talked and the details became so delicious and salacious with every passing moment that Jane could hardly believe her ears. Uncle had asked Auntie to allow him stick his penis into her anus, to allow him ejaculate all over her face and breasts and even to do something called "dogging" which Jane couldn't really make out except she guessed that it did not involve a dog, but she wasn't quite sure. Auntie also commented that Uncle seemed to be addicted to sex. He seemed to spend hours on the Internet and always looked rather sheepish when questioned about what he was doing up there all evening long!! Auntie claimed that she was broadminded enough but that his latest requests had been for her to dress like a college girl, complete with the sort of uniform worn by the local Convent High school seniors, something she felt was very inappropriate, especially as Jane was in her final year at the self same school. The worst thing, according to Auntie, was that she had actually caught him sniffing her dirty knickers and masturbating as he did so!
Hearing this last piece of information was especially tantalising for Jane. How on earth could a man find it take your knickers and sniff them whilst jacking himself off. It was almost too funny a picture in her head!! At the same time, she did not feel a sense of disgust against her uncle! No, it was something else entirely different and almost involuntarily the image of him masturbating as he held her own sticky and wet panties under his nose made her feel so squishy and moist.
Jane was not a cheerleader or a dancer or even somebody that all the boys would look at and want to fool about with. She was small for her age, spent a lot of time day-dreaming, according to her teachers and did very little in the line of sports except for P.Ed in school, which she quite liked as it allowed her to work up a sweat. She wore glasses as she was hopelessly short sighted and she sometimes felt that they did not make her appear very sexy. Jane rarely looked at herself in the mirror after taking a bath or shower as she was not really 100% happy with her body. Jane had long black hair, a little unkempt. Her breasts were small and her bum was nicely rounded but a little boyish, in her opinion. She liked her legs best of all, especially her ankles as they were slim, just like her Daddy's!
Like many girls of her age, Jen was not overly confident of her own sexuality. Men and boys did frighten her a little and although she considered herself a sexual being, Jane did not feel herself attracted to any one boy or man in particular. She was a thinker and as she grew from a girl into a woman, she had decided to be more pro-active about where she felt she should be going in life. Jane also worried about her lack of sexual experience of any kind good, bad or indifferent and she had recently begun to think about this aspect of her life. Would she be like her Auntie? Would Jane react in the same manner if her husband made "unreasonable" requests? Would she be like some of the other girls in the school who liked to roll up their skirts and tease the boys from the other schools as they walked past? Jane considered herself bookish and a lot of what she knew about sex came from books. She had tried to read Joyce and abandoned this as practically impossible. However, there was a scene from Bloom's walk along the strand where he described how he orgasms whilst a girl sitting on a rock allows him to stare up her skirt. This was a scene she had read and re-read, imagining her doing something likewise but always with a faceless man. Could she be a girl like that? Could she allow some man or boy or even her uncle stare at her knickers as she parted her legs and allowed him to look? She imagined that it could be very easily done. As a matter of fact, all she would have to do would be to part her legs ever so slightly, measure the reaction of her chosen victim, pretend that it was accidental and allow him to have a good eyeful. Why not uncle? Why not tonight when he came over to pick up auntie?
This thought made her feel very giddy and Jane had to sit down on the side of her bed as her legs wobbled a little. In her room, she had a full length mirror. Jane rearranged the mirror to give herself a good view and as she perched on the side of the bed, Jane began to experiment. First of all, she rolled up her skirt a little, and then a little more and finally she stopped, when it was a good half way up her thighs. This was a length she would never dare to wear to school. She then opened her legs slightly as she faced the mirror. Jane was surprised to see that although she felt that they were quite parted, any onlooker would not yet see her knickers as sitting on the bed made her thighs bunched up and blocked the view. She then parted them more, a little more and finally in a most un-lady like fashion, she spread her thighs quite widely and oh yes, now anyone who looked would see! What a sight that would make for any man!! The thought of her showing her white cotton knickers to an onlooker made Jane feel very sexually aroused. However, in the thrill of exhilaration, doubt still lingered in Jane's mind. Would a boy, a man, even uncle laugh at her, finding her pathetic, un-sexy, unlovable and undesirable? Anyway, why would any man stare up her skirt or any girls skirt for that matter? What was so sexy about a small triangle of white material at the top of a girl's thigh in any case? Doubt began to fill her mind and her resolve began to falter, but at that very moment, she heard her uncle arrive and in that moment, she decided to go ahead with her plan. Before leaving her room, Jane hitched up her skirt, rolling it up twice around the waist band. It was now quite high over her knees, but not so short to attract the enquiring looks from Auntie or Mommy.
Downstairs, Jane's courage deserted her very quickly. Fantasy is one thing, but actually parting her legs and allowing uncle to see right up her skirt was not something she could bring herself to do right then. Her uncle sat beside her aunt and both sat opposite her mother. Auntie would definitely spot something if Jane were to start flashing her little white panties. However, on the plus side, she did spot uncle taking a good look from head to toes, lingering as he did on the more than usual amount of thigh she had on display for him.
Very quickly a plan formed in her mind. On their way out, Jane asked if it would be possible for uncle to pick her up after school. He would be on his way home from work just after she had finished her physical education practical examination. Would it be possible? Yes of course it would be!! Uncle would do anything for his dearest and sweetest niece, especially if it involved picking her up in front of Our Lady's High School for Girls!!! Jane almost laughed as she saw his eyes light up at what she assumed were the thought of so much teen on display.
The following morning Jane did not change her knickers. She wore them all day long and even though the day was warm and humid, she still wore them all through P.Ed. Class and only in the changing rooms after school did she take them off. She immediately noticed how particularly sticky, smelly and totally soaked they were. Along with her bra and other sweaty gear, she put her panties into the bag, placing the moist dirty knickers into a side compartment.
