I stared at Kim's flimsy nightwear for what seemed like an eternity, almost transfixed at the sight of it. After a while, I found myself slowly collapsing to my knees, drawn to her underwear like a moth to a flame. I buried my face in her nightdress, drowning in its warm glow and heavenly scent.
I dragged myself onto the spare bed she had slept in and held her panties to my nose. The scent from her gusset was overpowering, and soon my fingers were reaching inside my boxer shorts, as my cock stiffened for her, yet again.
"Oh, Kimmie!" I sighed, as I gave into the inevitable...
My cock was as hard as steel again in no time, as I rubbed her silk nightie all over my chest and belly, while my other hand worked overtime on my pulsing rod. My senses were blasted into outer space as the sight, sound, smell, touch and taste of her filled my every thought!
Given that I'd already came hard for her the night before, I was surprised I had anything left in my tank for her. She was like an aphrodisiac, keeping me somewhere between semi-hard and rock-hard these last few weeks. I thought about her deeply, while I jerked off...
I thought about her in my living-room, in the snooker hall, how she played footsy with me at dinner and how she'd dry-humped me on the sofa before bed last night. All these images of her in her teasing poses flashed through my mind at a trillion miles-per-hour. Her short skirts, her purposely exposed panties, her wiggling, writhing and teasing me for torturous hours and days. God, it was amazing!
Just as pulled her nightie up over my face to drown in her fragrance, my balls could take the strain no more and swelled to bursting point. I jerked furiously as I imagined fucking her for real. As she humped up and down on top of me, her pigtails and titties bouncing to the rhythm, I hit the point of no return once again...
This time coming for her was painful, as my cock spat my man cream violently all over her nightdress. Endless streams of my essence splattered all over her clothing as I jerked myself for all I was worth.
"Yes, yes, yes... Kimmie .... you... fucking ....little .... goddess!" I exclaimed, as I drained my balls of every last drop for her.
I sank further into the bed, like a spent man in a brothel.
'That was good!' I said to myself a while later, as I slowly became coherent once more.
Getting up from the bed, I grabbed her clothing and walked down the hallway. I stopped at the washroom, but thought better of it and took her cum soaked nightie and see-thru panties back to my own bedroom. I placed them under my pillow for safekeeping.
And there they stayed for most of the time, as each passing day was filled with the same routine. Jerking for Kimmie in the morning. Jerking for Kimmie in the afternoon. And jerking for Kimmie at night...
I reckoned I had a good few days left to marvel at her underwear, as she wouldn't be showing up again 'til next week. I planned to put it in the washing machine the night before, that way I could still smell and enjoy her fragrance every day. And enjoy it I did…
Her underwear was in and out of its hiding place like a yo-yo on a daily basis. I held them, sniffed them and even tried them on! The nightdress was a tight fit, but felt great along with her panties gripping my balls. I paraded around the bedroom, pretending to be her. Then I'd finish off by laying on the bed and jerking like crazy for her, creaming her nightdress again and again and again.
Surprisingly, the more the jizz I shot for her, the more my balls seemed to be producing. It felt like I couldn't keep up with clearing the backlog!
All thoughts of being a bad Uncle to her for even thinking about her in this way were all but disappearing. This was the new Uncle Will and I was ready to give her what she really wanted the next time she showed up.
I was surprised that I had managed to play golf, pay the bills and even get the groceries in at all that week, so distracted had I been. She was on my mind 24/7 and this time I wasn't ashamed. Hell, my stammer had even begun to disappear, as I began to think of myself in a brand new way.
Midweek, the phone rang at an unusual time. 9.27pm, to be precise. It was my sister Betty, who just happened to be Kim's Mother. It dawned on me that I hadn't even checked to see if Kim had her Mother's permission to stay overnight. I paled visibly, as the colour drained from my face at the thought of the ear-bashing I was about to get...
"Will, it's about Kim"... she started. Fearing the worst, I could only nod at the phone, without actually speaking.
"She's at that age, you know... well…fucking… difficult! I hope you don't mind her coming round to visit you, as it seems to be doing her some good. She's smiling a lot more and arguing even less. Is that okay Will? Are you there?"
"Sure... sure it's okay Betty," I replied, as my tensed-up body breathed a sigh of relief.
Betty went on to explain how this had been a testing time at home, since Kim's Father had absconded with his secretary 9 months ago, leaving her and Kim almost penniless. Betty had moved back to town and taken a part-time job to make up the shortfall. I was actually doing her favour by letting Kim stay overnight, as most weeks she had to do nightshift for 3 days running.
What she added next came as even more of a surprise to me. Kim's mother explained that her daughter had been interested in boys for quite some time. In short, she needed a safe outlet. A Father-figure who could also satisfy some of her curiosity and be a steady, guiding hand. In Betty's opinion, I was just the man for the job, simply by keeping Kim company. If she couldn't trust her own brother, then who could she trust? Could Kim stay overnight for two or even three sleepovers a week?
I was flabbergasted!
"Errr... yes, no problem Betty, you can count on me!" I replied swiftly.
"Good, that's all settled then! I'll phone you next week again to see how things are," said Betty, before hanging up.
The 'that's all settled then' part stayed in my head and it struck me that Kim had used those very words when she'd announced her overnight stay. Like Mother like daughter, I suppose...
As usual, my dominant sister had done most of the talking and me most of the listening. It had always been this way. Ever since she'd caught me rifling through her panty drawer all those years ago...
…I was but eighteen years old back then and Betty a year older at nineteen. The heat that summer had been unbelievable and my sister had been home from college for three weeks. She’d changed quite a bit since I’d last seen her.
‘All grown up’ was what you might say. She cussed and swore a lot more. She seemed to have developed a real mean streak about her too, since she’d been living away from home.
Her looks could have gotten her away with anything though. Her strawberry blond hair was long, her skirts were short. Her breasts were prominent, you just couldn’t miss them in the skimpy summer dresses she wore that year, mainly without a bra.
All of these things I was noticing. Betty was also noticing that I was noticing. She started laying it on a bit, once she realised I was looking at her more than usual. She made sure her skirt rode up when sitting across from me, her legs drifting casually open. She’d hold my gaze for an eternity, until my eyes dropped down to her panties on full display. Then she’d smirk to herself and run off with a giggle…
Three weeks on and I could take no more. I had to smell her pussy. I rifled through the laundry basket one day when she was out with her friends. No luck, only socks and t-shirts were in there.
I quickly padded up the stairs to her room and went inside. The top drawer was slightly open and her panties were visible in the gap. This was the drawer for me, I thought. In no time I had it open and searched through her amazing collection. White ones, pink ones, black ones, red ones. Some made of cotton, some silk and some seemed to be made of nothing!
