Days later, I was lying on my bed with a towel around me after a shower. The fresh air got to my loins, and soon my cock was rampant. I leaned down and reached down under the bed for my stash of porn magazines. Under the bed, surely no one could possibly look there in an illicit search for sexual contraband. They had belonged to my older brother who had left them to me years ago as his wife to be, didn't want them in her new house. They were all left to me, in pristine condition and in order.
I pulled up the magazine from the top of the pile expecting to see my latest favourite model. Instead, it was an older publication that had somehow moved to the top of the collection.
Any porn in a storm, I thought and began Idly flick through the magazine until I came to the' letters page.' The page had been dog marked recently, and my suspicions were immediately aroused. I read each and every letter, and the one that stood out was about a guy who stole panties from his neighbours washing line. Sally!
Sally burst through the door full of vitality.
"I want a word with you," I declared summing up the courage to confront her about her invasion into my privacy.
"Sorry I forgot to tell you, Gemma can't go on a date until after her exams, after that she's yours."
"Oh!" I reacted in shock, thinking I would never get a date with Gemma.
"She's going to give you something special for your birthday," Sally teased with a wink.
She thwarted my attack immediately as dreams of Gemma saturated my mind. I was soon broken out of my reverie when Sis asked, "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
The invasion of my bedroom and the perusing of my magazines hardly seemed relevant now. The prospect of Gemma in my life corrupted my rational thought.
"Nothing," I managed to say.
"Come on, you sounded quite threatening for a moment."
Intoxicated by my newfound love gave me the confidence to interrogate more personal matters.
"Have you been looking at my magazines under my bed?"
Sally turned and blushed, "Guilty as charged," she confessed gaily. "I only like to read the personal letters," she quickly added.
"Yes, they're great fun." I ventured still a little uneasy talking sex with my sister.
"I'm sorry, I felt ever so guilty, reading them without your permission. I did think of asking you, but I'd thought you'd be embarrassed."
"No, that's okay, you can read them when you like," I gallantly granted.
"Aww, thank you, but I'd still feel a bit, you know if you walked in while I was reading them."
I ran the scene through my mind, me bursting into my bedroom, catching Sally all horny and wanton maybe to the point of playing with herself.
"You could borrow some if you like," I offered to dispel the act of catching her horny.
"Thanks again but that would be like saying, hello bro, I'm feeling horny, can I borrow your porn?"
She had a point, and out of nowhere, I aired an idea, "Do you think we could read some together?"
"Yeah, that would be fun, its a date," She merrily quantified and skipped off to her room.
Come Sunday afternoon Mother had ordered me to walk Sally home after her cheerleader rehearsals. I wondered why I had to do this as Sally was old enough to look after herself and had made it home alone after any other practice. It was a warm November afternoon, and I casually walked up to the sports ground. I could hear the girlie chants celebrating and encouraging the mythological wonders of our football team.
All the girls were going through their steps, and I sat in the stand and watched. They all had a tight red cheerleader uniform, very tight up top with the collage name emblazed across their pert youthful breasts. All the girls were marching on the spot giving the occasional high kick in the air exposing their white panties for a twinkle of a second.
I always noticed this with a smidgen of embarrassment, especially now as Sally had made the cheerleader team. This time the panties were really getting to me, and I became aroused as I awaited each flash of those tight white flashes. I liked the brief flashes rather than the full-on exposures that I got now and then when the girls' cartwheeled across the rest of the team. The kicks were my favourite along with the teasing flashes of their bottoms made with a deliberate flip of their sexy little skirt's.
The girls would turn with their well-tanned athletic legs well parted and bend over rotating their upper body. Throwing out their arms, giving me a full view of their white panties stretched taut across their young unyielding ass's.
Smutty thoughts crossed my mind about their firm breasts, just who's wobbled the most and who's just jiggled. Whose ass was the plumpest, whose legs did I prefer?
I studied them all, and the girls who were my sister's friends were my favourites bar the girls who obviously had sweaty pussies. They couldn't help but draw my eye. That slightly darkened patch in the gusset of their panties sodden with moisture mesmerised me. It was difficult to see who had the sweaty gusset and who was in a light that made them look nice and moist, but as the practice went on and they sweated more, it was a good deal easier to tell. The thought of their wet, sweaty panties making their pussies easier to slip into aroused me no end.
My thoughts wondered if they were the same style I was wearing that Halloween night. Then I realised. They were my sister's cheerleader panties. That thought brought an extra twitch to my already hard cock. I had worn that style of panties! They all had white panties on; something I had never gave a thought to before. Of course, white panties were a part of the uniform and were supposed to flash out brightly from under that dark red pleated skirt.
I wondered why Mother would pick Sally's cheerleader panties for me to wear? Did it coincide with Mother wanting to walk Sally home as well?
