This is a story about a 26 year old and his 19 year old sister... Enjoy
Chapter one
My younger sister had always been the little tease although I doubt she knew the effect she often had on me. There were many times when she would sit on the sofa with her knees up to her chin and her feet apart, totally oblivious that she was giving me a great view of her little panties.
I had lost count of the amount of times I had pulled on my prick in the bathroom while thinking of her tight body. Ok she was my sister and as such should have been out of bounds on the sexual fantasy level, but when something turns you on its pretty hard to ignore. She wasn't one of those gorgeous girl next-door types even though she had blonde her and blue eyes, but she was still pretty and had a very nice body to go with it.
It was during one of these bathroom sessions that I spied a pair of her white panties on the floor by a discarded towel. Curiosity got the better of me and I picked them up. I turned the soft cotton material round and round between my hands and before I knew what I was doing I lifted them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.
My prick lurched in response and a small spurt of juice escaped from the tip without me even touching it. As I continued to breath in her sweet aroma yet another squirt let loose from my prick end. My legs suddenly felt weak and I had to quickly grab the hand basin to stop myself from collapsing to the floor. I didn't know why the smell of her panties affected me so much but I was happy to add them to my list of turn ons. In fact I think because of the effect they had on me they would be right at the top of that list.
With the sound of my heartbeat drumming slowly dying down in my ears I lifted my head up from the basin and looked in the mirror. "Oh shit." I cried out and spun round to confirm what reflection my eyes had seen.
My sister was standing in the doorway staring open mouthed at me. No doubt I was staring back at her in just the same way. For the next few moments nothing was said and nobody moved. Then I suddenly realised that she had reason to stare because my jeans were still around my knees and I was holding a pair of her used panties in my hand. I was lost for words and actions. I suppose, on reflection, I could have covered myself up but at the time I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car.
I waited for her to explode and call me a pervert for using her panties to give myself a thrill, but instead she just grinned, turned around and shut the door behind herself. By now I knew that my masturbating session was over because my prick had shrank with the shock. I tried to get it going again but in the end I had to admit defeat so I threw her panties back to the towel on the floor and pulled my jeans back up.
Over the next few days I tried my best to avoid my sister. But there were times, such as meal times, that I just couldn't avoid her. When she caught my eye she would just simply smile and give me a knowing little wink. Even though that made me a bit uncomfortable I was just pleased that she hadn't mouthed off to our parents about what she had discovered about her pervy brother. I tried to convince myself that she hadn't seen the panties grasped tightly in my hand. But I knew deep down that she did see them. After all how on earth could she have missed them?
Chapter Two
One evening a couple of weeks later events took on a new path between my sister and myself as we sat in the family room watching a movie. Mom and dad had taken themselves out for dinner to one of the local restaurants with some people from work, which left us alone together in the house. I knew this moment would come sooner or later but I wished it had been later.
"I always knew you liked looking at my panties but I didn't know you liked them that much." She giggled from the other side of the room.
