The following morning Andy was awake very early. At first he was a bit disoriented and with his usual 7 inch just-woke-up tent support not having yet received any attention he decided to stay in bed a while longer. All of the others were asleep but despite being so horny, Andy couldn't at that moment venture to bring himself some relief. He was already missing his sister being around and still half asleep he began to think of the evening before.
Late Sunday evening, just before he set off on holiday, he'd been sat, as he often did, at the edge of her bed just talking. Ever much a tease, sis had been sat with just the top of her pj's on. It was always something of a contest between his ability to hold a reasonable conversation with her and the distraction of those silky mini briefs she favoured wearing. Red, yellow, pink, purple, green, ivory -- the colours changed daily. Being thin and silky the panties would easily show dampness through and this was even more of a distraction; he loved looking at them.
Mo smiled, "You're going to miss me."
"No, there will be loads to do. Won't have time."
"Are you sure you packed everything?"
"Yes sis." Why did she sometimes treat him like a child? He was 18, not 8.
Here he was now, already missing her. She had always been there to take his mind off any troubles he had. Andy loved the chats though sometimes he just couldn't understand how time had passed so very quickly. No matter what problems of the day had been, talking to Mo was good, relaxing. She liked to hear about his day, what the girls had said to him. Had they admired at his trim, lean, fit body? What had they talked about? Had he kissed any today? He really must tell her all about them.
After Andy left her, to sleep in his own room he knew that Mo would visit the bathroom and go through her usual routine, wash, cream on face and hands, clean teeth and deposit panties in the laundry basket. At home he usually took no time at all to fall asleep, often wondering what his sister had done during the day to moisten and soil those soft, smooth, damp, relaxing panties.
Most mornings, whatever time he awoke he knew those panties would be in the basket awaiting him, still damp. Unless he was late for college it only took a few moments for him to deeply inhale the delicate earthy, musky sexual aromas they held, several times, and to rub that silky material up and down his cock until he discharged his load. Usually, unless the washing had been done, there would be a previous day's pair deeper down the pile. He would hold the fresher gusset to his nose, inhaling time and time again while rubbing the silk of the other pair the length of his cock until his cum shot out into the toilet bowl.
Mo, of course, knew her brother's pervy tricks but she loved him. He was shy but with a good, fit body which he wasn't reluctant to show her; working out regularly in the small college gym paid dividends in the form of a firm six-pack, muscular legs and arms. She took pride too in having given him his first blow job when he was much younger, and many more since then.
Andy's reverie hadn't helped the state of his cock hidden well under the duvet. He dare not lie on his back though, as solid as he was; his cock would give his horniness away. He looked around the room - no-one was stirring, he reached into the front zipped pocket of his rucksack next to the bed and pulled out a pair of his sister's panties which she had sneaked into there without telling him. They were pale mauve, the ones she had worn on Saturday, the soaked, sodden panties that had seeped through to stain his shorts. The soft, silky panties still held plenty of Mo's special pussy fragrance. Aware of his forthcoming trip she had carefully folded them, still very damp, into a poly zipbag. Deeply scented, her sodden pussy having drenched every fibre. Turning back over, he pulled the duvet upto his head, put the panties to his nose, inhaled deeply.The lovely, absorbing, devinely enchanting, private, secret smell of Mo's sex.
He needed whatever strong musky perfume was there, he needed it badly, he needed it to arouse him with sister's very sexy, ever so slightly pissy odour. He inhaled deeply again letting the precious scent seep into his brain then began to stroke his cock ... gently, ever so gently back and forth. He didn't want the bed to creak, he didn't want others to notice the movement. Ever so gently so no-one would know, such a soft but firm touch, his finger and thumb deftly drawing his foreskin over the sensitive head and back again, aided by his own lubrication.
He could picture his sister in the shower. Soaping her small breasts, her tiny but sensitive breasts; no cleavage at all. Gently soaping her nipples with her eyes shut. Caressing her slippery soaped breasts as her hand moved down to her secret, sexual place. Smooth there too, always smooth. She had shown him, let him watch her shave herself, taken time to let him see her vee, her valley. She had enjoyed allowing, requesting, persuading him to run his finger down and feel the smoothness, taught him to linger and trace a fingernail along the sensitive sides of the deep valley. Let him see inside her while pulling her pussy lips apart to shave there. She had taken the time to point out to him that secret nub of pleasure that all girls have, made him touch it, caress it gently, kiss and lick it tenderly. Sometimes she shaved him. He'd been rock solid every time as she shaved his balls while gently moving his foreskin back and forward and every time he had cum ...
... Just as he was doing now. Fuck! His load was about to shoot out under the duvet. He tried to stop but had reached the point of no return. He just managed to catch most of it in the loose fabric of his boxers. What was he doing? Had he been seen? He had only meant to rub, tickle his balls and stroke his cock gently, not cum. Only to tease himself, cock buzz, so later he could wank later in private. Now his hand and boxers were wet with cum. They would need washing. What if anyone saw the starchy dried cum?
During his time of daydream the dorm was starting to stir. Two girls from the Netherlands were already up and a couple more of his group were talking as Andy slipped off his messy boxers, reached over again and pulled out clean pair whilst dropping the messy ones in the drawer to be sorted out later. Rapidly pulling his boxers on followed by a tee he got out of bed, pulled on his jeans, grabbed towel and soap and made for the bathroom.
Hmmm, the bathroom. Another communal area. Separate showers and changing areas, wc's etc, but common wash bowls. The blonde haired girls who had got up before him were in here. Not dressed though, with just a bathrobe to cover them. They'd had a shower and were drying hair. One of the girls obviously didn't notice her bathrobe was gaping a little. It gaped enough for Andy to get more than a glimpse of nipple as he brushed his teeth far more carefully than he'd done for a long time. She bent slightly and he could just make out the rounded top of her breast, the pinky brown coloured nipple standing firm and proud. Proud to be on display? Proud to show any male admirer how beautiful a nipple could be? Maybe so, but that proud nipple's owner wasn't aware ... Or was she?
Just time for a shower now and down for breakfast. Alison came down a few moments later and walked over to sit with him rather than with her two friends.
"Hi," said Andy. "Have a good night's kip?"
"Great," she replied. "I was shattered after the long journey."
"Me too, I slept like a log until about 6.30 this morning. Then I couldn't get back to sleep. Any idea what the group is doing today?"
"I think," said Alison, "There's a get-together then a short walk. I don't suppose many will want anything longer after the journey."
Breakfast over, they went down to the short meeting. The walk was more or less on flat ground for a couple of hours. There would be a much longer one the day after. Andy expected Alison to keep up with her two friends but she seemed to favour lagging back and chatting with him.
The group had walked for 2 or 3 kilometers when for apparently no reason at all Alison grabbed Andy's hand and held gently on to it for most of the walk. He just wasn't used to girls taking to him so quickly but I guess most of the formalities had been dealt with on the coach journey. Alison's hand just fit nicely into his own. Soft smooth skin, a lovely soft warm, slightly damp hand to hold just like his sister's.
Another 3 kilometers and the walk was over, they had the rest of the day to themselves. Andy was most surprised to see Alison's two friends head into Interlaken without her, having come into the dorm and said simply "See you later Ali."
Alison and Andy set off towards town at a slow leisurely pace taking in the breathtaking scenery around them, stopping and looking at anything and everything worth seeing. Again she took his hand and this time interlocked fingers with him. They talked and talked, time passing without either of them taking any notice. It was as if they were in their own world, totally lost in each other. Does anyone truly believe in love at first sight? Time would tell. Arriving in town almost an hour after they set off, they called in a street cafe just off Hoheweg for a coffee and delicious apfel strudel. That nicely digested they did the tour of the overpriced souvenir shops and called in the tourist information office.
