As far as Tom was concerned it was his sister’s fault. It
was normal for a 16 year old boy to be a bit kinky wasn’t it?
Girls were supposed to be different, more sensible, more
in control.
His sister Becky seemed to have it all, she was head-girl
at their school, respected, intelligent and beautiful.
How was he to know that she was just as kinky as him? Kinkier
even, maybe it was in their genes. Maybe their father had
been a bit of a pervert also. Tom and Becky’s father had been
dead for 6 years, which might go someway to explaining the
wayward behaviour of the kids - no father figure being around
to guide them. Their mother Lynn tried her hardest but was
too timid when it came to discipline.
Tom had been masturbating for years, long before he had
even reached puberty. He remembered the surprise he had
at the first time he actually produced sperm when ejaculating,
the messy sperm shooting out and covering his own face.
It was around this period that he really started noticing
girls. The slim legs of the girls at school, the miniskirts,
the occasional flash of panties would be enough to have
Tom running to the washroom to relieve himself.
He knew early on that he had a bit of a panty fetish. This fetish
was not helped at all by his sister’s habit of stripping
off when home from school and walking around the house in
just her vest and pants. Tom loved the way his sister’s body
was developing, by the time she was 17 she was already 5’10”
with long, long slim legs. Every month her breasts seemed
to fill out more, they were already DD. Tom knew this from
his frequent raids to his sisters underwear drawer.
He enjoyed the changes in Becky’s style of panties. He observed
over the years how the large white school drawers started
to disappear until now, at 17 years old, she had a beautiful
collection of wafer thin, small panties and the tiniest
of G-strings. Was it any wonder he had developed a fetish?
Nothing would get Tom harder than watching his sister bend
over in her vest and panties, reaching for some object or
other. The thin, tiny, triangle of nylon would stretch
over her pussy lips - leaving nothing to the imagination.
Yes, he’d feel guilty about ogling his own sister like that
but that was part of the attraction. It was all rather taboo.
She did seem to bend over a lot when Tom was around. He’d always
wondered if she was teasing him. There was hell to pay if
she caught him staring at her though. She had a temper and
would hit and slap at him calling him a little pervert, but
then she’d saunter off with an exaggerated model’s walk,
swaying her fantastic arse.
Tom had been hearing the rumours for months now. How his
sister was supposed to be involved with a teacher at their
school, Mr Brown the English Language teacher. He was twice
her age and married. One of the rumours was that she had been
caught sucking on Mr Browns cock. Of course Tom could not
ask his sister about this but it aroused him to think of his
sister with a cock in her mouth.
Tom did a bit of investigating himself but this only involved
rifling through his sisters dirty underwear basket. He
told himself he was looking for clues to his sister’s shenanigans,
she shouldn’t be involved with her teacher after all. He
was looking for sperm in the gusset of her panties that might
lead him to believe she was actually fucking. He never did
find any but what he did find was an endless supply of wet
panties! It seemed as if his sister could not walk down the
street without her pussy getting wet. Tom revelled in his
sisters’ smell and would ‘borrow’ two pairs of Becky’s
pants to masturbate with. One to tighten around his hard
cock and one to stick his nose into, smelling his sister,
licking the gusset even – tasting his sister as he pulled
himself off.
Panty sniffing became the event that started off Tom’s
weekend. His mother had her Bridge night every Friday and
could be guaranteed to be out of the house with her boring
friends until at least 11 o’clock. Becky would hang with
her friends and wouldn’t get back until nearer midnight.
Both of them could be relied on to be a little tipsy by the
time they came back. So every Friday night Tom would search
through his sister’s dirty laundry, looking for the wettest
most recent discarded knickers. He would lie on his bed
sniffing his sister’s smell before unloading his spunk
all over her precious undergarments.
That was what was supposed to happen. Tom hadn’t considered
that one Friday night things might just be different.
It was a Friday night and Tom was home and already hard. He
was wondering what lovely panties he was going to find as
he dreamily walked into his sisters bedroom. As the door
swung open and he charged in he was stopped in his tracks
by the sight before him. His big sister was on the floor on
her knees, she was wearing only her panties, Tom’s eyes
were initially drawn to the thin film of panty stretched
across his sisters pussy, he could see the dark patch indicating
how wet she was as her fingers toyed with the material. As
much of a turn on as this was it was the sight of his sister
wide open mouth that really froze Tom to the spot. Her mouth
was wide open but not empty, his sister’s mouth was full
of…… COCK!
Standing in front of Becky was a man in a suit, it wasn’t Mr
Brown, the English teacher, but whoever it was had his cock
buried deep in his sister’s throat. Tom recovered himself
just as Becky pulled the cock from her mouth. He ran from
the room just as the first of the expletives issued from
his sister were hurled at him.
Tom’s heart was beating hard as he sat down on his bed, he
looked down and found his cock hard also. He couldn’t help
himself and unbuttoned his trousers causing his cock to
bounce out and upwards. He couldn’t wait, he didn’t have
his desired wet panties to wank over but he did have the mental
image of his big-titted sister with a mouth full of cock.
Tom was beating himself furiously when the door to his bedroom
flew violently open; he only just had time to drag a sheet
across his exposed state.
“Just what the fuck do you think you were doing in my room?”
screamed his sister.
She stood there visibly shaking. She had donned a T-shirt
to cover her breasts but it did nothing to hide the aroused
state of her nipples.
“I….. I….. I don’t know” Tom mumbled weakly.
“You don’t fucking know? What do you mean you don’t fucking
know?”
“I, I just went in to get something. I didn’t know you were
there” Tom said.
“I want to know why you were in my room” demanded Becky.
“I can’t tell you, it’s too embarrassing”
“Too embarrassing” Becky screamed.
“ You just walked in on me naked with my art teachers cock
in my mouth! That’s embarrassing”.
“Ok, I went in to get…… to get some of your……things…….your
panties” Tom wailed.
“You dirty little pervert, it’s not even my clean ones is
it? I used to wonder about some of my clean panties disappearing
and turning up in my laundry. It was you, you pervert. You’ve been wanking into my underwear haven’t
you?”
Tom felt he couldn’t deny it. “ Yes”, he replied weakly.
“You dirty filthy pervert. It’s no longer my clean one’s
though is it, you like my used one’s better don’t you”.
Again Tom felt he couldn’t deny it. “Yes”.
“And do you like to sniff them”.
Tom lowered his head. “
