I’ve read here about brothers and sisters...even fathers and daughters....and uncles and nieces. Usually, I just read the first few lines and move on. I won’t say incest disgusts me....I can understand why it might happen, but it hadn’t happened to me. I read one story and it cracked a memory........
I must have been fifteen or so. Like most teenagers, tidiness was something other people had and my room often looked like a bomb had gone off in it. My mom was always on my case about it. Bras and panties often didn’t make it to the hamper, and now and then mom would just scoop everything off the floor and it would reappear a couple days later washed. One day, mom took me to one side and asked me outright if I was having sex. She wasn’t angry but she wanted to know if I needed to go on the pill, and more than anything else, she wanted to be convinced that I understood the risks of STDs. Embarrassed much! I wondered why now? What had brought this on so suddenly? Worse still, I could tell mom didn’t believe my outraged NO in response to her questions. It took me a couple days to pluck up the courage to ask her why. By way of answer, she hauled my ass into the laundry room and rummaged around in the piles of dirty laundry and produced two pairs of my panties. “Take a look. Tell me what you see”. What I saw was one pair with my usual (heavy) pussy stains on them.....but the other pair were really heavily covered. “Smell them.” Mom said. Taking a quick scent of the first pair, all I could smell was me. The second pair though.....h-o-l-y f-u-c-k! They smelled really weird. Mom said. “It’s sperm. If you’re not having sex, someone is using your panties.” I then got a lecture about boys liking girls scent, stealing panties, jacking off into them.......ewww! Except it wasn’t ewww! Not at all. I felt amazing! Someone was using MY scent.....MY pussy......MY cunt! (Yes, when I wanted to be ‘grown up’ back then I’d whisper dirty words to myself....and they worked!) But who? Dad? Hardly! My brother? Hmmm. Maybe, I guess. It didn’t take long to work out who it was though. My uncle had been looking at me weirdly ever since I started developing. The only time my panties were creamed up like this was when he visited. I started to leave them out for him. I didn’t fancy him or anything like that....I just enjoyed the power trip. In bed, I’d touch myself, imagining him making a move on me, or more usually, I’d be watching him smell my panties while he jacked off. Just as in my mind he came, he would catch his cum into the panties. That made me cum. Hmm....this has made me really horny.
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