A very short TRUE story by way of introducing myself to the site while I find my feet here. X
I grew up huffing on my sisters knickers that she left on the bathroom floor.
She is one year older than me.
And it started when we were both teens. After every shower she had I’d be in there looking. And there was always a pair.
Until one day.
I went in after her shower. Nothing there. I was so scared she knew what I was up to. I went to my room all sad. Five mins later she she opened my door and threw a pair in! Then shut the door.
She had known the whole time and was happy to indulge me.
We never spoke of it once.
That one gesture tho. Makes me wonder what happened when she went back to her room. Did she get on with life, not bothered. Did she feel icky having just given her VERY worn knickers to her BROTHER. Or did she sit and smile knowing how much it meant to me. Maybe she even sat and imagined me enjoying them. Il never know. It was magical. I was horny as hell. And while other lads at school were talking about pop stars and which actress they wanna fuck I was thinking there’s nobody could compare to my sister. Nobody. It wasn’t just the fact I was smelling her vag (and arse) in those panties. It was the fact I knew it was my sister. So close in ages. Grew up together. So wrong. So right.
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