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For as long as I could remember, I've heard stories of clothing dryers stealing odd
socks here and there. However I hadn't heard any stories of them stealing the odd
pair of panties from time to time, until I found out all about it first hand. You
see there were several months when I wasn't seeing all of my panties make it back
to my room in the laundry. Of course I noticed but how do you explain to your parents
that you're missing panties, and NOT have them suspect the boy you've been seeing?
One particular day when I was gathering up all of the dirty laundry to take downstairs
I noticed a pair in the basket that I hadn't worn in a while. In fact I didn't
remember seeing them around for a while before they popped up. When I picked them
up I noticed, they had a bit of a dried stain on the front. It only took me a minute
to realize what I was looking at. A few dried streaks of cum across my unicorn
panties. I figured I would just let it go. If my dirty little pervert brother got
his rocks off on my panties once, it might just be best left un-questioned.
I was wrong though to think it would just be the once. I found more and more pairs
stuffed into the middle of my dirty laundry basket over the next few weeks. All of
them had the same dried cumshots on the fronts. Now it was just getting creepy.
I started to see a pattern from checking my dirty laundry, that he was sneaking them
into the middle of the pile after school. He got home a little earlier than me on
most days. Of course it was just a hunch, until I got a ride home a bit earlier than
usual one day. I checked my dirty laundry and didn't find any dirty pairs snuck into
them, but I did realize a pair was missing from my dresser drawer. He'd been home
for about 20 minutes before me.
I crept down the hallway to his bedroom door and cupped my ear to it. I couldn't hear
anything going on inside. No video games, no music, no sound at all. Maybe he wasn't
here after all? I turned the knob on the door and pushed it open. As I stepped in,
half expecting to find an empty room to rifle through looking for my stolen panties,
instead I got quite a different sight.
My little brother, completely naked, on his knees and leaning forward onto one hand
with a pair of my panties spread out on the floor below him. The other hand, was
working it's hardest on his cock as my little ass tensed up just a bit. I snapped
back to my senses as soon as he spun around on his knees to look at me. The sound of
the door had gotten his attention I guess, and even though he started yelling and
screaming at me instantly, it seemed like minutes before my eyes broke free from
looking directly down at his hardon in his hand.
I turned and left his room, walking back up the hall to my room, while he kept shouting
about his privacy, and how I should never open his door without knocking. I closed my
door behind me as I got back to my room, still in shock over what I had just seen.
Outside of my door though, I started to hear his yelling and screaming change to a soft
crying, then the word please over and over. I stood by my door to listen, and sure
enough my little brother was in the hallway just on the other side, still completely
naked, crying and begging me not to tell anyone what I'd walked in on. Then he started
to ask for me to forgive him, and pleaded how sorry he was to steal my panties.
Thinking what any caring older sister would think in this situation, if they were
ever in this situation, I guess... I decided to spare his feelings and forgive him.
I opened my door, standing in the doorway with my arms crossed, looking down at my
little brother on his naked knees, tears on his face, and told him I wasn't going to
tell our parents or anyone about it. I told him I wouldn't even make fun of him about
it as long as he answered a few questions for me first. He agreed even before I was
done telling him.
"How long have you been stealing my panties?" I asked. He said it was a few months.
"How many pairs of them have you taken" I followed up. He wasn't sure.
"Every day you do this?" "No, just maybe once a week" he sniffled.
"Do you use mom's panties at all?" "NO! Just yours!" "Really? Why just mine?" I asked,
truly curious. He didn't have a reply to that, and instead just lowered his head and
started to mumble. "Speak up. Why mine?" I snapped. I didn't have to wait for him to
reply though. "You, you like me, like that? Do you, think about me when you do this?!"
He looked up at me, and started to apologize even more. He explained to me that he
only started to think about me like that recently. At first he was just using a pair
of his socks, but when he couldn't find any clean socks one afternoon, he got the idea
to sneak into my room and use a pair of mine. After that, he started to think a pair
of my panties would be more fun, and he began to imagine them on me from time to time.
At this point, I took him by the hand and led him back to his bed room. Pushing him
inside and closing the door behind us. I look down at the floor, at the pair of my
panties spread out in the middle of his room. I realized they were still dry, and asked
just to make sure, if he had cum before I walked in. He close his eyes for a second
and shook his head no. He said it usually takes him awhile to "finish playing" as he
called it.
I had him kneel back by the panties on the floor and I knelt down beside him. Scared
and nervous, he asked what I was going to do, and I softly explained to him that it
wouldn't be good for him to stop without "finishing". I didn't even really know at the
time if that was true or not, but I mean fuck it, I'm kneeling in my little brothers
room while he's nude with my panties spread out in front of him. Might as well get a
little curiosity out of the way while I can right?
I told him to put his hand back on his cock, and start to do what he normal does. He
begged me not to make him do it in front of me, but I told him that I just wanted to make
sure that he was doing it the best way he could. I slipped my hand down to his knee and
ran it up his thigh, curling my fingers around his shaft and started to give it soft
strokes. He got hard almost immediately, and we were both surprised at how hard he got
in such a short time. Trying to keep my composure I told him it was totally normal to
masturbate. Everyone, especially every single boy in the world, does it, ALL the time.
While I reassured him that he was in fact normal, forgetting to mention the slight
difference that he was using his sisters panties as a cum target, I realized my hand was
working almost instinctively.
Up and down his shaft it went, gently moving the skin on his shaft while it made the trip
from the base to the head and back. "Is this how you usually do it?" I asked in a soft
voice. "Ye...yes" he stuttered. "Well, I think I know why it takes a while then." I
added with a smile as I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "It needs to be just
a little more slippery. Let me know how this feels."
I pulled my hand up off of his cock, licking it from the palm up to the tips of my fingers
and then again. When I wrapped it back around his stiff little dick again he gave out a
small sigh. "Now, does that feel a little better than before?" I asked with a smirk.
He closed his eyes and nodded as my hand now slipped up and down his shaft easier and
faster than before. Each time I reached the top, I added a small twist over the head
as my palm closed over it. He started to shudder and I told him to lean forward like
he did before. He got into position on all fours over my panties. I licked and switched
my hand around so that I was tugging down on his wet hard cock, keeping up a good pace.
"Are...are you mad at me?" he stammered out between deep breaths and sighs. "No sweetie,
I'm not mad anymore." I reassured him. "But... but you're going to... to make me finish?"
"Yes. It's okay. I was just upset that you took my panties without asking, that's all" I
added. A few moans and grunts as his little ass started to tense up, and I figured he
was pretty close to his orgasm. "Shhh... just let it happen like you always do." I
whispered.
The streams of cum that he shot down at my panties weren't as thick as the boyfriends I'd
jerked off in the past. I guess because he was younger there just wasn't as much cum
to give, but he did get a good 2 or 3 shots off before the rest just started to dribble
out and collect on my fingers as I milked him like a little cow. My other hand rubbed his
ass lightly and I slowed down to let him relax. A kiss on the cheek and I sent him to
take a shower, and reminded him that I wouldn't tell anyone about this.
As he ran up the hall to the bathroom, I collected my thoughts and looked down at a fresh
puddle of my little brothers cum sitting on a stripped pair of my panties on his floor.
I picked them up, walked back to my room, and closed my door.
Almost in a trance I pulled my jeans and panties off that I was wearing, laid back on my
bed and ran a finger through the jizz he'd shot just a few moments earlier. I dabbed
some of his fresh cum onto my clit with my fingers, and then curled them into myself and
closed my eyes so I could enjoy my own orgasm next.
This post has been edited by DoujinMonkey: 05 November 2010 - 12:08 AM
