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A MOTHER’S PROMISE
Bobby discovers sister’s and mother’s panties. (eNJOY)
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Thanks to an unsuspecting older sister, and my understanding and accommodating mother, I finished my eighteenth year on earth with a newly found and undeniable appreciation for panties.
When we were growing up, it was common to see my older sister, Linda, in her t-shirts and panties. In fact, as long as it was only family members in the house, we all felt comfortable running around in our underwear. We had simply always done it and it was no biggie. I never even thought anything about it and never looked at my sister in anything other than a sisterly manner until that fateful summer day when everything changed for me.
Linda was home from college and like most other Saturday mornings, we were all moving slowly. The proceeding evening, she and I made some loose plans to go out job hunting and as we discussed it during breakfast, my Father told us we weren’t going anywhere until our rooms looked ‘livable’.
“I don’t care if you’re eighteen years old,” he said to both of us, “If you’re going to live here you’re going to have to keep your rooms picked up.” He went on to add the whole “don’t expect your mother to do it anymore” speech as he told us we weren’t going anywhere until the rooms were (what he called) ‘spic and span’.
Mom suggested we team up and tackle each room together so we could both get done quicker. We used to do that as kids and it seemed like a way to get out of the house sooner, so off we went to dust, vacuum, change the linens and pick stuff up off the floor. We were working in her room when I had my first “hands on” panty encounter.
I was picking up and dusting while she was taking the sheets off her bed. As she gathered the sheets into a bunch she could carry down to Mom, a pair of her panties fell from the bundle to the floor. I watched as she picked them up and held them to her nose. She made a contorted face and then just as matter-of-factly as she had smelled them, she tossed them into her laundry hamper in the corner of her room. My guess was that her sniff test told her the panties were not clean.
She brushed by me with her arms full of sheets and I heard her bound down the stairs toward the laundry room. Curiously, I inched over to her laundry hamper, reached in and pulled out the panties. Examining the soft garment, I saw that it had some faint white marks on the inside. Mimicking her, I held them to my nose and took a sniff.
Truthfully, I didn’t know what to expect but, I found the aroma of her panties curiously interesting. Continuing to sniff, I was suddenly overcome with feelings I hadn’t dealt with before. Damn, is this what she smelled like ‘down there’? Why hadn’t I noticed this before? Up until that instant, I truthfully had never even considered a pair of worn panties to be anything other than underwear that was already worn. But now, holding them in my hands and smelling them, I came to the instant realization that I was one lucky guy.
I’m not sure when it happened, but, my cock was affected in a way I can only describe as ‘immediate’. Holding her panties to my nose, the feeling between my legs became urgent and I became painfully aware of my ‘stiffie’. It was a little more than a stiffie, too, it was a full blown hard-on, throbbing and jutting out of my own underwear in a most obscene fashion. I was mortified to find this one appear so fast and be so hard. I mean it was almost instant and it was rock hard. I felt it pulse and it almost hurt.
Now, by the time you’re eighteen, you’ve heard enough things and possibly seen enough things to have at least some understanding about girls and sex. Even though I was still a virgin and had very little real experience with girls, I had heard and read things about a woman’s vagina getting ‘wet’, especially when she was turned on, and I wondered if that was what I smelled in Linda’s panties. I didn’t know exactly how the ‘wet’ thing happened, or anything other than it could happen, but, it seemed like a hypothesis I wanted to research.
Until that day, the most attention I ever gave a pair of panties was when I was helping Mom with the laundry by gathering up the dirty clothes or folding them when they came out of the dryer. Yeah, I knew that boy’s underwear had a ‘fly’ and girls underwear didn’t. Of course, that’s so boys could pee without taking off their underwear. I never quite understood why my Mom’s and Linda’s panties were so radically different than mine, though. In contrast to my thick white cotton briefs, their panties were silky and colorful and they had bows and lace. Any way you sliced it, they looked a lot fancier than boy’s underwear did.
Jolting me back to reality, I heard my sister thumping up the stairs so I threw her panties back into the hamper. As she dragged the vacuum cleaner into the room, I pretended to be dusting off her dresser. Keeping myself turned away from her so she wouldn’t see my bulge, I busied myself until she turned the vacuum cleaner on. Thinking quickly, I reached into her clothes hamper and grabbed everything that was in there. I told her I would be right back and left the room, as if I was taking all of it down for Mom to wash.
As I heard her begin to vacuum the carpet, I ducked into my own room and dropped my armful of clothes on my bed. Looking through the pile, I found a total of four pairs of her panties and fished them all out. One by one, I looked inside at the crotch and gave each one a sniff. There was one pair that especially interested me. They were powder blue and very silky. The crotch was caked with white and the smell was strong much stronger than the other pair. Not wanting to be caught, I hurriedly hid the blue panties in my dresser and took the rest of the clothes down the stairs and into the laundry room.
There was already a pile of clothes on the floor there. These were obviously from my parent’s room because I could see my Dad’s boxer shorts, sox and undershirts mixed up inside the pile. Still holding my sister’s clothes in my arms, I used my foot to push my parent’s dirty clothes around until I saw what I was looking for…. a pair of my mother’s panties.
Dropping Linda’s dirty clothes and scooping up Mom’s panties, I made a run for my room. With my heart thumping and my stiffie trying to break a hole in my own underwear, I hid Mom’s panties in my drawer along side of Linda’s. My hands were shaking and I was out of breath. I couldn’t believe I was taking their panties, but, on the other hand, I was as sexually excited as I had ever been.
Hearing my sister turn off the vacuum, I left my room and opened the hall closet to get some fresh sheets for her bed. Entering her room, I was greeted by the sight of her bending over the vacuum and wrapping the cord around the handle of the vacuum cleaner. Her t-shirt had ridden up and I had a perfect view of her panty covered butt. Any other time I wouldn’t even have noticed, but on this day, I stood in the doorway and was totally captivated by what I saw.
I studied the way her panties stretched across her butt and the way they disappeared down between her legs. As she bent over, I could easily make out the back side of her vagina. I could see the gentle roundness of her mound cradled in her panties and a slight crease of the material caught between her lips from behind. As she wrestled with the cord, my sister spread her legs wider and shifted her weight. This enabled me to see the whole cotton crotch of her underwear from the back, knowing full well I was looking at the exact piece of fabric that was touching her whole vagina….. my own sister’s vagina.
Watching the show in front of me, I began scheming a plan to get my hands on those panties. Knowing full well she would take her bath or a shower after we finished cleaning our rooms, I would make sure to check her hamper or the laundry room until I found them.
Suddenly, I was startled out of my wits when my Mom walked up behind me, shook my arm and yelled “Boo!” She must have seen me standing in the hall holding the clean sheets for Linda’s bed, gawking at my bent over sister. I could only guess that I was so mesmerized by the sight of the show Linda was putting on that I was totally oblivious to anything else.
She scared the living crap out of me and I remember to this day the way I felt when it happened. I jumped and yelled at the same time. My lungs felt like they came up through my mouth and as I turned around to see what was behind me, I saw her standing with her hands on her hips laughing as hard as I had ever seen her laugh. Very funny, I thought. But, damn… did she see me checking out my sister?
Linda and I spent the next hour finishing our rooms together and I took every opportunity to look at her while she was bending, stooping or squatting. I got a good, close look directly into her crotch when we were picking up little pieces of plastic from my floor so she could vacuum.
She was squatting down and her legs were wide apart. I was only two or three feet away and directly across from her opened thighs. I saw the way her panties were stretched tightly across her crotch. Looking closely, I could see small blonde hairs sticking out the sides of her panties as she squatted. I was so close; I could literally count the little hairs poking out from under her crotch panel. “Shit,” I thought, “I’m looking at my sister’s pubic hair….. her pussy hair!” Looking even closer, I was sure I could see the outline of her lips. What a fool I had been for years….. all this was right here in my own house and I never even realized it.
I didn’t want to be obvious or risk another run in with my Mom, so I tried to play it cool as we worked. Once we were finished, Mom checked our rooms, told us we had done a good job and told us we were free to go out if we wanted to. I hung back to see what Linda was going to do, and sure enough, I heard her go into the bathroom and turn the shower on.