She chuckled. “I know. I could feel your prostate gland beneath my finger. When it started to get hard, I knew you were about to blast. I’m sorry we had to tease you like that, Bobby, but it turned out okay, don’t you think?”
As usual, she was right. After I heard my sister talk about her sexual activities and saw my mother’s general acceptance of it, I guess my panty and feminine desires didn’t seem that far out, after all. I confessed to my mother how excited I was when she slowly lowered my panties in front of my sister, fully exposing me and making me stand there in all my erected glory.
“I knew that would terrify and excite you, baby.” She replied. “I remember the first time I did that to my brother. It was with one of my girlfriends from school. He stood there in utter shock as I pulled his panties down to his knees and made him stand there while she looked at him.” She laughed and added, “He was so worked up, as soon as she touched his cock he squirted all over her chest. She had never seen a boy cum before and she got the surprise of her life.”
Her story generated new stiffness in my loins and I yearned to hear more about my mother’s sexual exploits with her brother. However, she stood and pulled me to her and kissed me tenderly. “Thanks for making me cum, sweetie, but I need to get going or I’ll be late for my appointment.” She said.
She told me to go into her bathroom and wipe her pussy juice off my face. When I returned, she peeled her panties down her legs, folded them into a small square and set them on her dresser. “You can have these tonight, Bobby. Right now you have to go back to your sister.”
I turned to leave, but she reached out and stopped me. Pushing the hair out of my eyes and then resting her hands on my chest, she bent her head to the side and looked at me. “Bobby, what I’m about to ask is important to me, and, I won’t make you do it if you don’t want to…. but, would you promise me you won’t fuck my daughter while I’m gone today?”
Her words shocked me. I looked at her with questioning eyes and she answered my look. “Bobby, I saw the look on her face when she was holding your cock and stroking you. She wants to fuck your brains out, sweetie. If you have a weak moment and start thinking with your little head while I’m gone, I think she’ll be all over you.”
“Don’t worry,” I answered, “I already promised you I wouldn’t do anything with her, remember?”
“Well, the situation has changed, Bobby.” She explained. “She’s definitely not a virgin anymore, and she’s on birth control and she has, after all, had oral sex with your father and apparently had some group sex experiences. Plus, given my relationship with my own brother, I can’t honestly see the two of you not becoming sexual. Truthfully, I expect it now and I would be extremely happy for both of you if you found each other in that way.”
I was stunned. The thought of having my sister and my mother, both people I cared deeply for, in a loving and sexual relationship was profound and titillating.
“But,” she said, “it can’t start today. That’s all I’m asking. Would you promise me that?”
I nodded my head and kissed her cheek. She crinkled her nose and smiled back at me. “Sweetheart, if you keep your promise, I have a special surprise to give you. Now go back in there and do whatever your sister tells you to do, and remember, I’m going to be very disappointed in you if you cum even one drop!”
She opened the door enough for me to slip out into the hallway. I heard the door shut behind me and at the same time my sister peeked out from her room at me. I must have had a grin the size of Texas on my face as I entered her room because as soon as I walked past her, she looked back at my mother’s door to make sure it was shut and then said “You were in there a while. Did you get in trouble for something?”
“No,” I answered, “she just wanted to see if I was okay. I guess she thought you guys traumatized me in the kitchen, or something…. I guess. She wanted to talk about it, that’s all.”
“So,” my sister asked, “were you traumatized?”
“To tell you the truth, at first, I almost broke down in tears.” I answered truthfully. “It was humiliating and embarrassing to know your own sister was seeing you dressed in her panties. I didn’t know how you were going to take it. Then, when mom stared to undress me, I started to feel weak. You know, though, when she pulled my panties down and I saw you staring at my cock, all the fear went away and I felt much better. It was so exciting to be naked and exposed. I swear, the feeling I got with you looking my cock was unbelievable. It was something I dreaded and something I wanted, all at the same time.”
She walked over to me and reached out to grab my cock. “Hmm, so you enjoyed it when mom lowered my cute little panties down your legs and made you stand exposed like that, huh? You got all excited with your dick hanging out, dripping and pointing? Why, you’re just the perfect little exhibitionist, aren’t you, little brother. I bet you would love to expose yourself to me again and jerk off right in front of me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes.” I answered. It was true. My first little tastes of being naked in front of my mother, and then in front of my sister, were beyond what I would call enthralling.
“Yeah,” she replied, “I bet you would.” Then she asked, “Would you be more turned on if you undressed yourself, or if someone undressed you? What if I did it? What if I pulled those panties down right now?” She asked, pointing to the pink panties I wore since last night. “Would that turn you on?”
“Yes,” I answered, “I already told you it would.”
Then, smiling at me and reaching out to my hips, my sister whisked my panties down, leaving them at my ankles. “There,” she said, “hand them to me.” I stepped out of her panties and handed them to her. Naked and with my cock poking up obscenely, I stood proudly as she looked at my manhood.
“I think it’s better for you to be naked right now, anyway,” she said, “since we’re going to be trying on clothes for a while.”
We were still standing close together and it was then I saw the look in her eye that my mom referred to. She touched the tip of my cock and smeared a drop of pre-cum around my cockhead. “You really do like this, Bobby, I can tell.” She mused. “I like it, too,” she added, “and mom was right, you do have a very nice cock.”
“You’re much bigger than dad is,” she said, “did mom tell you?”
“No,” I answered, “we never discussed him.”
“Well, you are,” she replied, “he’s got a nice one, but yours is bigger. I can see why she wanted to suck it. Believe me, any woman would want to suck this one.”
Then she surprised me by pulling her shirt over her head. “My boobs aren’t as big as moms are,” she said as she cupped them in the palms of her hands, “but, there’re pretty sensitive. My nipples really get hard sometimes.”
“Do you want to be naked together, Bobby?” She asked. “Can you control yourself? You know what mom said — no jerking off.”
“I remember,” I replied, “I won’t.”
While I watched, she looked at me coyly and began to pull her own panties down, very, very slowly. Once she got them to her knees, she stepped out of them. “Bet you didn’t know I had a bald pussy, did you?” She asked, pulling her panties up to her nose and sniffing them.
“Well,” I answered, starring at her perfectly bald mound, “mom told me you usually shaved during the summertime because of your swimsuits.” I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy. It was gorgeous with the most perfectly shaped lips — just a little puffy with her clit barely peeking out at the top.
“Well that used to be the case.” She said. “Just between us, dad paid to have my pussy hair permanently removed last semester while I was at school. We did those new laser hair removal treatments. I love it like this, too, and so does dad.”
“You’re beautiful,” I said, admiring her flesh colored lips and her petite breasts, “can I see down there, you know, uh, closer?”
“I might let you,” she answered, “but first, I want you to tell me how you got started with all this panty sniffing and wanting to wear our panties. I’ve been dying to hear all about that.”
Linda pulled her chair away from her desk and perched on the edge of the chair. She motioned me over and then pulled me in front of her, between her spread legs. “Hold it out for me,” she asked, referring to my cock, and then said, “and tell me how it started.”
I put my hand around my cock and held it out to her. I moaned as my sister bent her head down and rubbed her cheek against it. Then she rubbed her nose down my shaft, stopping when she was half way down.
She abruptly stopped and looked up at me. “Bobby, did you fuck our mother when you were in there?” She asked with a serious look on her face.
“No!” I answered.
“That’s a crock of shit. I can smell it. I know what pussy smells like,” she said, “and it’s all over your cock!”
“Oh,” I replied, “it must be my hands. See?” I said, holding out my hands for her to sniff.
I watched curiously as my sister sniffed my cock and then my hands — back and forth until she was sure the pussy smell was coming from my hands and not my cock. “So you had your hands in our mother’s pussy? Did you finger her and get her off?”
“No, Linda. I didn’t fuck her and I didn’t finger her.” I answered.
“Well, what then?” She retorted. “Your hands smell like pussy. How do you explain that?”
“I can’t say anything right now, Linda. I know you already admitted that you and dad are doing things, but, I don’t know if mom would want me to talk about any of this, especially if she wasn’t here.” I hoped my explanation would be sufficient, but it wasn’t.
“Oh, come on, Bobby.” She said, as she reached out to wrap her hand around my balls, loosely. “Your hands smell like pussy! If she and I are the only girls here and I know your hands weren’t in my pussy, then it stands to reason you were doing something with her in that room. If you tell me what you did, I’ll tell you some of the stuff dad and I have done.”
Her offer was appealing. I desperately wanted to know if dad had fucked her, and what else they had done. Apparently it had been going on for a while because she admitted to me that dad paid to have her pussy hair removed while she was at college.
Then she tried another angle. “If you tell me, I’ll suck your cock?” She offered, with a big grin on her face.
The next thing I know her warm mouth was closing around my excited member, sucking around the tip and slobbering all over me. “Come on,” she said, lifting her head off my cock, “I’ll suck you off all the way and let you cum in my mouth if you tell me what you were doing in there.”
“Linda, you heard what mom said, remember? She told me not to cum.” I answered. And as much I hated to say the words, I told her she might as well stop because I wasn’t going to tell her.