Top Tip
Copyright© 2024 by Its a skirt, not a kilt
Chapter 2
Andrea’s phone buzzed on the table and she picked it up to look. She laughed and showed it to Sophie, who shook her head at him.
Oh well, It was worth a try. His mum was speaking to Sophie, and being a little weird about it. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was ... Off...
“I need to go to the loo.” Sophie excused herself and headed into the downstairs toilet. Sliding the bolt across the door, she pulled down her shorts and knickers and released the contents of her bladder into the toilet bowl. The morning had been an absolutely wild ride. And now that it was safely past, she laughed at the memory of the sheer terror of the near miss. How fucked would they have been if Mrs Thompson had walked in on them all wearing those dresses. She looked down at her shorts and panties. She was still a little horny from earlier. Andrea had turned her on so much. She felt her lips curling up in a smile as she kicked off her shorts and undies. Pulling her shorts back on and up to her knees, she stood and tore some toilet roll off to dry herself. She tossed the soiled paper into the toilet and flushed, doing up the button on her shorts. She slipped the panties into her pocket, washed her hands and headed back into the kitchen.
Sophie sat back down next to him, casually dropping her hand onto his leg. He felt something soft within her grip as her hand landed.
Has she ... He placed his hand on hers and she slipped it out from under his grasp, leaving something behind. She fucking has! He hastily took hold of his new prize and moved it to his own pocket.
He had to look at them. He scraped his chair back and headed for the doorway.
“And, where do you think you are going young lad, you know the rules...”
“I’ll be back in a moment mum.”
“See that you do...”
Shaun was so excited that it took him three goes to slide the privacy bolt home. The cistern was still refilling, the sound echoing around the inside of the small room as he excitedly pulled Sophie’s knickers out of his pocket. He doubted any males in his class had seen what he had seen this morning. He also doubted any of them had seen something so intimate of Sophie’s, let alone held it in their hand.
There was a faint discolouration in the middle of the white pad in the gusset. Shaun lifted the panties up to his nose and inhaled the scent. There was definitely a hint of something he had never smelt before. He tentatively touched the tip of his tongue to the cotton. Disappointingly, he could not discern any taste.
Filled with daring, he dropped his shorts and removed his sister’s panties, pulling Sophie’s up in their place. They were a slightly tighter fit than his sister’s, but still sensuously smooth. He pulled his shorts back up and stuffed the panties into his pocket.
Back in the kitchen, Andrea was stacking the empty dirty dishes up next to the sink as it filled with hot soapy water. They did not have a dishwasher as mum thought it was ‘character building’ for them to do it. ‘Them’ being Shaun and his sister.
Shaun took up position in front of the sink. Andrea didn’t like washing dishes as she claimed that it did horrible things to her nails. So he tended to wash as she dried and put away. He looked at the window in front of the sink that looked out onto the street outside. He could see his reflection, but more importantly, he could just make out his mother’s. She was currently chatting away with Sophie.
He calmly slipped his hand into his pocket, scrunched his sister’s knickers into his hand and pulled his hand back out as he took a step to the side so that the side of his body was pressed to that of his sister’s. He held up his hand in front of his chest and opened his fist, letting the panties dangle from a fingertip.
Andrea stifled a surprised gasp as her hand quickly darted out and hastily grabbed her underwear dangling from his fingertip. She stuffed them in her pocket as he laughed. A moment later, she joined his laughter.
“What is up with you pair today?” Mrs Thompson asked of her children.
Turning round, Andrea looked her mother. “Nothing mum.” Then she looked Sophie straight in the eye. Sophie just smirked and Andrea knew. She just knew.
Sophie’s phone chose that moment to ring and she answered it.
“Yes, mum. I’m at Andrea’s. Okay. Uh-huh,” She turned away from Mrs Thompson, so that she couldn’t see her face, then rolled her eyes when she caught Andrea’s eye. “Yes. Do you want to speak to Mrs Thompson ... Okay. I’ll be home in a minute ... I said ‘Okay’ mum...” The call ended and she slipped her phone into her back pocket. “I have to go home.”
“I’ll see you Monday.” Andrea said with an amused smile.
“I’ll see you Monday.”
“I’ll see you Monday...” Shaun chipped in as well.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Dishes and chores done, brother and sister headed upstairs. She headed to her room, he headed to his.
“Shaun?”
“What?”
“Are you wearing,” She lowered her voice to a whisper, least their mother overhear, “Sophie’s knickers?”
He didn’t reply, instead he pulled the waistband of his shorts slightly down at his hip. It was enough.
Smiling, Andrea collapsed on her bed and lifted her phone up to her face as her fingers danced across the screen.
I can’t fucking believe you gave my brother your 🩲...
Sophie felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She was regretting walking home commando. The seam in her shorts was starting to chafe uncomfortably against her pussy lips. She pulled out her phone, an amused grin spreading across her lips as she read the text message. Her thumbs stabbed against her screen protector.
Is he wearing them...
Yes!
Oh? And how do you know that?
I asked and he showed me...
You should have taken a 📷 and sent me it...
Ur such a perv!
I wasn’t the 1 with my 🤛 around his 🥒 ... You did hold it, didn’t you?
?
Answer me bitch! 🤣
😳 🙊
Spill the 🫘 how did it feel?
☁️ then 💎
You turned him on! 😂
🙈
He did look ❤️🔥 in a 👗though 🫦
The first thing Sophie did when she arrived home, was to put some cream on her sore pussy. One thing led to another and after an unexpected but very pleasant orgasm, she put on a fresh pair of knickers, slipping in a panty liner for a bit more protection for her sensitive folds. On went some leggings and then down to see her overbearing mother.
Mrs Thompson put aside the Sudoku puzzle she had been failing to see, let alone complete, for the last ten minutes, as her husband climbed into bed beside her.
“George?”
“Hmmm?”
“I think I saw something today...”
George turned over to look at his wife, slightly amused.
“I think you are going to have to elucidate a bit more, my love.”
“I entered Andrea’s room this afternoon, and Sophie and Shaun were in there as well. When they saw me, they jumped apart and they looked so guilty. Like they had been up to something.”
“Andrea and Sophie?”
“No! Sophie and our Shaun.”
“Shaun?”
“Yes. I think they might have been, you know, kissing, or something.”
“Way to go Shaun! Talk about punching well above your weight!”
“George! I’m being serious!”
“So am I.”
“I think you need to have a chat with him. You know, instil in him that, some actions can have consequences ... Make sure that he is prepared...”
“I will talk to him about the birds and the bee’s, make sure he knows how babies are created.”
“I don’t think you are treating this with the sincerity it deserves.” She rolled over and turned off her bedside light.
George turned off his light, an amused smile on his face.
Shaun, you sneaky little Casanova. You hid that well...
Andrea tossed and turned. She just couldn’t get to sleep. Her body and her mind seemed at war with each other. Her mind wanted to go one way, while her body pulled the other. Central to all this, was Sophie. She had been her close friend for, like, ever. But there had been something, a line had been crossed and she hadn’t known it was there, or that she was crossing it
At some point, Sophie had stopped being a friend and had become something deeper. A lot deeper.
When this had happened, she didn’t know. No matter how hard she studied the past, she couldn’t pin down ‘the moment’. They had been flirting with boys online. It had escalated. One thing had led to another and she had found herself doing things, not for some boy several thousand miles away, but because she wanted to. She wanted to do them to Sophie. She wanted Sophie to do them to her. and if the cost was doing it in front of a boy on another continent, then that was a price she was willing to pay.
She loved Sophie. There, she had said it aloud, in the privacy of her own mind. She wanted to hold hands with her. Cuddle her. Kiss, because they wanted to kiss and not because a grainy murky boy on a phone screen told them to.
Fuck.
She wanted to snog Sophie so bad right now. But, and there was always a mother fucking but! Her body reacted when she saw some boys. The effect varied, but sometimes just a certain boy looking at her a certain way, was enough for her nipples to harden and her pussy to demand touch. It was frustrating. So fucking frustrating. She wished her mind would just pick a fucking side and be done with it.
And she couldn’t tell her bestie any of this. How she wanted to kiss her forever. Kiss every part of her. When they mucked about to tease boys online, a part of her died inside. A little bit more each time. She so wanted to tell her friend that she loved her, to hear those words echoed back at her.
Yet she was terrified. Absolutely terrified that her friend would pull back. Pull back with disgust on her face. Call her a ‘dirty lesbo’ a ‘dyke’, ‘rug muncher’, a ‘bean flicker’, or worse, and reject her. She would do anything for Sophie. More than she would do for anyone else.
And yet. Sometimes she saw boys online and wanted to kiss and hold them. She wanted to touch their cocks, see them spurt in front of her. Touch that hard flesh that could also be soft. She wanted to feel what it was like to have one inside her. Have it spurt inside her. And, sometimes, she wanted to be a mother.
It was all so fucking confusing.
And then she had touched her first cock today. Felt it go hard. Felt the rush of excitement at it going hard, that she had done that. That she was responsible. And it had felt so good in her hand. She wanted to touch another one.
God, she was so fucking horny.
She rolled over, reached out to her bedside cabinet, opened her drawer and pulled out Mr Handy. Her pet name for an old hairbrush. Most of the tines had broken on the square head. A result of age and intractable hair. Not that she kept the hand brush for its detangling abilities. It’s soft, supposedly ‘ergonomic’ handle had another, far more enjoyable, use. One it seemed strangely well suited to.
Andrea pushed down her soft sleep shorts and the panties that she wore underneath. She bent her right knee, drawing her right ankle out of the two garments. Mr Handy went between her thighs and she slowly, lightly, drew the soft handle down between her lips. She couldn’t help but imagine it was a hard cock, rubbing against her outer lips. Normally it took her a lot longer to get to this point of arousal. Not tonight. She stretched out her legs, drawing her ankles further apart. She couldn’t get hard cocks out of her mind. One was probing at her entrance. Pushing, teasing. The tip of it was between her inflamed lips, pushing its way inside.
It was going to invade her. It was going to erupt inside her, filling her full of egg fertilising fluid.
She moaned louder than she expected and hastily brought her left hand to rest across her mouth, biting hard on the soft web of flesh between the base of her thumb and her forefinger.
The fantasy cock slipped all the way inside, its shape fitting her perfectly. It pulled out slowly then pushed back in. It sped up, angling to rub against her clit. She imagined not her hand against her mouth, but another mouth. It’s tongue mimicking the actions between her thighs. She bit down harder on her hand, trying to stifle the cries of pleasure that came from the very centre of her soul.
Andrea rolled over onto her side, her muscles contracting as she squeezed herself against the surrogate cock inside of her. Her hand fell from her mouth.
She hadn’t orgasmed like that for a long time. The last time had been the night after Sophie had touched her for the first time down there.
It had been a sleepover and they had been teasing some boys online. They had been making out, both only wearing their knickers, when Sophie had dipped her hand down between Andrea’s legs and had ‘accidentally’ on purpose, brushed against her pussy. The boys watching them, had become very vocally excited and had urged Sophie to slip her hand into Andrea’s panties. Which after a few minutes of their desperate pleading and cajoling, she had done.
Andrea had been shocked at how good someone else’s hand had felt down there, and had found herself awkwardly ascending to an orgasm she had no understanding of how to stop. The boys had become too vocal and their mother had entered the room to see what all the noise was about. The boys had panicked and the connection had terminated. Sophie had withdrawn her hand, and in her mirth, had failed to see the desperation and need in Andrea’s eyes. She had been so desperate for release, but too scared to do so in front of Sophie.
It had been a bad, restless night, and it had been a relief to be on her own the next night and release all the pent up pressure.
The house was quiet, everyone had gone to bed, so the chances of him being disturbed were miniscule. Shaun turned on his bedside light and studied the prize in his hand intently. The black lacy fabric was like nothing he had ever touched or felt before. Up to this moment, he had never possessed any interest in women’s attire, specifically, their underwear. When he saw adverts of women displaying underwear, he had always focussed on what the lingerie was hiding, rather on the lingerie itself.
The mystery of what lay behind was far more alluring than the articles of clothing themselves.
Today, he had seen breasts in the flesh, up close and had felt breasts for the first time. It had been awesome. He wanted to tell all the boys at school, witness and bathe in their jealously. But equally, he knew that Sophie would not be impressed and any further chances for exploration would be obliterated. Like, for ever.
No, silence was the way forward. Smug, knowing silence.
He brought the panties up to his face, smelt that faint unfamiliar aroma in the gusset as he stroked his foreskin back and forth. He pictured that brief moment where his sister and Sophie had only been wearing their underwear. Sophie in these very panties. A moment seared forever into his consciousness. How both his sister’s and Sophie’s panties had felt wrapped around and enclosing his hips. His cock. How good his sister’s hand had felt cupping his balls, holding his cock...