5. My innocent sister, who has a baby face and is three years older than me, collects depraved panties...

}My innocent sister, who has a baby face and is three years older than me, collects depraved panties...

My older sister is three years older than me, but she has a baby face and is quite short, so when I walk with her, it looks like she is my younger sister or as though we are a couple. Her specs are that she is one hundred and fifty centimeters tall, weighs forty-one kilograms, and has a slim body with B-cup breasts. For some reason she doesn’t have a boyfriend. We get on well enough, particularly since she has graduated high school.

The trigger of these events was the occasion of us watching a DVD together in her room. We each had a small television in our rooms, but because she was older she had a larger room and had used money from her part-time job to buy a DVD player. Her cellphone rang. It was one of her friends. She answered it and after a minute or two she looked at me and rolled her eyes.

“Hang on, Kaori.” She muted the phone and turned to me. “I have to duck out and talk her down. Again. God knows what she’s melting down over now.”

I grabbed the remote. “I’ll stop the movie.”

“No, you keep watching. It’s fine. I’ll be back soon.” She unmuted the phone. “Hey, Kaori. I’ll be over in five. Don’t do anything more stupid until I get there.” My older sister grabbed her jacket and purse and left. I went back to watching the DVD, alone in my sister’s room. The movie was alright, some American blend of action and romantic comedy with two spies trying to complete a mission while working through their history as a past married couple.

It was one of those scenes where the action had stopped and the talking had started up again. Idly waiting for my sister to return (because I knew I would have to go back in the film so she could cover what she missed), I looked around her room. It had been a while since I’d been in it. When I looked at the end of the bed, I saw a pile of my sister’s dirty laundry and on top of it was a pair of black panties. I glanced towards the door and wondered how soon she’d be back, then I looked back at the pile of laundry. Don’t judge me - I was a horny high school boy and there were the black panties of my petite older sister. I picked them up. It was a silky black thong with embroidery across the front panel and lace along the sides. when I picked it up. “So she wears panties like this?” I thought.

I wondered if this was normal for her. I wanted to find out so I went to my sister’s bureau and opened it. In the second drawer were her panties. At the front were normal type panties, plain coloured and lightly patterned cotton briefs. In the back were silky-type, fancier panties. Most were black but there were a few pink and yellow as well as some matching camisole tops. As I ran my fingers over the silky material, I felt something hard underneath. Moving aside a lacy top, I found a slim box. I opened it. Lying inside was a purple pearl-type vibrator. At this point, something inside me broke. I wanted to possess my sister.

Perhaps by some blessing of the gods, our parents were out that day and weren’t coming home until late at night. My sister returned from dealing with her friend’s crisis and made us lunch. Afterwards while we were washing the dishes, I was looking at my sister standing at the sink. I was reminded of what I had found in her room and I couldn’t help myself. I hugged her from behind.

“What are you doing? Quit it!” she said, but I was too far gone. She tried to break free from my embrace but I carried her to her room and dropped her on the bed. I flung open her closet drawer and threw a fistful of the flashy panties on the bed

“Aren’t you the lewd one, wearing panties like this,” I said.

“What are you...? Stop it!”

“If you wear these, you must want someone to see them, right?”

“Shut up!”

“Does it turn you on, walking around with such lewd underwear under such regular clothes?” She buried her face in her hands in embarrassment. I pulled out the vibrator and held it in front of her in one hand, pulling her hands down from her face with the other. “And then you use this?”

Her face went red and her mouth opened but no sound came out. I dropped the vibrator on the bed.

“I wonder what you are wearing now.” As if my hands were under someone else’s remote control, I rolled up my sister’s T-shirt and tugged her jeans down roughly. I stared at her matching powder blue underwear. The panties had a fine lace panel at the front and I could see my sister’s bare slit through the mesh. She shaved her pussy.

I hesitated a moment and she looked up at me, her eyes strange. I reached up and flipped her bra up. Her breasts were small with tiny light brown nipples. I dropped to my knees and began to suckle at her petite boobs. She gasped and her hips began to wiggle.

“Does it feel good, being licked by your little brother?”