White Cotton Panties

My kid sister Bridget and I are Irish Twins, she being about 11 months younger than me. When she was born, I was too young to know enough to be jealous, and so we grew up as best friends, even though she was a girl. Of course, after the passage of time, I decided that girls were nice things. Soft things, fuckable things. Due to the closeness in our ages, I began to learn the pleasures of jerking off not long before she began to menstruate. And, it didn't take me long to accidentally catch her on her bed, masturbating, her legs spread at the knees and one hand inside her soaking wet white cotton panties, her naked titless nipples at attention on her chest, being squeezed by her other hand. Her head was bent forward as she tried to get a nipple into her mouth.

Shit, did she ever scream at me. "Get out, you bastard, you fucking pervert." But I hadn't been peeping at her; I had just pushed open her door the way we had each done since we had learned to walk. I had never thought of my sister as a sexual person. Of course, by then, I had learned the rudiments of sex, but my sister was my buddy, she was not the female of my lust. I ran back to my room and flopped on the bed. I still didn't lust for her, but my cock was hard as I recalled her nipples. I didn't touch myself, just let the erection subside, and soon she was in my room, fully dressed, apologizing for the scream.

"I'm sorry, Mikey, it's just that you surprised me. I didn't expect you home. Please don't tell Mom what you saw."

"You mean I shouldn't tell her how I found you playing with your tits while your fingers were buried inside your cunt? For Pete's sake, why not?"

The shocked look on her face was priceless.

"That's OK, Bree, I was just kidding. Just you don't tell her if you ever catch me doing anything."

"Anything?"

"You know what I mean."

She giggled and walked out. I saw her wiggle her ass as she walked out, but it had no effect on me; it would be a while before we got around to playing with each other and even longer before we got around to real fucking.

In the meantime, my sex life was confined to beating my own meat and kidding around with girls at school. I got a few kisses and a couple of cheap feels, but nothing really good. One time I did a lot of kissing with Kelly and got my hand under her sweater, but when she got scared and pushed my hand out, I went home with a severe case of blue balls. I knew how to treat them, of course; only as I got home, I saw Bree t walking from the shower, with clean clothing on.

Fresh out of tissues, I went into the bathroom and dug through the hamper to find the white cotton panties she had been wearing. Sure enough, there was no blood, but the front was soaked; she had been playing with herself again. Of course. I grabbed them and went into my room, locking it. That would have told Bree t that I was getting myself off, but I didn't care if she knew. The scent of her pussy juice as I inhaled the crotch turned me on. My cock got harder and I put the wet spot into my mouth, sucking her drying juices.

I wrapped the panties around my cock like a sheath and began my ritual, stroking ever so slowly until it was time to cum, when I would change to break-neck speed. I had not yet gotten into the habit of playing with my balls or sticking a finger up my ass as I jerked off; that would come later. The soft cotton, damp from by baby sister's orgasm and from my sucking, created friction as my hand moved up and down. I had been used to my bare hand as I masturbated and this different sensation excited me, getting me off much more quickly. I closed my eyes and sighed as my load of cum shot out into her panties.

Satisfied, my breath slowly returning to normal, I was about to return the panties to the hamper when I realized that my mother might find the dried semen when she did the wash, so I just stuck them in my bottom drawer, where she was not likely to ever look. I need not have worried about Mom, however, as Bree soon gathered up the dirty clothing and carried it to the washing machine. A few minutes later, my homework was interrupted by her accusatory voice; accusatory, yet with a hint of a smile.

"Did you take a pair of my panties out of the hamper?"

Saving my lies for the important stuff, I looked at her and nodded.

"Did you see they were wet?"

"I got them even wetter, Bree."

"Kelly got you all hot and bothered?"

I blushed and nodded.

She laughed, kissed me on the tip of my nose and then punched my arm. "Keep them; a present from me. Think of me when you use them." I reached out and hugged her. "I love you, Sis."

I continued to use those panties to jerk off into whenever the mood struck me, which could have been three times a day sometimes. After a while my dried sperm was caked on them like a series of scabs on some cuts. When that happened, I would give them back to Bridget and she would wash them for me. The third or fourth time I did, she gave me a little joking lip.

"You sure jerk off a hell of a lot, Mikey."

"Well, how about you, baby sister? They had a really big wet spot the first time I took them out of the hamper."

"Yeah, well, girls need to be taken care of too."

I took a deep breath. "You mean taken care of by someone other than yourself?"

Her look was so piercing, so long and quiet, that I thought she'd never respond. "I don't know, I've never tried it with anyone. It might be interesting."

I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Here my little sister had as much as offered herself to me, in one way or another, and I didn't know what to say. If I was too crude, she'd turn away and I would lose a great opportunity. I decided to shut up. Instead, I leaned toward her and kissed her on the mouth; not too hard, but too hard for a brother.

She reacted by throwing an arm around my neck and squeezing my mouth to hers, our lips pressing tightly. When I opened mine a bit in order to give her a little tongue, her tongue attacked me first. My hand went up to her chest to rub a baby tit just beginning to emerge; there was not the softness I would later come to love in all females, but the newness of the touch, the prohibition of our love, gave me a monster hard-on.

And with our bodies molded to each other, she could feel that erection, first pressing against her leg and groin and then pressing back against the hand she used to caress it. We had been in Bree's room when the conversation started and I pushed her, as gently as I could, back toward her bed. She fell onto it without a struggle and pulled me after her, to lie alongside her.

Some guys say that eating pussy is an acquired taste, like escargot. But for me it was instinctive; once I had made her cum with my fingers, I twisted around into a sixty-nine, another instinctive action. Actually of course, I had seen pictures, but I wasn't thinking about them, just about the sweet aroma from the beautiful pussy in front of me as she slid her panties off.

Her legs were spread like a wishbone. I never learned to cook; does a chicken's wishbone come from the same area that a girl's does? Ugh. But on my little sister, racing toward womanhood, that wishbone was highlighted by pink pussy lips, surrounded by the least little bit of hair. I straddled her face, I guess also like a wishbone, and as I nibbled her clit, barely peeping out of her pussy, she licked the length of my cock and then began to gnaw on my balls.

"Who taught you that, baby?"

"Nobody. Why, don't you like it?"

"I love it, Bree, but I need you to suck my cock, honey."

My nose went back into her cunt as her warm mouth devoured me. It is all instinctive; my hips pumped up and down, fucking her face, while her hips pushed up into my mouth, giving me as much clit as I could find. Her hand fondled my nuts as she sucked, and the intermittent little squeezes soon had me ready to spurt.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth, Bree."

"Mmm." I guess that was consent, because her sucking sped up.

"NGGGHH." I shot my load in toward her tonsils. Neither of us then knew anything about swallowing-in porn movies, the guy cums on her face or body, not in her mouth-and so I wasn't surprised when Bridget reached for her panties and spit out my cum into them.

"Don't stop, Mikey; make me cum again."

My head went back between her legs, my mouth went to work, but to tell the truth, my heart wasn't in it: I had just dumped my load into her mouth. Still, she was close enough so that a little effort did it. "AAAEEEIIII."

We continued to eat each other for a couple of months, every chance we got. Unfortunately, with Mom's erratic work schedule, we couldn't do it every day. So, I still did have to jerk off quite a bit. One morning, when Mom was at work and there was no school, Bridget crawled into my bed, naked as usual. We were just kissing, not touching each other-yet-when she began to cry.

"What's the matter, Bree?"

"I've been listening to some of my friends, and I think I'm the only virgin in the whole school."

I knew immediately that she really didn't need consolation. My hand reached between her legs. "That's where big brothers can help out."

She grinned. I knew that the fantasies I had while masturbating would now become realities. My cock would soon be buried inside the lovely pussy of my beautiful little sister. And beautiful she was, is, especially those shining eyes, that chiseled face. Sure, her tits were still a little small, but they were growing, and I knew that soon all those horny bastards in school would be competing with me for her attention. Unfortunately, there was no way I could walk around school holding her hand, to tell them all that she was forbidden fruit. Shit!

But for the moment, I was her knight in shining armor, or more appropriately, her knight with erect cock, ready to please her. Yeah, right, what I really wanted was to please myself, squirting my little soldiers deep into her cunt.

As my hand diddled her clit, her legs spread, almost like an involuntary reaction. I was sucking one nipple and I kept my mouth fastened on it as I knelt between her legs. She grabbed my rock hard monster-sounds good, doesn't it, though it really wasn't that big-and rubbed the head against her slit, a millimeter inside, sliding with the wetness.

"They say it hurts, Bree."

"My friends say 'do it fast', and there's only a single pain that goes away."

But I couldn't, wouldn't, do it that fast. I had enough experience jerking off to know that my cock didn't have to be buried deeply in order for me to have pleasure. Half of a cunt, temporarily, was not unlike playing with myself with half of a handful of fingers; it prolonged the enjoyment. A virgin myself, I already knew that girls could cum and cum and cum again, whereas boys needed to rest in between orgasms. So a slow jerk off was fine until I was ready to blast off; that's when I needed my full hand. I would use Bridget the same way, fucking her just up to the cherry for as long as I could, and then blast through, 'fast' as she wanted, once my balls told me to cum.

I pushed into her snatch until I met her cherry, then began the slow, short strokes that would eventually lead to the rapid thrusts that would shoot out my cum. I pulled my hips back, making sure that my cock did not bounce off her cherry; that would probably bother her. Still, I was far enough in for my meat to rub her clit, and it was when she had her first orgasm, when she let go with that "AAIIIEEEE", that I steamrolled my way all the way in, ripping her cherry asunder.

She had to have felt it, but in the middle of an orgasm I guess it wasn't so bad. That bounce of her ass off the bed could have been from the pain of losing her cherry or from the orgasm itself, maybe even both.

"Wow, look at all that blood, Bree."

"So what, I do most of the laundry anyway. Just keep fucking, Mikey."

So I did, slamming away, not caring any more about Bree's cherry but just wanting that incomparable moment when my balls pushed the cum out, the moment when I didn't care where the cum went so long as it left my cock.

I was cumming, she kept cumming, and the world was full of love. I collapsed on top of her, but fortunately I wasn't too heavy.

"Thank you, thank you, Mikey, it was beautiful. But I forgot to tell you that I wanted you to be kissing me when you did it."

"I'm so sorry, Bree, I didn't think. But I'll never stop kissing you."

And so we kissed, and fucked, whenever we could. When we couldn't, we masturbated. It was a lovely few months.

Then there was the day Mom caught me jerking off into Bree's panties.

Hot Pink Bikini

I love my Mom. She has always been good to Bridget and to me; friendly, happy even after Dad took off with some cunt from work. I mean, yeah, I've seen the slut and she's not bad looking at all; someday I wouldn't mind dipping my wick in there. But while Mom is not the hot chick that this other one may be, still she's not so bad looking, just rather sweet but plain, never trying to be a sex-pot. Yes, she may have a few pounds extra on her that she should try to get rid of, that she's even spoken about losing, and no, I never had any wet dreams about Mom.

Except the divorce took the heart out of Mom; she had never cheated on Dad, or so she said, and I believe her. Dad's a suave looking guy, and looking back, I can fully picture him trying to fuck anything with a cunt. Mom never dated after Dad left; at least I never knew of any dates, and it had been a couple of years. Though I never discussed it with my sister, I assumed that my mother got off on herself when she felt the urge, just the way Bree did when I wasn't available. Or, shit, when someone else wasn't available.

So there I was, cock in hand, Bree's newly washed panties sliding along my meat; my eyes were closed as I lay naked on my bed, my mind picturing cum splashing all over Kelly's tits. I say newly washed; by that I mean the last few days. Since she had returned them, I had shot my cum into them a half dozen times, and they were getting a bit caked again.

Mom never walked into my room without knocking. She was too shrewd for that, knowing that she might otherwise find me just as she did that day. But she had forgotten that my wing of the school let out early that day for some sort of teachers' conference.

I never heard the door, and with my eyes closed, I never saw Mom either. I was close, very close. The first I knew of her being there was when she started screaming at me. "You bastard, you fucking little pervert! What are you doing with your sister's panties, you little thief?"

Think about the situation. She didn't seem to care that she had caught me beating my meat, just that she thought I had stolen the panties from Bridget. She was halfway across the room before I could absorb the scene. I still hadn't let go of the panties when she grabbed them with one hand and slapped me, hard, with the other. My cock had never shrunk so quickly.

"But, Mom..." Pow, another slap, this time alongside my head.

"Bastard! Jerk off fucking pervert!" Words I had never heard from my mother's mouth. I felt another blow from her open hand, and saw it reaching back for another shot at my head. As she brought it forward, I reached up and caught it on the way toward me. She was still pushing it forward when I spoke.

"Bridget gave them to me."

She stopped in mid-swing, her breath labored from the exertion of beating me, her eyes widening.

"Don't lie to me, you little prick." Holy shit! How could I clear myself without getting Bridget into trouble? I had promised her that I wouldn't tell Mom about finding her masturbating. We were having too much fun together anyway to jeopardize that.

"I took them from the hamper and she caught me with them. I made her promise not to tell you and she told me I could keep them anyway."

"When is she coming home? I'm going to ask her and if you're lying, you're dead meat."

"She's at band practice. She won't be home for two hours or so."

"When did she give them to you?"

"A while back."

Mom picked up Bree's panties and turned them over in her hands, rubbing her fingers on them to feel the dried spots, my leftover cum. Meanwhile, I was still lying there naked, and my cock was starting to get hard again as her eyes flickered back and forth toward it. I wanted to cover it but I was afraid to move.

"You don't seem to have used them too much, or did she wash them for you?"

"I rinsed them out myself." Maybe it would work, maybe I could get through this without dropping a dime on my sister, though I knew my own ass was grass. I looked up at her, wondering what my punishment would be. Obviously some sort of grounding, but for how long? I could see Mom thinking, and with each passing moment I mentally added another month to my sentence. Suddenly I saw her eyes start to tear, and as she closed them, her body began to shake with sobs. Holy shit, had I hurt her so much, had I become such a disappointment?

"I'm sorry, Mom." I whispered it, barely loud enough to hear it myself.

She opened her eyes, shaking her tear-stained face from side to side as her body continued to sob.

"It's not you, Mikey; it's just that I haven't had a man touch me since your father left with that bitch."

She looked down at my cock as she spoke and the blood continued to rush into it. Her fingers touched it and I jumped in shock; was the punishment going to include my mother trying to twist my cock off?

Suddenly, with no warning, no clue, her head dropped to my lap and I felt a warm and wet mouth wrapped around my five and a half inches of tube steak. I heard her slurping as she sucked violently, her hand squeezing my balls. I don't know if I held out for thirty seconds, but however long I held out, the cum I had been picturing on Kelly's face soon was shooting out into Mom's mouth.

"NNGGHH, NNGGHH, NNGGHH, NNGH, NNgh, nngh." I thought I'd never stop cumming.

She lifted her head to look at me. I saw what you might call an evil smile, yet I knew there was no longer any evil intended. Some of my creamy white sauce dripped from each corner of her tightly closed lips, like quotation marks around a smile. She ran a finger up each side of her mouth, scooping the dribble and presenting it to my mouth.

Did she think I had never tasted my own cum? Who the hell knew what women thought anyway? My mouth opened to the pressure of her finger and I began to suck my sperm once again. Was this what they meant by recycling?

She looked down at my cock and my eyes followed hers. It was still hard, though I knew I wouldn't, couldn't cum again for a while.

"Stay hard, Mikey, stay hard and don't move." Where the hell did she think I was going? I was laying there with my arms stretched out, unmoving. I had just gotten a fantastic blow job from my mother, that sexless person about whom I never fantasized, never ever pictured as I jerked off. I knew she was a female; she had breasts and bought sanitary napkins and closed the door to the bathroom, but I never thought of her as a woman. She was just my mother, and all of a sudden she had given me a pipe-cleaning that I would never forget.

She kicked off her shoes and dropped her uniform slacks to the floor. My eyes went to the hot pink bikini covering her womanhood, hiding the entrance to the cavern through which I had entered this world, a place where, metaphorically at least, I wanted to go to die, like a salmon swimming upstream to its place of spawning. The bikini hung a bit loose on Mom, attesting to her recent attempts to lose a few pounds.

In my childish mind, I suddenly interrupted my thoughts of my cock being inside her cunt and realized that I wanted that bikini, that I was going to make a collection of underwear from every girl and woman that I possibly could.

But that mental game was quickly forgotten as Mom dropped her panties to the floor, exposing a bush of brown curly hair hiding her greatest treasure, the grotto I knew I would be visiting in just moments. I stared at it, transfixed. She spread her legs and straddled me, sinking down, taking my cock in her hand and guiding it toward and inside her pussy lips.

"Stay hard, Mikey, stay hard." Her bush mingled with my still sparse pubic hair and I was all the way inside her. Actually, it was more a case of her being fully wrapped around me. Supporting her upper body on her hands, she bent and kissed me, her tongue forcing its way into my mouth, cleaning my teeth. She was still fully dressed above the waist, and I felt the rough material of her uniform top rubbing my stomach and chest. I had to move my hands, but I couldn't decide if I should grab her ass or feel her tits. I opted for the ass, pulling her back down onto me each time she back-stroked; a little fleshy, her ass cheeks were warm to my hands.

"Stay hard, Mikey, stay hard." I heard as well as felt a low moan rising deep in her throat and escaping through her lips into my mouth. Her humping lasted but a minute or two, when suddenly,

"AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEeeeeeeeee."

I knew what it was; that same feeling of explosion as when I had an orgasm, though I never made such a screaming noise. I just grunted. It was a sound I had never heard, or at least didn't remember, while my Dad was still living with us. Bree's noise at orgasm was nothing compared to Mom's scream. I was hot as hell and tried to keep pumping up into her, but even then I knew that my balls had not had enough time for me to cum again so soon.

Mom knew it also, and rolled off of me, lying to my side.

"You know, Michael, your father never made me cum like that, never."

I was feeling very powerful, mentally, at that moment, and probably shouldn't have opened my mouth as I did.

"Did any other man ever do that for you?"

She gave me a funny look, finally sighing.

"Your father was the only man I ever went to bed with."

At that point, I knew enough to shut up, and we lay quietly for a while. Finally,

"I'd better get dressed and out of this room before your sister gets home." As she bent to the floor to get her undies, I reached ahead of her and grabbed them.

"I'm keeping these; I want to remember today."

She smiled and kissed me, again with lots of tongue.

"There'll be lots of other days to remember, Mikey. I've got lots of thing to teach you yet. But hide those so Bridget doesn't find them." Then she added, "I'm off tomorrow. Why don't you cut school and stay home?"

You'd better believe I stayed home.

The next morning she was in my bed the second Bree left for school. She had apparently slept in a teddy and nothing else, and the teddy was on the floor before her back hit the bed. I had never seen Mom's tits, had never tried to peek at her getting undressed. What I saw for the first time was a firm pair, 34C she told me. She had lost enough weight recently that they would not hold a pencil.

"Suck these, Mikey; they're so sensitive." And I was back to my infancy, hanging on to one while trying to draw milk from the other. From time to time she pulled me off a nipple so that we could kiss, tongues intertwined. Her hand absent mindedly played with my balls until she decided it was enough. Then she rolled me on top of her and spread her legs, drawing me inside her.

I still hadn't learned self control, and poured my first delivery of baby juice into her before she could cum. She handled the problem quietly.

"Mikey, you should always try to make the woman cum first, or at the same time."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"Shhh, don't worry. I'm just going to have to teach you to eat my pussy."

As she steered my head between her legs, gently instructing me on the fine art of cunnilingus, I wondered what she would say if I just told her flat out that I practiced that stunt of her daughter whenever I could. Discretion being the better part of valor, I held my tongue, which if you think of it can be kind of tough while it was buried inside my mother retrieving my recent gift of cum and bringing her to an orgasmic scream that she would repeat for me often in the future.

Red Lace Trimmed Boy Shorts

Kelly had been my girlfriend for a long time, but I had never gotten more than under her sweater but outside the bra. I didn't even know if I was squeezing tit or padding. And whenever I got that far, she would decide it was time for me to go home before it went any further. Hence, a lot of choking my chicken. I was getting plenty from Mom and Bridget, but at that age, I was so horny that I needed my own hand to survive. Still, I knew that this celibacy, with Kelly, couldn't last forever.

What really pissed me off was the knowledge that Kelly was dating other guys. She admitted to being my girlfriend but insisted that she didn't want to go steady. Now, don't think I'm a hypocrite, because I was fucking my sister and mother all along, but they're relatives, family, and while I truly love them both, its not like either one is my girlfriend to hold hands with in school or at the mall.

Imagine my distress when gossip started in school about Kelly and the class President, Doug. Some of the rumors even came through Bridget, who told me what she had heard, but who had never seen Kelly and Doug together, and said that Kelly had never mentioned Doug to her. But I had enough sense to know that if I confronted Kelly, she was just tell me it was none of my business and we would be finished forever. So I tried to stay cool, and sincere.

One day, I was at her house after school; her parents were both at work and she had no siblings to bother us. We were doing some slow dancing, kissing as we swayed to the music. Suddenly I felt her tongue flicker against my lips. My body stiffened involuntarily; was it my imagination, was it accidental, or was Kelly starting down a new path? Had Doug been teaching her new tricks? She answered my unspoken questions.

"Hey, loosen up, Mikey. Don't you like my tongue?" Her eyes were burning into mine as she spoke. I was about to ask her who taught her that, when I realized that I didn't want to know and further, that to ask would be incredibly stupid. Instead, I replied by opening my lips a bit and sending my tongue back at her.

Her eyes closed and she pressed her mouth hard against mine as our tongues dueled. All I could think of was BARE TIT; I was going to get under her bra before I went home. OK, Mike, don't rush it. We held the kiss for what seemed like hours before I finally took one hand off her back and moved it to her tits. For the first time ever, she pressed her chest into my hand, obviously ready to move on. And this time, when my hand went under her sweater, I got a different reaction from all the other tries.

"Come upstairs with me, Mikey."

It had never occurred to me how tight my jeans were. In my stupor, it took a few seconds for me to connect the tightness to the powerful expansion of my cock. She felt it against her leg, stepped back and glanced down. With a Mona Lisa smile, she took my hand and led me to the stairs.

I had been in her room before, momentarily and innocently, but this was the first time I really looked at it, and I could tell that it had been redone. It was all girl, or maybe even all woman. How did her parents let her fix up a room that looked like a bordello? Was something going on in that household? The pressure on my zipper became painful, yet I knew I couldn't open my pants just yet. Shit, I might not be able to hold out until I got home; I might have to jerk off in the bathroom right there in Kelly's house.

We kissed again, but this time with an interruption. I had to move my lips away from hers in order for her to get her sweater over her head. Her bra was strapless. What kind of bra is that to wear to school under a sweater? Did her mother know what she wore? Had Kelly planned this? Was I about to take home another pair of panties for my collection?

I pushed her onto the bed and knelt beside her. The bra was a front-closer and I un-closed it to expose gorgeous tits; eat your heart out, Bridget. Her eyes were wide open, watching me fondle one tit while my lips fastened on the other nipple. Kelly had not succumbed to my charm this day; to the contrary, she was leading the way. But it was still too soon to unzip.

I lay next to her, still fully dressed, one hand on her tits and the other around her neck. We were kissing yet again, open mouthed, exchanging tongues. I figured my best bet was to shut up and keep kissing. Her hand began to caress my cock through my stiff denim. Kelly was wearing front zippered jeans and I opened the top button and pulled down the zipper. Expecting to find plain white cotton like Bridget, I was surprised to see red lace trimmed boy shorts. Bright red, blood red, having her period red. As my hand began to rub the outside of her shorts, she lifted her ass off the bed, pushing her pussy against my hand. I hesitated sliding my fingers inside, expecting to find my fingers full of blood, or maybe I would find a tampon. Lucky tampon, buried in her cunt.

I felt her begin to fumble with the button on my jeans; as I tried to help her, she slapped my hand away. "Leave it, Mikey. I'll do it." She was doing it one-handed and having difficulty, but clearly she intended to overcome any obstacles. I continued to rub her twat, my fingers sometimes getting tangled in the red lace. My zipper was finally down and her hand was inside, juggling my balls as she fished for the opening in my shorts to get my cock out. Aah, that feels nice.