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Dylan waved the van goodbye, then returned to the tents. However, it was not to his tent that he returned, but to the one Madison and Kate were sharing. He unzipped it and stepped inside, his eyes searching for the pink bag, locating it on the floor. A sly smile filled the diminutive young man's face. It was here, the moment he had waited for. He picked up the bag, his mind delving back into the pleasant memories of the months since he had reached 18, and opportunities to indulge his favorite pastimes had just fallen into his lap, time after time.
For his entire life, five foot Dylan had lived in the shadow, both literally and metaphorically, of his six foot tall twin sister Kate. Kate was more intelligent (Dylan might have been able to do something about this had he studied more), better looking, better at sports and more popular. Dylan was used to jokes such as, 'Are you one of Kate's dolls that came to life?' which annoyed him greatly. He also realized that while petite girls had no problem getting dates, very short guys had next to no chance, and he had found another outlet for his sexual frustration. This outlet was voyeurism.
At the moment, Dylan was on what gamblers termed a lucky streak. No matter when and where he was, an opportunity to up-skirt girls, perve at and even handle and smell their panties seemed to come up. One such time was at a school camp back in March. It had not started well. Kate was having her period and in one of her monthly moods, there were no bathrooms and the weather was wet and cold. However, the presence of a certain blonde named Jessica Adams made the four day wilderness camp worthwhile.
Was Jessica, a tall, slim, beautiful girl with long blonde hair and shapely breasts, buttocks and legs the most popular girl in school? Was she a cheerleader, the homecoming queen and the prom queen? The answers were yes, yes, yes and yes. However, Jessica achieved all this in the class of 1984 rather than the class of 1994. A decade out of high school, and Jessica was now a gym teacher, and Dylan could scarcely keep his eyes off her, although he was hardly the only guy in school who checked her out when she walked by.
Dylan loved looking at Jessica when she wore her standard sports shirt and short pleated skirt. He loved looking at her in her leotard as she taught aerobics. She even looked stunning in sweat pants. Even better was when she was supervising a swimming class, her fit, toned body and breasts encased in a one piece swimming costume, her feet bare. Once Dylan saw the hot teacher squat down at the pool's edge to give advice to a student, and her wet bathing costume showed the shape of her vagina through the fabric between her legs.
At the wilderness camp, Jessica Adams was one of the supervising teachers, and Dylan had been idly walking around between some trees on the wet, cold Saturday afternoon, when Jessica emerged from her tent with an umbrella in one hand, and a roll of toilet paper in the other. Dylan watched Jessica as she collected a spade, then made her way to the woods. Dylan fantasized for a moment about her squatting down in the woods with her jeans and panties around her ankles, then realized he was alone, and Miss Adams' tent was just a few feet away.
Stealing his chance, Dylan snuck into the tent, and a search of less than 30 seconds revealed what he had been looking for; the panties Jessica had been wearing yesterday. Dylan held the light blue, cotton bikini briefs in his hand, examining every part. The front panel that covered her pubes. The elastic that held the panties in place around her tummy and her legs. The back that covered her bottom, and could ride up between her cheeks and touch her anus. And best of all, the double cotton saddle, with a few light cream stains from her vagina. Dylan sniffed the stains, filling his nostrils with Jessica's feminine smell, then found towards the front of her underwear found evidence she was a natural blonde; a single, curly blonde pubic hair just near where her pussy would have rested against the panty fabric.
Aware that time was a factor and given he did not want to get caught, Dylan sniffed the hot young teacher's panties for a minute or so, then returned them and snuck out of the tent. Nobody was in the area, so Dylan casually walked back through the rain to where the other students were. He saw Jessica returning from the woods, Dylan thinking that the panties the teacher was wearing now would smell just the same when she took them off tonight.
Madison would have received little comfort had she known this, but she was not the only relative that Dylan indulged in voyeurism with. There was also his hot young aunt, Kirsty, and his pretty 18-year-old cousin Holly.
Kirsty was the youngest of his mother's six siblings, a very slim, attractive woman aged 34 with long brown hair and glasses. Academically she was brilliant, with a lucrative job in Philadelphia as an agricultural scientist. However, she was highly strung, easily flustered, forgetful, disorganized and perpetually running late. His mother said Kirsty had a typical scientific mind. His father less kindly said Kirsty was a scatterbrain; all book learning and no common sense.
She had stayed with the family for a week in April while attending a seminar in the region, much to Dylan's pleasure. Kirsty would wear short skirts that enabled Dylan plenty of chances to perve at her panties, and tight jeans to accentuate her bottom. Just as good, she would walk around barefoot, Dylan loving the sight of his aunt's beautiful bare feet, thinking how lucky Kirsty's boyfriend was that he could fondle her soles and pretty toes any time he pleased.
One morning during this week, Dylan awoke to see his very flustered Aunt Kirsty rush out of her bedroom, barefoot and wearing long pajamas, her clothes and shoes under her arm as she cursed herself for over-sleeping. Dylan heard Kirsty pay a hasty visit to the toilet, frantically unwinding toilet paper to finish, before flushing and jumping under the shower. Dylan listened to the water running, thinking about his hot aunt's naked body under the shower, her pubic hair covered in soap, water running between the cheeks of her bare bottom and off her tits. The shower shut off, and after a few minutes, Dylan saw Kirsty burst out of the bathroom, wearing a business blouse and skirt, trying to adjust her pantyhose and put on her jacket. Rushing downstairs and hastily applying make-up and perfume and tying back her hair, Kirsty had then jumped into her car and driven off at speed.
Going into the bathroom, Dylan had noticed that his aunt in her haste had dropped her wet bath towel on the floor. Her pajamas remained on the bench next to the shower, and on the floor next to them were her panties. Dylan locked the door, and on the pretense of brushing his teeth, had picked up the soft, white cotton bikini briefs and raised them to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he took in every molecule of Kirsty's feminine smell from the damp stains on the saddle of her pants. Evidently something had excited his aunt for her to get her panties so damp, and now she in turn was exciting him.
The same evening, Dylan took a chance and snuck into Kirsty's bedroom, took the pantyhose she had been wearing during the day and sniffed the garment's oval-shaped, cotton crotch that spent the day covering her vagina, getting harder and harder as he sniffed the wonderful scent of her pussy. Dylan wished she could live with them permanently, but reality prevailed, and Kirsty returned to Philadelphia.
Dylan's cousin, 18-year-old Holly, the daughter of one of his mother's brothers, was a pretty brunette who frequently wore her long hair in loose pigtails, or tied back in a pony-tail with a scrunchie. A cheerleader at school, she had the same large breasts that seemed to run in the family, and a shapely bottom and legs, with which she often accentuated with short skirts. At home, Holly would get overly excited, gushing and speaking at a thousand miles per hour when talking on the phone to her boyfriend, and would unconsciously allow her legs to drift open to show her panties. Dylan was delighted when he happened to be at his aunt and uncle's house, and Holly was on the phone to her boyfriend. Other times, he would discretely position himself so he could watch her walk upstairs in one of her short skirts. On one occasion Holly had been wearing stockings, as opposed to pantyhose, and Dylan got a great view of the soft skin between where her stockings ended and her white panties began.
Another thing Dylan enjoyed about Holly was watching her eating various food items, such as bananas, carrots, ice-creams and hot dogs, as she moved her mouth like she was giving a head job. With Dylan obviously being Kate's brother, he was too close and therefore unable to see that his sister did the same thing, and that he, Kate, John, Holly and Holly's younger brother and sister all had the same lizard-like tongue flicking when they ate.
In May, there had been a party at Holly's parents' house to celebrate the milestone birthday of an elderly relative, and Holly had been looking fine in a pink dress that came down to her knees. The party was downstairs and outside, and seeing that upstairs was unattended, Dylan had taken his chance and snuck up the stairs, with the intended destination Holly's bedroom.
Inside, he quickly found Holly's laundry hamper and opened it searching for her panties, Dylan soon finding two pairs of cotton bikini panties towards the top; one white and one light green. Taking them out, he examined and sniffed the saddles, but there was no scent at all, it was as almost as though they were clean. How disappointing. Dylan dug deeper into the hamper and retrieved three more pairs, another pure white, another white with purple flowers and the final pair pink. These had some creamy colored stains on the crotch, and Dylan eagerly sniffed the double cotton, allowing Holly's female smell to enter his nostrils, but puzzling why Holly's more recent panties did not smell the same.
So absorbed was Dylan in his voyeurism, that he failed to notice footsteps on the stairs until they reached the landing. Responding at almost the speed of sound, Dylan hastily threw Holly's panties back in the hamper and for once grateful for his small stature, hid under Holly's bed.
