I've known my sister-in-law Louise for over 30 years. And I've often wondered how much cum I have produced masturbating while dreaming of her. From the early days when she was dating my brother-in-law, days at the beach, the pool parties, bikinis, the provocative g-strings, tan lines, through marriage and two beautiful daughters, those long honey blonde locks, brilliant blue grey eyes, stunning smile have stayed with me over time as I, at times, stroked furiously or slowly to orgasm having all manner of mental sex with her.
We have lived in different countries for several years, however each time we have returned home, we have stayed with Rob & Lou, and them with us in the Europe, as well as time travelling overseas together. And each time I have seen her, through all these years, being around her creates a change in me, both mentally and physically. Lou fills my chest with flutters, fills my head with erotic thoughts, makes me hard and gets me masturbating over her. However, I never imagined in my wildest dreams what was to happen recently as we came out of Covid lockdown, and once again travelled home to visit. The mere thought makes me painfully hard. As I write, I am hard.
My wife and I had travelled back home to see family for the first time in a couple of years, and as usual, we stayed with Lou. Although we're all now in our early fifties, Lou has continued in a seemingly effortless manner to hold on to her figure and of course, captivate me. This time was no different, however this time with lifechanging consequences.
I woke one morning to a quiet house. Seeing the sun peek through the curtains, I began to contemplate what to do for the day. My wife was up and out to an old friend for the day. As I came out of the toilet, I heard Lou in the lounge call out to me.
"Coming." I said, wandering through in my boxers and tee-shirt.
The summer sun was streaming fiercely through the wall-to-floor glass sliding doors that led onto the large deck overlooking the pool. My eyes took time to adjust. Lou was standing by the sofa, dressed in loose thin white cotton long pants and powder blue loose shirt, her long honey blonde hair falling effortlessly around her shoulders. Even without make up, Lou was stunning. Elegant, light on her feet, and always poised, she bent over to rearrange the sofa cushions as I entered, giving me an electric twinge in my groin seeing the delicate lace arc of her panties through the cotton, as it disappeared high up between her buttocks.
She turned and straightened to look at me and took a discernible intake of breath. "Mark," she said hesitatingly, "I need to clear something up with you, and perhaps this it the right time considering everyone is out for the morning." She was tense and struggled to keep eye contact.
"Sure," I replied, feeling suddenly tense myself, "what's up?" I folded my arms, almost for comfort.
Lou sat on the sofa, the small glass coffee table separating us. She paused before pulling and unfolding a small white ball from her pants pocket. In her manicured hands she held up a delicate white see-through lace g-string. An ice-cold wave instantly swept over me. I literally felt the colour drain from my face, and immediately hoped she would not notice.
"I was doing the washing and found these in the pocket of your shorts. A pair of my panties Mark. Do you know why?"
I remained frozen, unsure what to say. I dumbly shook my head like a kid caught red-handed nicking biscuits but still denying it.
"What are my panties doing in your shorts?" With my continued silence, her voice became more assertive now. "Did you take them? How else would they get there?" Her eyebrows raised into a frown, she held her gaze now, her beautiful blue eyes locked onto mine like lasers.
I felt my chest squeeze, and fighting for breath, I sucked in air and looked down at the floor, breaking the uncomfortable eye contact. She took that as an admission. Lou then opened the g-string to show the gusset and rubbed her finger over the soft insert. Then almost casually she added "It appears someone came in them. Would you know anything about that?" I sensed Lou was now of the belief her suspicions were correct. "Did you, you know, jerk off in my panties?"
I felt almost woozy with panic, embarrassment and God knows what else, and avoiding eye contact, I simply nodded.
"Jesus. You did." she said quietly, almost just talking to herself. "You came in my panties. What the fuck! Wow Mark!" Lou's gaze turned to look through the window as she contemplated the truth. Her hands slumped into her lap.
"I am so sorry Lou." I stammered, finding my own voice. "I'm so, so sorry. I am not sure what to say."
Linda now seemed unable to look at me. The silence seemed endless, before Lou quietly said, "Well, try me."
I took a deep breath, sat slowly on the arm of chair adjacent to Lou, and tried to get words out. After the longest pause I said "Okay. I have been infatuated with you since we first met, but I think you know that. I'm besotted with you. God, this may sound creepy, but you just get me going. I mean I just get hard just thinking about you. You're the most gorgeous woman I have ever met. Shit Lou, you're fucking beautiful! And you have always known the effect you've had on me." She turned to look at me but said nothing, continuing to rub the material of her panties sitting in her lap as if with worry beads.
"Well, I... um... have always dreamed about being with you and have used your panties to feel close to you and, well, um, get off while dreaming about you."
"So you wank off into my panties? How long has this been going on?"
"A long time. Since you and Rob moved in together."
"That's years! You've been taking my panties for years?"
I nodded, the shame continuing to surge through me.
"So when exactly?" she asked, voice now rising with concern.
"Well, I'll never forget it. And I think you haven't either. One afternoon around the pool at your old house. You and your sister were wearing incredibly small black g-string bikinis. You caught me ogling you with a massive hard on I was desperately trying to hide from everyone, and you openly smiled. You knew and weren't shy to let me know you knew."
I sensed a hint of acknowledgement.
"I went to the bathroom to pee, saw a pair of your panties in the wash, and then wrapped them around my, you know, and jerked off. Yup, since then."
She took this in while looking at her panties, a finger showing through a cut in lace, and pressed me, "Why are there slits in the front piece?"
"I began to actually put them on before jerking off."