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Valentine's Day. And Caitlin was spending the morning doing laundry, and so was feeling a bit blue. Twenty years old and she had no plans for this Valentine's Day -- or for this Valentine's Evening. She and Stewart had broken up (again) two weeks ago and now doing the laundry was the only excitement that was planned for her day. That and studying. At least her brother was home for the long week-end. Two years younger but he was better than she at school. She could probably get him to help her study. Or, just as likely, talk her out of studying.
She was getting a late start this morning. Almost noon and still not dressed. She was still wearing her standard 'pajamas' -- a long T-shirt, no bra, and, depending on her mood, either some underwear or not. Her blonde hair was pulled into a messy pony tail. No makeup of course. She'd get dressed and cleaned up later -- maybe.
As her mind drifted she continued to pull clothes from the hamper, shaking each item out before dropping it into the tub. She grabbed a pair of her underwear and spread it out by its waistband and was about to drop them in the washer. Instead, she frowned and took a closer look. The dark green fabric was flaked with a large dry white stain. She marched out of the laundry room holding her underwear out before her.
In the living room, her brother Ian was also getting a late start to the day. He was just finishing a cup of coffee and taking his time over the paper's sports section. He looked up to see his sister virtually stomping into the room, holding a dark-green pair of panties in front of her. Unfortunately, he recognized the panties.
"Ian! This is SO gross. Look at my underwear! It's covered with... well, it's covered with cum. Seriously? You jerked off into my panties? Well obviously you did. Argghhh!"
She put her fists on her hips, one holding the offending underwear, and waited for a reply.
Ian stared at her trying to think of how he could avoid being blamed, but couldn't come up with any remotely believable alibi.
"Sorry. I meant to get to the laundry before you. I didn't think you'd find out. I'm... sorry."
"OK, you're sorry. But what? I mean why did you do it?" Caitlin wasn't sure what she had expected him to say. "OK, OK I know guys your age jerk off. Well, I guess guys of all ages jerk off. People. People of all ages jerk off."
Ian still stared with nothing to add.
Caitlin continued. "But why would you do it with my panties? Well, OK, I guess I can see why maybe panties, but why MY panties. Don't you have a girlfriend who can lend you some underwear?
Ian continued to stay out of this conversation.
"Right. Right. You don't have a girlfriend. But MY panties? Maybe we could get you some panties of your own. They sell them at the drugstore -- three to a pack. I'll buy you some OK? Can we do that?"
Ian decided that the truth was probably the only logical course here. "Thanks, but that's OK. I'm only interested in your panties. And I get why you're not crazy about the idea. So forget it. I'll stop using your underwear, OK?"
"You'll stop? How many time have you done this? And why are you only interested in MY underwear?"
Ian found that continuing this conversation was getting harder than he had imagined. "I'm interested in your underwear because they're yours. They feel good, and I think of you while I'm using them. They excite me not just because they're panties, but because they're YOUR panties.
Caitlin came further into the room and sat on the chair across from Ian. "How long has this been going on? How long have you been jerking off using my panties?"
Ian took a deep breath. "Well, the summer before last you bought that black bikini. We had a pool party for your birthday, and you wore it for the first time. You looked so beautiful. So sexy. I was transfixed. You ran around. Flirted. Joked with your friends. Swam in the pool. But the whole time I was completely entranced by how sexy you looked in that bikini. Later, you accidentally left the bathroom door open a crack and I saw you changing into dry clothing. The bikini was lying on the bathroom floor, and I saw you naked from behind. You were putting on a pair of dry underwear and some jeans. From then on, although I still thought of you as the older sister I had always loved, I also thought of you as a young women who was sexually arousing. You became more sexy than sister. I started imagining you when I masturbated, and I've felt that way about you ever since."
He continued, "I never thought I would tell you any of this. As long as it was a secret, I could fantasize about it coming true. But now that it's out in the open, I'm pretty sure this is the end of it... right?"
"I don't' know" Caitlin said. "Actually... actually I don't even see how the real
me
is involved. This is a fantasy you've been having all on your own."
Ian brightened. "So, maybe you might be OK with all this?"
Caitlin was having trouble processing the situation. "Well, I just found out that my little brother has sexual fantasies about me, and that he's been masturbating with my panties for over a year. I'm not sure how I feel about all this. It's kind of a shock, really."
Ian got up and went to the counter. He refilled his coffee cup. "I'm sorry you found out about this. Are you sorry you found out?"
"Well. I don't feel sorry exactly. It is interesting. I don't know how I feel about it yet. Is this a normal thing? Do younger brothers think about their older sisters sexually as part of their 'sexual awakening'? I don't know. Nobody talks about this stuff. Except to say that it's wrong. I mean, I guess the problem is that I know they say it's wrong, but they don't say how common it is. Do your friends lust after their sisters?"
Ian took a sip of coffee. "Actually, I don't know. We talk about a lot of sex stuff, but it's mostly bluster. 'Sisters' is an area that doesn't come up. Is that because they don't lust after their sisters, or is it because they don't want to talk about it? I don't know. I do remember a guy in gym class saying that he sometimes had sex with his sister. And he implied that he might have had sex with his mom. But he often bragged about things no one believed. I guess we all were curious, but we assumed none of it was true. But how could you not be intrigued?"
Ian returned to the sofa with his coffee.
Caitlin nodded, thinking.
Ian continued "So, yeah, I lust after my sister. You. But I've never told anyone. I didn't even want to tell you."
Caitlin held up the underwear. "But my cum-soaked panties led us here."
"Yeah. I guess I didn't do a very good job of covering my tracks this time. But come on - this is the first time you've noticed and I've been doing this for quite a while. But OK, I can stop using your panties. And I'll try and stop fantasizing about you. OK?
Caitlin leaned back in the chair. "Look - I don't want to be in charge of your fantasy sex-life. Just remember that it's a fantasy -- not a realistic goal. Right? Anyway - I have to think about all of this a bit. OK?"
She got up and returned to the doorway. She looked back at Ian wishing there was some way to summarize all this.
Ian just gave a little shrug.
Caitlin continued. "But, I guess, I want you to do what turns you on and satisfies you. If that involves a fantasy me? Well I'm not responsible for the fantasy me. So I guess enjoy yourself. I don't think that you're actually harming my underwear. Just, I guess, only use the panties from the laundry. Stay out of my clean underwear drawer. Right?
Ian nodded. "Of course. I only use panties from the laundry. But it's OK? You're not grossed out? I can still use your laundry underwear?" He paused. "I actually prefer them used". Another shrug.
"Ewww, Ian! Please!" She paused. "I guess you can keep using them. I'm confused about what it all means, but evidently this has been going on for over a year and I didn't even notice. So for now... Well I guess you can keep 'enjoying' my used underwear. You know how pervy that sounds, right?"
Ian did. "Well, I've always realized that my fixation might be pervy. But it seems to be what turns me on..."
Caitlin seemed resigned. "All of this is more than I really needed to know, but I did say I was curious. So, thanks for talking. For being honest. I'm going to finish the laundry."
She got up from the chair and started out of the room.
"So, can I borrow those green panties?" Ian asked with some embarrassment.
"These? No! They're gross! They're going into the washer."
