I still didn't get many chances to use my newfound knowledge of the power of a plaid skirt because there just weren't that many opportunities to dress up like a school girl. I went through high school with my lesson cemented firmly in my mind but with no opportunities to apply it.
After I graduated from high school I decided to drive up to Evan's college, anxious to tell him I'd been accepted there and to have him show me around. I knew he'd be happy we'd both be attending the same school for one term before he graduated. Evan's effortless intelligence and hard work had allowed him to get his degrees almost two years ahead of time. He was only a couple of classes away from his masters in education, and because of his GPA and his early graduation he was already turning down job offers. I was so proud of him, and I couldn't wait to make him proud of me too.
After I got lost a few times on the campus I managed to find his student housing building -- a ruddy orange brick one that was like way old, maybe 30 years. It was one of several buildings on campus where active students who were no longer allowed a room in the dorms could rent apartments that weren't really any bigger than the dorms. I found my way up to his room and immediately paid the price for my surprise visit when Evan's roommate Todd said that he wasn't there.
Todd was a big lumbering guy, and he was kind of cute. He must have had a girlfriend, because there was no sign of flirting when he talked to me, even though I had dressed kind of sexy for my first visit to college. "I think Evan'll be back in a little while," he said. "You're welcome to wait here, but I've got to go to class, so I can't stay. Big test." And he took his pack and walked out the door.
I quickly decided there wasn't much to the apartment, which catered exclusively to the transient student population. A couple of beds and desks, and a tiny kitchen. There was a short hallway that led to the bathroom. The place was all strewn with boy-detritus of clothes, fast food boxes and tons of empty cans of energy drinks, pop and even beer.
Bored, I casually rifled through some papers on the desk and a few of the books laying around. There wasn't anything very interesting, but I did decide that I was glad that I wasn't going to be studying education.
I could tell which desk was Evan's by the family pictures on it. His computer beckoned, and figuring that it was a little sister's prerogative to snoop on her brother I sat down at the cheesy wooden table.
At first I didn't find anything interesting -- a file of the papers he'd written and some dumb computer game called World of Warcraft that he'd been playing. His tunes. I killed some time looking at my email, and then decided that while I was there I'd see what Evan's favorite websites were.
Most of it was junk. But in a folder cunningly labeled 'fun stuff' I learned the unadulterated truth: blood is thicker than water, siblings share the same secrets, and Evan was truly my very own big brother.
Every website in his folder, every picture, every video showed young girls having sex in every way imaginable. But that wasn't the surprise. I knew that most boys used the internet to look at naked girls.
The surprise was that every single girl wore a plaid skirt.
Plaid skirts short and long, plaid skirts in all kinds of colors, plaid skirts thrown to the floor in haste, plaid skirts pushed out of the way so girls could be fucked, plaid skirts wrapped around big cocks spurting sperm. An army of faceless men sucked, licked and fucked their way through an endless supply of willing plaid-skirted schoolgirls. I couldn't have been more stunned as Evan's secret desires were revealed to me one skirt at a time.
I clicked my way through his porn sites, unwilling to believe what I was seeing. I mean, I had known ever since the Halloween party when I was sixteen that there was power to be had there, that girls in plaid skirts were somehow more desirable, more alluring. But I'd had no idea of how popular my little weakness was, how many thousands of girls there were who thought the same way I did and had carried their knowledge to its ultimate conclusion.
And I sure as hell hadn't known that the secret enticements of plaid skirts had captured my own big brother.
Looking through his websites I started to get wet.
There were girls with warm sperm splashed all over their sexy schoolgirl glasses. Girls in pigtails staying after class, letting the teacher fuck them on his desk so they'd get an 'A' in biology. Girls on school security cameras, lifting their plaid skirts in the hallway so their boyfriends could fuck them from behind. Girls bent over the principals' desk, their skirts lifted and their panties pulled down so their bare bottoms could be spanked pink. Girls sitting on the concrete steps in front of school, lifting their skirts and spreading their legs so they could masturbate for the camera. It went on and on, and endless variety of wet schoolgirls demonstrating the irresistible sway of knee-high socks and plaid skirts by submitting to the men who wanted them.
My hand strayed between my legs and a delightful shudder wiggled through me as I stared in awe at all of the hard cocks having their way with teenage girls. I wanted to be one of those girls, ravaged by a man who couldn't resist my plaid skirt. I got lost in the fictional world in front of me, a world that I knew had its basis in real girls, real skirts, real cocks. I rubbed my hand up and down, pressing the seam of my jeans into my slit and wondering if I dared chance masturbating before Evan got back.
I was amazed that there were no other types of porn on his computer. No sluts or secretaries, no cheating housewives or girls in silky lingerie. Just schoolgirls. Girls short and tall, plain and pretty, blonde and brunette. The only thing that linked them all were their plaid skirts a willingness to use them for sex. Evan's secret desires were the male equivalent of my own, and that knowledge sent a delicious tingle straight to pussy. Not that I'd ever act on it or anything. I mean, Evan was a really smart guy and very handsome, a real catch for any girl. But that didn't matter because girls just don't go around lusting after their big brothers. Still, knowing that we both shared a secret fetish for plaid skirts, knee-high socks and cotton panties made me feel closer to him than I ever did before.
I could picture Evan sitting right here in this chair, looking at these same schoolgirls and masturbating, his cock hard and wet in his hand until it splurted sperm all over the place. And the thought of It was more than a girl could stand. Suddenly the decision was made, and I couldn't wait a second more. I quickly unsnapped my jeans and unzipped them. They were tight enough that I had to wiggle my bottom and push them down a little before I could slide my hand inside my panties.
