This story does include pee and poo, so if that offends you, you've been warned. Everyone is 18 or over.
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I remember the first time I realized my younger brother was taking my panties and jerking off in them. It actually turned me on that he was likely sniffing the crotch so he could enjoy my most personal smells. Of course, as a 21-year-old woman intent on establishing myself in the world, I wasn't exactly cranked on having to deal with a brother only two years younger who was getting off on my underwear.
For one thing, it meant I had to keep better track of my panties so that I could be sure I had some to wear every day. But then I started thinking that maybe this could turn out to be something that would do something for me as it obviously was doing for him. He was in his third year at a local college and we both lived at home, although I had a decent job and had I not wanted to save up for my own life's goals, I could have moved out and gotten my own place.
Mom and Dad pretty much left us alone and we each had our own friends. We had not been wildly close growing up nor had we been enemies. I had many friends in high school and a few steady guys. He too had his girlfriends and certainly his pals with whom he played ball and hit the bars.
Rob was tall, had a nice frame and handsome face, and usually wore a beautiful smile. I was no beauty queen but I do have natural blonde hair, decent figure, perfectly proportional 34Bs, and a friendly face. Neither of us were virgins and we even were able to have our significant others stay over for the night although the parentals did not appreciate extra guests at breakfast which sometimes made life a bit awkward for us both.
One day I returned home from work early because we had had a group lunch after which no one was in the mood for work, beginning with the chief executive officer who in a moment of joy for us all, told us to take off the rest of the day. I quietly entered the house and tread lightly on the stairs. Rob's door was closed so I saw the light under the door and quietly knocked. I heard a slight cry of surprise but I opened the door to find my brother jerking himself off with my pale blue hicuts wrapped around his spurting member.
"You know," I found myself saying as if it were the most usual occurrence I'd seen, "if you had asked me I'd have been happy to supply a few of my less snappy undies for you to employ in your pleasuring." I was surprised at how articulate I managed to react but perhaps this was because I had suspected something like this was going on when some of my favorite underpants had been missing from my lingerie drawer.
Rob reacted a bit more defensively.
"I'm sorry, Sis," he blurted out, "I didn't think you'd be all that pleased with my using your panties for...this."
"Well, it doesn't exactly send me over the moon, sweetie," I forced myself to reply, "but I do get a charge out of your possibly thinking of me while you are engaged. Maybe you'd like to take a look at what I have on right now."
I knew that he likely would get a charge out of seeing what I actually wore to work, having recalled a previous boyfriend confiding to me that guys liked the normal underwear girls wore, even the plain white cotton panties that we all have in reserve or when needing to wear to get over a yeast infection down there.
His eyes lit up and he stared at my skirt as if to burn a path right through it to my panties and thence to my most intimate places—oh heck with the euphemisms: my pussy.
Nonchalantly—yes, I wish I could have been so cool—I did unzip my relatively modest knee-length red wool skirt and let it drop as if I were doing this onstage. On display now were my lilac hicuts, trimmed with some lace and a cute little bow in front. I turned round so he could see my adequate ass cheeks enpantied and then slowly slid them down and off.
"You're getting quite a nice free show for a jerkoff, aren't you, Rob?" I teased as I handed the warm, silky undies to my brother. "Yes, do sniff the crotch if you want to get the full essence of moi," I kept up the patter.
"Now I need to get out of the rest of this darling outfit," I said with a flourish. "So enjoy and remember there's much more where they came from." With that, I departed his room with my skirt in my hand, my sense of self intact, and no particular annoyance at catching him doing his thing with my panties.
Later that evening, Rob knocked on my door and asked to come into my bedroom. I said he could and he began to apologize for his behavior regarding my panties.
I stopped him before he could go too far—I think he was about to get down on one knee—and told him that I was flattered that he got a charge out of sniffing and using my panties the way he had.
"I'm sorry, Sis," he went on, "but seeing your panties in the wash just was such a turn-on. I've always been so fond of you and I kept thinking how close we were here and yet so far apart."
As usual, our parents were out for the evening and would likely not return home until the wee hours. I had changed into some blue shorts and a tee. I had put sox and running shoes on, so I didn't feel wildly sexy.
"Do you have any plans for tonight?" he asked, seemingly innocently.
"Why do you ask?" I asked. "Have you suddenly become a homebody, Rob?"
His face flushed yet again. "I'm sort of between now," he began. "I haven't broken up with Deirdre or stopped seeing Kathy, but ...I guess I can tell you...I just find you a real turn-on, Sis, and would enjoy being here with you."
