A true story by Evie Lyn Zasse
My brother Adam and I have been close for as long as I can remember. Our relationship could be viewed as being extreme, but the reader will have do decide. I'm 19 and Adam in 23.
I've always had a 'thing' for my big brother. He is very good looking and has a trim, athletic body. Even in high school, I sometimes had dreams about touching him, and I would get myself all excited. I used to masturbate in my room, thinking about him. When Adam started going to college, our relationship changed drastically.
I came home from community college one afternoon and saw Adam's car in the driveway. I let myself in the house and quietly went upstairs to surprise him. I was the one who was surprised. I saw my bedroom door open and peeked inside. I saw Adam looking through my dresser. I didn't know what to think until I saw him lift up a pair of my panties. He held them gently and lifted them to his face. It looked like he was sniffing them and letting them softly touch his lips. Just them I heard the back door open and so did Adam. He took the panties that he was holding and shoved them into his pants pocket. As he stood up to close the drawer, I backed down the hall and down the stairs. I didn't say anything, but after that I tried to arrange my underwear drawer so I'd know if Adam had been sneaking into my room again. Nothing happened for about a week. Then one evening after I finished my homework, I check my drawer and discovered a pair of my pink panties was missing.
The following Saturday I was getting home from a date about ten o'clock when I noticed the light on in Adam's room. I let myself in and hurried upstairs. Adam's door was open slightly and I very quietly looked in. I was expecting to see Adam masturbating with my panties. When I looked in, I saw Adam standing in front of his mirror looking at himself. He was had my pink panties in his hand. He slipped his pants off and wrapped my panties around his cock. I must have made a noise because Adam turned around and saw me at the door.
"Oh my God, Evie, I, I, I." He stammered.
Then he sat down on his bed and covered himself with a blanket. I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me. Adam looked up at me and I could see he wanted to die from embarrassment. His face was bright red.
He lowered his head and said, "I'm so sorry."
What could I do? He looked so pitiful. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I told him that I wouldn't say anything and I left. I went down the hall to my room, got undressed and crawled into bed. Did he have a 'thing' about my panties or anybody's panties? I must have fallen asleep, because it startled me when I heard a soft tapping on my door.
I pulled the sheets around my body and called "Come in." It was Adam.
"I want to apologize." He said. "I shouldn't have taken your things."
"Why did you?" I asked.
He stood there for a long time, his head hanging down. This was not the brother I knew. Not the brother that I had wet dreams about. He started slowly, talking softly. He said that he had met a girl at college and that they had gotten drunk one night and fooled around a little together. They kissed, and she masturbated him with her panties. But she wouldn't let him fuck her.
Adam was embarrassed. I was confused. I put an arm around his waist and he put an arm around my shoulders. We sat there, in the dark and held each other. We didn't know it at the time, but we had taken the next step in our extreme relationship as brother and sister.
Several weeks later I was at the mall shopping for a few things. I was missing a couple of pair of panties that I wanted to replace. As I was looking around, I thought I might get a present for Adam, to cheer him up. He had been moping around since our 'bedroom confessions.' I found a pair of sheer white nylon briefs with lace trim and right next to them was an identical pair two sizes larger. I bought both and a few other things and headed home. When I got back to my room, I carefully wrapped Adam's 'gift' and hid it under his pillow. Adam came home just before dinner and after visiting with the family for a while, he headed upstairs. I watched TV with mom and dad and then went upstairs myself. I say the light under Adam's door and tapped gently.
"Who is it?" I heard, and when I answered, Adam opened the door and almost pulled me in. "Is this from you?" Adam asked.
"Who else would give you that kind of present?" I said. "Now you don't have to use mine."
Adam picked me up and twirled me around. When he put me down, he said. "They're beautiful, I love them." "And I love you." He said.
I don't think he planned it that way, but he bent down and kissed me on the lips. It started out as a brotherly kiss, but something came over me and I kissed him back. I knew it was wrong, I think Adam did too. As we broke apart, Adam had a questioning look on his face, but all those dreams and fantasies came rushing back into my mind. I put my finger on his lips, quieting his unspoken question. When I saw him smile, I replaced my finger with another kiss. A passionate kiss. It finally dawned on both of us what we were doing. We had the door open and we were sitting on the floor looking through one of his schoolbooks when the rest of the family came upstairs for the night.
It was several days before we found time to be alone again.
"So, did your new panties work as good as mine?" I asked.
"Yes they did, but..." Adam asked.
"But what?" I asked.
