This is the 'Revealed! Dad & Her Sex Secrets' story (in Literotica's Incest/Taboo collection) but with a totally different ending. It is suggested you read that story first, then skip down to page 2 of this story and read the different ending starting below the line of stars.
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It's a great pleasure to meet you.
I don't get to meet - let alone see - too many people, so I am honoured being able to tell you my story.
I'm Paige's panties.
Or, as Paige often describes me, I'm 'Nick's knickers' - or, alternatively, her 'lucky panties.'
I was the pair of panties she was wearing when she lost her virginity...Or, more accurately, the pair of panties she was wearing before she was blooded...and the pair of panties she was wearing immediately after she experienced her first penetration.
And - with the exception of occasions when Paige was wearing no underwear at all (those occasions on holiday when she was 'dressed' in just a yukata) - I've been her 'lucky underwear' every time she has since 'got lucky' with Nick.
Mind you, I have not seen much of that action. Paige and Nick have been 'at it' in bed and I've been discarded, lying on the floor alongside Paige's bra, having to listen to Paige's screams and moans of delight - which sometimes seem to have lasted for hours.
But I've seen things that no one else has seen...I've shared secrets no one else knows about...I've been very much closer to Paige's most feminine parts than anyone else...
...so, thankyou for giving me this opportunity to reveal all.
If you've seen the photograph of Paige on Nick's bedroom wall, I'm the pair of panties that is lying just at her feet.
As you'll have noticed, I'm not as pretty - nor as sexy - as Paige. But she obviously considers me to be her favourite pair of panties.
I'm a pale pink colour with black trim around the waist and along the edges that run down between Paige's legs. So I'm feminine, and attractive - but otherwise not outstandingly stunning.
And I've been around for a couple of years - so I have some unusually intimate stories I can tell!
It's perhaps appropriate that I should, therefore, first go back to the days when Paige was a virgin.
Paige may have been a virgin then, but she understood what sexual pleasure was all about...and she certainly knew how to pleasure herself.
During less-interesting lessons in school, as well as at home at night, Paige used to let her hand wander down between her legs and she would push my fabric down to rub that particularly-feminine nub that was usually hidden between her labia. I'd circle her clitoris...sometimes she would tap me up against it...sometimes she would squeeze me against it...sometimes she would use me to massage it...
Until, a little further down between her legs, I'd then discover I was becoming increasingly damp.
Sometimes Paige would shudder having orgasmed...which invariably meant she would soon stop pushing me around.
Sometimes - but only at home in her bedroom - she would also let out a muted, satisfied sigh.
And then those nights, after undressing, she would give me a sniff...and then a little kiss. So, obviously, I was doing something very special to please her.
Not that I minded at all! Who could object to giving a pretty 19 year-old girl a serious rubbing around her clitoris...and all the pleasure she was seeking?
On other occasions she would grab my elastic at the front and at the back and pull me tightly so that I was squeezed into that crack between her beautiful buttocks and into that smaller valley running up the front where her clitoris was hidden, and then she would rhythmically pull me up and back...up and back...obviously delighting in whatever she felt as my fabric touched some particularly sensitive area between her legs.
So I was her Sex Toy No. 1!
I had often wondered about my role - apart from the part I played for her when she was masturbating. I'd cling to Paige's hips in a way that was exactly the way that guys squeeze her waist when they are stealing that first pash.
And I'd cling tightly between her legs to ensure no breezes were able to cool her cunt or waft up her then-virgin hole.
I often wondered exactly what was down that hole. Paige would sometimes pop a finger inside and appear to be giving something down there a bit of a tickle. This would invariably bring a smile to her face. And, other times, she would insert a little white tampon and then shield me from seeing what was happening by covering me with a panty liner.
So that hole of hers remains a mystery to me.
But it certainly attracted the attention of some boys. They would try to push a hand down under my elastic waistband and get a finger as deep into that little hole as possible. And, after a bit, Paige would sternly tell them "You've gone far enough. Stop it."
My other role seems to have been to tease the guys - particularly in summer.
Paige occasionally wears short skirts and, like all girls, she would feign embarrassment when the wind lifted her skirts a little too high.
But I really knew she actually loved the added attention she momentarily received when the wind exposed me to the world.
I remember being worn to the shopping mall on several occasions when Paige and Jenny, both dressed in very short skirts, went there specifically to tease the guys.
They would stand near the bottom of the escalator until a suitable young male was obviously walking their way. Then they would ride the escalator a few steps ahead of him, occasionally leaning forward to give him a clearer view of their behinds - and, in Paige's case, of me.
Paige's favourite trick half way up the ride, would be to grab my elastic somewhere around the back, lift it, move her finger down between her legs and then allow the elastic hem to flick back down against her bottom - as if she was adjusting her knickers, relieving a slight wedgie.
She knew this always excited the guy who was down behind them on the escalator.
And having, by then, got the guy's complete attention, both girls would suddenly turn around and give him a couple of 'caught you in the act, you pervert' glares...before stepping off the escalator in a fit of giggles...and then riding the escalator down to repeat the act on another unsuspecting lad.
I'd thought it would be just desserts if these two mischief-makers were forced to repeat their shenanigans in a totally panties-less state...so the unsuspecting 'victims' would have a clear view of what is usually well-hidden between their legs.
But, being regular visitors to the nudist resort, even this 'punishment' would probably have had no significant impact on them at all! After all, both girls have holidayed each year to a resort where the lucky guys who are there freely get to see exactly what is between their legs.