You know, there's always been something about cotton panties that intrigued me. Maybe it's the promise of sweetness and innocence, but, whatever it was, watching Kelly lying there in her pink, cotton panties with her knees pulled up and her fingers rubbing a crease up and down her slit, well, it took my breath away.
As I watched my little sister touch herself, I figured she wasn't doing this just for me. She was doing it for both of us. She made it clear to me earlier that she enjoyed me looking at her -- probably as much as I enjoyed it. And the way she was lying there on her bed with her legs spread wide apart, I was sure she was getting off on it, too.
She smiled at me as I sat on the side of the bed watching her. "Will you make me a promise?" Kelly asked softly.
"Yeah, sure." I replied.
"Tonight," she said, "when you're lying in bed playing with yourself, will you promise me you'll smell these panties while you do it?"
"Absolutely." I answered. "But, don't forget you promised to give me the ones you had on earlier, too."
Kelly stopped touching herself and reached over to lay her hand on top of mine. "Kyle," she continued, "listen because this is important to me. The panties I have on now are the last panties I'll ever wear as a virgin. I've been saving them for over a year just for this moment. I know you like pink and from what I could tell, you seem to favor my cotton panties over the other ones. So, I bought these and promised myself I wouldn't wear them until you were ready to make love to me."
Kelly's words almost stopped my heart. I couldn't believe she'd given this so much thought and planned it so intricately -- even down to the panties she would wear the last few moments before she lost her virginity.
"Hopefully, she added, "in a few minutes you'll keep your promise and make love to me. I just thought it would be nice for you to have the last pair of panties I ever wore as a virgin.... as a present, I mean. And, tonight, when you're masturbating, I want you to use them and think about me. Can you promise me you'll do that?"
I could have said a million different things to my little sister at that instant, but, I was so choked up, I couldn't utter a single word. This obviously meant so much to her -- and it touched me in a way that made me feel warm and happy. Before I knew it, I was grasping her hand and leaning down to kiss her softly on her lips.
"Of course I will." I answered. "I'll keep them and I'll always cherish them."
Kelly smiled at me and then moved her hand back between her legs and resumed touching herself through those pink panties. "Please," she asked softly, "can you watch me?"
She was making long, slow strokes, pressing the cotton crotch of her panties down in between her pussy lips. A small wet spot was beginning to form and as I turned my head to watch her, she asked, "Can you see well enough?"
"Uh huh." I replied. Then as I watched her, I asked, "Can you tell me how you want it to happen? I want it to be just the way you dreamed about."
She smiled a tiny smile and blushed. Then she took a deep breath and said, "First, I want you to watch me get these panties nice and wet for you. I want you to see me touching myself in them and know I'm doing it just for you. Then, I want you to kiss me down there while I'm wearing them so you can smell me and taste me."
She closed her eyes as she continued to tell me how she wanted to lose her virginity. She told me she wanted me to be the one to take her panties off once they were ready to become my present. Then she explained in detail how she dreamed about me spreading her pussy open while she held her legs up so I could examine her vagina and see her cherry. The words she used as she explained it all to me made her blush even deeper, and when she told me she wanted me to put my finger inside her and touch her hymen, I got goose bumps.
"I want to be on my back when you to make love to me." She explained.
I interrupted her at that point and said, "You know, it might be better if you were on top. You could control everything that way, and it might not hurt as much."
"You're probably going to think this is silly," Kelly replied, "but, I kind of want it to hurt. I want to feel it, Kyle. I want to feel your weight on me..... in control of me, kissing me and telling me you love me as you push your penis through my hymen. I don't care if it hurts -- I want to remember this until the day I die. I want to wrap my arms around your neck and look into your eyes as you do it and I don't want you to stop. Even if I cry and even if it hurts..... you keep going and make me your woman."
I leaned down and kissed her again, this time on her forehead as she spoke. She had a glow about her as she described what she wanted me to do to her.
"Then, once you're in me all the way, I want you to go nice and slow so I can feel every inch of your penis go in and out of me." She explained. "Then, I want you to make love to me, Big Brother. Make love to me like I was the one you loved more than anyone in else in the whole world."
Right then, I was so blown away with her explanation and description all I could do was look down at her and smile. "It'll be easy to do all that, Kelly." I said. "I do love you and I promise I'll do it just like you said."
A small tear came to her eye and she smiled. "I love you, too, Kyle. And I'm not just saying that. I really do. I know we can't be married or anything like that, but, I just want you to know I'd give up everything else -- even move away from Mom and Dad to be together with you."
The funny thing is, after she said that, I knew in my heart she meant it. I could tell it in her eyes and I could see it in her face. These were the kind of words you save for that one person in your life who you want to spend the rest of forever with. She was talking about love. Not that brother -- sister kind of love, she was talking about really being in love, like the man -- woman kind of love...... like in getting married and house in the suburbs kind of love. And what stopped me cold in my tracks was I was feeling the same things. She'd opened her heart to me and trusted me with all her emotions, and once she'd said those things, my own heart melted.
I leaned down and kissed the sides of her eyes where she was tearing. Then, wiping the tears away, I kissed her on her lips, opening my mouth to feel her tongue searching for mine. As we kissed, I felt her hand reach for mine and guide my hand to her breast and she held it there, gently pressing my palm against her nipple. I'd never, ever felt so good and so at peace with anything in my whole life. I felt like we were one -- like our souls had intersected and our hearts collided. I was totally blown away, and, totally consumed, all at the same time.
Kelly pointed to her backpack and asked, "Get my camera, would you? Oh, and in my lingerie drawer there's a red silk pouch at the very back on the bottom. Can you get that, too?"