My stepsister called me "Pervert."
It started when she discovered I was using her panties when I masturbated. She really lit into me and I was very embarrassed. I tried to apologize and promise I would never do it again but she never let me get a word in.
Nearly an hour later, after replaying her tirade over in my mind, I came to the realization that her anger was not because I used her panties to jack-off but because I was slow in putting them back into the laundry basket. She was mad because she could not find the panties she wanted to wear.
I resolved to use her panties responsibly and return them to the laundry basket as soon as my cum covered them.
My stepmother sister and I were a closely-knit family. Dad worked on an engineering crew that erected dams all over the world and would at times be gone for a year. At the time of the panties incident he was somewhere in South America and would not be back for at least six months.
My stepsister married right out of high school and divorced less than two years later. Thankfully there were no kids involved. Before she married the guy I warned her that he was a world-class loser. I had never said, " I told you so", since she moved back home. She appreciated that.
My sister was the cutest girl in the world. She was just over five feet tall, just under 100 pounds, dark red hair, beautiful face, and a cheerful disposition. She was eighteen months older than me and I adored her. I know some guys would not tell their sister they loved them but I had never had that hang up. I often told my sister I loved her and had hugged and kissed her since she joined my family when I was three. She was attending the local Junior College with the goal of becoming a paralegal.
Mom was the cutest Mom in the world. She and her daughter were often mistaken as sisters. The only measurable difference between them other than the nineteen-year gap in age was that Mom had the larger tits. She had a very dry sense of humor that was shared by Sis and me and by her brother and sister. I also kissed and hugged my mother often.
I too was attending the Junior College with the goal of becoming a professional photographer. I towered over my Mom and Sis at just under 6 feet tall, slim, with the body of the swimmer I had been in high school.
I was getting laid on a semi-regular basis but none of my relationships ever lasted over three weeks. My best and longest lasting fuck buddy had been my former sister in law but after the divorce we thought it would be best for family harmony if we cooled that off for a while, hence the frequent self help sessions.
The fetish began when late one evening while caressing my dick in the bathroom I spotted a pair of my sister's thongs that had not quite made it into the laundry basket. I picked them up and immediately noticed they were drenched in pussy juice. I put them up to my face and inhaled her sex fragrance deeply. My dick got as hard as it had ever been and I erupted within a minute to one of the best cums in my life. I was instantly hooked. I took those panties to my bed and a fetish was born.
The bad habit that got me in trouble also started then, as I did not return the panties to the laundry basket for a week. There were times I had three or four of her panties under my pillow at the same time. No wonder she was mad.
I did notice that after my manners improved her panties seemed to be at the top of the laundry basket whenever I looked. However, if we passed each other in the hallway and I had one of her panties in my hand she would always say, "Pervert." She had an amused look on her face each time she said it so I realized that I was being encouraged in my fetish.
About three weeks after her lecture we were sitting on the sofa not watching a boring sitcom. I was in my usual boxer short and t-shirt uniform, she was in her usual mid-thigh nighty with matching panties. My sister seldom wore a bra. She did not need to, her small breasts had presence.
She asked me what got me started on the panties snatching habit.
I related the first incident to her then asked, "Who was the guy you were with? He certainly had your juices flowing. I was surprised I did not find cum on your panties."
"There was no chance of that, I was out with Maria."
I was stunned. It took a giggle from my sister to get my mind back to the present so I could ask the question, " Maria fucked you?"
"Yes, well, sort of. We finger fucked each other. As horny as we were that night there were no guys at the club we would consider fucking. Maria said she would settle for a good kiss and a finger in her cunt so I did that to her. I was so bad. It started as a joke but the second my hand touched her pussy her tongue darted into my mouth and it just went from there,"
"You did this at the club, in public? ".
"Yes and no. The kiss and my hand on her crotch were at the club but we were in the ladies room. We were in her car on our driveway when the real action started.
Maria wanted to leave the club right after we left the restroom and she brought me straight home. Neither of us said a word while driving here. Anyway, before getting out of the car I kissed her again and her tongue immediately went into my mouth. She was moaning. I raised her dress and cupped her pussy with my hand and she went crazy. I soon had her panties to one side and a finger in her pussy. She was so hot I did not want to disappoint her and I kissed and finger fucked her until she had a big cum. I have to admit it was awesome.
I kept kissing her until she came down off her orgasm then she immediately lifted my dress and plunged one, then two fingers in my very ready pussy. Her tongue never left my mouth. She gave me my best cum in ages. We agreed to be each other's emergency service. We have repeated the act three times since then.
I see you liked my story."
She was looking at my boxer shorts that now had a very prominent tent just to the side of the aperture. My sister had a clear view of most of my very erect dick through the opening. She stood and bent over to kiss me, her tits coming into full view through the gap of her nightgown. She lifted my face and gave me an amazing kiss. We had kissed lip to lip all our lives but this was very different. It was a soft, warm, wet, lingering kiss. I felt her tongue briefly caress my lips.