I dedicate this story to Bart.
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In that order, Bart's fetishes are bra and panty. In that order, Bart's incestuous, sexual attractions are to his aunt Lily and his cousin Faith.
Bart had a bra and panty fetish. He didn't wear them, of course, nor did he collect them. They were just two of the many things that sexually excited him enough for him to masturbate over them. He was more sexually excited seeing a woman in her bra and panties than he was in seeing a woman topless and/or naked. There was just something about seeing a woman wearing her sexy lingerie. Seeing a woman parading around in her sexy, low cut bra with her breasts jiggling while wearing her sexy, sheer, lacy panties was what did it for him.
In addition to him having a bra and panty fetish, he was also sexually attracted to his Aunt Lily and to his Cousin Faith. Oddly enough, he was as sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin as much as he was sexually attracted to their bras and panties. When his sexual fantasy of having sex with his aunt and cousin finally came true, with the flames of forbidden incest adding to his bra and panty fetish, sex with his aunt and cousin was a double delight. Not only was he going to have sex with his aunt and cousin but also he was going to see them in their bras and panties too.
'Wow,' he thought whenever he thought about seeing his Aunt Lily and/or his Cousin Faith in their sexy, lace bras and sexy, lace panties. 'Wow,' he thought whenever he thought about having sex with his Aunt Lily or with his Cousin Faith while they wore their sexy, lace bras and sexy, lace panties.
Something that he'd never forget and that would give him masturbation fodder for the rest of his life, he had a brief affair with his Aunt Lily first and then with his Cousin Faith later. He loved seeing his aunt in her bra and panties as much as he loved seeing his cousin in her bra and panties. Granted his cousin's bra and panties were much sexier and much more revealing than his aunt's bra and panties, but seeing his aunt in her bra and panties excited him as much as seeing his cousin in her bra and panties. Yet, as if seeing his mother in her bra and panties, there was something special about seeing his aunt in her bra and panties that he didn't feel when seeing Faith in her bra and panties.
For sure, he wasn't sexually attracted to his mother in the way that he was sexually attracted to his aunt. Yet, there was something about his aunt that drove him insane with incestuous lust and sexual desire. There was something about his aunt's wide, shapely ass that made him want to hold her and kiss her while feeling her ass through her skirt and panties, her jeans and panties, or just feeling her ass through her panties.
When most other men were sexually attracted to their mothers or mothers-in-law, he was sexually attracted to his Aunt Lily. When most men were sexually attracted to their sisters or sisters-in-law, he was sexually attracted to his cousin. Not yet married, he didn't have a mother-in-law or sister-in-law nor did he have a sister. He wondered if he had a mother-in-law, a sister-in-law, and a sister, if he'd be as sexually attracted to them as he was sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin.
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Something he'd never forget and would always remember, it had been ten, long years, when Bart was just 19-years-old, since he had seen his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. It had been ten, long years since he had sex with his aunt and cousin while they were wearing their bras and panties. It had been ten, long years since he had even seen his Aunt Lily and his Cousin Faith.
Lily was 42-years-old then and her daughter, Faith was 19, the same age as him. Being that he basically looked the same, tall and thin, he wondered if his aunt and cousin looked the same too. Back then, his aunt was such a MILF of a woman and his cousin was such a beautiful, sexy, and hot, young woman. Where most young men have girlfriends, he was too sexually attracted to his aunt and cousin back then to even think of another woman. They were all he could think about. They were the only women he wanted.
He couldn't believe ten, long years had been passed since he saw both women in their bras and panties. He couldn't believe ten, long years had passed since they had sex. How time flies? Once just a teenage boy with an infatuated incestuous crush for his aunt and cousin, now he was a man still filled with forbidden, incestuous lust for his aunt and cousin. He'd love to see them both in their bras and panties again. He'd love to have sex with them both again.
He attended an out-of-state college for four years and then accepted a job in another state. Taking drastic measures, the three of them went cold turkey from having incestuous sex. The only way they could stop themselves from acting on the incestuous, sexual urges that manifested for their blood related relatives was for them not to see one another and not to be around one another. What he did in having sex with his aunt and cousin was wrong and what they did in having sex with him was wrong too. Yet, instead of blaming them, he blamed himself and accepted full responsibility for his incestuous actions. As far as he was concerned with him starting the whole fiasco by snooping through their lingerie drawers, it was all his fault. He had no one else to blame for his incestuous, sexual indiscretions but himself.
Nonetheless him not seeing them and accepting the blame for their incestuous affair, not a day went by that Bart didn't think about Lily and/or Faith. As if he had become addicted to the sexy images of them, not a day went by that he didn't masturbate over the thoughts of seeing them in their bras and panties. As if he had become addicted to having sex with them, not a day went by that he didn't masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with his aunt and cousin while they wore their bras and panties. He missed them. He still wanted them. Seemingly with him still thinking about them ten, long years later, obviously, he couldn't live his life without them in it.
Even though he had sex with plenty of college coeds, whenever he was alone with his bad self and horny, he'd masturbate over imagining his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties while having hot, incestuous sex with them. Compounding the sexual fetish that he had for bras and panties, there was just something about seeing his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties that drove him insane with sexual desire. Where most men dream of topless and/or naked women, seeing a woman wearing her bra and panties did it for him. It was an overload of incestuous, sexual arousal, wanton desire, and lustful, sexual frustration when remembering his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties.
'I miss them so very much,' he thought while masturbating himself over the remembered images of this aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. 'I wish I could see them again,' he thought while masturbating himself over the imagined images of what they looked like now, ten years later, while wearing their bras and panties.
He loved seeing, touching, and feeling bras as much as he loved seeing, touching, and feeling panties. He couldn't walk by a lingerie counter without reaching out his hand to touch and feel bras and panties. Whenever he saw, touched, and felt bras and panties, he couldn't help but think of his aunt's and cousin's bras and panties. Whenever he saw, touched, and felt bras and panties, he remembered going through his aunt's and cousin's lingerie drawers to touch, feel, and sniff their sexy bras and panties.
Where most men were comfortable roaming the isles of a giant hardware store, he loved walking through the lingerie department of a woman's store. If ever he were a rich man, he'd buy a big house with a room, a fetish room to house his collection of bras and panties. Even though he didn't have a collection of bras and panties now, he imagined having a collection of bras and panties then. He imagined buying mannequins and dressing them up with wigs and clothes to make them look like his Aunt Lily and Cousin Faith. He imagined undressing them to expose their bras and panties to him while he masturbated over the sight, albeit the mannequin sight, of seeing his aunt and cousin in their bras and panties. Even better, he imagined hiring a professional to make wax figures of his aunt and cousin in their exact likenesses for him to dress and undress them.
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He remembered back to the last time he saw them, the summer before he was leaving for college. He wondered now, if the reason why they agreed to have sex with him was because they knew he'd be leaving and not returning, maybe he'd be gone forever. Regardless if their reasons to have sex with him were convenient ones, that was the best summer of his young life. Basking in the sexual memory of them, with his hand firmly around his cock while masturbating himself, he allowed his mind to drift back in time.
"Bartholomew. Yoo-hoo," said his cousin Faith waving to him. "Barty."
He watched his 19-year-old cousin jog over to him as if she was Bo Derek in the movie 10. No matter what she was wearing, every time he saw her he imagined her wearing nothing more than her sexy, lace bra and her sexy, lace panties. Knowing how much he hated being called Bartholomew, her way of annoyingly teasing him, she always called him that instead of Bart. Just as annoying, as she did just now, sometimes she called him Barty. He hated that name as much too.
Yet, whenever she called him Barty, as if that was their secret, code name between cousins, he felt more connected to her. With not much that he could do with Faith's name other than to call her Hope, Charity, or Prudence, he just called her Faith. If anything, he held faith that one day he could sexually get with his cousin. He'd love nothing more than to strip her down to her underwear and have sex with her while she wore nothing more than her bra and panties.