When You Don’t Noc

All characters in this story are older than 18.

It's the middle of summer and the livin' is easy. Today finds the midday temperature at a very reasonable 80 degrees. The sun is out, not a cloud in the sky and a lite breeze moving just enough air to keep you comfortable. A perfect day to kick back and relax. Maybe snooze and let the time roll by.

My chores are done and I just want to lay on the chaise lounge in the shade of the ash tree outback. I already have my lemonade and snacks and some light reading material from one of my adult magazines. Attire is casual. Board shorts and lightweight Tee-shirt.

I flop down and take a sip of lemonade. The Tee-shirt is off and the Ray-Bans on. Small sparkles of sunlight filter down through the leaves and shimmer around as the breeze moves the leaves above. This is perfect. I turn to the first article in my magazine.

Nudes on the beaches of the Caribbean. Beautiful, dark tans around patches of white skin breasts and shaved crotches. These lovely girls in the surf stir my resting penis. I fantasize about the feeling of their moist skin on my chest and thighs as we embrace in anticipation of the next wave coming in on us. It must be paradise out there on the white sand beaches with palm trees and beach towels. Soaking in the sun and watching the naked girls tan without a care in the world. I would love to be there.

My penis is also fantasizing about what would be happening on those beaches with those beautiful women. I can see that by the small tent be erected by my swelling shaft and glans. I reach down and make a small adjustment so my penis can comfortably stretch out in my roomy board shorts. I give my balls a scratch and my shaft a stroke as I get back to my magazine and the next page of photos.

The mood is delicious. I am comfortable and getting horny from the magazine. The feeling of silk panties on my penis would be all I need to step this up to the next level. I'm home alone. The parents are at work and my sister is out visiting with a friend. I have the house to myself.

I get up and head inside the house and down to the laundry room. I'll go through the hamper and find myself a nice sexy pair of used panties. Something sheer and pastel. A hipster with a high cut front. Those are always sexy when worn by a woman and the gusset hugs the vulva. The labia and vagina add just the right scent to stir my imagination. I sort through the entire hamper and there is not a single panty that fits my needs.

I head for the hamper in the upstairs bathroom to see what I can find. Someone surely left something for me from last night. The hamper has a few changes of clothes, but no sexy panties. It seems no one was being adventurous yesterday. The utility briefs are okay. Smooth and comfortable, but lacking a bit in the sexy department. My choices are to see if there is anything to find in my mom's room or sister's room. As expected, there is not much choice from mom's used panties. The last gasp is in my sister's room.

The door to my sister's room is closed so I just open it and barge in. To my complete surprise my sister is lying there in bed, covered by a thin, fine sheet. She is also surprised with a look of shock on her face. My panty raid is going to be a bust and now I have to explain why I am in her room.

"Hey, when did you get home?"

"When you were doing chores in the backyard".

"Why didn't you come out to help, or be social or work on your tan?"

"I was tired and wanted to take a nap".

My mind was getting reoriented after my surprise. The small talk was confounding my sister, she was having difficulty making her responses. Usually, she would have come out to talk or help or just say "Hi". And to find her in bed on a nice warm day under her sheet also seemed odd.

"You okay?"

"Yeah".

"Kind of warm for a sheet. You sick?"

"No. I'm fine."

Her eyes were like she was a deer in the headlights. She was lying on top of a couple of pillows, like she would be watching television, but the television wasn't on. Her arms were under the sheet and hands appeared to be on her hips. Her legs were spread apart, the settling sheet making a vee. The sheet was pulled up to her chin and covered everything from her shoulders down. She was not moving at all and looking rather stiff.

"What' cha doin'?"

She didn't answer.

"You sure you're okay?"

She just looked and still didn't answer.

What had I come upon? What did I catch her in the middle of? What was she doing?

"What' cha got under the sheet?"

Now I was getting nosy and putting her on the spot. I had an idea what had been going on.

"You want some help?"

I smiled and stepped right next to the bed. Now I was standing over her and looking down. I looked down from her eyes to her chest and I was sure I could see nipples poking up through the sheet. I thought I would take a chance with her. It was time to put her on the spot.

"I came in looking for some of your panties and this is what I find. Got any I can have?"

Now she looked embarrassed. Too personal a question? Not what she wanted to hear? Was she going to get pissed and throw me out of her room?

She still didn't move. She didn't seem to have a response for me.

I sat down on the bed right next to her hips. Her hands did not move. My weight on the bed sheet caused it to slide down and uncover her shoulders and upper chest. She was not wearing a bra. Her hands and arms finally moved as she quickly came up and grabbed the sheet to keep it from moving down anymore. When her hands moved, she closed her legs a little and as the sheet settled you could see the vee of her legs and her crotch. I imagined her naked under the thin fabric of the sheet.

My eyes roamed from her crotch, to her nipples and back up to her eyes. Her eyes caught and held my gaze. She was a beautiful woman. Her physical activities kept her body firm and tight. She had B sized breasts with large, dark areola and long perky nipples. I always stared at her bikini top when she was outside sunbathing. When she had me apply suntan lotion, I would always spend extra time above and below her top and bottom, making sure I felt as much of her as I could.

Her waist was smaller than her hips giving her the classic hour glass body. She had perfect buttocks that were not too large. They were a good size match for her breasts. She was very well proportioned. I loved to look at her body. When she asked me to apply suntan lotion, I made sure I spent ample time between her thighs massaging the soft skin below her crotch. I am sure she liked that and I could see her spreading her legs to give me more room to get closer to her vulva.

Now, here I was, sitting on her bed, looking at the shape of her body below that sheet, imagining what was hidden below the thin layer of cotton fabric. I looked at her face with its smooth skin and high cheek bones. Her lips were soft and full and always looked moist and inviting. I wondered what it was like to have lips like hers pressed against mine. Her blue eyes were relaxing and her anxiousness was lessening.

"What can I do for you?"

"Are you really looking for panties?"

I had forgotten I said that when I came into the room and was caught red handed.

"Uh, yeah. I was reading, uh, looking at pictures and thought it would be nice to drape some panties over my penis under my board shorts."

She had me there. I guessed that she knew I was into her panties for a long time. She could probably tell when her drawer was rearranged or the hamper was open and clothes from days ago were now on top. And sometimes there were damp panties where there should only be dry panties. I had just admitted to her that I was using her panties.

"I like your sheer hipsters. They look extremely sexy and I love the feel of the silky fabric on my penis."

It felt kind of good to confess this to her. Now she knew for sure that I like her panties.

"I try them on, the stretchy ones. My package looks so good when trapped under the tight grip of your panties. I like the feel of the gusset that has been nestled against your crotch for hours on end. Honestly, I love your smell."

Was I giving away too much information? Here I had caught her in her bedroom doing God knows what and now, here she is, finding out my darkest secrets.

"So that's why my panties are getting stretched out? You wear them? A lot?"

"Well, not a lot, but when I masturbate and fantasize it is nice to be encased in that smooth, silky fabric".

"I'll have to get you your own. You have to come panty shopping with me. You'll love it. The sales girls love it. You'll be the center of attention."

"What do you mean?"

"They'll want to dress you up. And they watch to see what else they should try on you. You will be the high point of their day. The center of their attention."

Now I had something to look forward to. Panty shopping with my sister.

"I appreciate you doing that for me. I'd love to have your panties. How do I return the favor?"

"Take off your board shorts."

That caught me off guard. I didn't expect my sister to be home and now she was having me get naked in front of her. I stood up and hooked my thumbs in the short's waist band and slid them down off my hips. Halfway down my thighs the shorts dropped to the floor. And that was how I ended up naked in front of my sister.

My penis was quickly swelling and throbbing, getting hard and erect. She stared with wide eyes and a smile. She had never seen me naked and erect before, at least to the best of my knowledge. Now she knew everything about my body. In less than a minute I had reached my full erection and my penis pulsed up and down with my heart beat.

I saw her hands let go of the sheet and move back down to her hips. I grabbed the corner of the sheet and pulled it off her body. She wore only a sheer pair of bikini style panties. The waist band was black lace and the front and back panels were yellow. The fabric was see-through, smooth and silky. I could see her neatly trimmed bush on her mons and the very front of the slit in her labia. The fabric was 360 stretch and hugged the form of her body, showing every curve and sexy feature.

Her hands had gone back up to her breasts and she was modestly trying to cover her nakedness. She could cover the breasts completely but her hands conformed to the beautiful mounds of flesh on her chest. It was beautiful.

"I like your panties. Very sexy".

I reached over and lightly stroked my finger-tips across the fabric over her pubic hair and down to her clitoral hood. She tensed and quivered as I stroked the smooth fabric stretched over her mons. The black lace framed her sexiness and accentuated the beauty of her labia lips and clitoral hood. I wanted to bend down and kiss her clit.

She reached for the lace waist band on her panties and began sliding them off her hips. God, I could hardly believe what I was seeing. Her body was beautiful. Every square inch of her flesh was screaming to be stroked, caressed, hugged, kissed and sucked. I was trapped by her feminine magic. I was hers to command. She removed her panties past her feet and held them up for me.

"Put them on".

She didn't have to ask twice. I could see the panty gusset was moist. Her outer and inner labia lips were also moist. The soft flesh glistened in the room light. I wanted to touch her. I could have dropped to my knees and begin licking and sucking those lush folds of skin between her legs. But I could hardly move. The prospect of what was to come was mind numbing.

I thought of all the times I had pulled her panties on over my throbbing penis and looked at myself in the mirror. I thought of all the times I had stroked my penis with her panties as I fantasized about the clitoris and vagina hidden in the soft folds of her vulva. I thought of the times I held the gussets of her used panties to my nose so I could smell the enchanting fragrances from her clitoris and vagina. I felt my penis ready to explode from being so hard.

With knees nearly collapsing I took the panties from her hand. Her fingers touched my fingers and electric sensations shot into my body. I let my knees press into the mattress so my legs didn't buckle beneath me. I slowly raised the panties to my nose so I could inhale her scent. I looked to her face. Her eyes moved between my penis and the panties. When I held the panties to my nose, she stroked her labia with her hand and brought it up to her nose. We both inhaled the sex that was in the air. We were sharing the moment.

"Put them on".

I held the black lace waistband in my hands, bent over and stepped first one foot, then the other through the leg holes. Then I stood back up, sliding the panties up my calves and thighs until the damp gusset was pulled against my crotch. The front panel fabric sent heavenly feelings into my glans as it slid over the pulsing head. I could fall down at any second.

I could see her looking approvingly at my penis snuggled in her panties. The tight panties accented the bulge of the glans, shaft and testicles. She reached out and stroked. My legs shook as her fingers traced down my penis to my testicles. Stroking back up produced the same feelings. My hands instinctively reached down and took hold of her hands. I moved my hands with hers, moaning my approval. I am glad I barged into her room uninvited. These feeling she was giving me were electric

"Make me cum", she said.

I had decided that she was in the process of masturbation when I barged in on her. That's why her panties were so wet. That's probably why she was so flustered with my arrival. I must have interrupted at an inconvenient moment. But I am glad I did interrupt her. It opened the doors to the start of a whole new experience for both of us.

I knew my sister was a hottie. You could tell by just looking at her. She knew she was a hottie and enjoyed being stared at by horny young men such as myself.

She would come down stairs to breakfast wearing nylon nighties that would fall open if she leaned forward to get a spoon or glass of water. She always sat so I would be able to catch the show when she got her serial, poured the milk, sprinkled on sugar, added fruit and savored each spoonful. I could see her breasts and they would jiggle seductively as she moved her arms. Her glorious B sized breasts were beautiful and enchanted me.

When she wore her panties, they were so sheer you had no trouble telling she had pubic hair on her mons and that she kept it trimmed or shaved clean. She would spread her legs and the one-layer gusset would frame the outer and inner labia lips of the vulva. Toward the front of the slit you could see the clitoral hood and the nub of the clit beneath. At the other end you could see the hole of her vagina and the soft flesh that surrounded it. Her body was a wonderland that I wanted to visit and play in forever. Up till now all I had been able to do was look and stare and masturbate with her panties. That was all about to change.

I was still standing next to the bed so I used my hands and voice to tell her to roll over on to her tummy. It was erotic to see the small of her back rise up to the two buttocks. The spine led up to her shoulders and graceful neck. From her buttocks, the thighs and calves led to her ankles and petite feet. This sight was of a body to behold. I was cherishing the view and the pleasure we could derive from the well-formed and smooth flesh. I had to start with her head.

I climbed onto the bed and straddled her butt. I sat my panty covered testicles into the crack between those beautiful mounds of butt cheek flesh. The cheeks were soft to the touch, but she could flex powerful muscles within to give anything between the cheeks a good squeeze. With my palms on each cheek I spread the crack wide open then sat, putting my testicles deep into her crack. Now I was caressed by flesh I had lusted after for years.

I leaned forward and put my fingers into her hair and began to massage her scalp. I would alternate pressure rubbing with fingernail scratching. Stimulation was spread from brow to neck and ear to ear. I got the most response when rubbing firmly where the neck joined the base of the skull. The thumbs worked both sides of the vertebrae and the fingers went on to both sides of the neck. Her shoulders flexed rhythmically with the massage.

I moved on to her ear lobes, cheeks and chin before finishing with her head. I stroked lightly over her closed eyelids and down her nose. I also stroked across her lips from side to side. A rub on her temples finished the ministrations to her head and scalp. I was rewarded by the first of many clenches by her butt cheeks on anything that was placed in that crack.

Then it was on to her shoulders. Starting at the neck, I worked on the tops of the shoulders moving to the outside and down her arms. Then I would knead the flesh on the back of her arms as I worked back up to the arm pits. I slid my fingers down between her arms and her rib cage marveling at both the softness of the skin and firmness of her flesh. As I moved down her rib cage, I tried to go deep enough to be able to reach my fingers on to her breasts. I could only feel a small amount of fleshy breast fat and muscle. I yearned with anticipation for my encounter with her breasts.

I worked up and down the shoulders and arms many, many times. The more I worked the flesh and muscle the more squeaks and moans came from her mouth. No hugs from her butt, she was lost in my massage.

The spinal column down her back was a special place for me. There was such a wide expanse of flesh and skin to stroke, massage and fondle. And her skin was perfect. The tan lines from her bikini top were distinct and marked where my application of suntan lotions started and stopped. The flesh and muscle was thin on the backbone and ribs. The bones of her frame were well defined. When I got to the small of her back there was more muscle and I could massage deeper and harder. She responded with deeper moans and longer squeals. She enjoyed this deep tissue massage and gave me many butt hugs as I worked.

The way she was reacting to my massage, I'm thinking her back was one of her many erogenous zones. She reacted the most when I got down to the top of her hips and buttocks. It was easy to massage around to the front of her hips and get fingers onto her mons. This made her buck her hips when I rubbed on the front like that. Another erogenous zone to make note of for the future.

I slid back so I could get between her legs as I sat on my calves and knees. Right at my knees I could see the crack in her vulva that ran from the vagina down and to the front with her clitoris. I now had access to the largest and fleshiest and sexiest muscle mass on her body. I could press fingers and palms way into her butt muscles and work them around. I could push down and out and watch her butt cheeks spread and expose her clenched anus. Hot, Hot, Hot. And I could rub the fleshy muscles on the outsides of her hip bones. I was getting her most verbal reactions to my massage technique.

I worked that soft flesh all the way around her hips from the back crack up to the intersection of her legs with her mons. Reactions to rubbing on the mons were about equal to those I got by pushing and probing on and in her butt cheek muscles. This part of her body was amazing. The skin was so smooth and soft. The flesh was deep and sensuous but the muscles were powerful in their response to certain touches. She most liked a hard deep massage followed by light, stroking fingertips dragging over all the skin of her hips and butt.

I slid further down the bed until I was at her ankles. Now I could massage the deep tissue on the backs of her thighs and calves. She liked it when I spent time on the insides of her thighs up by the vulva. When I got close to the vulva, she would dig her fingers into the bedding and bury her face as deep into the bed as she could. She instinctively spread her legs to give me better access to her labia. I'm thinking she likes this part of her body being touched. So, I did it more. Light stroking had the same effect. It was empowering to see her quiver and moan as my fingertips stroked over her smooth skin.