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underwear funIt was the early 1980s and I was 14. It was the time of the school summer holidays; 6 weeks away from the classroom and me with nothing much to do. At the time we lived in a bit of a remote rural spot, so the long summer holiday could be quite a boring time for a restless teenager with too much time on their hands.I lived with my parents and 19 year old sister and during the day they were all out at work and so I was left pretty much to my own devices. I was old enough to be trusted to be left alone and not do anything too stupid, such as burn the house down.Because of our remote location I wasn’t able to meet up with school friends very much, the only one who lived reasonably close by was my mate Jim, so sometimes we’d hang out a bit, but a lot of the time I would be on my own, mooching around being a typical bored teenager.One day, probably out of an attempt to relieve the boredom, I wandered into my sister’s room – it was always a bit of an off limits area; we had a kind of mutual, unspoken understanding that we didn’t go into each other’s room, unless invited, which was pretty rare. I must admit that I wouldn’t have wanted her going through my room just in case she found my stash of porn mags that I had hidden away inside the sleeves of LP’s. These days we got along ok, though when younger we constantly argued and bickered, not so very different from most siblings that I knew of.I entered her room and had a look around; it was a fairly typical teenage girl’s bedroom, I suppose; dressing table with make up and hair products all over it, posters of pop stars on the wall, wardrobe full of clothes. I pulled open one of the dressing table drawers to find yet more clothes, then the next drawer and found it contained underwear. I had a rummage through her underwear and found, to my surprise and delight, that there was a suspender belt in there – it was the kind of elasticated pull on type in black with 4 straps and digging around further I found 2 pairs of stockings, one black pair and one white pair. I possessed a few porn mags, slightly old and bit tattered, obtained from friends and enjoyed wanking over the pictures of women in them but particularly liked the pictures of girls on stockings and suspenders, so the sight of these items on my sister’s drawer was suddenly very exciting for me.I can’t really say why, but I suddenly got the urge to put them on, so I quickly undressed until I stood naked in her room, my heart beating fast and breathing heavily. Taking the suspender belt I pulled it on, and sitting on her bed, I took the first black stocking and slid it up my leg; the sensation of the material gliding up my skin was heavenly, and then I attached it with the clips. My cock was getting hard as it was doing this. I then pulled on the next one and finally pulled on a pair of little skimpy satin knickers and looked at myself in her full length mirror and was so turned on and aroused by this point nearly came on the spot! My rigid cock was stretching the black sating knickers, straining against the sheer material and so I reached and pulled my cock out over them and began to wanking myself off whilst watching myself in the mirror. It wasn’t long before the tingling sensation in my balls began to build in intensity until I groaned as a jet of spunk shot out of the end of my cock and spurted a good 3 or 4 feet as it went into spasms, splashing on kaçak iddaa the carpet, followed by more spurts of come gradually lessening in intensity until my orgasm was spent and just a trickle of spunk was coming out of the end of my cock dribbling onto my fingers.”Uh-oh, ” I thought, “better clean this up.” Now I was suddenly a bit worried: what if she realised I’d been in her room? What if she realised I’d been rummaging through her underwear? Panic began to replace horniness. I took off her stuff, mopped up the spilled come from the carpet as best I could, put her things back how I think I found them, hoping she wouldn’t notice, otherwise it could be very awkward for me.That evening after she got home I anxiously waited to see if she said anything along the lines of have you been snooping around my room? If she had suspected anything, I knew her well enough to know that she would say it directly, she wouldn’t drop hints or make knowing remarks. If she confronted me I would have undoubtedly blushed and even though would have denied it, that would have given the game away, to some extent. She may not have realised quite what I had done, but even suspecting I had been through her things might have been enough to make her lock her door. She said nothing – it appeared she hadn’t noticed anything out of place – it was a great relief to me. I was still hugely turned on by what I had done and that evening jerked off over my porn mages looking at the pictures of girls in stocking wishing I was wearing them too. I still a bit worried that she might realise I’d been up to something if she noticed her underwear was in a different place to where she’d put it, so realising I must tread very carefully made a mental note to check exactly where things were, so I could be sure I’d put them back properly.Next day I went into her room and dressed in stockings and suspenders again, though this time didn’t jerk off straightaway. Instead I just spent time wearing them and enjoying the sensual feeling of having the sexy material next to my skin. It made me feel really horny and my cock was so hard and I also began to wander round the house like that. I would wank myself off two or three times a day dressed like that, then replace her things as I had found them. There was no concern about anyone arriving home early from work, so I felt quite safe.I was in the living room and it was a bright sunny day; I was wearing only her black stockings, suspender belt and a pair of silky knickers playing with my cock when I heard a knock at the door! I froze.Panic stations!”Shit shit shit! Who the fuck could that be?” From the living room there was a line of sight down the hallway to the front door, so I opened the living room door a fraction and peered out. The upper panel of the door was frosted glass and through it I could see a familiar shape: it was my mate Jim.I’d been friends with Jim since we were very young and had gone through junior school together and now attended the same secondary school. We had seen each other naked loads of times over the years, sometimes in an innocent context like changing for swimming, but other times we’d got naked together even though we were straight and liked girls; I guess it was a kind of early sexual exploration and we had played with each other’s cocks, getting each other hard; he had a cock that had a kind of leftward sideways bend to it. We’d kaçak bahis looked at porn mags together, sometimes stripping off to do so, though we’d never wanked in front of each other.I was in a bit of a quandary; it was scary, but I was also feeling very horny. Should I wait for him to get fed up and leave on the assumption I wasn’t in or should I answer the door dressed in stockings and run the risk of him…doing what? Laughing at me? Running away? Calling me a sissy fag? I’d known him longer than just about anyone other than my family and felt that if I could trust anyone with something like this it would be him; we did, after all, have a few secrets only we knew of about when we played with each other’s cocks. I had only moments to decide – this could be the worst decision of my life. I might get back to the new term in September with word having travelled round that I was a little pervert who liked wearing his sister’s underwear – that would be the rest of my school life ruined – permanently.He knocked again, a longer more insistent knock. From the living room to the bottom of the stairs was just a couple of steps; I dashed out of the living room, up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed my dressing gown and ran back down the stairs as I was putting in on and tying it and made for the front door as he knocked a third time.I opened the door slightly and peered around it.”Alright then?” he said.”Hi Jim”, I said, feeling really scared and nervous and my voice a bit shaky, “sorry about that I was just getting out of the shower.””Ah, ok. You up to much?””Not really, just mooching round a bit.” I paused for a few seconds: now or never. “You wanna come in then?””Yeah, sure,”I pulled the door open wider, but remained behind it so that my stocking clad legs couldn’t be seen from outside. He walked in as he had done on countless occasions before, but this time it was not the same. I closed the door and turned round as he was turning towards me. He suddenly noticed that my legs visible from the bottom of my dressing gown were encased in black nylon. He eyes widened.”Fuck,” I thought, “wrong decision!””What…what are you wearing?” he said after a couple of seconds looking quizically at me.”Uh,” I began awkwardly, feeling myself blushing and my face burning red, stumbling over my words, “um, I was going through my erm, sister’s room and, er, found this, er, like sexy underwear stuff of hers, so thought I’d, um, I’d try it on…”He looked at me for a second and smiled a bit.”Well,” he said slowly, “let’s have a look then.” Still feeling very nervous and shaky, I slowly opened my dressing gown and let it drop to the floor and was then just standing in front of this long time friend of mine wearing my sister’s underwear. It was a pretty surreal situation.He looked me up and down for a moment or two. “That’s your sister’s stuff is it then?” I nodded. “Hmm, gotta admit it looks pretty sexy, even on you!” he said with a slight laugh. He carried on looking for what seemed like ages but was probably just a few seconds. I still wasn’t quite sure how this might go. Then I saw his hand move down and he began to rub the front of his jeans before slowly beginning to unzip them and reaching inside pulled his cock out that was already stiffening. I gave an internal sigh of relief.”Shall we go upstairs?” I said.”Yeah.””Lead on,” I said, as he was nearer the stairs than me. güvenilir bahis He turned and went up the stairs and I followed. As we got to my room he began to undress and as he did so I lay on my bed, my cock getting stiff again after going down a bit. He was soon standing naked by my bed.”How long have you been dressing in her stuff?” “Not long – just for the past few days really, but it feels really nice to wear.”He reached his hand down and began to run it over my stockinged leg,”Mmm, feels nice, your sister’s a bit of a saucy little cow isn’t she?”He got on the bed beside me, propping himself up on his left arm, while with his right hand he reached inside the knickers and took hold of my cock and began to slowly wank me. Oh boy, this was really exciting. With my right hand I reached over and held his odd, bendy hard cock and started to toss him off.”Rub my cock on your stockings, ” he said. I raised my leg so I could oblige and holding his cock started to run it along the sheer nylon as I tugged the skin on it back and forth. “That’s good,” he whispered as he continued to tug on my cock. This was the most bizarre experience of my life, but also it was incredibly exciting and horny and although we had played with each others cocks before, we had been younger then and doing it in a more naïve and exploratory way, this time we were doing it for real.I could feel the sensation building up in my balls as he wanked me. “Oh,” I breathed, “I’m gonna come soon.””Me too,” he gasped.”I’m coming,” I said, just as a big jet of spunk shot out of my cock and splashed onto my stomach followed by several more as my cock pulsed and twitched as he continued to toss me off. I carried on wanking his cock, and just a matter of a few seconds later he grunted and his back arched as he shot a load of come that landed on the stockings and he continued to come another few spurts on them before we both sank back on the bed, our orgasms spent and now just little dribbles of spunk oozing from our softening cocks.I felt strange – quite embarrassed, slightly ashamed, maybe even a bit foolish. And also aware that I somehow had to clean up a load of spunk from my sister’s stockings and get them back to her drawer. I wondered if he regretted what had just happened.”Wow, that was amazing,” he said after a brief silence. “I shot my spunk all over your sister’s stockings,” he added with grin.He seemed fine with what had just happened, so I decided not to get too worried about it.”Yeah, gotta clean it up and hope she won’t notice.” I reached for some tissues and began to mop up the spunk and he did the same.We cleaned up and lay there for a few minutes, then he reached down and began to play with his cock again, which soon started to stiffen once more. I watched him as he began to wank himself, feeling my cock stirring again, such is the quick recovery time of youth. We both came a second time, though there wasn’t as much spunk as the first time. After that I took off the underwear and was trying to figure out how best to clean it. In the meantime he was getting dressed. We hadn’t said much, both being a bit transfixed in the moment.”I better be on my way,” he said.”Ok then.” I pulled on some clothes and went downstairs with him to the door, my mind a mass of confusion and mixed feelings. What we had done was wrong and bad and shameful and it couldn’t happen again, but at the same time it was thrilling and exciting and horny and exhilarating.”So,” he said as he stepped out the door, “same time tomorrow?””Yeah, sure,” I laughed. No way, I told myself, this can’t happen again.Still, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow to arrive…

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