Stacy, my older sister by three years had just turned twenty-one and though still living at home while she attended a nearby university, had been given pretty much free-reign to come and go as she pleased, and to basically do whatever she pleased now as well, since mom and dad considered her an “adult”, though still treating me like a small child in comparison the way I saw it.Īrriving home from my very frustrating date, I saw that one of Stacy’s boyfriend’s cars was parked out front of the house. Something I once again knew I would satisfy later in my own bed. I had come home late from a date, frustrated as usual at the time, a little light petting permitted that did nothing more than arouse and excite me to the boiling point, where I stayed without any sort of release or pleasure to conclude that. But I discovered because of that, I did have a thing for her soiled panties, that for whatever reason inflamed my desire and need to masturbate myself with them until I came adding my own sticky discharge to the stains she had herself already placed there. I didn’t have a thing for my sister either, though she was certainly attractive and had the attention of several boyfriends who fell all over one another vying for her attention.
