Panty Fetish Origins

I grew up in a family of four. Mom, dad, sister (Liz), and me (Jack). I am the youngest and my sister is four years older than me. I'm 30 now. The main part of this story takes place when I was 13. 

We grew up in a pretty conservative household, church every Sunday, Fox News, government workers, you know the drill. Sex was extremely taboo to talk about, and this of course led to an insatiable curiosity surrounding the subject. 

I was and am very shy and not great with social situations so I found it hard making friends in middle school/high school/my whole life.  Back in the day, I spent a lot of time online and used this infinite knowledge resource to answer every single burning question I had about sex.

It started with anatomy images on Wikipedia. I loved studying the diagram of the vulva, and accurately knowing all the parts gave me great satisfaction. Then, I stumbled upon an actual image of a vulva with the labels and it was my first time seeing what’s between the legs of all the girls in my class. This gave me my first memorable erection. I don’t know how I transitioned to watching porn, but I quickly learned more than pee could come out of my prick.

At the time, I didn’t like seeing the other cocks in the scenes (quite the opposite is true these days, I tend to like it all). This led me to finding the wonders of watching a woman get herself off. Oh my gosh, I hit the jackpot. Watching them stroke their clits and finger themselves in a way that they only knew how gave me many orgasms throughout my youth. Their orgasms were music to my ears, their moans and groans and screams enthralled me. I became infatuated with masturbating; I was watching it, doing it, and soon reading about it.  

It didn’t take me long to find Solo Touch, and when I did I fell in love. Reading a girl’s description of her masturbation session or her dirty thoughts while she’s out in public or her formative camp experience was such a welcomed change of pace from watching it on video. Moaning can only do so much for a person. But reading about the intimate details that made someone so wet they had to change their panties multiple times, delicious.

Solotouch definitely gave me a panty obsession. I was always trying to slyly peep up the skirts of my classmates, I swear sometimes they were trying to show them off. I love that little triangle covering the secrets of womanhood.

I loved reading about guys jerking off with girl’s panties. Some of them even had their sister’s panties! So naughty!! I couldn’t believe others could be so bold. My sister and I always shared a bathroom growing up, which meant I was very used to seeing a pile of her dirty clothes left on the ground from a shower or whatever. These stories piqued my curiosity and changed how I saw thought back on those piles of clothes. 

If only I could go back, it would look like this: Smelling my sister’s dirty panties? Oh I shouldn’t. Maybe a small lick? Am I insane?!

Wrap them around my growing cock and stroke the underside with the soft gusset? Oh I might as well, I’ve come this far. 

Overcome with lust, I would move the stained, soft, pink cotton up and down along my cock. The small edges of the hems rubbing against my frenulum, bringing me close to the edge very fast. These new sensations would be unmatched but I would maintain a level head. I knew I couldn’t cum in them. That was my line, it would feel like too much. 

So I would line up with the toilet, panties still wrapped around me and shoot my load down the drain, making sure to leave only her juices on the cotton. I would put them back in her pile of clothes as if nothing had happened. 

I imagine, I would feel a little strange, slightly embarrassed, but incredibly satisfied. I left the bathroom imaging all the fun I was going to have with my sister’s panties whenever I was home alone.