Sisters

What I haven’t told you about was that I was having sex with my sister before she was having sex with me. 

I’ve always been addicted to other girls’ scents…anything from fresh female sweat to good old girl cum. Hence, I became an avid panty smeller. 

I used to look forward to specific opportunities to smell other girls. But then I began to wonder why I was waiting just for thoset. I had many sleepovers pre-lockdown, and not everyone of my friends lived in a huge house like mine. In many, there was only a single bathroom…with a single laundry hamper. 

I remember quite clearly. It was a Wednesday afternoon. I was lying on my bed, bored out of my mind, and considering a cheeky wank. I remember thinking, “I wish I had another girl’s panties.” Almost immediately Miss Brain replied, “Well, what about your sister’s?” 

The thought shot through me like an electric shock! My sister? How deliciously perverse! How kinky! I knew she was out…and would be for the whole afternoon. Even so, her room was her sanctuary, and I timidly knocked on her door, just to be certain she had actually gone out…even though I’d seen the taxi drive away with her in it. I remember pushing open the heavy oak door and stepping into her room. 

All girls' bedrooms have a feminine scent to them, and in my experience, no two girls' rooms smell the same. That might just be my hyper-sensitive sense of smell, but to me, no two are even slightly the same. Alison is fiercely organised and her room was a model of perfection. I half expected every drawer …in fact, everything to have a small, white printed label. 

The laundry hamper was in her bathroom and my heart was racing as I lifted the lid slowly. I knew what I wouldn’t find. There would be no skimpy lace panties. No thongs. Definitely nothing even remotely see-through. Alison wore ‘sensible’ cotton panties. The most she would do is permit herself at least a range of colours. 

On top were a pair of great cotton undies. For some reason, I have always found grey panties a turn on. Maybe it’s because they look dirty. Who knows? I remember picking them up, feeling the blood pounding in my ears…and my clit. Turning them inside out revealed some fresh girl cum stains. No way would Alison wear panties two days running, and I doubted very much if she would allow herself to wank off without taking her panties off. This looked to me like standard girl cream that we all release during the course of a day. 

It smelled heavenly! Sweet, flowery, musky, and the slight, almost undetectable hint of pee that I find so erotic. 

I wasn’t brave enough to rub one out in her room though. Yet neither was I brave enough to actually steal these panties and take them to my room…even for the few minutes it would take me to cum with them. In the end, I dropped them back where I found them, beat a hasty retreat to my room and finished myself off there. 

Still….that wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I began to take an interest in Alison’s movements, and soon identified times where I’d be in the house alone, and have free run of the place. I also scoped out the possibility of the utility room in the basement. Our housekeeper had a day off a week, and on those days, I’d be able to find Alison’s undies in the laundry room. 

How I came was that I was in her bathroom, wearing a dress with nothing underneath, I don’t quite know. I used to do that for the thrill it gave me from time to time. Much in the same way that some days, I’d wake up and know….simply know….that today I would indulge in a little panty peeing. 

Anyway, there I was, in her bathroom, a pair of purple cotton panties in my hand, and noticing that she had obviously had an extra-wet day. All girls have them from time to time. Days when your normal vaginal discharge is much heavier than usual. I had inhaled her until my head swam with her pheromones, and my own girl cum was beginning to ooze down my inner thighs. 

The next thing I knew, Miss Brain had grabbed the controls, and I found myself stepping into them! Slowly, I drew them up my legs, watching as the still moist crotch of the panties got closer and closer to my sex. The moment it touched, I almost fainted. The room spun around me, and my clit throbbed almost painfully. I had my sister's cunt against my own! This was months before I’d have the real thing there, but ohhh…..what a rush! 

I couldn’t cum in them. I knew I’d squirt and Alison would have found a pair of super wet undies in her hamper. I could, however, masturbate in them and pull the crotch aside. I straddled her toilet bowl and brought myself off to a savagely pleasant orgasm. 

After our physical relationship started, one day, Alison asked if we could, to use her word, ‘scissor.’ This involved us lying 180 degrees to one another, and rubbing our labia together. Sexy though that felt, there was a thought in my head that I found way more sexy…in fact, it got me off. Our holes were opposite one another. All girls know their vaginas contract and relax during sexual activity, and this expels moist air, laden with pheromones. Some of us have experienced the dreaded ‘pussy fart’ when, after vigorous sex, we make this loud, wet farty sound. 

The thought that my cunt was ‘breathing’ into Alison’s and her was doing the same to mine was wildly erotic for me. By now, we both knew the other could squirt….Alison knew I squirted far more vigorously and often than she did. Again, the thought that when I orgasmed I may well squirt up my sister’s vagina was instrumental in making me cum. 

In the end, she orgasmed first, and I felt her squirt up me which triggered my own orgasm. 

I remember her lying in my arms afterward and her saying, “Anna, I wanted your cum up my hole. I’m glad we did it like this.” 

As I said, the thought of her hole opposite and touching mine…..wow…..what a rush! Emily and I do it like this a lot for that exact reason. 

Dani, however, has never done it like that with a girl. Oh, she’s laid on top of me and rubbed mounds, as it were, but never scissored legs and done it like that. This afternoon, that will change.