My brother loves my wet pussy panties.

Wet pussy panties are always so much creamier and moister, my brother loves them. It has never really bothered me that he sneaks into my dirty clothes basket and sniffs my panties. I never tell my parents because it never really hurt anyone. It’s quite hot, in a naughty way. I first noticed him doing it when I turned 12. He got so upset when I caught him. He tried running from my room. In his shame, he forgot he was holding my little white cotton panties with pink hearts all over them. He just dashed from the room, but I caught him in the hallway.

I tried to calm him down a little. “It’s okay, you know,” I told him. He looked at me a little lost as if to ask why I wasn’t screaming. Smiling, I gave his waist a big hug. “I don’t mind. I love you big brother. And you can keep that pair, just don’t let mom find them in your room.”  He was shocked. “Are you serious?” He asked, bewildered. “Yes, of course, silly boy.” I skipped back to my room. I was of course utterly oblivious to the fact that I had just given him so many other ideas.

To me he was everything.

He was handsome, cool, and friendly. He taught me things, and he defended me from the outside world. My big brother was my first love. So if he wanted my panties to do whatever with, then he could have all he wanted. My dirty panties became our little secret. I would sometimes leave him little presents and hidden inside was a pair of panties. For every holiday, I would give him a pair of wet pussy panties. Every time he would finish with them, he would make sure they went back to the laundry so that Mom would never find out.

When I was 16, I would wake up with my brother sitting in the chair in my bedroom. He would watch me in the dark. Of course, the moon coming from the window had me illuminated, but he was utterly dark. I remember the first time I woke up and knew someone was there, I was frightened and nearly screamed. He hushed me immediately by saying gravelly, “shhh, Kali it is just me, go back to sleep.” I knew I was safe and never questioned why he would sit there.

Then on my 17th birthday, my brother came home for a visit from college.

I woke that night, and he was sitting in the dark, as was his routine every time he was home. I smiled and stretched, happy to have him there. My brother is 20 and so very handsome, and I was jealous everytime I knew about a girl he liked. This night, though, I asked him, “why do you watch me?” He did not say anything, just stood and walked toward the bed. He had a pair of my wet pussy panties from earlier that day and was using them to stroke his huge, hard cock.

Shocked, but only for a second because I had always known it was something like this. My brother approached the bed. “Kali, I watch you because I want you and that is as close to you as I could ever get.” I stared for a moment, only a minute before I hurried over and pulled the cover back. “Why?” I asked and motioned for him to lay down with me. “Why not? I have always loved you and wanted you in every way.” I knew he was losing his mind, and I’d seen some family sex stories he’d been reading on his phone sometimes.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I acted on instinct.

In the dark, I moved over to straddle his body. I slid my body down until I was stroking his cock with my pussy. I wore only a tank top and a little pink panty. He held my waist and directed my body. He pulled my panties down roughly. Lifting my body, he slid them off and positioned me over the head of his cock. When it entered, splitting me apart, I moaned like crazy. He stopped thrusting and waited, soon flipping me over onto my back. He knelt between my legs and pushed deeper in one long hard lunge. “You’re mine, Kali, now and forever.”

He moaned harder; as my pussy was being filled! That was only the beginning of it all, too. Sometimes, even if we drifted apart and moved out, he’d reach out for a little incest phone sex, and our adventures would start all over again.

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