Blue_iiii_uk
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- Apr 29, 2001
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It had been some weeks since I first discovered a new part of my future life. I had been in the bath having a long leisurely soak, it had been a hard week at school and as usual the guys at school had been giving me a hard time.
I am not particularly well developed physically, I am quite thin and not overtly masculine in appearance. It however didn't seem to affect me to much as I was still quite popular with girls because I had quite long hair and was told to be a bit Leonardo de Caprio in looks.
The guys at school however seemed to be jealous of my popularity with girls and seized every opportunity to try to humiliate me or even provoke me into a fight. I of course usually declined their invitations because it was all too obvious that they would beat me to a pulp.
As I said the work had been long and tough and the long hot bath I had had seemed to relax me and washed away a lot of my stresses. It was as I was drying myself off that I noticed the lid was off on the linen basket, which resided in the corner of the bathroom.
I went over to it to drop in my dirty T-shirt and underpants when I noticed a pair of my sister Julie's panties. I knew they were hers because there was no may my mom would wear a thong. Even though they were slightly soiled I felt some sort of compulsion to pick them out and have a closer look.
They were white and had a front panel, which was simply made from fine delicate lace. They were undoubtedly quite sexy and I wondered what Julie looked like in them.
Julie was 19-years-old two years older than me, and had grown up from being a gawky and annoying little girl into a beautiful young lady. She was very, very popular at school and had several boyfriends at the go all at the same time. She was tall, willowy and very good looking, typical fashion model material, in fact it was only a few weeks ago that she had been approached my a local modelling agency to help out at a small local show. I admired her for she was clever, popular, and beautiful, in fact I even felt quite jealous.
Holding her panties made me shiver with a sort of excitement, it was a most weird feeling, and for some reason I looked for more of her things. Digging a bit deeper I found a matching white lacy bra and a silky slip. The compulsion I felt earlier grew within me and without making a great shattering decision, I decided to put on the things I had found.
The lacy thong panties were first and I found that my already swollen member could be concealed behind the fine lacework. It felt strange to have my buttocks parted by the elasticised thong, strange yet stimulating. The bra I found to be far more awkward, and I struggled to fasten the clasp, but eventually I had it done up and it sat comfortably around my chest. The underwired cups gaped open having nothing to fill them, so I found a pair of socks and stuffed one into each cup. Lastly it was time for the slip it was a very feminine piece of clothing very silky to touch and trimmed with a deep lace border at the bottom. I found a small satin bow on the lace trim and guessed that it must signify the front. I stepped into it and pulled it up my legs and set it around my thin waist.
I have no idea what I should have felt, wearing such things but what I did feel was excitement, nervousness, trepidation, and most of all stimulated. Within minutes I had my erect penis in my hands and was frantically masturbating over the toilet, being very careful not to soil Julie's underwear further.
Later when I was back in my own bedroom, I reflected on my activities and decided that I had had so much excitement. I had decided to 'borrow' Julie's lacy panties assuming that she would not miss them. I wore them occasionally over the next few days, under my jeans, and had continued to feel the need to masturbate, which was now much more frequently.
One day about a week later when I was alone in the house I had the familiar compulsion overtake me, and decided to sneak into Julie's room. I didn't know what I was going to do in there, I guess that I was just curious. My first port of call was a large chest of drawers I quickly opened them one by one until I found one which contained her underwear.
The sight before me was glorious Julie's underwear drawer was full of pretty lacy items in all colours and styles. I found a pair of black lace top stockings on the top and gently lifted them out, being careful to notice where they had come from so I could be sure to put them back in the same place. They were lovely and soft and very delicate, I had never actually touched an empty pair of nylons before, as girl's legs had always filled them.
Suddenly I heard the bedroom door open, so I quickly turned around, I was horrified to find Julie stood looking at me. Her underwear drawer was still pulled open and I was still holding a pair of her stockings.
I am not particularly well developed physically, I am quite thin and not overtly masculine in appearance. It however didn't seem to affect me to much as I was still quite popular with girls because I had quite long hair and was told to be a bit Leonardo de Caprio in looks.
The guys at school however seemed to be jealous of my popularity with girls and seized every opportunity to try to humiliate me or even provoke me into a fight. I of course usually declined their invitations because it was all too obvious that they would beat me to a pulp.
As I said the work had been long and tough and the long hot bath I had had seemed to relax me and washed away a lot of my stresses. It was as I was drying myself off that I noticed the lid was off on the linen basket, which resided in the corner of the bathroom.
I went over to it to drop in my dirty T-shirt and underpants when I noticed a pair of my sister Julie's panties. I knew they were hers because there was no may my mom would wear a thong. Even though they were slightly soiled I felt some sort of compulsion to pick them out and have a closer look.
They were white and had a front panel, which was simply made from fine delicate lace. They were undoubtedly quite sexy and I wondered what Julie looked like in them.
Julie was 19-years-old two years older than me, and had grown up from being a gawky and annoying little girl into a beautiful young lady. She was very, very popular at school and had several boyfriends at the go all at the same time. She was tall, willowy and very good looking, typical fashion model material, in fact it was only a few weeks ago that she had been approached my a local modelling agency to help out at a small local show. I admired her for she was clever, popular, and beautiful, in fact I even felt quite jealous.
Holding her panties made me shiver with a sort of excitement, it was a most weird feeling, and for some reason I looked for more of her things. Digging a bit deeper I found a matching white lacy bra and a silky slip. The compulsion I felt earlier grew within me and without making a great shattering decision, I decided to put on the things I had found.
The lacy thong panties were first and I found that my already swollen member could be concealed behind the fine lacework. It felt strange to have my buttocks parted by the elasticised thong, strange yet stimulating. The bra I found to be far more awkward, and I struggled to fasten the clasp, but eventually I had it done up and it sat comfortably around my chest. The underwired cups gaped open having nothing to fill them, so I found a pair of socks and stuffed one into each cup. Lastly it was time for the slip it was a very feminine piece of clothing very silky to touch and trimmed with a deep lace border at the bottom. I found a small satin bow on the lace trim and guessed that it must signify the front. I stepped into it and pulled it up my legs and set it around my thin waist.
I have no idea what I should have felt, wearing such things but what I did feel was excitement, nervousness, trepidation, and most of all stimulated. Within minutes I had my erect penis in my hands and was frantically masturbating over the toilet, being very careful not to soil Julie's underwear further.
Later when I was back in my own bedroom, I reflected on my activities and decided that I had had so much excitement. I had decided to 'borrow' Julie's lacy panties assuming that she would not miss them. I wore them occasionally over the next few days, under my jeans, and had continued to feel the need to masturbate, which was now much more frequently.
One day about a week later when I was alone in the house I had the familiar compulsion overtake me, and decided to sneak into Julie's room. I didn't know what I was going to do in there, I guess that I was just curious. My first port of call was a large chest of drawers I quickly opened them one by one until I found one which contained her underwear.
The sight before me was glorious Julie's underwear drawer was full of pretty lacy items in all colours and styles. I found a pair of black lace top stockings on the top and gently lifted them out, being careful to notice where they had come from so I could be sure to put them back in the same place. They were lovely and soft and very delicate, I had never actually touched an empty pair of nylons before, as girl's legs had always filled them.
Suddenly I heard the bedroom door open, so I quickly turned around, I was horrified to find Julie stood looking at me. Her underwear drawer was still pulled open and I was still holding a pair of her stockings.
