WIP - Jane's Drawer

fourinches

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Okay, this is my first erotica work and my first post on this site. Can you guys please tell me if you like it or not? I'm only half way done so I'm not posting all of it right now. If you could, can you tell me what you liked about it, what you hated, and what you think will come next?
Thanks and enjoy!



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Preview: A boy lives with his older sister- After seeing her thong, it's all that he can think about. So, he starts snooping around.... What will happen next?
Current Word Count: 2,583
Revisions made: 2

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Jane’s Drawer

Laying in bed, I could tell that today was going to be just another boring Sunday with my sister, Jane. I moved into her small house after our mom passed away nearly a year and a half ago and I had started to become bored with what little was around to do. I had to sell some of my stuff, including my mountain bike, to move away from all of my friends to the other side of town. But, it won’t be too long until I’m out of here. It’s only 6 more months until I graduate and go up north for college.

I finally got up out of bed around 9:30 after my stomach was begging me to get some food so I decided that I would check the pantries for some cereal. The house was is excellent condition but the pantries always seemed a little empty. I scratched my head as I penned my door and stepped into the hall- I made sure not to be too loud because I knew my sister liked to sleep in. I walked passed her room and into the kitchen to get some cereal.

“Good morning!” A voice yelled from the living room couch.

“Oh, I thought you were asleep.” I said to her while trying not to show her how scared she made me. “I forgot. Aren’t you going to that place today?”

“Yeah,” she said as she finished combing her blonde hair. “The meeting’s in about 40 minutes. I want you to pick up the house while I’m gone today.” She was wearing a cyan and somewhat formal blouse with a pair of tight, black pants. She was wearing heals and matching blue earings. “Do you think you can do that for me? We shouldn’t let it get too dirty.”

“Yeah, I’ll pick up some.” I didn’t really have the intentions to clean up the whole house. I’d probably do some but the house didn’t seem dirty enough to spend the whole day cleaning. “I need to vacuum anyways.”

I finished pouring my cereal and sat at the table and looked over towards the couch at my sister. She couldn’t see me because she was facing the opposite direction but so it gave me chance to just stare at her. I was barely 18 and she was 20 but she looked so much more mature. Maybe it was because she owned a small house or maybe it was how much she works. I took another bite of my cereal as I continued to stare at her.

“Alright.” She stammered as she stood up in her heels. “I gotta go now. I want to make sure I’m there early so the moderators will be sure that I’m serious about my plans.” Of course, she was talking about her plans for the bakery she manages. “Make sure you get your dirty cloths into the laundry room.” She walked past me and smiled- Her pink lip gloss shined and when she turned toward the door, I got a glimpse of something I never noticed before... Her pink thong was riding up past her beltline! I sat there staring at it for a good 5 seconds before she finally walked out of the house and shut the door. I had lived with my sister for almost a year and a half and I never saw anything like that. Sure, Jane’s beautiful but it took me until now to realize that she was hot, too.

As I finished my breakfast, I kept thinking about her thong showing. I felt my cock get harder and I decided to quit. It kinda grossed me out thinking about my own sister the way I was. I cleaned up where I was eating and decided that I would go ahead and clean up the kitchen since it wasn’t in that bad of shape. I wiped down the counter-top with a washrag and threw it into the laundry room which was right beside the pantry. Next, I walked to my room to gather my dirty cloths. I grabbed my jeans from a few days ago, a couple of shirts , some other stuff, and rolled it into a ball as took it back to the laundry room. When I got there, I looked down at the washrag I threw- It didn’t exactly make it into the basket, so I threw down the cloths I was carrying and bent down to pick it up. When I stood back up, I noticed that there, on the floor, was one of my sisters thongs. This one was a pale green color and it looked a bit dirty. Seeing it made me think once more of my sister and again, I felt my dick start getting harder. I tried to walk away and forget about it but as I walked back to my room, I noticed my sister left her door open so I happened to sneak on into it.

By now, my cock was still flaccid, but it was getting bigger. I checked around her room and saw that she left it in pretty good shape. Everything was where it was supposed to be- Including her dresser. I walked over to it slowly. I could feel my heart start to beat harder just as my cock started to get harder in my flimsy sleep shorts. I knew which drawer to go to because I often had to put away the laundry that we did. I think it’s funny how I never thought anything of them until now... I tugged on the handle and the drawer slid out with much ease. It was a small drawer but it looked like there were over 20 thongs shoved into it. The scent of her body filled my nostrils. My dick was now completely erect and as hard as it ever had been. I started to rub on it over the cotton shorts I was wearing. It felt amazing sliding my fingers up and down the shaft while I looked over the treasure.

She had some white ones, some yellow ones, some black ones... I moved my face closer to the drawer as I rubbed on my cock a little harder. “What am I doing here?” I thought. “This is my sister’s thong drawer!” It was risky but I knew that she wouldn’t be home for another hour so I calmed my anxiety down. I put my extra hand into the drawer and started moving them around to see if I could find any like the one she wore today. Some were rough but most of them were smooth my fingers felt good just moving across them. My heart started beating harder and harder. Finally, I saw it! There was a pair that looked exaclt y like the ones she was wearing today! I pulled it out and rubbed on it with both of my hands. It smelled great and felt nice between my fingers. The texture was smooth and cold which made me feel even more excited. I moved it closer to my face to smell it and what came next was simply amazing. I never smelled any kind of aroma as powerful as that- It filled every bone in my body with relaxation.

I was never this turned on by anything before- I set the thong down on the dresser and slid off my shirt and then my shorts. My cock had never been so big. Usually, it was around 6 and a half inches, but now if felt like 7 and a half! I felt great! I grabbed the thong and sat on my sister’s bed’s edge and inhaled once more. My cock throbbed for me so I grabbed it with one hand and started to move the thong over towards it. The cold fabric touching my warm dick made me feel tingly so I jerked the thong away real fast. I moved the thong towards it once more and pressed the two together. The tingling was exactly what my cock was thriving for.

Another idea popped into my head- I got up quickly and walked to the drawers. Next to her thong drawer, Jane kept her bra drawer. I opened it, too, and rummaged through it. The female scent was making me pulse faster and faster. A matching, pink bra caught my eye so I quickly pulled it out and sat back down on the bed. I rubbed both the bra on my chest and the thong on my dick but made sure neither would touch the tip because I didn’t want to leave any kind of stain. The bra warmed my chest and the g-string made my heart race. I stood up and rubbed myself one more time with both.

I walked over to the full-sized mirror that Jane had set up in her room. My penis never looked so huge before! I felt very masculine. I turned around to look at my butt and got the crazy urge to slap it. It was kinda loud and didn’t feel that good, so I turned back around to look at my erection again. I looked at my reflection’s hands to see the bra and panty. A smile ran across my face as I set the thong down and put the bra over my chest. It took some work, but I managed to get my hands behind me to pull together the bra’s latches. I looked in the mirror again and rubbed on my nipples though the pink bra like they do in porn films. I started jerking my dick again with my right hand and picked up the thong with my left. I felt really close to cumming but I wanted to try to hold it in as long as possible so I started to slow down and finally stopped.

I grabbed the thong with both hands and stepped into it like I would boxers. I was so excited that I almost fell over. The moved up my legs pretty easily and they fit really comfortably . My dick was hanging out of the top and the constriction of the elastic band made it thick with blood and pulse even harder. My hands rubbed my bare ass and over the pantyline to my dick. I started rubbing what was hanging out as I turned around to see the back. I tried pulling the back up to match how my sister had hers but I couldn’t get it to look right. I started jerking faster and faster until I heard the front door swing open. I had forgotten to lock the front door!

I didn’t know what to do! Her drawers were open, her bedsheets was a mess, and I was standing in her underwear! I ran to pick up my cloths and try to run out the door and into my room but as soon as I reached for the doorknob, the door swung open which caused me to drop everything I was holding. It was Jane- She was standing there with a confused look on her face.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled at me as I stood frozen. “Oh, my gosh! Those are mine!!”

I couldn’t speak- I was completely stiff. I didn’t know where to go. I couldn’t run out the door because she was blocking the way so I just stood there. I took a gulp and started... “I.... I....” I tried to speak.

“Yes?” She said looking over my body with the same confused look.

“I was in... I was just....” I couldn’t say anything. I was standing nearly nude in from of my sister with my erection hanging over out for her to see.

“I think I know what you were doing.” She started to say as she looked up to my eyes from my cock. “You were wearing my underwear because you’re a little horndog?”

Of course, I wasn’t. I’m not a horndog! I wanted to tell her no and to let me run away but all I could say was, “Yuh... Yeah....” I moved my hands over my cock and looked down to her knees so she wouldn’t see my face. My cock started to get soft, again.

We stood in silence- All I did was stare away until she started speaking again but she never did. When I looked up, she was unbuttoning her blue blouse. “What are you doing?” I pushed out of my mouth.

“Well, I think that I saw you in a thong and bra, that it’s only fair that you get to see me..” I just stared at her. No way she was being serious with me right now. She hardly ever was serious so I didn’t know what to expect. Despite the fact that I felt weird standing in front of her like this and having this conversation, seeing her undo her blouse made my dick get a little harder. “I don’t want you to feel embarrassed. A lot of guys wear thongs and bras.” She said as she undid her last button and pulled the blouse apart and off over her arms exposing her breasts that were being held together by a navy blue bra.

I never noticed before how perfectly round her tits were until now. As she threw her shirt onto the bed, her boobs bounced from side to side. I remembered once more about my erection and shoved it uncomfortably back into the thong. My sister stood there topless for a second watchig me. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not going to tell anyone if you let it peep out a little bit.”

I felt a weird relief come over my body so I did what she said. I pulled my throbbing cock back out . “Do you want me to pull my pants off for you so you don’t feel alone?”

My mouth was dry but I managed to say, “Yes...”

She grinned and unbuttoned here pants. “You know,” she said as she unzipped. “I’m wearing that same pair today. Is it just a coincidence?”

I felt a little easier to talk, now. “I saw it hanging out when you left.”

She let out a little chuckle. “I knew it.” She pulled up her thong so I could see it out of her pants. “I was hoping that you would see.” She pulled her pants down and stepped out of them with ease. The whole time, all I could watch was her perfect breasts sway as she moved. When she looked back up, however, she grinned to let me know that I could look at her body the way that she had been looking at mine. I scanned it from her knees, where I was looking earlier, to her stomach. He thongs fit her way better than they’d ever fit me. Her body was completely smooth and her thong was wet. It took me a second to realize exactly why this was.

“Move your hands.” She said. Complyingly, I moved my hands to expose my fully erect cock. “I like it,” she said, taking a step closer. “Is there anything you like on me?”

All I could do was stare at her wet panties. “Is this why you like my panties so much?” She snickered as she slid her right hand from behind her to the front and inside her thong. She arched back a little to lean against the wall. “Is there something that you’d like to see me do?”
 
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fourinches,

As a public service. I reposted your story with the line breaks you need to make this a lot more readable on a computer screen or (in my case) a teeny widdle blackberry screen. ;)

It'll also preempt the gripes you were going to get about it. I'll swing back to comment later.

G'luck.

-PF
 
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Thank you, very much, PacoFear! I didn't take that into consideration. I'm sorry. :D
EDIT: You can go ahead and edit your post since I broke it up in the original post.
 
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I liked it. It had a bit of humour, (or humor), which is always good.

Some spelling mistakes, cloths instead of clothes, I noticed a few times.

I liked the main character.

Wasn't sure what was going to happen when his sister came back, that's never an easy scene to write, but it seemed to work quite well.

I think she shucked off her own clothes a little too soon. You could have drawn that out a little more, kept him guessing a little longer about her reaction, but it's good for a first time writer.

Good luck with it.
 
Making that instance a little longer was my original idea... What would you suggest happen, adamzapple?
I was hoping to make it to where she wasn't so sexual until a bit later and instead, she would flirt around the idea of him putting some other things on... Looking back, I should have changed it up a little bit to fit that in.
So, adamzapple, thank you for your input and reading it! :)
 
Well, my dirty mind is interested in the idea of her getting him to put other things on, purely out of curiosity, of course, ahem. But, hurrying quickly on, you could have had him escape moments before discovery but later make it clear the sister realises what he's been doing.

I'm not sure. It's difficult to find something that sounds original. Also, the more you include, the longer it gets, then sometimes you lose the fresh immediacy of the story. At the moment it's pretty well paced and reads well. Too many complications might slow it down.
 
Oh, yeah. I definitely want to include her telling him to change outfits a few different times to try on other stuff. I changed the day this occurred to a Saturday so that later, I'd have a second part come out about what they do and where they go on Sunday. ;)
 
Thanks Paco.

fourinches, as a lesser point, you need to do/get a good copy edit as there are quite a few typos and grammatical points to be sorted.

It's a promising storyline but, in my opinion, your pacing is wrong and you don't use enough dialogue.

You begin with explanation which would be better coming later in the story, perhaps even through dialogue. To get readers hooked you need to start right in some action. We want excitement and if you start with stuff we don't understand we will be more tempted to read on to discover reasons.

Take time to explore what your characters are experiencing; the blow by blow account is a bit lacking in titillation.

I maybe wrong, but I read your story getting the impression that you were nervous of us, the lumpen proletariat, your audience. Don't be, just concentrate on your characters, let them tell you what they want to do and we can take it or leave it. stop worrying about the reaction, just write - it'll work if you believe in yourself.

(They call this progress, stabbing at a BlackBerry on a plastic departure seat when even my fairly small fingers 'pusj at mamy wong keuis'.)
 
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Whoo-kay, just swinging back to comment now.

I'm going to play bad cop and beat you up a little fourincher, so strap in and remember you asked for it. :)devil: on)

You've got a wretched first sentence in terms of gripping a reader. You're just not putting your best foot forward there by saying the day is going to be boring. The next sentence compounds it because you've heaped "bored" on top of "boring" from the previous sentence. "Boring" is boring for a reader. "Slow" or "lazy" or "sleepy" would be better. I may be overreacting but the apathetic, too-cool teenager thing touches one of my very few nerves.

I don't care for the first sentence of your second paragraph either. It includes an overly-complicated-but-not-terribly-clever expression to say that your character is hungry. Just say "hunger dragged me from my bed."

At paragraph three, it's strange that his sister is described as "a voice." He knows his sister and she's the only one living in the apartment with him. He'd know it was her.

At paragraph four, you have the sister going to "that place." Think of something. Anything would be better than saying she's going to "that place." How about church? Having the sister be a regular churchgoer might amp up the naughty factor of your story. He's rummaging through her drawers while she's worshipping the Lord, etc.

Moving on, I'm not sure what you mean by "I felt my cock get harder and decided to quit." Quit what? Quit thinking about his sister? Finish the thought.

While we're on the whole "cock" thing, you're using the character's dick like a crude barometer. He sees something and his cock reacts. Reading about how another guy's junk reacts to his surroundings isn't all that interesting. It'd be far better to explain what it is that's so exciting about what he's seeing.

For example:

The long glimpse of the pink thong strap at her hip made me picture her pulling it on. She'd have been naked and fresh from the shower. She'd have stood nude in front of her dresser, picked it from her drawer, then stepped into it. Its delicate fabric would have slid up the smooth skin of her legs, still warm from the shower's hot water, until she finally tugged the tiny, stringed triangle up to nestle between her firm, sleek...

Aroused a little? That's the idea! You want your readers' naughty bits doing the reacting rather than your character's.

Okay, enough abuse. :)devil: off)

For all its quirks, I thought your story was a great first crack at it. There's a lot of ways to go with this; pick the one that you think is the most interesting and run with it.

I'll close by giving you the best compliment an author can get: if you continued writing this story, I'd read the sucker.

Cheers,

-PF
 
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