Skip to content I stood at the door, kissing my girlfriend Johanna goodbye.
“See you, Kane,” she said with a wide smile.
“You too,” I replied.
She leaned in closer to whisper, “I think I left my panties in your sister’s laundry. They’re Hello Kitty ones, so you should spot them easily.”
“Thanks,” I said with a grin.
I’d been with Johanna for a couple of months. She was a gorgeous brunette with shoulder-length hair, deep brown eyes, and a curvy figure that turned heads wherever we went. She knew I had a panty fetish and liked to leave a pair behind after she spent the night. Johanna was also best friends with my twin sister, which was how we’d met.
Our family was pretty open about sex and stuff, so it wasn’t exactly embarrassing. Jolie, my sister, could be curious sometimes about what Johanna and I were doing. She knew about my fetish, and that I was bigger than average. It didn’t really bother me, except that she liked to tease me now and then.
Since Jolie was out grocery shopping, I sneaked upstairs to her bathroom. It was sparkling clean as usual, scented with lavender and vanilla. I looked around, seeing her neatly stacked pink towels in the cabinet next to a vibrator … I arched an eyebrow. I knew now why she would randomly turn on music when she took a bath. She was just masturbating. I’d have to tease her about that later. Then I spotted the laundry hamper and opened it. There were her used clothes, bras, bikinis, and the pink Hello Kitty panties Johanna had mentioned.
“Bingo,” I muttered, grabbing them. I was already getting aroused.
Johanna had to leave early, but it was usually her who jerked me off with her used panties, something I loved.
I took the Hello Kitty pair, noticing the damp patch in the center. My cock hardened instantly. I went to my room, unzipped my pants, and wrapped the panties around my shaft, placing the wet spot directly on the head. It felt incredible, warm, soft, and just a little sticky. Almost as good as her pussy.
I started stroking, panting as pleasure built fast, her nectar and warmth seeping into my erection. I stroked myself faster and faster, and I was getting close, just a few more seconds, and then the door suddenly opened.
It was my twin sister Jolie.
She stepped in like it was nothing, wearing a short skirt that flashed her creamy thighs and borders of her butt and a crop top that showed off her toned waist. Her long blonde hair hung behind her shoulders. She had a perfect oval face and perky B-cup breasts that lightly strained against her top. She was a beauty, but now she arched an eyebrow and gave me a smug grin as I froze.
“What the hell, Jolie?” I said, giving her a pissed off look for just storming in here.
She placed her hand on her hip. “What are you doing with my panties?”
“What? What do you mean? These are Johanna’s.”
“No, you dork,” she said, holding up a pair of white Hello Kitty panties. “These are hers. She forgot them in my bedroom.”
My heart dropped, and my cock deflated instantly as I loosened the grip on my sister’s panties that were wrapped around my cock.
“Shit,” I muttered, realizing I had rubbed my sister’s nectar all over my rod.
She extended her hand, still grinning. “Just give them back.”
“Jesus, you could’ve at least knocked.”
“You could’ve made sure you weren’t jerking off with your sister’s panties,” she shot back.
“I didn’t know,” I said, tossing the garment at her. “Just go.”
“Geez, didn’t know it was such a big deal to you.”
“You snuck up on me on purpose.”
“No, I didn’t. I forgot my wallet, and I forgot to wear panties. So I went to my bathroom, noticed my favorites were gone, and then I heard you moaning like a pornstar.”
“Next time I should blast music like you do when you’re in the bathtub, enjoying yourself.”
“Want me to grab you some panties too while I’m out?” she teased with a giggle.
“Fuck off.”
And she did. I buried my face in my hands, my libido completely gone.
*****
About an hour later, there was a knock on my door. I stayed quiet for a second, still annoyed, but then sighed. “Come in.”
My twin sister Jolie poked her head through the door. “Hey … can we talk?”
I gave her a tired look but nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”
She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “I’m sorry,” she said right away. “I shouldn’t have made fun of you. That was shitty.”
I leaned back in my chair. “It’s fine.”
She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, folding her legs up. Her top hung loosely over her chest, and I could clearly see her nipples through the thin fabric. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
I raised an eyebrow. “Please tell me you didn’t go to the store like that.”
She giggled. “It’s like, a hundred degrees out. I was dying. Plus, no one noticed.”
I gave her a look.
“I’m joking,” she said and slapped her thigh with a giggle. “I took it off once I came back inside.”
I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smirking at her playful humor.
There was a pause, then she glanced over at me. “Did you, uh … finish?”
I gave her a flat look. “You kind of killed the mood.”
She bit her lip. “Yeah. I figured. I really do feel bad.”
I shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
“No, I want to. And … I was thinking …” She paused, brushing her hair behind her ear. “If you want, I could … like … jerk you off, with my panties. You know, as an apology.”
My mouth fell open slightly. “Wait, are you serious?”
She nodded, face a little rosy but holding eye contact. “Yeah. I mean it. I felt bad for teasing you like that. And … I don’t know, it was kind of a turn-on, seeing you like that. I didn’t hesitate to wear the same ones after you’ve stroked yourself with them.”
I stared at her, trying to process what she’d just said. My cock twitched despite the taboo of what she was saying.
“If you don’t want me to, then that’s fine,” she added quickly. “But if you want … I’ll do it.”
I swallowed hard. “Actually, I do want to … Only if you’re sure about this.”
She smiled. “I’m sure. But we keep this between us.”
“Of course.”
Jolie stood up and bent over. She reached inside her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Without hesitation, she slid them down, the same pink Hello Kitty ones. The fabric was even wetter than earlier. My eyes locked on the soaked patch as she stepped out of them and handed them to me.
“You ready?” she asked excitedly.
I undressed in front of her, my cock already hard again. She gave it a slow once-over and smiled.
“Damn. No wonder Johanna’s obsessed,” she said, then patted the spot beside her on the bed. “Come here.”
I sat down next to her, still gripping her warm, damp panties. Jolie took them back gently, wrapped the fabric around the head of my cock, and began stroking. “Is this how you like it?”
“Yeah, the wet spot at the top.”
“Okay,” she said with a grin. She rubbed the wet spot against my sensitive tip, stroking me up and down with her small, cute hands, and I groaned.
“Fuck … that feels really nice. Better than when I do it myself,” I admitted, watching my sister pleasuring me.
She beamed. “I’m glad. I want you to enjoy it.”
She stroked me slowly and warmly, and she made sure the soaked fabric stayed right over the head, twisting just enough to send waves of pleasure through me.
I leaned back and let her give me a panty handjob.
Her soft hands were like sensual magic, the wet fabric of her panties gliding over my cock in a way that had me trembling. There was something different about the way Jolie handled me compared to Johanna, more curious and more exploratory, like she was learning what made me tick with each stroke.
“You’re getting really hard,” she whispered, her voice taking on a husky quality I’d never heard before. “Does it feel good when I twist like this?” She demonstrated with a gentle rotation of her wrist that made me gasp.
“Fuck yes,” I groaned, my hips involuntarily bucking upward. “That’s perfect.”
My sister smiled, clearly enjoying the power she held. “I can tell. You’re leaking through my panties now too.”
I glanced down and saw she was right, the fabric was now soaked with a mixture of her arousal and my pre-cum. The sight alone nearly pushed me over the edge.
“I’m getting close,” I said, my breathing becoming ragged.
Jolie bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on her handiwork. “Good. I want to see you cum.”
She increased her pace, the Hello Kitty fabric now thoroughly drenched as it slid up and down my shaft. The taboo of what we were doing only heightened the sensation, my twin sister jerking me off with her own freshly worn panties, both of us fully aware of how wrong yet incredibly hot it was.
“Wait,” I gasped, grabbing her wrist. “Slow down a little. I want this to last.”
Jolie nodded, easing her pace. Her thumb traced small circles over my sensitive tip through the wet fabric. “Like this?”
“Yeah,” I said, watching her delicate fingers work their magic. My head fell back, eyes half-closed with pleasure.
“You know,” she said, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to do this. Johanna mentioned how much you love it.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You two talk about me?”
She gave a mischievous smile. “Girls talk, Kane. Especially best friends.”
“What else does she tell you?” I asked, curiosity mixing with my arousal.
Jolie’s eyes sparkled with secrets. “Everything. How you taste, how you feel inside her, what makes you moan the loudest.” Her grip tightened slightly. “I know all your little tricks.”
The thought of my girlfriend and sister discussing my sexual performance sent an unexpected thrill through me. My cock pulsed against her palm.
“That turns you on, doesn’t it?” she teased, noticing my reaction. “Knowing we talk about you?”
I couldn’t deny it. “Fuck, Jolie…”
Her smile widened as she leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. “I bet you never thought your sister would be the one making you this hard.”
The proximity of her body, the scent of her lavender perfume mingling with her natural fragrance, turned me on even more. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, mere inches from mine. My mind raced with conflicting emotions, guilt, excitement and confusion, but my body responded with unwavering clarity. I really wanted this since it felt so damn good.
“I’m going to make you cum harder than she ever has,” Jolie whispered, her confidence both shocking and arousing. She resumed her panty handjob, the wet fabric creating obscene sounds as it slid along my length.
I couldn’t help but glance at her face, her cheeks flushed and lips slightly parted. The lust in her eyes as she watched her handiwork was unlike anything I’d seen from her before. This wasn’t just about making amends anymore. She enjoyed this herself.
“Fuck, I’m really close,” I said, feeling the familiar tightening.
“Then cum for me,” she said. “I want to feel it happen. I want to feel your cum soak through my panties.”
Pressure built at the base of my spine. The fabric of her panties, now thoroughly soaked with both our fluids, created the perfect slick friction against my cock.
“Oh god, Jolie,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a deep moan, my orgasm tore through me. Thick ropes of cum shot through her panties, some spilling over her fingers and soaking into the already damp fabric. My entire body shivered with pleasure as she continued to stroke, milking every last drop from me till her panties were thoroughly soaked in my seed.
“Wow,” she whispered, watching in fascination as my cum mixed with her own wetness in the pink Hello Kitty fabric. “That was intense.”
I could barely speak, still riding the aftershocks of one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever experienced. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. “Yeah … that was … fuck.”
Jolie smiled, looking oddly proud of herself. She carefully unwrapped her panties from around my softening cock, examining the soaked, heavy fabric with curious eyes. “I’m glad you let me do it.”
I sat up a little, catching my breath. “Sure.”
“So, are we friends now?” she said jokingly.
“Of course. I forgive you.”
She leaned over and kissed my cheek. “I have to wash these. They’re totally soaked now.”
Jolie stood up, holding the sticky panties by the edge. When she reached the door, she paused and turned her head to look at me. “If you ever want me to do it again,” she said, smiling, “just ask.”
My eyebrows lifted. “Seriously?”
She nodded. “Yeah. It was fun.”
“Thanks,” I said quietly.
She winked and walked out, closing the door behind her.
The end.
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