Sister’s Satin Panties
Part One – The Graham Academy
I sat on the toilet in the bathroom at my sister’s house. I was masturbating. I had a pair of my sister’s nylon panties over my face and I inhaled her musky odour as I furiously stroked my erect penis which I had wrapped in a pair of her black satin panties.
The memories came flooding back…
My name is Mike and in 1974 I attended university with my twenty-year-old sister Michele.
Mother had decided it was best for us to attend a co-educational university boarding school in the country. What she really meant was that it was best for her to be rid of us. Having fleeced our father of most of his fortune in a messy divorce, she was now riding high living a seventies lifestyle of sex and drugs and rock and roll, and having the two of us in the house would only cramp her style.
The Graham Academy prided itself on being one of the most progressive educational institutions of the seventies. Just being co-educational was huge step forward for the day. The males and females were of course accommodated in separate dormitories and were never allowed to mix without being chaperoned by the staff; the most any lad ever got away with at the Graham Academy was a stink-finger behind the hall at the annual summer dance. Young men and women at the university were not allowed to form relationships or fraternise; these were grounds for expulsion.
Young men at the university wore a uniform consisting of grey slacks, white shirt and black shoes; ties and blazers in winter, optional short-sleeves in summer. Young ladies wore grey skirts and white blouses; ties and blazers in winter of course. But being a progressive school, the dress code allowed some latitude and we were allowed to wear our uniforms tailored in the current fashion and style.
Males could wear platform-shoes, flared pants, big collars on their shirts and wide ties provided they met the met the requirements of the school uniform code. Women could wear A-line skirts, hems just above the knees, platform-shoes and, as the school was very progressive indeed, they could wear flesh-toned or tan pantyhose as an alternative to white knee-high socks.
The young men were allowed to have long hair, shoulder length professionally styled please; no scruffy hippy looks were allowed at Graham. Women could wear makeup and nailpolish provided it was not too gaudy.
Yes the Graham Academy was a very progressive seventies school and the young women’s uniform was largely responsible for my constant state of excitement. Imagine if you will, being a horny eighteen-year-old sitting in the cafeteria and a young nymphette drops her can of Tab right next to where you are sitting.
She bends over to pick it up and her blouse opens just enough for you to see her frilly white bra and a hint of tittie; her A-line skirt slides up her legs, the hem of her cotton skirt whispering on her sheer tan hosiery; the darker nylon of her pantyhose gusset suddenly sneaks into view and for a second you get a glimpse of pink satin panty.
Well any young lad would have to race off to the toilets for a wank to relieve the pressure after seeing such a sight. I spent a lot of time in toilets at the Graham Academy. Those little A-line skirts had a habit of blowing up in even the slightest breeze and if a girl was to forget her modesty and bend over for any reason, a panty-peek was almost inevitable. To be honest I think a lot of the girl liked to flash the boys on purpose.
The young women at the Graham Academy were slaves to fashion more than to sensibility; nowadays women seem to have forgone the sensibilities, and to my mind, sensuality, of hosiery. We live in the days where there is some sort of feminine crusade against hosiery; I have even read articles in women’s magazines where women are chided and rebuked for daring to wear pantyhose. The authors complain of discomfort and feminine hygiene issues associated with wearing pantyhose. The same applies to nylon and satin underpants; although the cotton gusset of these items of apparel seems to have saved them from extinction, but they seem to have been relegated to the forms of g-string thongs or boy-leg panties.
Not so for the women of the Graham Academy in the swinging seventies: full cut satin panties or nylon briefs were de rigueur and bare legs were for philistines!
What magnificent times we lived in!
Twice a year; summer and Christmas holidays; my sister and I were permitted to travel home on the overnight train to spend a few tortuous weeks with mother and whoever her current fling happened to be. Mother would book my sister and myself a sleeping compartment and remit us enough expenses to cover meals and incidentals for the long train journey.
The Graham Academy was progressive but it still held onto some of the conventions of the times. Students were not permitted to bring non-uniform items of clothing to the school and had to travel to and from the Academy in school uniform.
Three days before Christmas 1974 found me sitting in a dimly lit railway carriage looking out the window at the women on the platform. As I have previously stated, I had an almost permanent hard-on in those days and I was hoping to catch a glimpse of something titillating to inspire my imagination for the long journey home which would invariably involve a sneaky wank as I lay sleepless in the top bunk as my sister slept below me in the bottom bunk.
I was in luck! A girl and a boy were hiding in a dark grotto created by piles of luggage and freight where they could not be seen by the other passengers. It was only luck that I happened to be sitting in a position where the view from my window allowed me to see them hidden from the sight of others. The boy was kissing the girl, who had her back turned towards me. She could be any of the women from the Academy; she wore the uniform. The boy however did not; he wore the uniform of a railway employee.
The boy and the girl were kissing each other passionately and her arms were around his neck pulling his face down to hers. He had his arms around her back and I watched with growing fascination as his hands wandered down her back and began to squeeze her buttocks through her skirt.
My cock flinched in my trousers as the boy took the hem of her skirt and slowly started to pull it up her legs. Her tan-pantyhose encased thighs crept into view and the boy stroked her leg with one hand while his other hand held her skirt up. The girl flinched and wriggled but made no genuine attempt to extricate herself from the boy’s embrace.
As my cock strained at the front of my trousers the boy became bolder and took the liberty of raising the girl’s skirt higher. The darker bands of reinforced nylon appeared at the tops of her legs followed by her dark-green satin panties. I wished I could risk taking my throbbing penis out of my trousers and give it a quick wank but I didn’t dare.
I did however rub my erection through my trousers as I watched the spectacle in front of me. I could plainly see the gusset of the girl’s pantyhose which extended down to the top of her thighs where it transformed into the sheer tan hosiery that made up the leg parts of the garment. The vertical rear seam of the pantyhose which joins the two parts of the garment together ran up the crevice of her buttocks which were encased in the tight shiny green satin panties.
The panties were full-cut briefs; that is to say they fully encased her buttocks and had wide side panels and a wide gusset. The boy was furiously rubbing and squeezing the girl’s buttocks as she squirmed in his arms. Rather than try to extricate herself from the situation the girl raised herself up on the toes of her platform shoes and kissed the boy more fervently. Her shoes were black two-inch platforms with four-inch chunky heels, the epitome of seventies tastelessness, and they only just met the rules of the Academy dress code.
I could just make out her pink nailpolished toenails trough the reinforced toes of her hosiery. The boy hiked up the girl’s skirt even higher and now I could see all of the rear of her panties under her pantyhose and the waistband of her nylons above the waistband of her tight fitting panties.
Just when I thought it was going to get more interesting a call was made over the station Tannoy system and the couple quickly extricated themselves from each other. The girl smoothed down her skirt as the boy pushed past her; summoned to work now that the train was about to leave.
The girl straightened the hem of her skirt and pulled her fingers through her mussed-up hair. Then she picked up her travel bag from the platform floor and turned around.
It was my sister! The naughty little slut!
My erection immediately began to diminish; the thought of becoming aroused at the sight of my sister was quite repulsive. Yuck! She was my sister for god’s sake!
I opened my book and began to read, trying to get the images of my sister and the railway worker out of my head. A couple of minutes later Michele entered the compartment and flopped down in the seat across from me.
“Hello dick-wad!” she said; but it was said more with sisterly affection than with malice.
“Hello Michele,” I replied and then buried my head in my book.
Michele bought the pleasant fragrances of her flowery perfume and Juicyfruit bubblegum into the compartment. She snapped her gum whilst she rummaged around in her travel handbag, producing a small cosmetics case. In the corner of the small compartment was a small vanity basin with a fly-specked mirror and light above it. I had already laid out my toothbrush and toothpaste on the shelf below the mirror.
My sister took her cosmetics case over to the mirror and began to fix her makeup. I feigned disinterest but I just couldn’t get the picture of her being groped by the boy on the platform out of my mind. I stole a peek at her as I pretended to look around the compartment. She was quite pretty; her face framed by a black bob hairstyle. She had pouty lips to which she was applying cherry-red lipstick (definitely not allowed to be worn at the Graham Academy), her cheeks were rouged and she wore dark-green eyeshadow and lashings of black eye-liner and mascara.
She had obviously applied the makeup after leaving the Academy but before she boarded the train; probably in the ladies room at the railway station. Most of the young women did this as an act of defiance against the rules of the Academy.
She had also loosened her tie and opened the top two buttons of her blouse. Her breasts were still developing but they nicely filled the cups of her white lace bra; the top of which was just visible. Her school blazer was lying next to her travel bag and she took off her school tie and threw it on top of the blazer. Her A-line skirt only just met the Academy dress code; the hem rested well above her knees. Her coltish legs were encased in tan-hued nylon pantyhose that were the current fashion trend and my eyes scanned down over her toned thighs, down to her knees, where her nylons wrinkled slightly, down to her sleek calves, and finally to her feet.
She wore black open-toe platform-shoes with chunky heels and her cute little toes peeked out, encased in the reinforced nylon of her pantyhose.
I had never considered my sister as sexy; sure she epitomised the sort of girl that I dreamed about during my masturbatory fantasies, but she was my older sister for god’s sake and that made any sexual thoughts of her totally out of order.
But I just couldn’t get the image of her with her skirt hiked up kissing the boy out of my mind!
I was staring at her bum; admiring its shape, it filled out her A-line skirt nicely; when she caught me looking.
“What are you looking at?” she asked, looking at me suspiciously.
“Err; you have some dust on the back of your skirt; you must have picked it up sitting on the bench at the station,” I lied.
She put down her lipstick and brushed at the back of her skirt with her hand.
“Is it gone? Don’t just sit there dick-wad; come over here and get it off me!”
My sister was quite precious and could not stand to be dressed in anything but the latest fashion and abhorred any blemish on her clothing.
Michele turned back to the mirror to continue touching up her makeup; her bum pushed out provocatively; awaiting me to remove the dust from her rear. I stood and with a trembling hand I brushed at my sisters skirt; her buttocks felt firm and warm to my touch through the thin material of her skirt. After what I determined to be an adequate amount of time pretending to remove the non-existent dust from my sister derriere I sat back down and hid my growing erection with my book.
The sensation of my sister’s thin cotton skirt sliding over her slick pantied buttocks remained like the ghost of a missing limb. My cock was throbbing inside my trousers, underneath the book in my lap.
Michele returned to the seat across from me, put her cosmetics case away and took out her purse. She stood up and stretched up on her toes lifting up her travel bag to place it in the luggage rack above my head. Her perfume enveloped me and my face was inches from her body as she leaned over me. Her skirt rode up her legs and I was rewarded with a glimpse of shiny green panty-crotch and nylon encased thigh.
My cock pulsated in my trousers and I was both relieved and disappointed when she dropped back down and turned away.
“I’m going to the refreshment compartment; do you want anything?” she asked.
“Some crisps and a pop please,” I answered.
When she left the compartment and closed the door behind her I breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell was going on? I was becoming infatuated with my sister and those lovely dark-green satin panties!
The next few hours were a nightmare of adolescent hormone fuelled sexual tension. My sister spent a lot of the journey coming and going to and from other compartments with her school friends but every now and then she would return to our compartment bringing with her a cloud of flowery perfume and bubblegum. She sat directly across from me and although we didn’t speak much I was intensely aware of her presence.
She sat and read some inane heartthrob fanzine and her skirt often rode up her thighs and she kept tugging the hem back down. She couldn’t seem to get comfortable and she sat with her legs akimbo providing me with a magnificent view of the V of her panties. Her blouse was opened enough so that I could see the swell of her breasts and the lace at the top of her bra.
I pretended to read my book but I had a constant erection which I covered with my blazer, and as much as I tried not to look; I couldn’t help but steal surreptitious glances when I though she wouldn’t notice.
Just after dark she took down her travel bag; again engulfing me in the miasma of her girly fragrances and put her body uncomfortably close to mine, but alas this time there was no panty-peek, and took out her cosmetics case. She fixed her makeup and turned to me.
“I’m going to see my friends in the next carriage; don’t wait up for me,” she said.
“Make up the bunks while I’m gone and don’t forget dick-wad; I get the bottom bunk!”
With that; she left the carriage and I must say I was somewhat relieved.
The sleeper carriage we occupied was a typical old British Railways model of functionality and utility. The seat across from me converted into the bottom bunk and all I had to do was unclip the vinyl cover to expose the sheets and blankets on the readymade bed. The top bunk was held up out of the way by a couple of fasteners which when released allowed the bunk to drop down. I lowered the top bunk and unclipped the vinyl cover and then got some pillows from luggage rack above me and threw them on the bunks. I pulled the shades on all of the windows.
With both bunks down the compartment was quite cramped and there was just enough room for me to change into my pyjamas and brush my teeth at the vanity basin. I turned off the overhead lights and turned on the little reading light above the top bunk and climbed into bed. I took off my pyjama top and hung it on a convenient hook near my bunk.
Certain that Michele would be gone for quite a while I slowly pleasured myself as I conjured up images of my sister with her skirt hiked up and her breasts exposed. I knew it was wrong, but as much as I tried to think of any number of the young women at school on whom I had a crush, my mind returned to the images of my sister.
After ejaculating into my handkerchief I got out of bed and hid the evidence of my illicit act inside my travel bag and washed myself at the basin. I crawled back into my bunk, and, finally relived of sexual tension, I fell asleep determined that I would put all thoughts of my sister out of my mind from now on.
Much later I was woken by someone fumbling with the door to the compartment. The door opened and my sister almost fell inside the compartment. Michele was pissed; not just inebriated, but falling-down drunk. She staggered into the compartment; locked the door behind her and promptly fell on her arse.
“Whoops-a-daisy!” she said, the scent of her perfume and bubblegum overpowered by the pungent smell of alcohol.
I knew the smell well enough; it was mother’s favourite drink; and mother did like to drink! It was Southern Comfort.
“Had a few dinky-poohs dick-wad; best I get to bed,” she giggled.
“Shhh; don’t tell mommy,” she laughed drunkenly as I turned on the bunk light.
“Jesus Christ Michele!” I said and hopped out of my bunk.
The compartment was very cramped and I stood over my sister and offered her my hands so that she could get up. She had fallen in a very unladylike position with her legs spread wide apart and her skirt had rode up exposing her thighs. Her blouse was now opened down to the third button and her white lace bra was quite visible.
I helped her to her feet and she fell against me giggling.
“You better put me to bed,” she slurred.
At that moment the train lurched as it passed over a crossing and my sister and I fell onto the bottom bunk. She lay on top of me giggling like a loony. Her body pressed down on mine and I could smell her perfume under the fumes of the booze; her legs were spread wide and her skirt had hiked up again.
She began to struggle and as she rubbed her legs and breasts against me in an effort to get off me, my body began to respond accordingly. The feel of her lacy bra and titties against the bare skin of my chest was very exciting and her legs rasping against mine added to my pleasure. I was becoming aroused as my sister struggled on top of me and I tried to get her off me so that she wouldn’t feel my erection pressing into her body.
I put my arms around her trying to spin her around but because she was struggling my hands ended up on her bum. My fingers experienced the sensation of her nylon pantyhose gusset sliding against the lustrous material of her satin panties. Her skirt had ridden all the way up her back!
“Whoops-a-daisy!” she giggled again.
I removed my hands from her bottom and placed them on her hips and using the weight of her body as a counterbalance I flipped her over so that she now lay under me. I straddled my sister’s body and looked down at her. She was fast asleep or unconscious.
I put my cheek next to her nose and mouth and rewarded with her bourbon-tainted breath blowing on my face. She was breathing strongly but she was well and truly out of it. I shook her violently to try to wake her up but it was to no avail. I decided to leave her lying fully clothed on the bunk to sleep it off.
Then temptation struck!
I looked down at my sister in the dark compartment and couldn’t help myself. I turned on the bunk light so that I could see her better. Her makeup had smeared on her pretty face; her lipstick was smudged and her mascara had run. I shook her again but she remained comatose.
I put my hand out and touched her ankle and was delighted by the feel of her warm skin through her sheer hosiery. My cock became rigid; for the first time in my life I intimately touched a woman’s body. I slid my hand up her leg stroking her pantyhosed leg and marvelled at the feel of silky garment. With my other hand I reached into my sister’s blouse and cupped her breast through her brassiere.
I was panting with excitement as I raised her skirt and looked down at her panty-clad crotch. I skimmed my hand further up her leg and stopped where the lighter tan nylon met the dark reinforced nylon at the top of her thighs. My other hand was caressing her titty and I felt her nipple harden to my touch. I slipped my hand inside her bra-cup and felt the soft creamy flesh of her breast and then flicked her nipple with my finger.
After stroking her thighs for a few minutes I summoned up the nerve to progress and my hand glided over the sleek material of her pantyhose gusset and came to rest on the tight curve of her belly. I lifted the waistband of her pantyhose and slid my hand inside and touched the glossy fabric of her dark-green satin panties.
My cock was now leaking copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid and I knew that I had reached the point of no return. I pushed my fears and doubts aside and glided my hands across the lustrous material of her panties. I removed my other hand from her breast and traced the seam of her pantyhose where the two parts joined. My finger crept into the crevice of her sex.
I could feel the folds of her pubis through the tight satin fabric of her panties and I stroked and fondled her for a few minutes. Her vagina seemed to radiate heat and I could smell a pungent odour wafting up from her crotch. My cock was tenting the front of my pyjamas and I pulled the cord at my waist to release them and clumsily kicked them off.
I lowered my head down into my sister’s crotch and sniffed the wonderful scent of her sex; combined with her perfume it was a heady brew. I stared at her glossy green panties under the dark hose and then I noticed a little wet patch in the gusset of her panties. My fooling around had aroused her.
I licked at the wet patch and tasted it; it was wonderful and I knew that I was about to commit an unspeakable act but was beyond stopping.
I lay down on top of my sister and rubbed my cock on her pantyhosed thighs. The feel of the gossamer nylon on my shaft and the frenulum at the base of penis-head was exhilarating. I slipped my hand back inside her bra and massaged her breast as I humped away at her legs. I loved the sensation of her clothed body against my naked body.
I would have attempted intercourse if I wasn’t sure that she was a virgin but I knew that that despicable atrocity would be discovered immediately she regained consciousness and the consequences would be dire. But even if my sister woke up and discovered what I was doing to her now, there would be hell to pay; but I was beyond caring.
I traced the seam of her pantyhose with my finger and then hooked my fingernail under it. I poked a small hole in the crotch and manoeuvred myself over her body so that the tip of my penis was next to the hole and then I slid it inside.
My cock slid into the folds of my sister’s vulva separated from her vagina by only a single layer of satin panty. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and began to hump her comatose body.
I would love to say that I spent the rest of the night dry-humping my sister but this was my first ever sexual experience with a woman and I was so excited that it didn’t last long.
My cock slipped along her lustrous panty gusset, feeling the lips of her sex wrap around my glans as I pushed the silken garment into the crevices of her pubis. I scissored my legs against hers marvelling at the feel of her nylons on my sensitive skin. I kissed her mouth; tasting her lipstick and the liquor she had drunk.
I inhaled her scent and moved both of my hands to her hips and pushed her down into the bed as I fucked her panty-clad mound. My penis exploded and torrents of semen issued forth from my throbbing cock. My semen soaked her panty crotch and splashed over the front panel of her panties. I rubbed myself furiously against her as my orgasm washed over me.
Michele groaned but she never woke.
When I had finished I lifted myself off my sister’s body and looked at what I’d done. I began to shake with shame, humiliation and fear. My pretty sister lay on the bunk with her skirt hiked up and her legs apart, her pantyhose torn and her panties drenched with my semen. Little puddles of white sperm pooled on her dark-green panty-panel and the crotch of her panties and pantyhose were soaked with my seed.
I got up from the bed and went to the vanity basin and damped a washcloth and returned to the body of my unconscious sister. I wiped away as much of the sperm as I could and then I straightened her clothing and pulled a blanket over her.
I lay in my bunk terrified and did not sleep a wink. When I head my sister rouse the next morning I braced myself for the repercussions of the vile act I had committed on her.
“Oh my head hurts … what the????????” I heard her say.
I lay with my face turned away as she got out of her bunk and stood up.
“Jesus; what the hell!!!” she exclaimed and I surreptitiously turned my head to take a peek.
My sister was holding up her skirt inspecting the front of her panties and the little hole in the gusset of her pantyhose. Even in the dim morning light that filtered past the blinds and into the compartment I could see that her panties were still damp. Forgive me but the sight of my sister holding up her skirt like that caused me to become erect yet again.
She tentatively touched the front panel of her panties and then she poked a finger through the small hole in the crotch of her pantyhose and swabbed at the gusset of her panties. She removed her hand and sniffed her fingers quizzically.
Michele suddenly snapped her head my way and gave me a look of revulsion and disbelief. She dropped her skirt and went over to the vanity where she spent some time washing herself and brushing her teeth. She fixed her makeup and brushed her hair.
I waited for her to leave the carriage before I got out of bed. She was gone for quite a while and when she returned I was dressed and the bunks had been returned to their stowed position.
She sat across from me and after giving me a long quizzical look she started to say something.
“Mike; last night: did you…” was as for as she got before I interrupted.
“So Michele; what do we say to mom about that railway worker that you were snogging with yesterday and about you getting severely pissed last night?” I said, looking her squarely in the eyes.
Her face took on a look of suspicion and dismay. A single tear fell down her cheek.
“We say nothing,” she answered quietly.
“Yes; best we never say anything about what happened yesterday, I think,” I replied.
And we never did. But the memories remained.
And now, here I was, all these years later, sitting in my sister’s bathroom masturbating into her panties and recalling that fateful day on the train.
To be continued……………………..
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