2 comments/ 36873 views/ 5 favorites Sister in Law Fantasy By: Boardian This has been a long term fantasy of mine and I thought I would share it to see if my writing appeals to anyone Chapter one How it started I have always had a thing for ladies underwear, I spent my early youth in the Royal Navy and, as they say, had a girl in every port. I never really knew what the saying meant as some thought that it meant every orifice had to be breached and endeavored to fulfill this piece of urban myth. I favored the more literal meaning and sought out relief whenever ashore. I must say that the underwear obsession at that point was confined to touching, stroking, and removing the silky stretchy provocatively enticing garments and reverently worshiping them and their concealed charms and not to collecting them as trophies. I had earned my pocket money as a boy, as many do, with a paper round from about twelve years old; one old guy had the courage to have "Parade magazine" delivered with his papers. I nearly fell off my bike several times trying to scan the pages whilst riding, trying seeing what charms were on show. My sister used to have her friends around and they all wore flouncy provocative skirts with stockings, I would occasionally get a fleeting glimpse but needed to know and see more. My first real encounter happened when I was sixteen; I used to stay in Lancashire, with a shipmate, for the weekend. He had a much better relationship with this family than I did and was allowed to go to the work's club attached to his father's factory; his dads workmates would buy us drinks; we used to play on their generosity we would go in our uniforms to encourage them, during the sixties and memories of war were still in the minds of the workers: and young lads volunteering for the forces would still evoke patriotic gestures. Anyway back to the story. His Auntie Julie used to stay at their house, although she had her own place just a short walking distance away; I didn't understand or ask why, but was glad as both he and I lusted after her. She was nine years older than me and at twenty five was all a young lad could dream of. She was quite petite with pert little breasts and slim hips; always dressed in knee length skirts and tight tops. Stocking were still the norm then, dark tan with reinforced toes and heals and darker welts at the top, supported by suspender belts. This is a story for another time perhaps but my first real sexual encounter paved the way for a life time interest and fantasy. This is one of those fantasies: Several years ago we were having a bar B Q at my sisters house; let us call her Sil. We had spent an enjoyable day in their garden soaking up the sun and drinking a few beers. We were all very relaxed, when I started to take notice how Sil looked on that day. She was wearing a yellow low cut tea shirt, just about covering her 36c breasts, with no bra on underneath and a pair of blue checked shorts that had rather large leg holes. Each time she bent over to pick up the ball I could see right down her top. Very definite tan lines were visible brown areola against white breast flesh: This got me quite excited although I could only catch a quick glimpse of her nipples; my imagination got the better of me, I wondered if I might get some more opportunities for peeping; this was something I had never considered before and knew that it was not really the thing to do, but that didn't stop me. For some reason memories from my teen years came flooding back to me and all the first fleeting views of stocking tops and pointy nipples through thin tops. I guess it was because this was not really acceptable behavior and voyeurism is widely frowned upon. Later on when we had finished eating and we all sat around, my sister, Sil, sat on the lawn with her hands clasped around her knees, her breasts squashed against her legs. The leg of her shorts gaped open a little at the bottom and I caught a glimpse of her white panties. Wow I had to get nearer; so I started kicking a ball around with their toddler, he was only a couple of years old, and I spent some time entertaining him, before too long I said I was tired and slumped to the ground, laying front down on the grass facing towards her. I lay with my chin in my hands and joined in the conversation. All was relaxed and she leant back on her hands and gradually her knees fell apart, I guess she thought no more of it as she was wearing shorts. What she didn't realise that the open legs of her shorts now afforded me a grand view of her panties, the whole crotch area from side to side. I could see no hair around the edge, so I thought she must trim it off; I could however see her black pubes through the material. As she continued to rock her legs up and down, the crease of her panties edged its way into her little crack. Now I could actually see the shape of her cunt. Outlined by the thin silky material, I thought I could see a small stain around her cunt area and got more and more excited, I wondered what her cunt would smell like; I don't know why the thought jumped into my head. In the end I made my excuses and went to the toilet and rubbed my cock up until the juice began to seep from the end. I couldn't risk a full blown relief because it would have been too obvious on my return. When I got back I resumed my earlier position and continued my peeping, no one was aware, so I just enjoyed the moment; working out in my head how I might get a closer look at those panties. It was then that I realised that the washing machine was in a utility area at the back of the garage, which was just through the adjoining door to the kitchen. The beer was also in the utility, so I ventured in for a can and had a quick rummage in the laundry hamper. I managed to find a pair of her panties very similar to the ones that she was wearing, John Lewis 1 of 3 it said in the label so I assumed they were exactly the same and part of that set. I quickly opened the top and looked in, they has a yellowing stain in the gusset so I lifted them to my nose to check what they smelled like. I could still detect the perfume from the washing powder she used but also the unmistakeable smell of pussy, her pussy. I took in a deep breath through my nose and savoured the scent; then had to replace her panties back in the hamper just in case someone came looking for me. This was the beginning of my quest to see more. To Be continued Sister in Law Fantasy Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. * Chapter Two The quest begins Summer lunch time It was my wife's birthday and Sil had arranged a surprise lunch to give her cards and presents; we usually all get together at some point around birthdays. It was a really hot summers day and we sat in the garden to each a buffet lunch; unfortunately or rather fortunate for me there were not enough chairs to go around, so sister went to fetch the car blanket from the back of the pickup. I sat in one of the chairs as Sil insisted that as host she would sit on the lawn and as she had on a short straight denim skirt and a white blouse, who was I to argue with her? We sat around chatting and watching the cards and gifts being opened Sil sat quite relaxed, she had one leg flat to the ground and the other crooked up and was leaning backwards on one elbow: you get the picture, I am sure. I could not see very much as she was sideways on to me, luckily the sun was behind her and I could see the outline of her breasts through the flimsy material of her blouse, she did have on a bra although it must have been quite thin as I could see her nipples jutting out which was quite erotic; I could make out the curve of her upturned little titties. Inevitably I thought to myself there that there would be a good view, if only I could get myself end on, so to speak, but how to sneak a peek. I made my excuses and got up for a drink, offering my chair as I went but this was declined as I had hoped. I was still chatting away as I passed slowly, so looking down was not suspicious at all. I was right about the view; as I made my way round I could see she had on white panties with a floral lace panel at the front. My heart started the usual racing as I walked into the kitchen. I stood at the window; this afforded me a good view of the lawn area, and nothing suspicious as this was where I could get some water from the filter. This was the more than I had hoped for, the perfect position to look straight up her skirt and see what delights were on offer. She still had one leg up and one down and as usual was rocking one leg to the side whilst talking; I drank about three glasses of water and also filled the filter from the tap and stood waiting for it to work through. I could see every detail of her panties and the dark shadow of her pubic mound. As I stood waiting I took out my mobile phone and pretended to see if I had a signal but was actually trying to get a picture of her up-skirt panties; I took a few snaps and enjoyed the view, my trouser snake began to stir down below and I wondered if I could keep him under control; I ventured into the bathroom to get a bit more comfortable and to look at my pictures. I have always been one of those boring people that think a mobile phone should be just that, but on this occasion I was pleased that the onboard camera did the trick for me. I had a couple of long range shots to set the scene and the some zoomed into her crotch area to see those white panties; I was convinced that she had a camel toe, or maybe it was just the shadow. I knew that I could get the pictures onto my pc to look later and couldn't wait. When we got home later on in the day I made some excuse to go to the computer in the study to transfer my pictures, They were as good as had I hoped and yes there definitely was a crease in here cunty area and this tipped me over the edge and I had to go to the bathroom and beat one off really quickly, as my spunk shot from the end of little python I pictured that pussy, clad in those white panties and my mind was set; I had to get my hands on her undies for a better look. The first time I got to actually touch her panties was even more exciting, we were asked to baby sit for her young son, I thought I would take along my camera, just in case I got another chance and could maybe get a picture as a souvenir; no one ever questioned me having a camera in my hand as I was always taking photographs. We got settled in, when we had eaten my wife took the boy for a bath so I had chance to move around downstairs quite freely. I had noticed earlier that the washing machine was loaded but not yet running. I opened the washer door and pulled out two or three items and then I saw my goal, two pairs of soiled and silky pants waiting to be cleaned. I got so excited I nearly fainted. My priority was to retain some memory of this so I quickly got out my camera; I had already put a separate card in my bag just in case I got the chance. I managed to get several pictures from different points of view, one from the front and then with the legs open looking down into the pussy stained area. When I had taken the shots I put the camera to one side and made an in depth inspection of the objects of my fantasy: one pair had a definite creamy pussy shaped stain in the gusset and I realised that this was the closest I might ever get to her cunt. I stroked it, smelt it and viewed the panties up towards the light, holding them open from the top so that I could imagine exactly where they would sit on her hips and where the cunty stain would be. Then my nerve gave out, I had another quick sniff of the panties and Oh yes they smelt divine. Her cunt came to life under my nose. I quickly put them back into the washer, thinking next time I will actually take a pair to keep. Oh yes I knew that would be a next time. I got home and waited for everyone to go to bed then I got out the camera and reloaded the special card and viewed my efforts, wow! They were perfect. I had taken the pictures on top of the washer, as it was just under the window the light was great. I could see every crease and stain and I could remember the smell too. I compared the pictures to the one I had from my phone, the ones with the camel toe, so I could work out exactly where her cunt would sit in her undies. This called for some manual stimulation, I imagined all the time the smell of the panties, and I even thought it was still on my nose it smelt so strong. I had to get a pair for real; so started thinking of ways to make it happen. All the thoughts going through my head meant that I didn't have to rub my throbbing cock for very long before a stream of warm spunk shot from the end and I slumped back in the chair with a satisfied smile on my face. I thought perhaps I could build up quite a portfolio of pictures maybe she had different styles; maybe some were lacy whilst others were silky and soft, shimmering in the light, maybe not just pictures, perhaps I could collect a few trophy pairs. My fantasy would soon become a reality.