Caught In My Sisters Panties

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Caught In My Sisters Panties
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When I was just a sprout of about eight, I really started noticing my sister’s underwear was different than my own. This was in the 50s, when girls of about 12 or so started wearing ‘big girl’ underwear.
For one thing, hers had no flap in the front and felt like silk, althought they were really probably nylon or acetate. I was also fascinated with her petticoats, which were very full, very frilly and very ‘girlish’.
One day, when my sister wasn’t home, I snitched a pair of her panties. They were pink, with lace across the bum – they later called them rhumba panties. I felt them for a while and decided to feel what they felt like on, so stripping off my trousers and underpants, I put them on. They were too big, but not awfully so.
I admired myself in the mirror for a while and then fell on the bed, giggling to myself. I started bouncing up and down while laying face down! After a while, I got a real good feeling ‘down there’ – I believe I actually had an orgasm although of course there was no ejaculation, just a great feeling). In my childish mind, I attributed this feeling to the panties.
So I proceeded, for the next few years, to purloin my sister’s panties and those of my friends’ sisters whenever I could. I also progressed from wearing just the panties to ‘dressing up’ whenever I had the chance. I got rather bold, since I appeared to be getting away with it!
About the time I was 11, my mum and sister were going shopping and I was to be left alone for a few hours. When they had left, I immediately went up to the attic (where my collection was hidden) and – I remember this like it was yesterday – I put on a pair of blue lacy panties, a petticoat and a white dress that used to belong to my sister. I then went back downstairs to play in the living room for a while before attending to other matters.
My good fortune ran out that day – mum had forgotten her purse and just as I got to the bottom of the landing, the front door opened and in she walked with my sister. It’s hard to say which of us was the more surprised!
My sister gave me the strangest look but mum grabbed me by the neck and dragged me out onto the porch (I fought her all the way, to no avail). She proceeded to bend me over the porch rail and flipped up my skirts, showing my little panties. She gave the most exasperated sound and started to paddle my bum with her hand. After a few minutes, she told my sis to get her the strap. Now, I don’t know if any of you have been struck with a razor strap, but it ain’t fun!
She practically melted the material of those panties with that strap, with me screaming and carrying on. “I only have one girl in this house!” Mom was yelling. Meanwhile, I had gotten to the point where the spanking no longer hurt and weirdly started to feel good. I was getting quite excited by all this and it was probably on that day that I became a devout ‘spankophile’.
Thank God, there were few neighbours on our street and I didn’t know any of them, as they had no children! My sister, meanwhile, was giggling and started to laugh at me. Mom was so mad that she didn’t stop to think and had me stand by the wall while she proceed to flip up my sister’s skirts and show her panties (flowered ones) and started to spank her too, saying: “You think this is funny? I’ll show you its not funny!”
Wow! A real girl’s bum in panties right in front of me! OK, it was my sister, but it was a real bum in real panties! It was almost more than I could stand! Anyway my sister got real mad at me because she got a spanking and to make matters worse, she said she was going to tell all my mates at school that I was dressed up as a little girl, and wearing panties. I begged her not to and we made a deal – she wouldn’t tell but would get to spank me some time in the future!
After a year went by, I forgot all about it and continued to wear girl’s clothes whenever I was sure I wouldn’t get caught. I hid them out in the large storage shed at the back of the house. It had two storeys and was quite old so no-one but me went up to the second level!
Mom, I thought, had quite forgotten the whole cross-dressing incident after I apologised and told her I just wanted to see what it felt like to wear all those frilly clothes! I guess she just wanted to believe me.
One Friday afternoon, when I got home, I discovered I was alone. There was a note from mom saying she would be ‘quite late’ and so would Judith. my sister. I decided to go to the shed and play. I dressed and proceeded to do the things I would do, and was really lost in my own world when I heard a noise behind me – it was Judith.
“I th-thought you w-were gonna be l-late,”, I stammered! “Practice was called off,” she said with a smirk, “and now it’s time for you to honour your part of the deal. I’m going to spank you, just like momma.” “Please, no!” I begged. “I’ll do anything else you want but please don’t spank me!”
Well, begging didn’t help and she made me go back to the house with her, where she got the strap and proceeded to whale my bum until I was screaming like a banshee. I was making so much noise that neither of us heard the front door open.
It was our nearest neighbour, Mrs Smyth. She had heard me screeching and thinking I was alone, came to check. She was flabbergasted. Here was a red-faced boy of 12, wearing a dress and panties, being spanked by a much larger girl of 16 who happened to be his sister, wearing a dress that was far too small for her (it was last year’s and she had grown some) so that every time she bent forward her panties were showing.
“Stop that!” Mrs Smyth yelled. Sis, who until then hadn’t noticed her, jumped about a foot in the air and spun around at the same time, giving me a lovely view of her panties. However, I was in no shape to enjoy it at the time. I think she was intent on literally seeing if nylon would melt if enough friction was applied to it! I jumped up also and both of us said ‘Mrs Smyth!’ at the same time, as if this were a very astute observation!
I was trying my best to shrink into the carpet, wishing my clothing was a bit more masculine in appearance, and trying to pull up my very non-masculine panties at the same time!
“What in the name of the Lord is going on here?” Mrs Smyth asked, looking back and forth at us. Meanwhile, I had got my panties up but unfortunately was in an excited state and the dress got caught in the waistband of the panties, so it was quite noticeable!
“I am going to have to tell your mum about this!” she yelled. “Now, both of you go stand in different corners.” She would brook no arguments, and the strap was clearly visible there on the floor!
Well, about an hour later, mum came home and of course the first thing she saw was a grim-faced Mrs Smyth, and her daughter and son (in drag) standing in the corner.
Mrs Smyth gave mum her impression of what had happened. She said it wasn’t just a spanking, it was something sexual and perverted and dirty and…here she ran out of adjectives. By then, both sis and I were crying, knowing we were going to die – whether from embarrassment or from being thrown in the nearest rock quarry!
Mum and Mrs Smyth talked for a while in low tones so we couldn’t hear. Mum then told us to both come over, which we did and she asked us what was going on! She appeared entirely too calm. We both started to speak at once, saying we weren’t doing anything dirty, and tried to explain about the promise I had made – knowing we were making things worse but not knowing how to fix it!
At that, Mrs Smyth piped up: “How do you explain the fact that you were all excited, then?” “Shut up, you old biddy,” I thought but didn’t say. “Yes, how do you explain that, little girl?” my mum asked.
Now, do any of you know how embarrassing it is to explain to three females – one a neighbour, one your sister and the other your mum – that you get excited wearing girls clothes? I didn’t mention that getting spanked by a pretty young female while wearing those clothes was absolute heaven – especially since the female in question was a very close relative.
After mum listened to us carry on for a while, she observed: “Well, we’re getting nowhere with this. Mrs Smyth, would you care to take a hand in the handing out of discipline?” Mrs Smyth agreed, and it was decided that she would use her hand on me (maybe they felt sorry for me) and mum would use the strap on Judith.
Judith was pushed over the arm of the settee and her dress was flipped up. I was in the same position but over Mrs Smyth’s knee. Looking right at my sister’s panty-covered bum, she got hers while I got mine! I soaked my panties – Mrs Smyth didn’t say anything but she noticed! How I found out she noticed is another story.
I still loving dressing up. No, my sister never got a chance to spank me again. Yes, I got caught again – but not by mum. But I still love giving and receiving spanks. My lovely bride of 35 years is also into ‘love spanking’ and we sometimes play out mum and child, with both of us taking different roles at different times – but I’m always the female!
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Has your sister ever given you her panties to wear?
Lives in The United Kingdom · Author has 187 answers and 506.8K answer views · Updated 10 mo ·
Has anyone ever taken their mom’s bras or panties as a teen? Can you reply with pictures?
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Has anyone ever taken their mom’s bras or panties as a teen? Can you reply with pictures?
Have you ever worn your sister’s panties as a boy?
My brother smells my dirty panties. What is the reason behind it?
Has my mom and sister caught me wearing her panties?
Is it weird that my brother wants to wear my bras and panties?
Have you ever seen your brother pitching a tent in his underwear?
Do girls wear their sister’s panties?
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Has anyone ever taken their mom’s bras or panties as a teen? Can you reply with pictures?
Have you ever worn your sister’s panties as a boy?
My brother smells my dirty panties. What is the reason behind it?
Has my mom and sister caught me wearing her panties?
Is it weird that my brother wants to wear my bras and panties?
Have you ever seen your brother pitching a tent in his underwear?
Do girls wear their sister’s panties?
My sister saw me wearing her panties. What should I do?
Why does my sister leave her bras panties lying out in my room?
Why does my 14 year old boy keep taking his younger sister's underwear?
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Yes. We went on holiday and my mum didnt pack any underwear for me. So I had to wear my sisters panties from yesterday. They felt so good. When we got home I asked my mum if I could continue wearing them. She said it would be ok but only if my sister agreed. So I asked her. Every morning my sister would bring me her used panties which I would wear that day. I still wear panties today but these are my own.
Oh yes at 6/7 she used to show me the panties mom had bought her I was so jealous and it showed she would “lend" me her panties pure bliss and stil blissful today ooooo how I love wearing panties knickers and tights mmmmmmm

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My Sister's Lacy Panties I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything. The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore. I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me. Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?" I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?" Allison gave me a once over and a weird facial clench as she noted, "I thought you were going out to get some things out of the storage shed. You told me that. And what in the world are you wearing this time, Lacy?" I spat out the bit of juice I'd been drinking, spraying the wall, and earning another look from Allison. "Lacy? My name is Robert." This time, Allison rolled her eyes and tossed off a wave. "More of your pretend. Come on, we need to get ready for dinner with mom's new boss. Wear one of your nice dresses for once." She left me flabbergasted in the hallway. I turned in place a few times before I wiped off the wall and made my way to my bedroom. Inside, I had to pause again as I surveyed how much the room had changed in just the ten minutes I'd been way. Instead of nature vistas and wild animals, there were Transformers and anime images on the walls. I was glad to see my gaming machines were all in place, although the organization was much more precise than I remembered. There were still a lot of plants. But I didn't remember having a pair of white mice before. They scurried around and glanced over at me. My bed sheets were different. I had a modeling table instead of an art one. I felt a rush of nausea over all the changes and coughed into my hand. As I looked around, it felt so strange that the room didn't seem all that weird or changed. It wasn't particularly girly for a girl's room. I knew I should've felt more alarmed but I felt alright. Eventually, my eyes came to rest on a slip of paper placed at the foot of my bed. I opened it up and read, in a rather messy form of my handwriting, "Dear, Brother Self. If you see this then that means it worked. I've been working so hard all my life to change myself, to reach another place where everything feels right. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a boy. That's who I am when I close my eyes at night. Against all odds, I focused all my effort on reaching out to someone who was a boy and who was willing to accept my invitation to trade. I found you. I could see inside your in dreams and passing feelings. I knew how you run all the time to run away from your feelings. I plan to run with you and, as you move, we will move as one and I will be in your place and you will be in mine. If you look under my bed, in the lavender wooden box, you'll find my diary. The combination is 4-1-6. Everything in there should be enough to get you settled. All my best to the both of us. I know we'll find what we're searching for. Love, Your Sister Self, Lacy." I had to read over the letter a few times before I could set it down. I swallowed and sighed. I felt upset swirling with anger. I had no idea what she meant by acceptance. I'd never wanted to be a girl. Not seriously at least. Still, thinking about the implication of this all sent a shudder through me that felt so relaxing. The sensation was like being carried on a muscle wave after a really good run. After a moment, I nosed around the closet in my new room. I could see normal shirts, slim shirts with short sleeves, tanks, and interesting button tops. I felt flush as I realized all the shirts, even those pushed in the back, looked so very cool. The same went for the pants. In that section hung mostly jeans and then slacks and cutoffs and little bits of fashion I'd seen in my sister's closet from time to time but never had the boldness to examine closer.  I smacked myself a little for a sudden squeak I gave when looking over the shoes. It was meager even by sister's assortment of shoes but they were all mine. The bras didn't actually do much for me but I was still so stunned by the ease with which I'd slipped into loving girl's clothing. Before I could ponder the cause, my hand dipped into the underwear drawer. I fingers settled on a buried pair of dark-purple underwear with a silken sheen to them and patterns of lace. I tightened my grip around them and carefully picked them up from the drawer. I knew I'd never seen them before in my life but something, just past my conscious thoughts, told me that this bit of clothing was familiar to me. I'd worn it before. Shaking, I carefully took off my sweat-soaked top and pants. I edged my way towards the mirror by the closet when I'd completely undressed. I still looked as I remembered. My skin was boyishly rough and marred by a large scratch on my knee from when I'd fallen during a recent run. My body looked decent from all the running I'd done but it felt wrong for me, especially at this moment. My chest looked too flat and rigid. My shoulders were too pointy. Chin protruded in a way my sister's didn't. And then, my groin. It was pointing out, probably with all the blood racing around with my throbbing heart. Gingerly, I slipped the pair of underwear in place. They were not comfortable but seemed to fit. I stood in front of the mirror in a pair of panties feeling rather stupid. The possibility did cross m
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