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My wife's sister had a BBQ recently and we all drank heavily. My SIL's husband had work that night and left. After drinking all day my wife was very tired and went to bed early with my kid leaving me downstairs with her older sister and their teenage nephew. Being pretty drunk I said I needed to check on my wife and kid. I peeked in the extra room where my wife was sleeping and saw they were knocked out. As I was heading back downstairs I saw my sister in laws bedroom door open. From here things happened quickly. I ran to her dresser and the first drawer I opened contained her panties. I quickly rummaged around and pulled out a pair, whatever felt the sexiest, and stuffed them in my pocket and headed down stairs. Just as their nephew came to see what I was doing, almost catching me. I took her panties to the bathroom with me and inspected them. I always tried to imagine what my wife's older sister had on under her pants. Always looking for panty lines-looking for a thong. These were boy shorts. White with elaborate sexy lace along the edges. Oh to see her in these!! I jacked off into them. Focusing my c*** into where her p**** and ass would be. After finishing I threw that pair into the dirty clothes bin and covered them with other clothes. The washing machine and bin were right in front of the bath. When I woke I was filled with regret. I noticed my sister in law acting a bit weird with me. when I looked in her dirty clothes hamper near her washing machines I saw it was empty and she had done laundry. I felt really bad about this betrayal and invasion of privacy. Almost depressing me for weeks. I don't know if my sister in law noticed her sexy pair in the laundry bin. She must have I'm guessing since only towels and swimming shorts were in there. Either way she's never brought it up and I still can't believe what I did. Time has made it better for me. She acts normal around me. I'll live with this guilt and dirty pleasure for some time. I still wonder if she found them soaking in my sperm. Hopefully the wet swimming clothes kind of blended in with the wetness.

I went camping with my wife and her sister last summer. After they both went to the lake I was looking for something in the tent when I came across my SIL panties she took off to put on her bikini. She is 51 y.o. and big round booty . I picked up panties and had a whiff, her p**** odor was divine! I then wanked a huge load on the gusset and took them to the water faucet to wash off, error! they never dried in time and she kept asking why they were wet? As I was only one in tent I know she had her suspicions ...

She already knew you jerked off in her panties so you might as well hope they were completely f****** soaked in your sperm when she grabbed em. You may as well her off your hard d*** to the memory or steal another pair since she doesn’t care or even try to f*** her. She might really love c*** !

I'm currently living with my mother in law and her 19 y.o daughter (my sister in law) lives here off and on (she will come for a few days then go back to her boyfriends). Whenever she leaves, she will leave a dirty laundry basket full of usually 3-4 pairs of dirty panties. Every chance I get I sneak off into the room and j******* to them. Usually I'll wear one over my face to lick and smell while I j******* with the other. The past weekend, I bought a a secret camera that looks like a wall charger and put it in her room and disguised it as a charger for my xbox headsets. I caught several videos of her full nude and j******* to it while smelling her dirty panties - the same ones I see her take off in the video. I've also jerked it to my other sister in laws panties and my mother in laws. I constantly take creepshots of their a**** and have a full secret library in an email account full of everything Ive captured.

That's nothing, I've c u m m e d on my 83yo mother in-law's (Dottie is her name) toothbrush, put some on her inhaler and her mouth guard too, the best was putting my load in a hobby syringe then put it in her almost empty v a g a s i l tube and mixed it real good, I jacked off that night 3 times thinking of how it would stick her p u s s y l i p s together. Also have put about 10 loads on the c r o t c h of her dirty p a n t i e s and leave them out where she can see them. I've been in her bed with no clothes and spunked on her sheets and on her pillow case right on top oh her drool stains, it keeps me going. Steve

You cant f*** with girls lingerie. They are like computers with that s*** . You should have just stolen them or soiled them and put them back in the same exact spot. The most normal fetish is a lingerie fetish for men so don't think your the only one who ever got off touching panties.

Not that weird. not that bad. forgive yourself.

You should have regret--that's nasty. Of course she knew. You need to be a better person. Are you a Christian? If not, look into it. You should confess your sins too. The Lord will forgive you, if you acknowledge your sins. You're lucky the word isn't out on you. If a BIL jerked into my clothes, I'd mention it, and maybe send them in for DNA testing if the person in question was lying about it. The Devil is tempting you to do bad things, so recognize that. The Devil has put l*** in your heart. Resist! Repent! The kingdom of God comes from within. Strike down the Devil- l*** in your heart and embrace the Word of the Lord. Follow His light and you shall be saved.

Hey I jerked off in your ugly white cotton panties! Loser!

Sorry Religion does not make for better people - it distorts the natural order and all are man made shackles, filled with hatred, calls for slavery and murder and in some cases mulilation. By all means feel this immoral but becoming a Christian won't make you a better person at all. Religion is the leading cause of hatred in the world and is used to hold back large swathes of society.

Hey how bout that. It's the ethical equivalent of a stinking possum rooting through the garbage can in the night. Shoo, pest. Shoo!

Oh she definitely saw they were filled with c** but she probably has forgotten about it

Yeah,,,,no, women don't forget s*** like this

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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 my mind that this was all a joke and my sister was about to burst through the door laughing. But I heard no hint of that from the hallway. I did hear a faint sound that reminded me of the air filter in a friend's house. The air around seemed to rush and groan. I felt a spasm of dizziness surge through me and staggered around trying to find my balance. Between my legs, the sensation was an undulation like water rippling back and forth. When it finally eased, I looked down to see that my underwear fit my form without a lump. I cupped the front and then peered under the material with wide-eyed fascination. The form of my groin was clear. Walking on uneasy legs, I slipped on a matching bra from the bottom of another drawer. It took no effort to slip everything in place comfortably. I could already sense the next wave. This time, I watched as my flat chest blurred into a form that flowed along the material of the bra. I was bigger than Allison, which made me feel so very happy. I adjusted the cups for the best fit. My flesh felt warm, pleasant, and reassuring. Nothing felt particularly sensitive but my nipples pointed against the material. I cupped my chest with both hands and rushed over to the drawer. I put together the best outfit that my intuition could manage. I wasn't sure it was the one Allison nudged me about but I sure liked it, especially the shoes. The rest of the changes came one wave after another as my feet trimmed into my shoes and my rough skin smoothed away in all places. My hips looked so full in the silver dress and my shoulders so narrow. They still had a muscular form, which probably meant that Lacy ran like I did. My face looked a little like a chipmunk's with a rounded shape and full cheeks. My voice giggled high and soft and with all the energy I never found in all my runs. I posed in front of the mirror a bit before Allison started bugging me like she always did. A quick look through the door earned her approval on my choice of clothes (and a brief expression of shock). I just smiled back and told her I'd be down in a minute. Breathing in the air around me, I felt where I was supposed to be. No matter what, Lacy had been right about me and I felt so deeply grateful that she and I might both find our true happiness.

Epilogue I woke up with drool. Despite the fact it was Sunday night, I had trouble getting to sleep with a myriad of texts from everyone and a million Internet distractions popping up. Something like my blanket sprawled across my chest and, with the morning heat, left me sweaty. Groggily brushing the drool away, familiarity and alarm soon crossed my thoughts. My cheek was scruffy. My hair was shorter too. …oh… So, that was it. A trial run. Back to my face, back to my body, back to base camp after making progress halfway up. Damn… Dammit… if I had a sinus headache right then, the whole shit show would be complete. God… So many little, nagging uncertainties about what all this meant plagued me, but the overriding sense was to just slide back into sleep. Maybe I could get a dream where things felt like yesterday again, where I could build on the last week. Didn’t I at least earn dreams? Shifting against my pillow, that blanket weight felt far more intimate and connected than it
Jacob blushed as his fingers brushed against the soft fabric, the pink cotton sliding between his fingers. He bit his lip as he looked around, eyes darting across the pink of his sister's room before finally settling on the filched panties. He hesitated for a moment before clutching them to his chest, balling the smooth cloth in his hands before darting to the room next door and collapsing on his bed.

He sighed in relief, happy to have succeeded cleanly this time as he glanced furtively around the room, eyes resting on the closed door for a moment before his gaze relaxed. He smiled to h
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