ADVENTURES IN PANTY SNIFFING: My Sister's Scent
by The Bald Clam


It's quite strange actually.  My story, that is.  I 
grew up in a relatively normal home in small town 
Northwest America.  My parents never divorced and my 
older brothers used to beat me up.  I lost my 
virginity when I was seventeen.  Nothing in my life 
was too out of the ordinary.  But now some things are 
definitely quite out of the ordinary.


After graduating from high school with a mediocre GPA, 
I embarked on a mediocre college career.  Six years 
and countless "incompletes" later, a college graduate 
was born.  Not only that, but a high school French 
teacher was born.  My interest in learning the French 
language came about after I found out Gerard Depardieu 
was a "sex symbol" in France.  I figured if he could 
be desirable to women, why not me?  I just needed to 
have some knowledge of the language so I could say 
sexy French words to sexy French women.  How I ended 
up with a teaching degree, I am still not sure.

So, as luck or fate or hell would have it, I received 
a job offer at my old high school.  Now, this was 
certainly not my first choice.  Nor was it my second, 
third, fourth or fifth choice.  I had interviewed at 
several schools around the state, apparently giving 
each one of those schools very poor impressions of 
myself.  But my father, God curse him, being on the 
local school board, was able to secure an interview 
for me, after the unexpected resignation of the 
previous French teacher left the administration in a 
panic.  I know I could have declined, but I didn't 
have many other options.  Well, I had no other options 
besides unemployment.  

Moving back into my parents' house was my mother's 
idea and, as pathetic as it may sound, I didn't really 
mind.  And so I did just that, about two months before 
school was to start.  It was a modest home, but I 
really dug having my old room back.  Everything I 
loved from childhood and adolescence was there: comic 
books, baseball cards, Star Wars toys and even my old 
Dungeons and Dragons books.

The house was also a lot more peaceful than how I 
remembered it.  Gone were my two older brothers, both 
having left the house shortly before I departed for 
college.  The only ones left were my parents and my 
little sister, Holly, who was going to be leaving for 
college in a month.  At the time, everyone was working 
during the day, so I had the house to myself.  It was 
wonderful.  

All of my friends were long gone from this God-
forsaken town, but I did not mind.  I didn't have to 
work for a while yet, so I would stay up late watching 
TV or videos or playing my newly relocated 
PlayStation.  After sleeping past noon, I would wake 
up and read some comic books, take a shower and then 
start my routine over again.  I got along very well 
with my family, but we pretty much left each other 
alone when we were together.  Pleasantries would be 
exchanged and then we would move on to our own 
business.

After the first two weeks of my new life, something 
happened to me that hadn't happened to me since I was 
fourteen.  I had a wet dream; and I awoke immediately.  
Having been nearly ten years since I experienced that 
specific sensation previously, I, of course, thought 
that I had pissed myself.  My first thoughts centered 
on the possibility of a life spent in diapers.  I 
thought it was the beginning of incontinence 
dominating my lifestyle.  Then, my hand braved the 
long journey to my underwear to survey the extent of 
the damage.  As I touched my underwear, I knew 
immediately what had really happened and thanked God I 
wasn't going to be in diapers quite yet.

As I stared at the ceiling, my hand finding its way 
from my underwear to the shaft of my penis, I was 
trying to figure out how this happened.  And it wasn't 
too hard to figure out.  Since my previous experience, 
I bet I had not gone more than three days without 
either having sex or jerking off.  Unfortunately, it 
was mostly the latter, with the occasional girlfriend 
filling in for my hand for a few weeks every six 
months or so.  Since moving back into my parents' 
house, I hadn't even thought about sex except for 
wondering if Wolverine and Storm might get it on 
sometime.

Now I don't want to give the impression that I was a 
compulsive masturbater or anything, but a guy needs to 
release himself every once in awhile.  All through 
college I had roommates, so I usually had to settle 
for a quick jerk in the shower or on the toilet.  
Sometimes it was almost like a chore, more like upkeep 
than anything else.  But now, after being awakened 
from my two week slumber, I thought I might be able to 
enjoy myself like I had not since I was humping my 
pillows when I was a teen-ager.  After thinking about 
the pleasures of masturbation for a while longer, but 
not actually doing so, I drifted off to sleep.

The next afternoon, I awoke with an erection.  Looking 
at the clock next to my bed, I saw the time to be 1:44 
P.M.  I knew that nobody would be home for at least 
four more hours.  I pulled the bed sheets away and 
slipped my underwear off.  As I did, I took time to 
admire my admittedly out of shape body.  I thought 
that it really wasn't that bad, though, considering 
the amount of alcohol and pot that I had consumed in 
the last six years.  At least I wasn't some poor 
bastard who couldn't see his dick because of the size 
of his belly.

My dick was ready to be serviced, but I thought that I 
really needed some visual stimulation.  I looked 
around my room.  I had never been a big collector of 
pornography so I didn't have any issues of Hustler or 
a copy of Anal Arabs or anything else of that sort.  
Finally I decided my best option would be Wonder Woman 
#87.  That particular issue had done the trick in the 
past and I didn't see a reason why she wouldn't be 
willing to ride her invisible plane over to my cock 
one more time.

So I flipped through my comics and found that special 
issue.  Then I settled onto my bed.  I opened up the 
comic and started to stroke my penis.  As I progressed 
through the issue, my strokes became more rapid.  As I 
turned to the last page, I let out a grunt and came.  
Cum hit my chin and a couple pools of semen formed on 
my stomach.

I dropped the comic book on the floor and looked at my 
naked body, my cock deflating quickly.  In my euphoria 
I started to swirl around one of the pools of semen 
with my finger.  I looked at the tip of my cum-covered 
finger and wondered how many babies were swimming 
around on there.  This lasted about ten seconds.  Then 
the high went away and I became disgusted at myself 
and my actions.  As I wiped myself clean with a 
tissue, I contemplated the power of an orgasm and the 
idiotic things it can make one say and do.

Feeling unsatisfied, I got up to take a shower.  As I 
walked down the hallway, I happened to glance into my 
sister's room.  She apparently had been starting to 
pack for her trip to college.  I stopped in front of 
her door, noticing something very intriguing...a pile 
of her nicely folded panties lying on her bed.  Now, 
I've never had any sexual feelings about my sister 
whatsoever.  She is a pretty girl, don't get me wrong.  
Holly stands about 5'8" and is real thin.  She never 
really had any baby fat and has never put much weight 
on her body.  Her breasts, a brother does notice some 
things, are bigger than grapes, but smaller than 
grapefruit (I don't know her bra size) and are simply 
delightful.  But, I digress...

I walked over to her bed, ignoring the other piles of 
clothing, and stopped in front of the panties.  
Something was stirring in me that I had never felt 
before.  I had never been excited about a woman's 
undergarments before, giving them about as much 
attention as I give my own.  But the thought of 
touching and smelling something that touches my own 
sister's cunt became very exciting to me suddenly.

I picked up the white cotton panties on top.  I 
unfolded them and looked at the crotch.  The slight 
yellowish stain of some substance, or multiple 
substances, was amazing.  I put the panties up against 
my face and I inhaled their scent.  I know the panties 
must have been washed, but I swear I could smell the 
intoxicating scent of woman.  Five minutes must have 
passed before I realized what I was doing.

The erecting of my penis was once again occurring, so 
I did what seemed to be perfectly logical.  To free up 
both hands, I placed Holly's panties over my head, 
being careful to make sure the crotch was over my 
nose.  As I did this, I caught a glance of myself in a 
mirror next to her dresser.  Even though I was about 
to take this depravity further, I could still 
appreciate how ridiculous I looked with her panties 
over my face.

I then pulled my own underwear down around my feet and 
looked for a place to go about my business.  Out of 
respect for my little sister, I decided I wouldn't 
masturbate in her room.  I shuffled out her room, and 
down the hall towards my original destination, the 
bathroom.  Tripping over my own feet, I barely escaped 
injury as I fell to the ground next to the bathroom 
door.  Recovering quickly, I leaped up and entered the 
bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, I smothered Holly's panties 
into my face with my left hand as I ferociously jerked 
myself off with my right hand.  I again breathed in 
her smell.  I felt like an animal.  Nothing had ever 
turned me on so much before.  I started panting, 
tiring from the excitement.  After a few minutes, I 
came.  Cum splattered on the wall five feet away from 
where I was seated on the toilet.

While wiping my cum off the wall with toilet paper, I 
realized that this had been the third time I had 
ejaculated in the last several hours.  And I became 
very pleased with myself.  After flushing the DNA 
evidence down the toilet, I took a shower, 
metaphorically washing my sins away.  

I got out of the shower and dried myself off.  I 
picked up my own soiled underwear off of the floor and 
opened up the clothes hamper in the corner of the 
bathroom.  As I tossed my underwear in the hamper, I 
caught sight of something else.  I saw another pair of 
my sister's panties, these apparently being dirty.

My hands shaking with nervous excitement, I reached to 
pick up the panties.  The panties were cotton and had 
a pinkish hue to them.  I unfolded them to get a view 
of the crotch.  The same undeterminable stain (though 
I had a pretty decent idea of what it was, and, no, I 
wasn't thinking urine or feces), was perfectly placed 
on the panties.  Delighted at what I saw, I nearly 
came right then and there.

As I brought Holly's panties closer to my face, I 
could detect her scent two feet away.  These were 
much, much more pungent than the "clean" panties I had 
come across before.  As my hands and her panties 
reached my face, I stuck the crotch of them in my 
mouth.  I could detect a faint taste of cunt that I 
had tasted before, during the few oral sex liaisons I 
had partaken in.  I ground my face into my little 
sister's tasty undergarments.

Holding the panties in my mouth, I braced myself 
against the wall with one hand and began, once again, 
to fiercely beat myself off with the other.  Nearly 
rubbing my cock raw, I came into the clothes hamper a 
few minutes later and collapsed on the tiles of the 
bathroom floor.  I was physically drained, not to 
mention drained of semen.

After collecting my thoughts, I returned her dirty 
panties to the hamper, picked up her "clean" panties 
and returned to her room.  I folded the panties nicely 
and placed them back on the pile on her bed.  I went 
to my room, dressed and laid down in my own bed.  I 
fell asleep for the remainder of the afternoon.

My whole family was home for supper.  I worried that I 
might feel awkward around my sister, considering my 
actions that day, but it was a perfectly normal meal.  
We talked about each of our own days, me lying and 
leaving out several details, and then we went our 
separate ways, like usual.

I fell asleep early that night.  I awoke about nine 
o'clock the next morning.  I got out of bed and 
searched around the house to see if anyone else was at 
home.  Nobody.  I went into the bathroom and opened up 
the clothes hamper.  A new dirty pair of my sister's 
panties was calling my name...

For the next two weeks, my routine was exactly the 
same.  First, I would wake up.  Second, I would find 
my sister's panties from the previous day.  Third, 
fourth, fifth, sixth and, sometimes, seventh, I would 
masturbate while tasting and smelling and dancing 
around with my sister's panties covering my face.  It 
was a wonderful life.  Then my sister left for college 
and, likewise, so did her panties.

My dad took a week off from his work and drove Holly 
out to her school back East.  Mom stayed behind as she 
was unable to take time off for work.  The first 
morning my sister was gone, I was calm and collected.  
By the afternoon, I was going through some kind of a 
panty withdrawal.  I knew I didn't have to have 
panties to get off, but it did make the experience a 
whole lot more pleasurable.

And as I was thinking about my dilemma, it suddenly 
became obvious what the solution was.  After all, I 
thought, my mother wears panties, doesn't she?


...TO BE CONTINUED