Cum Filled Panties
By submlmaid
One day, when my sister had gone out, I snuck into her room. This has
been a bad habit of mine for some years. I've been caught several times by
Sarah, but she never told anyone, and she hadn't caught me in a long time. I
don't do this that often, and after the first few times I'd learned to be
careful.
Our parents were gone to a familywedding out of state. They would be
gone for two weeks. Sarah and I hadn't gone because we both had school. She was
having her first year of college, and I had my junior year of high school.
So I took advantage of the empty house, and tried on some interesting
underwear. I was wearing white satin panties, and a matching bra when Sarah
returned. I didn't notice at first. I had thought she'd be gone for the evening
as it was a friday night. I wasn't aware she'd returned until she stepped into
the room.
I jumped and turned to her just as she cried out. "What the hell are you
doing?"
At that moment I didn't know what to say, I was rooted to the spot,
nonsensical words tumbled out of my mouth; I'm sure I promised I wouldn't do it
again. When I my words stopped tumbling, I noticed she was looking at my still
erect dick tenting her panties. I was embarresed, and the odd look she was
giving me just made things worse.
My body shook with panic when she finally looked to my face, thoughtful.
I didn't know what to say or what she wanted, I was just stuck. I honestly had
to keep myself from crying I was so desperate. I was started looking everywhere
but at her.
She startled me when she settled on the bed, the plastic bag in her hand
dropped onto the nightstand. "You really like this don't you?" She asked
sincerely.
I wondered how she could be so calm when I was so terrified. I felt like
a train wreck, I mumbled something about being unable to stop myself. She gave
me a look of sympathy. I didn't understand what she was doing. I was unable to
read her mood. By all accounts she should have been furious. But here she was
relaxed and thoughtful, just looking me up and down.
You have to understand that my sister is very calculating. She will
never do anything unless she can somehow profit by it. She doesn't do anything
impulsively. Asking her a favor requires serious negotiations. She was lookng at
me like she was negotiating. I was just nervous. I kept looking down.
I didn't notice the camera in her hands until she brought it to her
face. By then it was too late, she'd taken a shocked picture of me in her bra
and panties. "If you don't want anyone else to see this you are going to stand
still." she said.
I frantically thought of how I could get a hold of the camera, but still
I just couldn't move. I realised she was just trying to get me to stop coming in
her room, I could just wait until she let me go.
This was too embarressing, too humiliating to be caught like this. I
stood there dumb as a post, waiting. She took several pictures. I didn't know
what to do. When I looked at her again, I saw the same calulating face. I
waited.
"Jerk off." She told me.
"What?" disbelief drove the words out of my mouth. I finally found some
backbone and got angry. "What do you want from me? Do you want to embarress me,
fine I'm, completely humiliated! Do you want me to stop this, fine, I'll stop,
for good! Just let me go to my room to change."
She seemed to find some strenght from what I said, she sat up
straighter, and a heavy strength entered her voice. "You came to my room to play
with my underwear! If you want out of this room, then you get to earn your way
out of this room! Now start jerking off!"
My resolve weakened under her command. "I'm not going to jerk off in
front of my sister!" I reasoned as a picture flashed.
"I still have friends in highschool, I can make sure these pictures
haunt you for the next two years. Do you want Mom and Dad to see these? Do as I
say."
I thought of making a grab for the camera. I wanted to. "You're sick." I
said.
"So are you, if I hadn't come back, you'd be jerking off in here anyway,
so why don't you just do it!" While she said it, another flash came from the
camera.
This was too much. I readied myself to grab the camera, but fear held my
actions. She had always been more domineering than me. She was also always put
in charge. I was used to obeying her, it was easier to. My hard eyes watched
hers as she sat smugly on the bed. I wanted so much to break away, but at the
moment I knew I should act, my arms went flacid, and my eyes left hers.
My will broke, and my dick betrayed me. It had gone limp in the moments
of the argument, but now throbbed again, and began pressing against the satin.
Sarah saw my hesitation, "Do it." She said. Again my dick shifted the
fabric.
I hesitated, she took another picture, this one focused on my crotch.
"I need some tissue." I hedged. My face flushed. Maybe I believed that
would stop her. The moment I said it I knew I was going to jerk off in front of
my sister. I felt very wrong, My body didn't. I was looking for a way out,
hoping to melt into the floor. I didn't.
She sighed. She was about to get up when she testily said, "Grab
something cotton from the drawer." I turned, and looked into the drawer that had
been my shrine not minutes ago. Hesitantly I picked something from the drawer,
it was white with a dark blue star pattern. I held it. My cock throbbed, the
head poked out of the panties.
"I can't do this." I said. I was begging to be let go.
"Looks to me like you can." She replied sarcastically. "Do it."
My face, felt beet red. I put the cloth to my dick, and lifted it from
the white satin. I started wanking. The word itself rolled through my head. I
closed my eyes. I pretended I was somewhere else. It didn't work, a lump rose
in my throat. I was in my sisters room jerking off, with her watching.
I held the tears in, and after a while I came into the cotton.
I opened my eyes, I noticed that the whole time she'd been taking
pictures. I determined to somehow get the camera. Later. "You really do like
this don't you?" She asked. I stood mute with her cum filled panties in my hand.
There was an uncomfortable moment where I think we both didn't know what
to do or say. She looked me up and down again, thoughtful. I felt I should put
my dick away, but then wasn't sure if she'd want that. I stood like a moron.
The doorbell rang.
Like a spring, I jumped. Whatever spell that had rooted me to the spot
since my sister arrived broke. I made for the door.
"Get in the closet!" Sarah said quickly. I looked at her confused.
"My boyfriend's here, I didn't expect him so soon, but he's here now.
Get in the closet." she said it urgently.
"Why don't I go to my room?" I countered.
"If you don't want Jason to see you like this you will get in the
closet, if you don't want him to see the pictures." She added, pointing at the
open closet. Again my will wavered, my eyes dropped, my nerves betrayed me. She
guided me in. The door closed quickly, hiding me in her underwear and a handful
of cum.
I heard her leave, and go downstairs. I almost leapt back through the
door, and through the bathroom between our two rooms. But the darkness enclosed
me, I was afraid of what she would do. In here, he wouldn't see me, in here
Sarah wouldn't expose me.
Again I almost left, but soon heard Sarah and Jason coming up the
stairs. I'd lost my chance. "Mike won't be here until later tonight, so we can
be alone." I heard my sister say. They were in the room now. My heart leapt, I
saw the shadows of feet at the bottom of the door.
But the feet moved, and I heard the bed creek. They wispered to each
other, and talked some. I listened as they made out. They fooled around for a
bit. It felt odd to think of some of the things they were doing. I had done some
of it myself, but I didn't want to think of my sister doing it. The thought
suddenly skewed with what I'd just done.
Jason said something. Sarah demurred. They talked for a bit, low. I
heard nothing but my sisters grudging assent. She then added, "But let me turn
out the light. And cover your face." Jason questioned her quietly, they talked
more. Their voices paused. The lights went out. I heard quite clearly "Please
keep the pillow over your face. I'm not kidding, if you want it, do as I say." I
heard him relent.
The door opened. Terror gripped me, I panicked. Used to the dark as I
was I could see Sarah in a dark bra, and her mini skirt. If not for the need for
silence I would have gibbered. She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the
closet. If not for the need for silence I would have done something, resisted.
The firm pressure told me I couldn't leave without causing a commotion.
Jason was lying back on the bed, the pillow thankfully covered his face.
In the dim light I saw is pants around his ankles, and his dick semi-hard. I
looked to Sarah. She made the motions of sucking a dick. I shook my head
frantically, tried to go back to the closet, but her firm hand left me no silent
choice. She pulled me along, and set me between his legs. Terror paralyzed my
resistance.
On my knees, I pleaded silently before Jason spoke up, "Are you going to
do this?" He started to move the pillow.
"Yes, just keep you face covered, please?" He let go of the pillow.
Sarah grabbed my hair and forced me to face the dick. I was terrified. I didn't
want to touch it. It looked ugly, and hairy. But my head was forced into the
tangle fo pupic hair. I almost cried out.
"What are you doing?" Jasons muffled voice came to me.
She pulled my hair back, "Just trying to excite you, baby." She pushed
my head back to the cock, it throbbed. "Do it!" she dared just below a whisper.
I started licking, trying not to gag. I was trying to excite him, as she'd said.
I licked up the shaft, and it sprang to life. Sarah's hand still wrapped in my
hair, aimed my mouth at the head. There was nothing I could do to hide myself,
to get away. I couldn't avoid this and not be seen as the humiliating creature I
am.
He entered me. I sucked his dick. Sarah's hand on my head guided me the
whole time. I don' know how I did, but I can assume Jason enjoyed it. I didn't.
His hips started to buck in time with my motions. Before I knew it, Jason
spasmed, and a jet of cum spurted into my mouth just as Sarah pulled me off his
dick. Just in time to get a face full. The dick twiched for a while, and spurted
twice more, my sister made sure it hit my face.
I started crying. I hated this, it tasted foul. Sarah pulled me up by my
neck, "Wait until I've turned on the light before you take the pillow off." She
said to Jason. She put me back in the closet. I almost lost it completely, but I
did manage to prevent myeself from sobbing. This was the worst thing that ever
happened to me.
The lights came on. There was a muffled conversation. I heard them make
out. I started to hear other noises. Pretty soon my sister was moaning. The
tears flowed freely over the cum on my face.
I don't know how long I was standing there. I lost contact with the
world for a bit, lost in my thoughts. The next thing I knew the door opened, and
Sarah took my picture. I'm sure it was great, me looking like a sodden wreck
with cum I didn't want wipe away with my hand. I then realised I had the cotton
panties in my hand the whole time. I felt even more stupid.
I stepped out of the closet. More tears flowed. I waited.
"From now on you will do what I want. Alright?" She cooed. She
sympathised as she fiddled with my hair. There was an odd look on her face,
pride?
I looked at her, anger seethed in me. I wanted to grab the camera and
smash it in her face. The thought of what I'd done halted me. The humiliation
broke my will again. I nodded. I wanted to just crawl into a ball.
"Go get changed." She said, "Then you will do the laundry, you will wash
my underwear then give it back to me." As an afterthought she added. "Keep the
cotton pair, they're yours."
I nodded again, mute. I did as I was told.
