Em’s Panties Pt 9

For the next ten days life moved slower than slow. With the parents always around, and school winding down, finals, and goodbyes, Em and I had no alone time at all. Towards the end that stretch I found myself constantly horny. Just the friction from my boxers as I walked downstairs for dinner one night had me full on erect. I had to splash cold water on myself just so I could sit at the dinner table. Em, as always, seemed unfazed by it. Sex, and more specifically sex with my sister, was all I could think of. During this time, I jerked off at least twice a day. At night Em would shower first then yell all yours as she went to dress, and I’d go in and do the same. A few nights she “accidentally” left her panties on the floor. The had been what she wore all day at school, and I would sniff and lick them while I jacked like a lunatic. Her generosity was all that got me through that time.

Our last day of classes came and went, and we returned home to start packing for the trip. School ended on a Wednesday, and Dad had managed to get us a flight off base at 7am Friday morning. Em and I discussed outfits, and speculated what the meals would be like, and how Italy would be in general. Dad had taken us out of the country before. We had traveled to London and Paris once for a week. We were younger and the parents kept us on a short leash. We had both hoped for some freedoms on this trip.

That Friday morning Dad warned us we were in for a long trip, but he didn’t do a good job of selling it. We flew to Washington DC, then waited in a small hanger with a few other Air Force families who were also catching rides. From DC we flew to a RAF Air Base in England. Here we had a layover of 6 hours. We were sent to a small metal hut with some bunks and a shower. We freshened up and then ate something, before heading back to take the final flight to Italy. The last leg was the worst. It was a twin propeller plane that was loud and slow. I was dark again when we took off. Em and I were seated together with our parents across the row. Once we hit cruising altitude t6he lights were turned off and everyone tried to sleep.

Em had the window seat, and I had the aisle, with Mom across from me and dad to her left. Dad, who loved flying more than us we speculated, was asleep in a second. Mom struggled but I noticed her head slowly sink to dads’ shoulder eventually. I was watching Em, who herself was leaning against the window, slowly heading off to sleep. On one particular bumpy stretch I moved my hand to her thigh, and as the bumps continued, I slipped between her legs. She had brought along a light sweatshirt for the flight, and it was in a ball under the seat in front of her. She undid her seat belt, leaned down and retrieved it, placing it across her lap as if she were cold. She never looked at me just went back to leaning her head against the window, her eyes closed. As this was a military charter plane there were no flight attendants, and all I had to worry about was Mom really. So I turned my body on a slight angle, the crossed my leg. To anyone who bothered to notice it looked like I just turned into my sisters side a little to keep my foot clear from the aisle.

Once I was sure everyone was oblivious, I returned my hand to my sister.