I won’t tell if you don’t, Part 1(revised)

This is the re-edited version of my tale attempting to remedy the problems of the earlier writing pointed out by it’s readers. Thank you to EVERYONE for their suggestions, I hope this is an easier and more enjoyable read with a little extra material. Feel free to point out anything I missed-DYSON69

The event occurred about 35 yrs. ago in my teens and is the most favorite memory from I and my sister’s special relationship. Even though I’ve revisited that memory many times, I admit to not remembering the exact words people said and even with my sister’s help have had to fill in some but it’s all very close to what occurred. As this is the first story I’ve ever submitted about my experiences I apologize for any and all spelling, punctuation and grammar mistakes, and would appreciate any suggestion about how to improve the writing of our story.

Beth (not her real name) was 15 and I was 14 in what I what I thought was an average dull family with no alcoholism, drugs, violence, or cheating I knew of l. The four of us and Tinkerbell the cat lived in the suburbs; Dad had his work, Mom was busy in the community, Beth and I each had a few friends and I was a pimply teenager raging with hormones getting horny over every young female (and a MILF or two) in sight except my sister. It wasn’t that she was anything like ugly, having a pretty face, reddish-blond wavy hair, 34 B breasts and a slightly padded hourglass figure that got curvier every year. More than once I caught my buddies sneaking looks at her when she walked by though they’d deny it. She felt bad about her being thicker at a time when thin was in, so she spent lots of time and money on her skin, makeup, and clothes to make up for it. Yet she still had a friendly personality and wasn’t totally self-absorbed or a bitch/tease to guys. However to me she was just my sister Beth and we mostly got along with only the occasional fight over the usual stuff like chores or borrowing the other’s things- which is how this all started.

We were both into music but I was the one who put all my lawn mowing money into a stereo system allowing me to make tapes (yes, tapes) of just what I wanted. Since she and I like pretty much liked the same kind of music I often found my records or hand- made tapes missing always to be located in her hands. Even though she wasn’t damaging them it still pissed me off when she’d just take them. So one Saturday while my parents were out for the afternoon doing parent stuff I decide to grab my latest hand-made tape and go see my best friend Jeff. I yelled out the upstairs window what I was going to do at Beth who was outback sunbathing (even I looked at her when she went by in her bikini) and she waved a thumbs up. After searching for a while I discovered that my brand new tape was missing so I yelled at her again from the upstairs window. However she now had her radio going with the earphones on so until I went down there, she’d be lost to the world for the next hour. Being impatient, not wanting to get into an argument, and feeling like pissing her off for a change I decided to check her room without asking permission (a BIG no-no). I stormed in there looking in all the usual places and a few more without finding my tape. That’s when I decided to check her closet (an even bigger no-no but I didn’t care) swinging open the closet’s slatted folding doors and started looking. It wasn’t a likely place for my tape to be but I wanted to be sure and was a bit nosy/curious anyway so I poked around for a minute or three, when I spotted ”it”.

Not my tape but her laundry hamper with a set of bright red panties hanging out from under the lid. Satiny ones with a kind of lacy edge on them that reminded me of things I’d seen in guy’s magazines but didn’t expect my sweet sister to have. At that moment the formerly solid wall between my teenage lust and feelings about my sister started to break down as I picked them up, and feeling how wonderfully soft they were, rubbed the fabric against my cheek. Immediately I started getting hard thinking about her bikini clad ass and picturing these on it. Now, two of my friends had admitted during a truth or dare game to sniffing their mom’s/sister’s panties and agreeing they had an exciting scent on them. Going all in I sniffed them and caught a whiff of something spicy at the front and knew it wasn’t pee smell, so it had be pussy juices like I’d read about in the Penthouse magazines my friend Jeff had come up with and, not thinking, I started to rub my hardening cock through my pants. Now, I usually jerked off at least once a day (double or more on weekends) but hadn’t all of yesterday nor that morning hoping to get Jeff to grab some of his dad’s porn tapes so we could jerk off to them-again. So I was really, really aching to let loose and started thinking with the brain between my legs which decided that rubbing myself through a set of jeans wasn’t good enough and I needed to unzip and bring it out. “I can do this”, I reasoned, “a quick jerk off into her panties and then bury them deep so they go unnoticed till tomorrows wash.