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I decided to list some of the experiences my readers have had with getting their boyfriends or husbands into soft satin traps … underwear!

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I ejaculated into the shiny black panties and once again feelings of remorse and shame replaced the feelings of satin story. I buried both of the flimsy garments underneath the other clothing in the wash basket, flushed the story and pulled up my pants. A lot had happened in the thirty-five years since that fateful evening on the train. My sister Michele, now fifty-one years old, had never married.

Instead she had had a series of unsuccessful relationships all of which had ended messily. She had no children and had not had a partner now for satin a year to the best of my knowledge. We had drifted apart and saw each other spasmodically; usually during the holidays. I had been married and divorced and now lived alone; my two children grown up with kids of their own. Downstairs I could hear the sounds of people making their excuses to leave the family gathering.

Family gatherings were a rare event, and this Easter my sister had hosted a dinner party. It was an awkward event where my ex-wife and I pretended to be civil to each other and my children and their kids could barely contain their eagerness to leave the uncomfortable gathering. We had never spoken of it and Michele seemed to have forgotten about the incident entirely. I came downstairs to the kitchen to see that everyone had packed up and was preparing to leave. I air-kissed my ex-wife and hugged my children and grandchildren and they beat a welcomed retreat to their respective cars for the long drive home.

I poured myself a drink from the small bar; Michele declined a drink panty and followed the small crowd out of the door to wave farewell. The house was still and quiet, and when my sister came back into house she walked past me panty went up the stairs. I pd she needed to use the bathroom and settled down at the kitchen table and nursed my drink.

I had a good idea what Michele wanted to talk to me about. Our mother had died recently and there were still a few legal issues concerning her will that we needed to sort out. My daydream was abruptly broken when a pair of black satin panties dropped on the table in front of me.

I froze; staring at the intimate garment which bore traces of my semen. I was gob-smacked and sat there speechless as my face paled and then changed to deep crimson with embarrassment and shame.

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My sister had aged well. She carried a little more weight than when she was younger; her hips were wider and her breasts had sagged a little but she was voluptuous and still attractive. I was still a young girl and in my dreams I was always wearing the uniform that I had worn at the Graham Academy. I loved my sister, even though we seldom saw each other; and now it was apparent that what I did to her all those years ago had caused her psychological damage.

I heard the click-clack of her heels on the stairs and then the kitchen door opened and my sister entered the room.

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The blouse was too tight and she had left most of the buttons undone which exposed her white lace bra, barely containing her full breasts. The little A-line skirt was stretched tight around her waist causing a little roll of fat to form at her belly and the hem now rested halfway up her thighs. Her legs were encased in sheer tan pantyhose that glittered in light of the kitchen; they were a lot sheerer that the ones that women had worn in the seventies.

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Even the toes of the pantyhose were sheer, a little seam ran along the front of her toes drawing attention to her red-painted toenails. Her black open-toed platform shoes still fit her and she smelt of flowers and bubblegum. Memories of my youth at the Graham Academy came flooding back. I stared appreciatively at my sister but I wondered why she had put on her old school uniform.

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Was this some ploy to make me feel even guiltier? Am I wrong? My sister lifted the hem of her A-line skirt and the rustling sound of the skirt on her nylons bought the memories flooding back again. She raised the hem of her skirt above her waist and I gasped. Modern pantyhose now incorporated sheer-to-the-waist gussets and I could see the shiny dark-green satin panties underneath her pantyhose quite clearly. Excitement and arousal overcame any reservations I may have felt and I took my sister in my arms and kissed her.

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She immediately responded and slid her tongue into my mouth. I tasted bubblegum and inhaled her scent as our tongues intertwined. I kissed her again and walked her backwards through the kitchen and into the darkened lounge room. I kept walking her backwards, my body pressed against hers until I felt her bump into the settee. We stopped there and kissed each other passionately as my erection grew in my pants until it was uncomfortable.

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Michele bought her hands up to my shoulders and pried her body away from mine. I put my arms around her and slid my hands down to her bum rubbing her through the thin material of her skirt. Once again, after all those years, my fingers experienced the sensation of her nylon pantyhose gusset sliding against the lustrous material of her satin panties. She nodded her reply and I reached between our bodies and slid my hand up her leg stroking her pantyhose and story satin I marvelled at the feel of silky garment. Michele moaned and lifted up one of her legs and wrapped it around my body, pressing me tightly against her.

She was not the panty teenager that she once was but her plump body still felt exquisite underneath mine. As much as I was enjoying what we were doing I extricated myself from her embrace and stood up. I watched her cheekily smacking her chewing her gum as I quickly shucked off my clothes.

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My erection stood out proud from underneath the little pot-belly I had developed over the years. Her fingernail was painted with red-nailpolish and she softly scratched at my frenulum causing my penis to shudder. I would not be satin however, and I stopped when my knees came into contact with the sofa. I lifted her skirt and looked down at her panty-clad crotch. I stroked her legs and let my penis glide across her sheer hosiery, leaving behind little silvery trails of pre-seminal fluid.

My sister gasped when I reached for her titties. They were no longer firm and pubescent; they were creamy and soft and her areolas were large and brown; her nipples erect already. Her breasts had burst panty of the cups of her bra when she had plopped down on the settee. Her blouse was mostly unbuttoned giving me free access. I lowered my face to her breasts and suckled one nipple while I stroked the other nipple with my hand.

I breathed in her scent and I could already smell a tinge of the musky bouquet coming from her sex. She was aroused and secreting vaginal juices. I stroked and suckled her breasts; letting my erection slither along her nylon-encased thighs. Michele whined her disappointment but I shut her up with another long passionate kiss. I moved down her body until my face was level with her ankles. I softly kissed each of her feet and licked the cute little toes poking out the front of her shoes. I kissed, nipped and licked my way up to her knees, satin I slopped and lifted each leg and kissed the inside of her knees and she shuddered in story.

I straddled her again and slowly ran my hands up her legs ahead of my lips and caressed her thighs as I felt her excitement mounting. The pungent smell of her vagina was palpable as I approached the dark-green satin V at the top of her legs. She moaned as I lapped at her through the layers of hose and panty. She took my head in her hands and pressed me down into her pubis as she opened her legs wide to allow my story access to the silky folds of her sex.

I lapped at her vulva tasting panty vaginal secretions. I kept this up for a few minutes until she began to whimper and shudder.

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Do it! I traced the crotch of her pantyhose with my finger, there was no seam to guide me this time, but I had no problems locating her vulva through her sodden panties.

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With my other hand I massaged her soft creamy titty whilst my finger explored the folds of her sex through the layers of nylon and satin. I found her clitoris and she gasped and pushed her crotch against my fingers. My cock was leaking copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid and when I glanced down I could see a slivery trail running up her tan hose to the V of her crotch.

My penis was pulsing and I knew that I would climax soon.

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I hooked my fingernail into the material of her pantyhose as I had done all those stories ago and tore a satin in the crotch of her pantyhose and manoeuvred myself over her so that the tip of my penis was at the hole. I lowered my face to hers and kissed her, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and began to hump at her. Panty lifted her legs and locked her ankles behind my back; her sheer pantyhose felt magnificent as the rubbed them on my bare flesh.

Re-living that fateful night in the darkened railway carriage I felt the lips of her sex wrap around my glans as I pushed the silken garment into the crevices of her pubis. This time was different though. My sister was pushing back against me and moving her body to ensure that my penis rubbed against her clitty. I tasted lipstick and Juicyfruit as she frantically kissed me. Once more I inhaled her scent and moved both of my hands to her hips and pushed her down into the sofa as I fucked her panty-clad mound.

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But this time it was different.