My Brother and Sister in law - Page 8

tcrecruit · #**106** 16-05-2013, 03:45 PM

Clap clap clap clap..... Smooth writer... Great storyline.. Subtle yet potent... Definitely can b made into a movie or mini series...

ilikeoldchangke · #**107** 16-05-2013, 05:31 PM

Thank you thank you

Flying for work tomorrow,will update tomorrow morning's edition in a while.

ilikeoldchangke · #**108** 16-05-2013, 06:44 PM

I would never forget that afternoon in Sylvia’s place. I felt like a kid in a candy stall.

The pe shirt was flipped inside out, and I righted it before placing it nicely on the bed. I brought up the bra as well, taking a close look at it’s design. It felt surreal, holding the very bra that Sylvia wore out just hours before. The bra looked old, the light blue a little discoloured, it must have been in the deep recess of the wardrobe for a while already.

I pressed the bra cup to my nose, smelling the interior of the pad, feeling a little ashamed that a grown man like me is doing such an act, I can’t explain, yet amidst the shame and guilt, I felt this satisfying and warm feeling creeping up from my groin.

Am I the only sick person that finds this arousing ?

I slowly slid the bra along my nose, taking my time to reach the part where it would be the closest to the armpits near the side straps. Just like people who prefer certain cuts of their meat, I too have my preference as to which area I like to put my nose too for a bra.

There was no musty smell, perhaps a bit of the ‘old clothes left alone for too long’ kinda scent , but most of it is permeated with Sylvia’s bodily scent which I seemed to have gotten addicted to .

I lifted up the opening of the PE t-shirt, trying my best to place and position the bra near the chest area. Although it was not as full and round as it would have been when Sylvia was wearing it, the simple bulge created by the bra underneath quickened my breathing for some morbid reason.

I bit my lips as I reached for Sylvia’s worn undies. It was a little damp, wet in fact but I reckon it was probably water. The shorts too had a few patches which seemed a little damp, she must have dropped them on the floor in the bathroom when she showered or changed.

I loved the feel of her undies in my hand, and I did not waste time bringing it to my nose. I could detect faint smell of pee, perhaps a careless drop, or a powerful sneeze. There was what I assumed to be the smell of her love juice as well, a foreign sweet scent that I detected, although there was the possibility that my mind was just fucking with me.

I covered my face with her shorts and felt the cool fabric settling on my face, I tried to breathe through the shorts , the fabric sticking to my nostril with each inhale.

I adjusted the tshirt with the hidden bra higher onto the bed and place the shorts below. Using my left cheek, I pretended it was Sylvia who was lying on the bed and I gently rub and grinded my left cheek against what would have been her right breast.

My right hand wrapped her damp undies around my manhood and I started to pleasure myself.

It was hardly a min, perhaps 2 before I lost interest in what I was doing, I needed new challenges, I wanted fresh excitements.

Then the perverse thoughts of wearing Sylvia’s underwear ran through my head. It was not the first time I’m having these thoughts, yet I knew for sure I’m not a gay.

I don’t consider myself a sissy or an ah gua too , but I couldn’t explain why I felt like doing it. I never had the urge to do this to Gillian’s panties, I’ve had access to them for years.

I could not have been thinking straight as I stripped myself of my clothes. The air felt cooler than before as I stood naked in the masterbed room.

My dick stood erected, throbbing with blood and excitement as I put one leg into the opening of Sylvia’s damp underwear.

I started to drag it upwards, the moisture, the feel of the dampness, the caress of the cotton undies against my leg is indescribable. It was a feeling I never felt before.

I did not realise I had stopped breathing through my nose until Sylvia’s panty reached my groin, I was considering putting my other leg through the opening, wearing the underwear fully but I was afraid I would spoil it.

I stretched the underwear a little, using the area which would have covered Sylvia’s privates to cup over my manhood. It felt like I was in actual contact with the moist nether region of my sister in law.

I lifted up the pe shirt with the bra underneath and started to caress my face with it again.

1.15pm

I did not know if it was my stroking or it’s the added effect of Sylvia’s underwear, I felt the end approaching and I needed to release.

I was considering where and how I could give myself a grand finale and I couldn’t decide on a suitable one.

1.20pm

I dropped Sylvia’s clothes back onto the floor, making sure to arrange them back as best as I could and I left her room in search of more interesting and sick things to do.

Needless to say, I headed straight to the pile of unwashed lingerie. I lifted the whole basket and I went into her masterbed room again.

I did not want to empty it onto the bed so I chose a carpeted corner and sat down. I had no plans to buy 4D that week as I sat crosslegged facing Sylvia’s full length mirror. In one swift move, I emptied the basket of worn, unwashed lingerie onto my head.

I was assaulted with a myriad of textures, smooth, silky, damp, you name it. It was a wonderful smell, so arousing and sensual. I did not care about anything or what I was grabbing as I laid down on the carpeted floor, I brought a handful of lingerie to my face, pressing them down hard as I took in deep breaths and stared wanking myself off.

Fuck that had to be the sickest thing I ever done in my life.

I did not last long and the familiar sense of orgasm began creeping into my pelvis.

I stuffed one dark coloured lacy boyshorts into my mouth forcing myself to gag on her worn undies as I quickly wrapped one of Sylvia’s sports bra around my dick.

That sourish ache suddenly became too much to bear and I shot a warm load into the cup of her sports bra as I moaned and groaned out loud in Sylvia’s room, surrounded by her weeks of unwashed undergarments.

1.30pm

I sat up, feeling a little giddy and silly.

I felt much better after shooting my load, and instantly I reflected on what I just did.

Fucking sick was how I would describe it.

I tried to wipe the mess off the bra before I piled everything back into the basket and returned it to the yard.

1.45pm

After a drink of water, I decided to do a bit of exploration.

I opened the master wardrobe and slowly made my way through Joe and Sylvia’s personal belongings.

Joe still had quite a bit of clothes left hanging compared to Sylvia, she really seemed to have exhausted quite a bit of her inventory.

I found a drawer which should have been locked, but the key was left hanging. I slid open the drawer and saw red empty boxes, boxes which would have contained the gold pieces Sylvia wore on her wedding. I saw an empty rolex box, no doubt belonging to Joe but god knows where the watch landed up.

There were some loose foreign currency, the denominations were not big.

Wedding cert, passports and some insurance documents.

I opened another drawer and saw a stack of colourful letters.

I felt my heart sank as I read through the letters Joe wrote many moons ago to Sylvia. The whispers of a sweet future, the thoughts and promises of growing old together sounded a little distant now that things came this far.

There were pictures of them during their courtship, some printed stickers, polaroid taken at a restaurant, even Halloween pictures in a club.

Several of Joe’s letters were done origami style, unfolding them revealed the content within.

I replaced the letters and I continued my search.

2.00pm

I entered the masterbath to see another pile of clothes hanging behind the door. Apparantly Sylvia did not think to bring out these to the yard.

I looked through the products Sylvia uses, her facial foam, her cleanser, toner, even the brand of her toothpaste.

I brushed my teeth using the pink toothbrush on the countertop, praying Joe did not have a preference for Pink.

I saw a good tangle of hair near the floor trap, no doubt a good deal of it belonged to Sylvia but i had no idea what to do with it.

ilikeoldchangke · #**109** 16-05-2013, 06:45 PM

2.10pm

I entered the study, and I power up the pc. While waiting for the screen to load up, I flipped through documents, and folders, trying to see if there were any interesting information of note.

It was password protected

I dropped Sylvia an sms, asking if I could borrow her printer and scanner to do some work .

5 mins later she replied ok.

I waited a while longer before sending another message saying that it’s ok, I’ll wait for her to be back as there’s a password.

I got another text a few minutes later.

Sylvia sms : Try SylviaandJoe

I entered the text and viola, I’m in

I quickly took some documents and did a scan, wanting to clock my usage of the scanner around the same time I asked for the access. I printed a couple of useless documents from my web mail too.

2.20pm

I explored the hardisk, trying to find anything interesting of note.

I plugged in every usb in the drawer, checking out the content.
Nothing

I was just about to call it a day when I noticed an external drive that was connected via one of the ports was not powered on.

I traced for the cable to see it unplugged.

I powered up the drive and waited for it to load.

It was a backup of work documents, holiday photos and emails.

I opened every folder, making sure I did not miss anything and I was well rewarded.

There was one folder

It contained one word document.

It says ‘ dates ‘

I opened it and inside was a list of figures and dates.

It took me a moment to fully understand what it meant.

I checked the date on the computer.

1st October 2010

I checked back the list of the dates, with the latest entry being July 2010.

It seemed Joe and Sylvia were trying for a baby before everything came crashing down.

I sat back against the chair, knowing full well when my sister is law is having her menses.

I concluded 2 things from that notepad.

First , I knew she hasn’t had sex for at least 3 months if the notepad was accurate.

Second, i did a rough count and concluded 1st of October 2010 was not just children’s day.

It was also Sylvia’s ovulation day.