10 comments/ 156999 views/ 49 favorites Penny's Panties By: pdp68 I really can't say I know when it started exactly, and I suppose one could present a number of reasonable theories as to the 'whys', but I've always had a thing for panties. Perhaps it's best summed up in the old adage: It's the closest thing to pussy. My freshman year at college was exactly what it should have been exciting, liberating, experimental, and educational. I'd had a few semi-serious relationships, punctuated by the occasional, fortunate spontaneous encounter, and that, in summary, rounded out my sexual experience to that point in life. With brown hair and green eyes, I'd been working on transforming my popsicle-stick appendages into lean, muscular arms and legs by working out, and playing a lot of ice-hockey. At 5'11" and 185 pounds, I was anxious to get back to school in the fall to expand my, uh, knowledge. But my return home had also provided me with a fresh observation of life around the house. Most notably, I became acutely aware that my sister Penny no longer wore the cotton underwear that wasn't entirely dissimilar to mine. In fact, my sometimes-ally, sometimes-nemesis, had begun wearing a fascinating array of pretty undergarments, ranging from tiny bikinis to thongs to little more than dental floss, and I was mesmerized or at least my budding libido was. The mere sight of her pretty little panties would cause a thrilling, throbbing erection that would send my mind swirling and quite naturally, it didn't take long for me to connect my fond pastime of masturbation with my budding sister's magical undies. Over the course of my first few weeks at home, I'd developed a wonderful routine of stealing a fresh pair of Penny's panties, and I'd hide away in my room, gingerly pleasuring myself as I imagined how they cupped her dainty little quim. I'd inspect them, inhale their aroma, taste the wonderfully salty sweet combinations found in the crotch, and all the while caressing myself until my cock was literally dripping with pre-cum. On occasion I'd get pre-cum on the panties and lift them to my tongue to taste the clear fluid, and despite what the girls at school had been saying, I found that I liked the taste right away. Inevitably, I'd be naked, laying back on my bed with the panties wrapped around my aching cock, and I'd forcefully massaged my member until blast after blast of thick cum would spray over my stomach, chest, chin and face. Typically, I would use the panties to wipe the spunk from my body, usually licking them clean afterwards. Truth be told, I came to love the taste of jism. Usually, after a few sessions of self-exploration, I'd sneak the cum-crusted panties back into her clothes hamper, and explore her underwear drawer for my next prize, assuming nobody was any the wiser. Again, it never occurred to me that anyone would notice - I never claimed to be overly bright. In my defense, it didn't help matters that Penny was blossoming into quite the beautiful young woman. Standing 5'8" tall, and weighing no more than 120 pounds, she is exactly 15 months older than I am. Penny had matured from a gangly, tomboy to a long-legged, red-haired college sophomore right before my eyes, and her blossoming sexuality could not be ignored. When she'd wear the sexiest half-shirts that would reveal her toned, flat tummy and threaten to reveal her wonderfully perky 34b tits (I know because I read the tag on her bra), she would invoke an instant, involuntary reaction with my cock. I couldn't resist attempts to catch a glimpse her in various states of undress, whether it was by spying through the keyhole in the bathroom as she'd exit the shower, or by 'accidentally' barging into her room when I thought she might be changing clothes. Then, on a faithful Tuesday morning, everything changed. It was a glorious, sunny, summer day. Mom was at work, and I was lounging around in the late morning watching The Price is Right, when Penny returned home from playing tennis. She was sweaty, and damn sexy looking with her auburn hair pulled back into a beautiful pony tail, her damp t-shirt clinging to her breasts, and her little shorts hugging the wonderful curves of her tight ass at the top of her smooth, tan long legs. Confident and athletic, she was truly eye-candy by any standard of the phrase. "Hey, what's up?" she said as she paused for a second to see what I was watching. "This dude's about to win both prize packages in the Showcase Showdown." I replied. "Didn't you have to work today?" "Nope. Today's my day off. I'm going to work out with Dave in about an hour." "Cool. I'm going to take a shower and get cleaned up to go shopping with Deb." "Alright, knock yourself out. Hey, if you're going to be late, don't forget to leave a note for mom!" I yelled to her as she headed for her room. As I watched Barker's Beauties escort the lucky contestant through his prize package winnings, I imagined my sister stripping off her sweaty clothes imagining her peeling her panties from her downy soft muff and as always my 6 inches began to come to life. Like so many other times, I listened for her to head to the bathroom, shut the door, and turn on the shower. I crept quietly to her room and found her panties beneath her t-shirt in her clothes hamper. Jackpot. My treasure was a silky nylon thong that was white, with little red and pink hearts decorating the soft fabric that was still slightly damp from her sweat. As I raised them to my nose to inhale her womanly scent, my cock throbbed with my heartbeat in excitement. With one hand I held her panties to my nose and caressed my face with the soft, silky material, while with my other I was squeezing my dick through my shorts, tugging on it slightly. I could have cum right then and there. But instead, I wanted more. I crept down the narrow hallway to the closed door of the bathroom with Penny's panties in one hand, and my rock-hard cock in the other. As I approached the door, I decided to take off my shorts so I could have easy access to my prick as I knelt to peek through the keyhole while stroking myself with my prize. Naked from the waist down, I quietly got into proper peeping position, and excitedly wrapped her panties around my cock, gently caressing myself, being careful to not cum too quickly. I leaned toward the keyhole, and strained for even the slightest glimpse of Penny's beautiful tan, smooth skin, and I concentrated on quieting my breathing to ensure I made no sound. Then suddenly, the doorknob turned and the door was jerked open! There stood my sister, wrapped in a towel, looking more than pissed. "What the fuck are you doing?!?" she yelled. I was wide-eyed and stunned, and doing my best to conceal myself as I stammered while my mind raced to find a plausible excuse. "I knew it, you fuckin' perv! I knew you've been jackin' off in my panties! Wait until I tell mom that I caught you red handed!" she continued. This was a situation that I simply hadn't considered. Penny would most certainly tell mom, and I'd be branded for life. My mind was scrambling and my dick was rapidly deflating from fear and shame as my brain struggled to digest what was happening. This was supposed to be another great jerk-off, instead it had all gone horribly wrong. "Gimme back my god-damn panties, you sick-o! Get the fuck away from me!" "Wait, Penny, please I'm sorry" I cried, my eyes welling up with tears of embarrassment. "You're GONNA be sorry, you fuckin' weirdo!" she yelled as she snatched her panties from my hand. "I hope mom disowns you!" And with that, she nearly jumped back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in my face. "No, please, please don't tell! I'm begging you!" I pleaded as I cowered in an attempt to cover myself. "Fuck you, you faggot panty-boy!" she screamed from behind the door, and I actually feared I was going to vomit from sheer panic. I was nearly in tears by now as I said to the door keyhole "please, please! I'll do anything! Please don't tell!" "Shut up, and get the hell away from me" she demanded as I pled for mercy to no avail. Resigned to a life of complete, utter shame, I gathered my shorts and quietly retreated down the hallway, to the relative safety of my room. Once inside, I began to ponder my fate. What would I say to mom? Would she kick me out of the house? Would my sister ever talk to me again? What about college, how was I going to get enough money to return to finish my schooling? What would my friends say if they found out? What price of humiliation would I have to pay for my inability to control my sexual perversion? As I sat on the edge of my bed in silence, solemnly considering my options, the door to my room was suddenly flung open, and in the doorway stood my sister. She was still wrapped in her towel, but her face was red with anger, and her green eyes nearly glowed as they tend to do when she's really, really pissed. In her left hand she clutched her panties, and I was instantly ashamed of myself for noticing. Instinctively I covered myself with my hands, as, up to that point, I hadn't bothered to address the fact that I was still naked from the waist down. "Wait just a second, we're not fuckin' done yet you asshole! You're not gonna just walk away from me and think this is over." She marched toward me, and for a moment I was afraid she was going to try to hit me or kick me in pure frustration. "Just what the fuck did you think you were doing?!?" she demanded as she stood squarely in front of me, staring deep into my eyes as though searching for some unnamed answer. "Nothing, I I just..." "Answer me perv, what the fuck were you doing?!" "Nothing, I swear!" "You fuckin' perv! You had better goddamn well answer me!" "I was just trying to catch a peek of you naked" "I'm your sister, you fucking perv." "I know, but you're also really fucking hot." "That doesn't give you the right to jack-off in my panties while you're spying on me! Do your bitchy little girlfriends know what a little perv you are? How about I tell them?!? That'd fix your fucking wagon." "No, please don't, I'll do anything! Please! I'm so sorry!" "Anything, little panty-boy?" "Yes, anything, I swear! Just please don't tell on me." "Take your hands away from your little dick" she demanded. "Let me see it," gesturing toward my crotch. "Huh?" I hesitated. "You fucking heard me, now do it, goddamn it." With that I reluctantly removed my hands from my now timid, flaccid member and lowered them to my sides. Penny looked directly to my lap and almost seemed to do a double-take. "Is that it?" she laughed. I was compelled to look down myself, and in my frightened state, everything had gone 'turtle'. Limp, shrunken and retracted, it looked like I'd been standing naked in a snowstorm, and the fact that I like to keep it completely shaved didn't help matters. "Ha ha! Nice unit, thumb-dick! How did you manage to get any dates in high school?!?" Instinctively, I moved to cover myself in shame. As she slapped away my hands Penny shouted, "Oh no you don't! Don't you DARE even consider covering yourself! Now you're going to be the one to find out what it feels like to be watched." At this point, I simply wanted to crawl under the nearest rock and die. I was wishing that maybe I'd have the good fortune to have lightning strike me and put me out of my misery. Of course, I wouldn't be so lucky. "So tell me, panty-boy, what exactly is your fascination with my panties?" she asked as she held her panties toward me. "I, I dunno I think they're sexy I guess." I managed to stammer. "Sexy? What's sexy about dirty underwear? These aren't even a good pair." She said as she held her panties from the sides for her own inspection. At his point I was glad she wasn't screaming at me anymore. "I guess it's 'cause they feel silky and soft. And they're so, uh, 'forbidden.'" I tried to explain. "But why the dirty ones?" "I dunno." I replied sheepishly. "I suppose it's 'cause I like how they smell." "EWWWWW gross! You sniff them? Why?!" "Well, um, it's because they smell like you like your pussy." I explained. "Are you totally out of your mind? I'm your sister you weirdo!" "I'm sorry, but the scent of your pussy and the feel of your panties... just the thought of that delicate material pressed against you... it just turns me on. I can't help it." With that I noticed her eyes glance at my cock, which apparently had begun reacting to my consideration of why I was so compelled to masturbate with her unmentionables. My fear was still present, but somehow it was overcome by my own perversion. My balls had relaxed, and now hung easily in my scrotum, and my cock had begun to extend and swell. Though still hairless, at least I no longer looked like I had the penis of a five-year-old. As her gaze shifted upward, her eyes caught mine, and I noticed that the steely, fierce intensity of rage had gone. Her eyes now seemed somewhat softer, smokier perhaps, but clearly the rage was not long gone. "Is thinking about my panties doing that to you?" she asked again gesturing toward my cock. "Yes, I guess so." I said as I absentmindedly began to reach for my dick. "Don't you EVEN think about touching yourself!" she commanded. Quickly I retracted my hand and returned it to my side. "So what have you gotten to see, when you spy on me?" "I've seen your titties a couple of times, and your pubes one time." I lied in response, heavily understating the truth. "Did you make yourself, you know, cum?" "Uh, yeah, I did." I said as the images of her perfect body flashed before my mind's eye. "You naughty little pervert! Look how hard you're getting. Though, it seems I was too hasty with my 'thumb-dick' comment." I looked down to see that my cock had lengthened and begun to swell, my balls now resting fully on the comforter that covered my bed. I could feel it growing thicker and fuller by the moment. Granted, I don't have a nine inch dick, like some guys claim, but it's every bit of six inches long, and I've measured it at six and a quarter inches around. From what I've been told, it's very thick. One girl I dated likened it to a beer can, though I know it's not quite that thick. We compared it. Penny got a wicked little grin and said "I take it back, very impressive, uh, equipment there little brother. I have to confess, it's been nice being home with you this summer. You've really grown up a lot since you've been away at school. Deb even commented the other day about what a little hottie you've turned into." She paused and stared for a moment, and then surprised me when she stood back, looked me dead in the eye and said, "Is this what you've been trying so hard to get a little glimpse of?" And with that, she reached her left hand down to the lower edge of her towel, and slowly raised it to just below her navel. There before me, it all of her glory, stood my gorgeous sister, with her lovely pussy on display. This is what I'd strained for so long to see the object of my lust and oh so many masturbatory fantasies. And to think of the strange turn of events which had lead me to this moment. God was it ever worth the effort! Her cleft was neatly shaven, with just the wispiest of treasure trail extending just above her slit. I was flabbergasted, and I wouldn't have been surprised if my eyes bugged out of my head and/or I'd died on the spot. I was speechless and all I could do was stare in admiration. My heart was fluttering, my mouth went dry, and I dared not move for fear of ruining this moment. She started to lower the towel and I begged, "No, please don't." "Don't worry, little brother, we aren't done here yet." Then she commanded, "Get on the floor, on your knees." The snarl in her eye had now been completely replaced by lust. In a flash, I was kneeling before her, with my cock now completely rigid and jutting straight from my body. Penny moved gracefully to where I'd been sitting on the edge of my bed, and gently made herself comfortable. "Get over here" was her command, and I eagerly crawled directly in front of her. With that, she parted her knees slightly, and said, "Lick me, you little panty perv. Make me cum and I better not catch you touching yourself, or you're toast!" I couldn't believe it, but I made sure not to hesitate for fear she'd change her mind. Immediately I placed my hands on the soft flesh of her outer thigh, and leaned in toward the beautiful place which was the source of so many of my wet dreams. Her pussy lips were a dark pink and they appeared swollen, and light pink inner lips were just emerging from her slit. I kissed my way quickly up her inner thigh as she continued to splay her legs wider, her towel falling away from her hips. Eagerly I extended my tongue and gently grazed her slit, and her juices were immediately evident. Her split continued to widen, revealing her inner lips, red, and glistening with juices. She smelled sweet with her sexy musk, and her taste was an intoxicating combination of sweet and sour. I pulled back just for a moment to admirer her blooming flower, with her little bud nearly glowing bright red at the top of her folds. "Eat me, little panty-fucker. Suck my pussy" she hissed. I don't entirely know what had come over her, why she was so turned on. Perhaps it was her complete power over me in this situation. Possibly she'd had her own fantasies toward me. Maybe she liked the notion of herself as the ultimate object of sexual desire. Or it could have been a combination of all three. In any case, I didn't care. I was going to pleasure my sister in the most intimate of ways, and I was eager to live out this moment, just one of my many fantasies. I scooted just a little closer, and rested her feet on my shoulders as I leaned in. With a broad, firm tongue stroke I lapped from her little puckered anus, and between her swollen pussy lips, grazing her engorged clit with my nose, and finally pressed on her clit with my flattened tongue. With complete lust in my eyes I looked up from between her thighs to see that she had completely removed her towel, her eyes looked directly into mine while she kneaded her left breast, and tweaked her nipple with her left hand, and caressed the smooth skin of her tummy just above the tan-line of her bikini. Penny coaxed, "that's it, little brother, lick your sister's sweet pussy. Make your sister cum on your face." My attentions returned to the opening of her pussy, and as I mashed my mouth and nose into her folds, I extended my tongue deep into her cunt. Like a creature trying to coax honey from a jar with nothing but its tongue, I reached as far into her opening as I could, and I lapped at the nectar that it brought forth. It wasn't long until I was forcibly tongue-fucking her sweet hole. Her juices literally coated my mouth and chin, and I could see her perfect tits heaving as she continued her aggressive assault on her nipple, so I snaked my right hand to her eager cunt, letting my index finger slip into her greasy hole. I focused my attention on licking and sucking her little clitty as my finger eased into her opening, and as I turned my palm up, I quickly found the knot of flesh that I knew to be her g-spot. Her thighs clenched and blocked any air from reaching my lungs, but I continued to apply suction to her clit, and pressure to her pussy. She yelled in a guttural tone "Ohhhhh yeahhhhh you little bitch!!!!! Fuuuuuccccccckkkkkk yesssssssss!!!!" Just as suddenly she went completely limp, I gasped for air, and a warm smile came over her face. As I rose from between her legs, my knees and hand were sore, and my cock ached and was straining for release, but I continued to resist the urge to touch myself. Penny surprised me by leaning forward and kissing me flush on the lips. French kissing me, tasting herself on my lips and tongue. Penny's Panties Ch. 01 The divorce between me and my wife was perceived by everyone else as being "Friendly". The truth is, over the years, we became distant and disinterested with each other. Sexually, we turned a blind eye to each other's needs, and eventually, to each other's actions. Ironically, it was my admitted panty fetish that highlighted the fact that the end was near for us. I found fresh semen in her panties one evening; something I still don't understand since she knew it was a common practice for me to take her panties from the hamper and enjoy them. I was even more surprised when she didn't deny she'd been with another man. She didn't even make an effort to rinse out her panties or hide them from me. Instead, they were laid out perfectly flat in the hamper, just as if she'd proudly arranged them with the express purpose of me discovering her infidelity. So, after three years of this, and once our daughter, Penny, graduated from high school and went off to college, we found ourselves alone in the house and barely able to speak to one another. I came home from work one day to find my wife waiting for me in the kitchen with a glass of wine in one hand and divorce papers in the other hand. We talked for a few minutes and then she left, walking out the door and pulling her suitcase behind her. The next week, we met at Starbuck's for an hour to make some agreements. For example, I agreed I'd never tell our daughter about her indiscretions, and in return, she agreed she'd keep my panty fetish to herself. We promised each other we wouldn't bad talk the other in front of Penny, and, we agreed to let the past go and move on. Six months later, we had sold the house, split up everything and it was over. I can't say I was upset. It seemed an inevitable and predictable conclusion to a once happy marriage. However, Penny, our nineteen year old daughter and sunshine of my life, was devastated. I spent hours trying to convince Penny her mother and I had simply grown apart and our marriage was no longer a healthy thing for either of us. And, after speaking to her mother, hearing the same story and realizing our break up wasn't an angry or bitter affair, Penny finally accepted the fact that her parents had split up. The bright side to all of this is that Penny and I ended up spending a lot of time together – just like we used to when she was growing up. And, when I was offered a promotion and a transfer to our Los Angeles office, Penny jumped at the chance to move out there with me. In a matter of a few days, she located a college that would accept her as a transfer student with no interruption to her studies. Believe it or not, her mother was all for it, and in the matter of a few weeks, Penny and I found ourselves moving into a renovated condo close to where I would be working, and equally close to her school. Just after the movers left that first day, I walked into Penny's room to suggest we start organizing the kitchen before we started unpacking the boxes in our bedrooms. As I turned and stood in the doorway of her room, I was stunned to see my daughter standing with her back to me in just her panties, pulling a white t-shirt over her head and then pulling it down to her waist. She turned just as she pulled the shirt down to see me standing there, gawking at her, and she explained. "It's too hot, Daddy." Penny said with a frustrated look on her face. "The movers are gone now..... I just had to change into something cooler." I couldn't stop my eyes from looking at my precious daughter's petite body. I don't know if it was pride, curiosity or lust – but, I stood there for several seconds just looking at her. The t-shirt was thin and tight, and I could see the slight well of her small breasts underneath it. Her little nipples poked out notably, and even though I knew this was my own daughter I was looking at, I was frozen in place unable to move. "Its okay, isn't it?" Penny asked. "I mean.... we're going to be living together now and, after all, you are my father." "Sure, Sweetheart." I said, finally looking up at her face. Then cracking a joke, I added, "As far as I'm concerned you can go buck naked as long as it's just the two of us here." Penny smiled up at me as she pulled her hair back into a pony tail and tied it in place. As she did this, the t-shirt she wore crept up and I got a full, straight-on look at her white, bikini panties pulled tightly over her mound. Although they obviously weren't intended to be sexy panties, they fit her low on her hips and I knew that right under that seemingly benign material was my baby girl's most private place; her vagina. I could see a good amount of bare skin between her waistband and the hem of her shirt. Her belly looked tight and trim, and for just a second, I wondered if she was bare down there..... if she shaved herself, or, did she have a fluffy tuff of blonde pubic hair between her legs. Putting her hands on her waist, Penny asked me where we should begin unloading boxes. Shaking myself back to reality and trying to act as nonchalant as I could, I suggested we start in the kitchen, and a few minutes later we were opening boxes and deciding where to put all the kitchen stuff. I honestly tried not to stare at my daughter as we worked, but, it was impossible to keep my eyes off her. Her petite breasts reminded me so much of her mother's - right down to her pebble size nipples. The t-shirt she wore was one of those thin, light weight shirts all the young girls wear these days – normally two at a time along with a bra and maybe a camisole. I'm confident they aren't intended to be worn by themselves, and because they are so thin and light, I could literally see the little bumps around Penny's areolas. But, what really got to me was the way her panties fit her. Unbelievably, Penny didn't seem to be the least bit concerned that she was in her panties. She acted like she was fully dressed; she was bending, stretching and unloading boxes as if she had no cares in the world. She had to know I was looking at her, didn't she? I'm embarrassed to say my poor cock responded in the only way it could, and, even though this was my own daughter I was voyeuring, my cock didn't care one iota. We took a break after we got several boxes unpacked, and as I reached into the refrigerator to get us both a cold drink, Penny sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, leaned back and pulled one foot up to the edge of the chair. The way she was sitting was very unlady like, and as I walked over to hand her the cold soda, my eyes drifted down between her legs, zeroing in on the cotton gusset pulled tightly across her genitals. Penny saw me looking and closed her legs a little, but, when I sat down across from her and looked up at her face, she must have known I was having a hard time ignoring the fact that my daughter was half undressed. "Do you want me to go put my shorts on?" Penny said, looking down at her soda can and fidgeting with the pull tab. "Sweetheart," I replied, "it's been a long time since I've seen a woman dressed like that, and you're about as cute as a girl can be. It's just going to take some time getting used to seeing you like that, that's all. And, I'm sorry if I was staring. I am a man, you know." "You used to give me a bath and help me get dressed." My daughter replied, looking up at me and smiling. "You've seen me naked probably a zillion times." "I know," I said, "but, that was a long time ago. You're grown up now. You're a young woman – and a very beautiful young woman, I might add. I'm a man that hasn't enjoyed the company of a woman in a long, long time. You understand what I'm getting at?" After a few seconds, I think she realized what I was trying to tell her. Her eyebrows popped up, her face turned red and she looked at me. "Oh, I get it now." She said. "Can you forgive me?" I asked her. "Daddy, there's nothing to forgive." Penny said, whipping her pony tail behind her head and standing up out of her chair. "But, I can't see myself sweltering in this heat everyday." "How about this," I replied, "as long as you don't hold it against me, and, as long as you can forgive me if I look from time to time, I think we'll be fine." "Okay," Penny answered, "that's fine with me." Then as I stood up, Penny moved toward me, wrapped her arms around my waist and gave me a hug. I hesitated in putting my arms around her because I knew she was so scantily dressed and I was afraid I would accidently touch something I shouldn't. She sensed my obvious reluctance and pulled back away from me. "Daddy," she began, in a scolding tone, "neither one of us can change the fact that I'm your daughter and that I'm a girl. And just like every other girl across the face of the Earth, I have breasts and a vagina." "And, just so you know," she continued, "I hate wearing bras. I'm so small up there, I don't really need one. So, you're probably going to see me braless when I'm at home." "You're probably going to see me in my panties, too." Penny added. "I'm a girl, Daddy, you have to accept that. If you intend to stop hugging me just because I'm not wearing a bra, or because I might be in my panties, don't you think that's a little extreme?" Then, without saying another word, she put her arms around me again and pulled herself into me, pressing her chest into mine. I put my arms carefully around her shoulders and we shared a nice, warm hug. Of course, I could feel her tiny breasts flatten out against my chest, but I tried to ignore it and hug her the same way I used to do when she was younger. After a minute or so, she pulled away and looked up at me. "See?" Penny said. "That wasn't so hard. Was it?" I had to laugh, and as I shook my head to tell her 'No', I thanked my lucky stars that she didn't feel my hardened cock inside my pants as she pressed herself into me. We went back to unpacking the boxes in the kitchen, and I swear she did everything possible to bend over in front of me, spread her legs and expose herself in as many ways as possible. It was total anguish, and in as much as I tried not to be completely obvious that I was looking, I caught her smiling from time to time when she caught me snatching glances between her legs or at her tiny nipples. A little later, after we were finished in the kitchen, I was in my bedroom making the bed and unpacking boxes when Penny called out to me from her room, asking me if I could help her for a few minutes. Stepping through the maze of boxes on my floor, I made my way across the hallway and walked into Penny's room to find her bent over at the waist trying to lift a heavy box up to her bed. But, that's not what really caught my eye. Penny's panties had partially worked their way up between her butt cheeks, and when I stepped into her room, I had a clear view of my daughter's crotch from behind. Her panties were pulled tightly against her mound, and the view I had from the door way made me stop in my tracks. It looked like she was bending over, intentionally thrusting her bottom up, and offering herself to be mounted from behind. And, for just an instant, I saw myself moving behind her, slipping my hand between her thighs and cupping her sex in the palm of my hand. I wasn't gawking at her very long when she turned her head back to see me standing there. Immediately, she urged me to come help her with the box, and I did as she asked. After I moved the box to her bed for her, Penny reached behind and pulled her panties out of her butt crack, but, she didn't seem the least bit disturbed that I'd seen her like that. She just thanked me and asked me if I'd help her set up her computer, printer and monitor. So, for the next hour, we dug out her computer stuff and I set it all up for her. Through it all, it was apparent that her panties weren't going to stay in place, and they continued to creep up her butt from time to time. Unfortunately for me, with all the twisting, bending and stretching she was doing, her panties also got pulled to the side as she worked. It wasn't long before I was able to get short glances between her legs, looking at smooth, bare skin that I knew should have been covered by pubic hair. Still, not once did she appear to be embarrassed or troubled that I kept looking between her legs. It took all my will power not to openly stare at her, especially when I was lying down under her desk, hooking up the cables to the back of her system unit. She had crouched down to watch me hook the cables up, not more than two feet away, with her legs completely wide open. Without any effort at all, I was able to see the material of her silky panties pulled tight against her labia, clearly revealing the outline of her slit and the bud of her clitoris. Now, I know quite well it was wrong of me to keep looking at my daughter like that, but, I couldn't help it. Daughter or not, she's a cute young woman with a nice body. When she appeared to be so comfortable with me seeing her in just her panties, I finally gave in and took the liberty of looking at her when I could get away with it. After we got her computer set up and working, I matter-of-factly asked her if she needed any more help and the next thing I knew, I was helping her arrange the clothes in her closet and moving the furniture around the room until she decided she liked it. The whole time, she was bending, stretching, reaching and pulling right in front of me without a care in the world that she was showing off her pixie body within arms reach of me. There's only so much a man can take, and daughter or not, I had to keep adjusting myself so my hard-on wasn't poking out lewdly in the front of my jeans. I admit I was looking, and who could blame me? Each time she reached or bent over, I saw the way her panties stretched across her butt, or clung tightly to the mound between her legs. More than once I was able to clearly make out the lips of her vagina through the straining material of her panties, and as I said, daughter or not, it was hard not to look. Finally, three hours after I'd walked in there, we had her room in a livable condition. Her computer was set up, the bed was made, there were clothes hung up in her closet and most of her boxes were unpacked. As we stood back and looked at her room, she moved up next to me and put her arms around my waist. Reaching up and pulling me down to her, she kissed my cheek and thanked me. Instinctively, I put my arms around her, and in doing so, I accidently brushed her panty covered bottom with my hand. "Shit!" I said, jerking my hand back. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean...." "Oh, Daddy!" Penny said in an exasperated tone as she chuckled up at me. "We already talked about this. Get over it, would ya?" Returning to my own room, I shook my head in disbelief over what I'd just been through. I half expected her to put her shorts back on now that we got her room fixed up, and it was starting to cool down. Or, at least shut her door, but she didn't. Before long, she had her music playing and was arranging her drawers and walking back and forth between her bedroom and her bathroom carrying armfuls of girl stuff that I knew would overtake the hall bathroom. But, even as she did this, she continued to walk around in just her panties and the thin t-shirt. It got to be close to 10PM before we started getting tired, and when Penny called out to me and suggested we call out for a pizza, I was in complete agreement. She appeared in my doorway with her cell phone up to her ear asking what kind of pizza I wanted still dressed in only her t-shirt and panties. After she placed the order, I casually asked her if she was going to put her shorts back on when the pizza was delivered. "Jeez!" Penny exclaimed. "Did you think I was going to let some strange pizza delivery guy see me in my underwear?" "Well," I replied, "I was just making sure, Sweetheart." Then, looking over at her and smiling, I kidded her, saying, "You look awful cute like that, you know." Penny stopped for a second with a serious look on her face. Then a moment later she asked, "You sure you're not mad at me for wanting to be more comfortable and cooler?" "No sweetheart," I answered, "I'm not mad. It's just that you're a cute girl with a nice figure, and, while it's probably okay for me to see you like that, I'd rather not have the pizza delivery guy gawking at my beautiful daughter in her panties." "Don't worry." Penny replied as she snickered at me. "I'll just let you get the door and he won't even know I'm here." She turned and left after she said it, but, as I watched her panty covered butt disappear across the hallway, I wondered if my choice of words – referring to her as 'my beautiful daughter in her panties' was a mistake. I couldn't take it back now, but I sure wished I would have said something besides that. I hoped she didn't pay any attention to it. Forty five minutes later, the door bell rang. I pulled some cash from my wallet and went to answer the door. As soon as she heard me close the front door, she ran down the hall from her room and almost tackled me to get to the pizza. "Come on." She said, dragging me by the arm back to my bedroom. "I'll help you in your room while we eat!" Penny jumped up on the bed and sat facing me in a cross-legged style as she reached out for the pizza box. Without thinking, my eyes went right to her crotch and I stared at the way she was openly displayed herself to me. Again, I was flabbergasted at the indifference she displayed, and just as before, she didn't even seem to care that I was looking directly into her crotch. Having nowhere to sit, I casually got up on the bed with her, stretching out on my side so I could relax and have some pizza, myself. Carefully balancing a piece of pizza in my hand and guiding it to my mouth, I took my first bite and looked up at her. She was smiling. "Good, huh?" Penny asked, nodding her head up and down and with a growing grin on her face. I had to agree. I didn't really care if it was good because I was so hungry, or, because it happened to be good pizza. We hadn't eaten since early that morning and to be truthful, I'd have eaten just about anything. But, I could see Penny thought it was good, so I smiled up at her and nodded my head, too. As I took another bite of my pizza, my eyes drifted down between my daughter's legs. Before I knew it, I was taking another bite and now I was openly staring at her, mesmerized by what I was looking at. Maybe I was just tired and not conscious of my actions, but I guess after I'd stared at the gusset of her panties for a couple of minutes, Penny decided she needed to do something. So, uncrossing her legs and spreading her feet far apart, she leaned back on her elbows and opened her legs directly to my view. Finally realizing that I'd been openly staring, I quickly looked up into her eyes and started to apologize. Penny shook her head back and forth. "Stop, Daddy." She said, calmly. "I'm not mad." "I'm not exactly sure why my underwear seems to be such a big deal for you," she added, "but, go ahead and look. It's not going to bother me, Daddy, so you can stop apologizing. We might as well get this over with." "Go ahead." Penny repeated in a confident tone. "I'm just going to lay back and have another piece of pizza and you can look all you want." I looked up at my daughter and I think she saw the questions flying around inside my head. "Really. I'm not kidding." She said. "Look all you want." With that, Penny gave me a tiny smile, pulled her knees up a little bit and settled back on her elbows. "Is that better?" She asked. When I didn't answer, she called my name and asked me again. "Daddy." She said, finally getting my attention, "Can you see better with my knees pulled back?" Unsure of what to say or do, I glanced up at her and when our eyes met, she raised her eyebrows. "Just 'Yes' or 'No' is fine." Penny said, looking back at me. "Want me to pull my knees back more?" Penny's Panties Ch. 01 At that point, something snapped and I realized this was getting out of hand. I immediately got up off the bed and tried to find the words to say to my daughter. The look on Penny's face seemed confused as I stammered out another apology. As I babbled, she slowly lowered her legs, sat up on the bed and tucked her feet up under her. She seemed like she wasn't even paying attention to the words that were coming out of my mouth and when I stopped talking, she took a moment to gather her thoughts and then she finally spoke. "Can you be honest with me for a second?" She asked. My head was throbbing and I was beginning to panic that we were headed for a collision destined to drive a wedge between us. And, wanting desperately to keep that from happening, I answered her. "Yeah. Okay." I replied. "Sure." As soon as I'd answered, she sat up tall and asked, "Daddy, are you, uh.... getting turned on? You know, like..... being sexually excited seeing me in panties and this t-shirt?" I started to shake my head back and forth as my answer, but as soon as I did, she reminded me of my promise to be honest with her. All time seemed to stop as I thought about what my answer to her would mean if I told the truth. But, not wanting to lie to my daughter, especially since she already seemed to know the answer to her question, I finally nodded my head up and down and simply said, "Yes." "Well, do you have some kind of attraction to panties?" Penny asked. "Or, are you just on edge because you haven't had sex since the divorce with Mom? Or, is it me? Or what?" What was I supposed to do now? Did she really expect me to answer those personal questions, and if I did, what price was I going to pay and how long was I going to pay it? "You don't understand." I said, almost whispering. "It's complicated." "Then, help me understand." She replied. "Just tell me the truth. That's pretty simple isn't it?" In the few seconds I thought about what I was going to do, I had to weigh several factors against the one biggest factor of all, and that was – the risk of losing my daughter..... perhaps for ever. "Alright." I said, calmly. "I'm not afraid of the truth...... it is what it is." I sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down blankly at the carpet under my feet and told Penny the truth. I confessed my panty fetish and told her I simply couldn't separate out the fact that she was my daughter. Seeing her in her panties - seeing her bend over and being so naïve about what she was doing was turning me on to such a point that I was having to work pretty hard to hide my erections from seeing her like that. "And yes," I added, "it's been a while since I spent any time around a woman, especially someone as beautiful as you. And now we're living together." "Your mother's tiny breasts were one of the things I loved most about her." I continued. "From what I can tell, yours are probably exactly the same. I can't help wanting to look, Penny." I sat there for a moment and then finally turned my head to look at her and said, "When I see you dressed like that, it pushes all my buttons simultaneously. I'm thinking things no father should ever think about his own daughter." The look on Penny's face was the look of complete surprise. Our eyes locked together and before I knew it, the feeling of total remorse flooded over me and I knew there was only one thing I could do. Standing up, I took the few steps over to where I'd laid my keys and my wallet. Then, picking up my wallet, I pulled out one of my charge cards and turned to face her. "I know you've already enrolled in school and I don't expect you to stay here now that you know the truth." I said. Tossing her the credit card, I told her she could use it to get her own apartment and that I'd pay all the expenses. Then, unable to look her in the eyes, I walked into the master bathroom, swung the door over and looked at myself in the mirror. Before long, tears came to my eyes and as I contemplated what I'd done, I began to sob silently. I hadn't been in there longer than thirty seconds when the door pushed open and my daughter came in. "No!" Penny said, forcefully. She threw my credit card in the sink next to me and looked into the mirror as my eyes turned up to look at her. "You don't get to do this." Penny said. "You don't get to make this decision on your own." I was startled when she grabbed my elbow and suddenly pulled me around to face her. And I was even more startled when she reached up with her thumbs and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Her eyes were switching back and forth between mine and I was so confused, I honestly didn't have any idea where this was all heading. "I wanted to move out here with you because I love you. Don't you know that?" She began. "I wasn't intentionally trying to tease you, Daddy. Really, I wasn't. But, if you want to look at me in my panties..... if that turns you on, then you can..... anytime you want." She moved her hands down to my shoulders and grasped me tightly. "I'd walk around in sexy see through panties, thongs or even crotch-less panties if that's what you wanted." She added. Then looking straight into my eyes, she said, "You can dress me any way you want, or, I'd even be naked. You can see my breasts every day, Daddy. Don't you get what I'm saying? I'd do anything to make you happy." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But, the sincere look on her face and the tone of her voice made me pay attention. "So, did Mom know about this panty thing?" Penny asked. I nodded my head and told her she did. "And, she was okay with it?" Penny asked. I nodded my head again. "Yeah, for a long time she was." I answered. "Towards the end though, it got to be a problem." "Well, I'll be your panty girl, Daddy." Penny said, looking up at me. Then reaching down to my hands and holding them tightly, she said, "I could even be your topless panty girl. Just tell me what makes you happy and I'll do it." I asked her why she would do these things. A blush came over Penny's face, but, after a second, she answered me. "Because I love you." She said. "That's why I moved out here with you.... so we could be together." Unprompted, she began to tell me things I could have never imagined. Like when she was a little girl and how she used to dream that on her wedding day, I would be her groom. And how she'd always wanted me as her first lover – the first man to touch her intimately and the first man to have her fully..... to have her sexually. "I know daughters aren't supposed to feel that way about their Daddies," Penny said, "and I've been dealing with that pent up desire and the guilt inside me for years." "But, you can't kick me out, Daddy. Not now." She said. "We can make this work..... really we can." Then, as I watched her, my daughter moved back a step, reached down to the hem of her thin t-shirt and whisked it over her head. "Look at me, Daddy." She said. "It can be like this all the time now." My eyes were captivated by her little breasts. They were probably even smaller than an A-cup.... and even more alluring and beautiful than her mother's. And, as I looked, she reached out for my hands again and brought them to her breasts and smashed the palms of my hands against them. "You can teach me how to please you and I promise I'll make you happy." Penny said softly. She let go of my hands, but I kept them there, gently cupping her breasts. My thumbs found their way to her nipples and when I pressed against them, her eyes closed, her head fell back and she moaned. "Yes." Penny moaned softly. Her mouth opened and she began to pant in soft, shallow breaths. "I've waited...... so long...... for this." I'm not sure when her right hand had fallen between us and imbedded itself between her legs. But, when she moaned again and melted into me, I felt her hand there – moving up and down, pressing against the fabric of the panties she'd worn in front of me. "Do you want to watch me touch myself through my panties?" She asked, in between moans. Then, looking up at me, she spoke in a voice I barely recognized. "I've dreamed about this for so long." She whispered. "Can you just hold me and touch me for a few minutes until I'm done?" I couldn't answer. I had to clear my throat for the sounds to come out, and when they did, all I could say was, "Gawd, yes." I began to tenderly tweak her nipples between my thumb and first finger. As soon as I started doing that, Penny's moaning got louder and she let out a long, throaty groan. I looked into the mirror to try to see what she was doing between her legs, but, they way we were standing, I couldn't see. Positioning my feet so I could turn us, I whispered down to Penny, telling her I wanted us to shift a little so I could watch her touch herself. "Hmm, I'd really like that, Daddy." Penny said, opening her eyes and giving me a slight smile as she looked up at me. Carefully, and without removing my hands from her breasts, I began to slowly twist us around until I could see her hand moving at the front of her panties. "Spread your legs a little." I said softly into her ear. "Open up so I can see you in the mirror. One more twist later, and I had a full view of her fingers as it traced a line up and down between her labia. She was wet – and I mean really wet. Not only could I see the wet stain at the front of her panties, but, I could hear the crinkly, wet sounds of wet vaginal lips being touched. Seeing it play out in the mirror in front of me and hearing the sounds of it all at the same time was a long desired fantasy of mine. And here I was – my beautiful daughter right in front of me with her tiny nipples between my fingers, reacting to the way I was touching her. Suddenly, I pinched down hard on both her nipples at the same time, which elicited a load moan from her mouth. "Oooohhhhhh." Penny moaned. "These panties are going to be so wet, Daddy. Would you like to have them when I'm done?" "Oh, that's so nasty, Sweetheart." I replied. "It's very, very nasty. And, yes, I'd love to have them." "I might have to examine them before you take them off, though." I added. "I might make you lie down and spread your legs so I can look down there, Sweetie. I'm going to need to see how wet they are, and how sticky you've made them. I'll have to look at you really closely and I might have to touch you. Is that going to be okay?" Penny's breathing immediately become deeper when I said that, and there were little beads of sweat starting to pop out on the top of her forehead. I considered removing my hands from her breasts and leaning down to suckle her nipples, but I decided it might break her concentration. The only thing I wanted to do right now was to help her reach her orgasm. I can't explain this well, but I think it comes back to the fact that a father would do just about anything for his daughter. And, given the things we'd said to each other – the way I looked at her with lust in my heart and the way she confessed her desires – well, I wasn't about to do anything that would disrupt any of that. I wanted her to have her cum; I felt responsible for it and if she had told me the truth, she'd waited for me to deliver long enough...... and I wasn't going to let her down. Looking down at her, she looked like she was in her own world now. Her head was slowly swaying back and forth and her eyes were fluttering. Every now and then, she'd bite down on her bottom lip, or open her eyes and make eye contact with me before she slipped back into her masturbatory trance. And, as I held her next to me I knew one thing was sure – she needed me now just as much as she ever did. My cock was way past hard, and when I shifted just slightly, she felt my turgid tool push against her hip. "Hmm, I can feel that." She groaned. Then after a few seconds, she looked up into my eyes and said, "I saved my cherry for you, Daddy. You're going to make me yours, aren't you?" I smiled down at her and pinched her nipples hard between my fingers for a brief second and then relaxed the pressure. The instant I pinched her, all the air in her lungs suddenly expelled out of her mouth and she had to gasp to get it back. I chuckled to myself at her reaction and made a mental note to explore this with her to see how much nipple pressure she liked. "Yes, Sweetheart." I finally replied. "I'll be gentle your first time. I promise." Penny's eyes popped open immediately and she jerked her head up to look at me. "Oh, no." Penny answered, shaking her head back and forth. "I want to feel you thrust into me and break me open. I don't want it to be gentle. I want to lie under you and feel your weight on top of me. Then, I want to feel your penis impaling me and filling me up. I want to remember this forever, Daddy. You can be gentle and loving another time, but, the first time, I want you to take me and make me yours forever." Her fingers had sped up and the wet spot between her legs had spread to a noticeable damp patch that looked saturated with my little girl's juice. There was so much emotion and so much feeling going on between us, I wasn't sure where to concentrate my efforts. Should I keep attending to her exquisite breasts, or should I step up whispering nasty things down into her ear. I didn't have to think about it long, because just a few seconds later, the most breathtaking and the most endearing thing in the world happened. My daughter began to orgasm as I held her next to me. "Daddy...." Penny said, softly. "I feel it..... it's starting." Without thinking, I instinctively let go of her breasts, wrapped my arms around her naked torso and gently held her next to me. "Come on, Princess." I said, using her nickname from when she was a kid. "Let it go, Daddy's got you." I moved one of my hands down her naked back and gently cupped her panty clad bottom as I caressed her neck and back with my other hand. Her breathing was very shallow and she was panting. "Come on, Princess." I said again. "It's okay.... cum in Daddy's arms." After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and then all of a sudden, she got this very desperate look on her face. As we continued to look at each other, she started to shake and her mouth fell open. Then, without warning, she began to slump in my arms. I had to reach under her arms to keep her from falling, and as I pulled her back up, she went completely limp and started to quiver and vibrate as I held her. It was the most touching thing I'd ever witnessed – the way she used me for support and trusted me to hold her up as wave after wave of her climax overtook her body and brought her to the point of total submission to the pleasure of her cum. I held her tightly as her orgasm washed over her, feeling her legs buckle under the intense feeling of cuming in her Daddy's arms. And, as I watched her face, she looked up at me and mouthed the words, 'I love you' and then buried her face in my chest until her orgasm had passed. Without much effort, I picked her nearly naked body up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed with her curled up in my lap. Looking down, I saw the hand she'd used to masturbate, and her fingers were visibly wet and slimy from the juices that had seeped through her panties. I couldn't stop myself from reaching down and lifting Penny's hand up to my nose and sniffing her fingers. Even before I got her hand close, I could already smell the distinctly feminine aroma that came from between my daughter's legs. And, although at first all I was going to do is smell her fingers, by the time I'd lifted her hand to my face, I'd already made the decision that I had to lick them clean. So, as I held her hand in front of my mouth and sucked the first finger, Penny raised her head from my shoulder and watched me. Neither of us said a word as I cleaned first one finger and then the next, repeating the process until I'd licked, sucked and cleaned all the fingers on her hand. It was late and Penny was exhausted. I could have carried her into her bedroom and put her to bed the way I'd done years before, but, I decided to do something else. Something new – something I hoped would be meaningful for her. And so as gently as I could, I reached behind me and pulled the comforter and the sheets down from my bed as best as I could and then picked her up out of my lap and laid her in my bed. She opened her eyes as I laid her down, and gave me the sweetest smile. I couldn't stop myself from bending down and giving her a kiss, and as I did, she turned her head and met my lips with hers and we shared the gentlest, softest kiss you can imagine. "Princess, you can sleep with Daddy tonight." I said, as I pulled the sheet up over her pixie body and leaned down to kiss her cheek. "I'll be in bed in a few minutes." As fast as I could, I went downstairs and shut off all the lights. On my way back up, I turned off her computer, the lights in her room and then made my way back into the master bedroom. Coming to stand next to the bed and looking down at my daughter, she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Didn't you say you wanted to examine my panties before you took them off me?" Penny asked. Continued in chapter 2 Penny's Panties "God, you're good at that!" she sighed. "Why, thank you." I smiled, like a Cheshire Cat. "And I can see that you were good, and did as I instructed" she said as she gazed at my throbbing cock, it's head purple, and the veins looking like they might burst from the pressure in my shaft, pre-cum dripping from the opening in the tip. Penny reached for her panties and brought them to her nose, and then she inhaled deeply. "They smell like sex. I guess I can understand why you want them to whack-off with." With that, she handed them to me, and said, "For being a good little sex toy, you can use these to jack-off for me as you stand there. Show your big sister how you use my sexy little undies to make yourself squirt." Rising to my feet, I took her panties and held them to my nose, inhaling again her sweet fragrance. I lowered them to my throbbing cock, gently arranging the thin material, trying not to cum right away. As her panties covered my manhood, I began to wrap my fist around my shaft, with the material creating a soft sheath. The head of my cock was all red and purple, and it didn't take very long until I felt that familiar rush come over me. I cupped my balls, caressing them, and began to pump my cock in Penny's direction with increasing intensity and purpose. My heart was pounding and I looked at Penny as she was staring wide-eyed at my cock as it worked like a piston pumping my fist. "Fuck yeah..." she whispered, and that's all it took. Blast after blast of creamy jizz exploded from my dick, coating my sister's pretty pussy and tanned thighs with white spunk. Without hesitating, I leaned down and began to lick my cum from her thighs, swallowing the first scoops, and then saving the next few licks. I rose to see a look of shock, but as I leaned in to another deep tongue kiss, sharing with her the load I'd collected in my mouth, I felt my sister wrap her arms around me, pressing her firm tits to my muscular chest. As my deflating cock came to rest on her tummy, she said with a wicked grin, "See, you're not the only pervert in this family. It takes one to know one." As we broke our embrace, she said with a lewd smile, "That was so fucking hot. Play your cards right, my little panty-boy brother, and I promise that mom will never have to know about your little habit."