I was about 14 or 15 years of age and regularly jacking off nearly every other night, into various cotton handkerchiefs and old discarded undies (mostly my old cotton full jocks). Nothing spectacular, but better than beating into a boring fist (at least I’d evolved from wanking in my PJ bottoms by humping my pillow in bed at night). Certainly my masturbation-life could do with a lift.

Then one day, my sister Kim, who still shared my room (partitioned off, but the same room nonetheless), had her shower early in the evening, and emerged from the bathroom wearing the most beautiful little baby doll nightie I’d ever laid eyes on. A shiny, soft nylon powder blue camisole with matching panties. The panties had a frill at the edges, while the camisole had a girly fairy motif on the front. The camisole only came down to the hip and revealed the panties in all their splendor on my sister’s barely pubescent body.

I could barely contain my longing and fascination for this lovely soft intimate sleepwear. I tried to keep my cool and act nonchalant as Kim moved about the lounge room. As she walked, the shiny nylon rippled across her ass cheeks and the folds in the camisole. I started to fantasize about how it would feel if my cock could come in contact with those beautiful panties and cami. My sister appeared totally impervious to my yearning glances. I started to scheme ... how can I get my hands on this nightie set? Since she wore them to bed that night and for the rest of the week, I had no opportunity to help myself to the lovely cami and briefs. I certainly did conjure up the image of the lovely soft material stretched across my sister's butt while I wanked into boring cotton handkerchiefs all that week, which provided some temporary relief...

 

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