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I've had a panty fetish since age 11.
My aunt came to live with us after my father died. Always after my aunt came home from work, she would undress and wander about the house in a white nylon full slip or a bra and half slip. She would wear a white or pink full-brief panty brief that I could see thru her slip. Usually, I was the only one home and I always felt a little strange looking at her (like I was doing something wrong) and she knew it. She was always pulling me close to her, having me hold onto her slip with both hands, while she would adjust my shirt and pants. Of course, she always patted my behind, ran her fingers thru my blonde hair and told me how pretty I looked. I never told her but I always enjoyed touching her slip as I never felt anything so smooth before.
She once saw me perform a female water ballet at our local YMCA. All the male members of the team were to dress in girls bathing suits and caps. I had to wear a one piece pale-pink bathing suit with white lace adorning it and a floral pink bathing cap. We had to move in a feminine-like way to the tune of "A Pretty Girl is like a Melody." My aunt was so ecstatic over it. She hugged me, patted my rear end and told me how proud she was of her little girl. I was a little embarrassed by her remarks, because my Mom was there, but I also felt a nice sensation by being dressed in girls clothing.
A short time later my aunt came home early from work, which normally she never did, and found all of her panties and slips, etc., laid out on her bed. You see, when she was away, I used to fondle them but I never put them on because I knew that boys didn't wear girls' underwear. I had been out of the room and when I re-entered, and saw my aunt standing there, I was in total shock. She very calmly asked me what I was doing? I told her I was straightening out her lingerie drawer but she didn't buy that. She told me that I was playing with her lingerie and that she always knew that I liked her panties and slips. She threatened to tell my mother. I was really scared now. Not only would I be embarrassed, I would also receive a sound beating from my Mom. I was desperate, I begged my aunt not to tell...