I knew the shape of the bump under Daddy’s shorts
We went to meet my parents and my sister for breakfast.
My sister Babette just had on her shorts and a t-shirt; and of course no bra to wrap her nascent breasts. Mom did not have any either. Dieter perceived it quickly enough; his eyes did not leave the two pairs of breasts. When he got up from the table, I saw that the flap of his pants had a bump.
This first day, which was a Saturday, we went for a walk in the city, to discover the surroundings in Dieter. Mom had given a bra, panties, I do not think so. In any case, I knew the shape of the bump under Daddy’s shorts, and the movements of his pack when he walked, that he had not put on his underpants either.
My parents had at that time a 404 Peugeot. We were the three children behind, Dieter in the middle, legs slightly apart, feet on each side of the bump of the rear transmission. Our bare legs were more than brushing against each other, and very quickly I saw Babette’s hand resting on Dieter’s thigh. This one did not push it back, on the contrary, he put his hand on the thigh of Babette. On my side, I could not help but touch the shorts of Dieter, fiddling with his lapel and his laces.
On the return trip, Babette and Dieter’s hands were squarely slipped under the edges of the legs of their shorts, deep enough. No doubt they caressed each other than the thighs. Back home, I saw that Babette’s shorts had a wet spot in front. Dieter had a nice bump in front of the car. He turned furtively and ran a hand through the side of the front bib of his Tyrolean, to put back his equipment.
Coming home, Babette took Dieter to her room, saying to let her see something and I followed them. I saw that Babette’s shorts had a wet spot in front.
Dieter sat down on the bed, and Babette, next to him, kissed him right away and took off his shirt. Dieter took Babette’s t-shirt and slipped it over his shoulders. Her breasts with their brown halos pointed forward. He kissed her even more, while sliding her straps and unbuttoning her Tyrolean shorts. He lowered it and made it squirt further with a kick. Now, Babette was also naked, next to him. And there she did something I did not expect. I did not miss a thing. She bent down on Dieter’s lower abdomen, and began to slip her cock into her mouth.
After a few comings and goings, I saw that something was happening: Dieter stiffened, pushed with his hands on Babette’s head, which visibly swallowed and swallowed. They relaxed, both lying on the bed. I bandaged like a donkey, and an idea came through my head.
I say to Dieter who was elsewhere in the clouds and did not understand at the time: “Dieter, I try your pants”
I pulled my shorts over my erection, and took Dieter’s panties. He had not even undone the suspenders, only one of the two buttons on the bib, and the only button that held the flaps underneath it. The panties were really big for me, and she hung me in the crotch. The straps I was not used to, gave a feeling of freedom different from a tight belt especially with short pants too big. I shrunk these straps at the plastron and closed the buttons in front. And there, what comfort!
What sensuality! I went to the bathroom, see me in the big mirror and told me that having a panties like that, I would like. I had a nice bump in front. As I returned to the room, Babette had regained consciousness. She was resplendent, with some damp white marks in her hair and her face … She took me by the waist, and laughed, and began to fiddle with me through the leather shorts.
I had already masturbated a few times. Dad had explained to me a few months before, what was it like, and how to do it, before having a girlfriend who would take care of me. Masturbating at night in a handkerchief, it was effective to avoid dirtying the sheets, like the morning when I woke in the humidity, ashamed, believing I had pee in bed again, but still curious about it gooey appearance of what was out. That was what had motivated Dad’s little class. My parents, unlike many others at that time, felt that our ages should not be ignorant of pure sexual matters, as well as about sex. For them, there was no harm in doing good.