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MY SISTER JEAN. Chapter 13-15 By Billy G Chapter 13 -- Safety of the Telephone
(Chap 14xxxChap 15/Part2 I never imagined that she would do something so
blatantly provocative and sexual as placing her soiled panties under my
pillow. Oh, I knew what an emotional charge her panties were and I supposed I
thought she didn't. Yet, it had all started with her panties. Our first steps
of this erotic journey were taken when I'd teased her about her soiled
underpants. We'd treated it in a lighthearted, teasing way since, even when I
thought to myself, "She has no notion what a sexually provocative symbol her
panties are for me." And, not wanting to reveal too much, to become too
vulnerable, I never told her. I never confessed what a gut-wrenching response
her intimate apparel produced in me. Or at least I didn't think I had. In
fact, I was acutely aware that the carelessness with which she had previously
shown with her soiled undergarments had changed. She no longer carelessly left
them in the bathroom as before. I had been unable to get my daily pheromones
fix in months. I assumed she had a hamper in her room, but I'd made a promise
to myself that I wouldn't violate her privacy again. So far, I'd been able to
keep that promise. Now, suddenly finding this silken thing under my pillow,
delicious memories and feelings came flooding back. That she had called a few
minutes before to tell me to look under my pillow carried so many messages.
Chief among those was, 'Let's play, Billy.' We'd recently given ourselves
permission to be more honest and open about our sexual feelings for each other
and, at the same time, admitting our fears, had agreed not to have sex. 'God,
what does that mean?' I wondered. 'Not having sex.' Just what is 'not having
sex' anyway? By my lights, we'd 'had sex' several times. Oh, we hadn't done
the dirty deed, but if what we'd experienced wasn't having sex, then what is?
We'd been thrown together several times, picked up and tossed about by forces
whose strength awed us. Each time that happened, we had withdrawn, shaken and
dazed, wondering, 'Where is this going?' Touching the black silk of Jean's
"unmentionables" I was thrilled. She'd worn these. Recently. They'd been on
her body. On her butt. Between her legs! My resolves were fading away. It's
true, I thought, My dick has no conscience.' Flattening the crotch of her
panties, I studied it. They were slightly damp to the touch. On the periphery
of the damp spot was a faint whitish dry area. I'd seen that before. Her
essence, right there. Looking closely, I found a few curly hairs. Yes! Pubic
hair! A thrill shot through me and another ratchet of my madness slipped. I
was teasing myself. Delighting myself. This slow, measured -- even controlled
unfolding of a treasure -- heightened my arousal. I kept for last the real
prize, the scent. I was already dizzy with desire and hard with my lust.
Bringing the panties to my face, I slowly inhaled, allowing her intimate
fragrance to titillate my olfactory senses. The seductive power of her scent
ripped through me, much like a whiff of ammonia. I felt it climb up into my
nose, seeming to pass through some impossible route, directly into my frontal
cortex. I fell back, clutching her panties to my nose, unthinking, a mass of
jangling, unstable sexual neurons, randomly discharging like some mad
fireworks display. I was gone. I never had a chance. Then I opened the note.
There was only one line. It said: "I want to do it with you...on the phone." I
shoved my arms between my legs, humping against myself as I curled up in a
fetal ball. No question. I was just gonna die! A little while later -- seemed
like days -- the phone rang again. Almost in a stupor I answered, "Jean?" She
laughed and then in that breathy voice characteristic of her excitement, she
said, "You found them. What do you think?" "That I've died and gone to heaven.
Besides that, I can't think at all. What're you *doing* to me?" "Remember we
said we'd explore things with each other?" "Sure. But we didn't." "Well, I
don't know about you, big boy, but I've been afraid." "Of me?" I asked.
"Partly that, I guess." She paused, and then added, "But more of me." Not
attempting to *act* dumb, I said, "I don't understand." "I didn't suppose you
would. We think differently, you and me. I suppose it may be a 'girl thing'
but anyway...to be honest, you have some power over me..." I interrupted, "I
have power over YOU? Come ON Jean. You're the one with the power. You should
see me right now. I'm almost twitching!" "Good," she laughed. "But it's true.
Feel however you want, when you turn on the current, I'm a goner, so this is
the only way I feel safe relating to you. Sexually, I mean." "Phone sex? Jean,
you mean we live in the same house, right next to each other and we're...we're
reduced to phone sex?" "Pretty kinky, huh? I thought you'd like it. It *is*
all right, isn't it, Billy?" "Jean, if it were the only way ...
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