I was one of four children in our house. My two older sisters
were very close to me in age, and my younger sister was born just
after I turned three. When my baby sister was still a baby, I
remember how sweet she looked in her frilly dresses and rhumba
panty covered botttom. Sometimes when my mother was changing my
baby sister, she would ask me to help her by putting the dirty
clothes in the hamper. This was when I first began to feel the
ruffles of the panty covers. I really did not think much about
this since she was just a baby, and I figured this was just the
way babies in diapers were kept dry until they grew up.
As a boy in a house of girls, I was not allowed to physically
hurt my older sisters, no matter what they did. This was unfair,
especially since my older sister was bigger and stronger than me
at that time. But that was what I had to do and so I obeyed. I
stayed away from them whenever I could to avoid problems. But,I
was allowed to spend a lot of time with my baby sister, who liked
the attention I gave her, and my mom was happy for the help, so
she could do other things
Sometime I just could not avoid my older sisters, like when we
got dressed up for special occasions - holidays and visits to our
grandparents. I was given clothes that looked like my dad, and
sometimes I really didn't like that, since my dad was hardly ever
around, and suits looked really stupid on me. My sisters were
not dressed like my mom, but wore frilly dresses, often with
filmy satin tops and wide skirt bottoms, and I noticed that they
wore nylon rhumba panties like my baby sister, with petticoats
under the dresses. My mother spent a lot of time helping them
with their clothes. I didn't need any help, and I got dressed in
my room all by myself, like a big boy of five.
Little by little I noticed my sisters dressed, especially the
full petticoats, with the camisole top with satin across the
chest and lingerie straps across the shoulders, and tiers of hard
organza awith delicate lace overly on the attached skirt. I also
saw how much people commented about them, you know, how pretty
and charming and sweet. I was alway well behaved, otherwise my
misbehavior was exposed to my relatives at the holiday visits.
So I just went along with the show and watched how it was played.
At home, I kept to myself and played with my baby sister and
helped my mom. I would put clothing in the hamper, and saw my
older sisters panties and full petticoats there next to my plain
pants and white cotton shirts. On day, I touched a pair of
yellow ruffled panties when I was putting my clothes in the
hamper, and felt the smooth satin of the front of the panty.
Just for curiosity, I picked them up and ran my hand over the
ruffles on the back of the panty, and rubbed the silky fabric in
my hand between my thumb and fingers. It was very smooth and
rustled when I rubbed across the ruffled back side. The panties
felt nice, really smooth, and I then put them back in the hamper
with the other clothes.
Next to the panties, under a pajama top, was one of the full
petticoats. I lifted the petticoat up in front of me and held it
by the straps. The bodice was smooth satin white and there was a
line of small lace across the curved neckline. The tiered bottom
had multiple small layers of stiff yet silky fabric, and each
layer had a thin wispy film of white fabric over it, with a lace
hem at the bottom edge. It looked like layers of clouds with
lace hems falling out of the sky. Just out of wonder, I pulled
the yellow panties back out, and took off my briefs. I slid the
panties up my legs and setlled them around my waist. The panty
arched over my hio, and the ruffled back hugged my backside
tightly. The fabric was silky smooth against my tummy and was
tight around my waist with a little elastic band much narrower
than my own briefs. Then I lifted the petticoat up over my head
as I had seen my mother do my sisters, and slid the petticoat
over my arms and head. The first time I did this the petticoat
covered me like a bag. Then, I discovered how to slid my arms up
inside and get the straps to fit over my shoulders. I snuggled
inside the satin top and smoothed the bottom skirt over my hips
and legs.
I stood up to see myself in the bathroom vanity mirror, and
carressed my satin covered chest and ruffled the stiff bottom
skirt of the petticoat. Then I lifted up the lace lined skirt to
see the panties. I turned around to see the back side of panty
ruffles under the petticoat. I thought I looked as pretty as my
sisters, but I heard some footsteps and quickly slipped the
petticoat off my shoulders and the panties down my legs and put
them in the hamper, and put on my clothes.
One day, I was home from first grade before anyone else. I
grabbed a snack and went to my room to begin homework. I
remembered the panties and petticoat from the week before, and
went to the bathroom and opened the hamper, just to see what was
there. Right on top was a shiny white panty, not quite a bikini,
but close. It was so smooth it just about slid out of my hands.
I temoved my pants and briefs and put these new panties on. Wow,
they were tighter and silkier then the yellow ruffled panties,
and I wondered how I missed them last week. I got another white
petticoat out and gingerly slipped the bodice over my head and
down onto my shoulders. Then, I decided to get a better look at
myself in my own bedroom mirror. In better light, the petticoat
hugged my smooth chest and my nipples showed through the satiny
top. The skirt was full around me with lace, and when I lifted
the skirt I gasped at how pretty I looked in the shiny white
panties.
I was feeling the line of the panty openings around my hips, and
smoothing the panty over my tummy, when I felt my penis getting
stiff inside the delicious panties. I remembered that I felt
this before, when I woke up early one morning face down on my bed
with my hands between my legs. Now, all dressed in panty and
petticoat, I laid down on my bed with my hands between my legs
holding myself through the tiered skirt and shiny satin panty.
Instinctively, I began to move my hips inside the petticoat, and
I felt harder. It also felt good. I kept on rubbing against the
clothing. The ruffled petticoat made a light rustling sound. The
straps of the satin bodice pulled over my shoulders, and the
fabric clung to my chest and then came loose as I moved inside
the panty and skirt. My breathing became heavier and my movements
more intense. I lost track of everything else, and was engulfed
in the stiff ruffled petticoat around my body and the satin
panties tightly yet gently covering my tummy and butt. I was
beginning to feel a tingling deep inside of me, and it kind of
rumbled as it kept going. Then all of a sudden a spasm that took
my breath away. Another spasm and another followed and I lost
count- it felt so good, like waking up and being part asleep and
part awake.
When I regained my senses, I felt a warm wetness in the front of
my panties. I stood up and lifted my skirt to see that I had wet
the panties with something very thick, milky white and incredibly
smooth. Then I knew- this was sexual orgasm. And I did it
myself, with the help of silky panties and a full, satin bodice
petticioat. I cleaned the panty, and then laid on the bed in a
curled position, almost falling asleep in my pretty clothes.
Since then, I dressed up whenever I could, and as my older
sisters grew into bras and slips and camies and teddys, so did I.
There are many other thrills along the way, and this was just the
beginning.
