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Growing Pains
By
Nikki C Kernovii
Chapter 1
I sat in the branches of the large hedge, glad to be out of sight for a while. The longer I stared at the branches the more I thought about the possibilities and the more I determined to make something of it.
During the next few weeks I scavenged as much wood as I could and stockpiled it behind the small garden shed. When I was sent to the newsagents shop at the weekend I also visited the hardware shop a few doors away and spent my meagre pocket money on a few small bags of nails and screws.
Then I just had to watch and wait. If the purpose of the exercise were to have a quiet place of my own then the building would have to be restricted to the hour after school when I was often on my own.
It took nearly a fortnight of sneaked half hours to build the basic platform. It took at least another month to build the sides. A couple of tins of waste paint helped to camouflage the wood. The roof proved rather tricky and was several weeks in the making.
Even whilst my secret tree house was under construction it was still a quiet place to go to be alone. Once it was completed I was very pleased with myself. Here was my little bolthole. From the shelter of the little room I could see the whole of our own garden and most of the neighbours and yet it was almost invisible until right inside the tree line.
And nobody got that close except me.
Since Dad had left nearly Five years ago, I had taken on the duty of mowing the moderate back lawn. The rest of the garden paths and patios were pretty much left to themselves.
Mum was perpetually tired and showed little interest in any extra work such as gardening. She liked to keep the front garden tidy “For appearances”. So her little relaxations were tending the Roses and Rhododendrons round the small lawn and driveway at the front.
The neighbours tolerated us from the days when we were comfortably middle class, but after the divorce rather than rallying round to help they had been somewhat cold and distant.
Carol, my older sister was generally too busy studying to worry too much about the garden or me.
Chapter 2
One Saturday afternoon, about a month after I had completed the tree house I was sitting in my usual position when I felt a lump by my shoulder. On turning round to investigate and found a knot in the wood was working loose. I tapped it to try to fit it back tighter into its hole but instead the knot spilt and fell to the floor. I wondered if it was going to be a problem so placed my eye close to the hole and looked around.
Through the trees I found I was looking almost directly into the bedroom of Elaine, the daughter of the family next door. Elaine was about 20 years old, very petite and absolutely stunning. I usually saw very little of her, as the hedge was a very effective barrier to our garden. She worked during the day and had a reputation for partying every night. Just at that moment, it seemed, she was getting ready to party. She stood almost naked, illuminated by the last rays of the evening sun that were shinning right into her bedroom. I stared in awe as she opened her cupboard and pulled out small frilly things and started to get dressed. She held up minute lacy blue things that I barely recognised.
I could not have pulled my eyes away from that hole if I had tried.
Of course I knew about underclothes in a general, round about sort of way, but I had not given the subject much thought. Now I was seeing a real girl putting on real things and was completely entranced. Elaine struggled into a tight black dress that showed her remarkable body to perfection. She sat at her dressing table and started brushing her hair. Her hair was dark brown and fashioned into a trendy Bob that framed her pretty features.
Eventually she stood and left the room. A few moments later I heard a door slam, followed by the roar of her little sports car.
She must have been well down the road before I forced myself to sit back and tear myself away from the little knothole.
For some time I just sat there and replayed on my mental film screen, the vision of Elaine getting dressed, and tried to come to terms with the strange feelings inside me.
About a week later, I had a rare opportunity to sit in my tree house straight after school. It had been another bad day at school and I wanted some solitude.
Looking through the little knot, I was disappointed to see the house apparently empty. However fluttering in the gentle breeze was a washing line full of newly washed clothes. Including the very same small lacy items that I had seen Elaine wearing a few days before. The lacy blue bra was almost within arms reach. Next to it was a pair of minute lacy blue panties that took my breath away. There was so little of them. The front panel of light blue lace was virtually transparent in the afternoon sun. If I had been closer to Elaine the previous week I would have seen all the interesting bits that boys long to see. For ages I sat and stared at them, replaying again the vision of Elaine getting dressed and wondering what she would have looked like if I had been closer.
Chapter 3
In early July every year, the town held its Carnival week. This year my older sister Carol had somehow been roped into helping. The sixth form, having finished their exams, were all keen to help with the fund raising and letting off a bit of steam before the holidays. They had organized the loan of a tractor with a large trailer and the girls were going to dress up as girls from the Film “St Trinians”. Many of the girls were openly glad to try to break their hockey sticks, which they hoped would never be used again.
On the Saturday morning Carols friends “Fizz” and “Lou” came round, loaded down with bags. For several hours the sound of girls giggling, sometimes almost hysterically, came from Carols’ room.
When they appeared downstairs for a bite of lunch shortly before they had to leave they were dressed outrageously. I could not tare my eyes away from them. They had rolled the waistbands of their green school skirts up so that they were much shorter than regulations would allow. Their legs were covered with, what I then learned were, stockings. The milky white of their thighs, contrasted provocatively with the dark of the elastic tops, which were visible below their short skirts. They wore regulation white blouses with green and yellow school ties tied in huge knots. They wore their school hats, which they must have dragged from some dark crevice, because I know that Carol had not worn hers for several years, since the rules had been relaxed.
They also had on their old school blazers, which were now several sizes too small and mostly green with worn out patches. Altogether they looked extremely scruffy and yet attractive at the same time.
Mother tutted and pursed her lips at them but the girls just laughed and said it was “All in a good cause”.
As I sat over lunch I found myself admiring Fizz’s legs as they disappeared under her short green skirt. As she giggled and laughed she wriggled and I was treated to glimpses of green that I knew had to be her panties. I kept looking down and sure enough there was a flash of green curving down beautifully between her thighs.
The sun was kind at the carnival. It was both well presented and well attended. There must have been 25 to 30 lorries, vans and trailers, and the streets were lined with cheering people.
As the “St Trinians” float came by I waved and shouted at my sister and her friends. About half a dozen other girls from the school were also on and round the trailer, swinging their hockey sticks and holding out buckets to collect the money thrown at them. They girls took it in turns standing on the trailer or walking alongside it. Just as the float came past me, Fizz was scrambling up on to the trailer. She knelt on the edge and shouted for another girl to give her a hand. As she hung there, her skirt rose up over her backside presenting everyone, including me, with a view of her green clad bottom. I stared in open admiration at the full gentle curves. Time seemed to stop as she waited for the other girl to reach over and grab her hand. There in front of me were two beautiful mounds and a little cleft between. As Fizz stood up, my eyes followed her. She grabbed her hockey stick and did several mock twirls with it. All the while laughing and shouting, her skirt flying almost horizontal in the wind. There were her panties visible up to her waist. And there for the first time I saw a full, female pudendum. A beautiful mound below her belly covered in the green cotton of the old school knickers. These, like the jackets, had obviously not been worn for a while and were really too small.
I quickly looked around, but nobody else seemed to have noticed. It was all over in seconds and yet it had seemed like ages to me, but still not long enough.
My mouth was dry and I felt almost giddy.
I found myself looking round at the other girls, and then struggling through the crowd to stay alongside the float as it went down the high street. Several times I caught, tantalizing glimpses of other girls’ panties as they climbed on or off the trailer, or spun round wielding their hockey sticks. I admired and enjoyed all of them, but mostly Fizz. She was a loud girl at the best of times, and seemed to be really letting go and throwing herself into her role with enthusiasm. Time and again she spun round giving us all a perfect view of her little green panties.
By the time I headed for home I had an ache deep in my groin that I could not explain.
I forgot about it as Mother had me help prepare food for the girls who were going to stay to tea after the carnival.
The girls arrived at about five o’clock still high on laughter and giggles. They sat at the table whilst Mother fussed around them. Again I found myself more interested in Fizz’s legs than my own tea. Several times I was treated to a view of the green cotton. As Lou told a story Fizz sat for a while with her legs almost open and I could see her delightful curve in all its’ splendor.
After tea I had to help Mother clear the things away while the girls went to Carols room to get changed. Later as I headed to my room, I heard a muffled snort. I looked over and saw Carols door was not fully shut. Carols friend Lou was standing by the door, her back towards me. She wore stockings, though these were pulled higher up her legs and I noticed they were not the torn ones she had worn earlier. The stockings were held up by light pink belt. Lou was pulling on a pair of shiny, silky, pink panties that matched the belt.
Lou was a little plumper than Fizz or Carol, though plump is perhaps too strong a word. She was not fat but certainly well covered and did not have such a pronounced waist. To my young eyes however, the sight of her pulling on those little pink panties and the curves of her bottom covered in such delightful shiny silk was almost heaven.
I watched as she pulled a matching pink bra up her arms and reached behind to fasten it. I would have loved to see more, but she was partly obscured by the half closed door. I stood almost breathless, hoping not be discovered. Lou pulled up a light, pink, silky, skirt that was more of an underskirt. I yearned to reach out and touch it. Then the moment was gone. Lou must have moved forward to finish getting dressed. I hesitated for a while but shortly after the door was knocked and I could see no more.
I lay on my bed struggling for breath.
That night I hardly slept and when I did I had strange dreams.
Chapter 4
During the Week following the Carnival I could not keep the many visions of those panties clad bottoms out of my mind.
Some days later I arrived home from school and was on my way to my room when I saw my sisters’ bedroom door still open and inside her clothes drawer also slightly open. It had probably been left thus, many times in the past, and I had not noticed. Now I seemed drawn as if by powerful magnets. I dropped my school bag and crept into the room. I really did not need to creep, as I knew the house was still empty, but somehow it seemed such an illicit thing I was doing that I instinctively crept in. A little tug on the handles pulled the drawer further open to reveal a neatly arranged pile of my sisters’ pretty little undies.
I flicked slowly through the pile and was amazed at the variety of colours, styles and sizes: Simple cotton panties in various colours, small lacy thongs that could not have left much to the imagination, some with lacy panels, small briefs with beautiful embroidery.
There were other things in the drawer as well. Corset type things. Belts like Lou had worn to hold up her stockings, in various colours and styles and piles of stockings. There were also several unopened packs of stockings and tights. I was lost in dreamy reverie when I heard the front door open. I quickly rushed to my room to change out of my school clothes. I has just grabbed my bag and dropped it in my room when Carol came storming up the stairs.
Over dinner I kept looking at her. I felt a mixture of guilt at poking in her belongings, and interest to wonder what it was she was wearing and what she looked like when wearing some of the lovely things in her clothes drawer.
Carol kept looking back at me, giving me strange looks and catching my eye.
Chapter 5
At last mid July arrived and school broke up for the summer holidays.
Carol was very bright. She passed her exams with flying colours and would be going to university in the autumn.
I had done reasonably well in my end of term exams so Mother did not have to give me too onerous a pile of homework.
Mother decided that the daily chores would have to change for the summer.
The three of us already took it in turns to do the dishes each day. I was told that I would have too learn to do some cooking so that I could help when Carol left in the Autumn.
I already had to clean my own room at least once a week. I was now, also to load the washing machine on Mondays and Thursdays, hang any wet stuff up to dry and sort the dry stuff into piles to go to whom ever it belonged to.
Big Sis was helpful and quite happy to swap on those occasions when I wanted to do something else.
The weather was superb and I spent little time indoors. I raced through my jobs as quickly as I could.
My first attempt at the washing brought scorn as I tried to separate the white and coloured items. Carol made a point of emphasizing her ‘Lingerie’ that I...
‘Had better cool wash or do by hand because it would not do to spoil it with the other things.’
Mother agreed, and together they showed me, despite my reluctance, how to hand wash. I blushed the whole time I was scrubbing at the silky slips and knickers. I could not help visualising them in other circumstances.
As the day progressed the pain in my groin returned. I moped around and could not get interested in the river or the trees. When the washing was clean and dry I folded it all and put it in the airier. For some strange reason I gently stroked the soft knickers on the top of the pile until a noise behind me tore me from my reverie.
I turned blushing at my guilty thoughts, but there was nothing there. With relief, I ambled back towards my room.
Chapter 6
The morning began dull so I was in no hurry to be outdoors. I ambled about doing my chores until lunchtime. In the afternoon it brightened so I mowed the lawn then retreated to my tree house. As usual I surveyed the area then looked through the empty knothole in case Elaine happened to be in. She rarely was. At first I was disappointed. Her bedroom was empty. Then I caught movement in the sitting room. There was a man on the sofa dressed in dark clothes that had partly hidden him. He was leaning over and obviously kissing Elaine whose small size was mostly hidden by the presence of the large male.
For some time they simply kissed, then I saw his hand rest on her leg, and gently slide upwards. I felt a pang of jealousy.
Lucky guy.
He continued to slide upwards until his had disappeared under her fawn skirt. For ages neither of them seemed to move, then the guy moved and lifted Elaine’s skirt. She lifted her hips off the sofa, clinging to his neck as he tugged her skirt higher, almost to her waist. As she lowered herself down again, her legs parted and the guy moved his hand back down, so that I only had a brief glimpse of black with what looked like a little red heart to the side.
For ages his hand moved but left little for me to see. Elaine was obviously enjoying herself as she slowly slid lower down on the sofa and her legs opened wider.
The Guys' hand slid up her front, a finger curled over the elastic then his hand plunged down inside her panties. Elaine shook, and dropped her hand from his neck to his lap. For a while they both wriggled and both hands seemed busy. Then the guy leant back. He knelt on the floor in front of the sofa, lifted Elaine’s legs onto his shoulders and dropped his face between her legs. I gasped. I did not know people did that sort of thing. For a moment, I thought that it was somehow dirty. But the look on Elaine’s face was one of rapture. Whatever the guy was doing, she was really enjoying it. I wanted to be able to give someone that much pleasure.
For maybe ten minutes the guys’ head bobbed up and down, backwards and forwards, and all the while Elaine’s legs were twitching more and with her eyes squeezed closed, her head swung wildly when suddenly she went rigid. She gripped the guy, shook a few times and went limp. She looked as though she had some sort of fit. The radiant smile on her face as she grabbed the guys’ ears and pulled his face towards hers, said that she was very happy. The guy stood, pulled Elaine to him then they left the room. I saw a brief movement a few moments later as they passed the window in Elaine’s room before they moved out of view again. All was still for a while and I eventually realised I would have to do something about my dry mouth.
I went inside for a drink, and then snuck outside again.
Nothing happened for ages and I was getting bored. I was nearly ready to leave when I saw the guy, now naked stand and start putting a shirt on. Elaine’s hands snaked round his neck and they kissed, then she helped him dress. She made no move to cover herself. Her small pert shapely breasts stood proudly to attention. When the guy was dressed he moved towards the door and I could see Elaine had on only the little black panties with the red heart motif.
I heard the front door slam A few minutes later Elaine went back to her room and, still wearing only the tiny black panties, began pulling clothes from her cupboard. I was transfixed at the beautiful curve of her pretty little bottom, and continued staring at her as she gathered the clothes and headed out of the room. I saw movement in the bathroom and assumed she was going for a bath or shower.
I would love to have stayed, but suppertime drove me indoors.
Chapter 7
Mother commented on my distant manner. I could not get interested in anything. The next day was much the same. I ambled through my chores then went for a walk. I ended up at the recreation ground and played with some friends from school for a while. But I was un-enthusiastic and they lost interest in me and I eventually wandered slowly home.
Mother fussed and moaned at me over dinner, so I soon retreated to my tree house for some quiet.
As usual I checked though the knot hole, but as was so often the case the
Neighbours house was in darkness. I started to pull back when a flicker caught my eye. There were a few items on the washing line but they were just on the edge of my field of vision. In a daze I made my way out of the tree house and along the branches to where the items were hanging. There, just a few feet away from me, were Elaine’s little black panties. There was the red embroidered heart on the front. Without thought I reached out and touched them. The soft material caused a mixture of feelings and emotions to run though me.
Maybe it was fate that lead me on, but as I reached out, the branch I was standing on started to give way. I fell forward, still with the panties in my hand. The peg pinged just as I caught my balance and suddenly the panties were in my hand. I swayed on the creaking branch for a while to steady myself. When I looked back at the washing line I realised that I could not reach out and put them back.
I wobbled on the branch for some time then, realising I may be visible I quickly slipped back into the tree house, still clutching the little black panties.
I felt a strange tingling excitement. Here I was holding the very panties that Elaine had been wearing when the guy had kissed her and played with her and given her so much pleasure. Here were the panties that looked so utterly delightful when stretched over her cute little bottom. That curved in and out in interesting ways across her most intimate parts.
There was the thrill of the forbidden. There was also undoubtedly the thrill of the memory.
I sat for ages simply holding them and stroking them.
When eventually darkness drove me back indoors I quickly thrust the panties in my pocket, then after a moments rethink pulled them out and pushed them down inside my own pants.
As I walked towards the house I thrilled at the feel of them against my stiffening penis.
When I changed into my pyjamas I did not know where to hide the things so temporarily thrust them under my pillow, performed my usual ablutions and went to bed.
All night I clutched at the lovely soft panties and dreamt strange dreams.
In the morning my pyjamas were very sticky. I realised I had had “A wet dream”.
Chapter 8
About the second week of the summer I couldn’t find any of my usual Y-fronts in my drawer. When I went to moan at Mother she told me off for still being in my pyjamas, then told me off, as breakfast was nearly ready and to hurry up. I didn’t get the chance to voice my problem so stomped back upstairs.
Carol was just finishing in the bathroom and noticed my clouds of thunder, so I told her.
“Well wear something else then. Wear some of mine. “ She suggested.
“Don’t be silly” I replied.
“Why? I’m just trying to help. Twit. It can only be because you skipped your chores yesterday. Anyway who’s going to know? And you jolly well can’t go out without something on, it’s un-hygienic.”
I gave in and she led me to her bedroom and handed me a pair of rather pretty pink cotton panties. I grabbed them, mumbled a quick thank you and rushed back to my room to dress quickly.
I made it to breakfast at the same time as Carol.
All day I was aware of the feel of the panties and the way they were cut differently to my normal attire. The material was softer than the rather harsh feel of my normal y-fronts. It was not unpleasant, but every time I thought about it I was aware of them and wondered who might be looking. I felt guilty and odd and kept blushing. That caused me to get an erection, which I then felt must be obvious to all onlookers. It was ghastly and I couldn’t wait to get home.
After tea I saw Carol and Fizz with their heads together whispering and felt sure they were talking about me. They kept giggling and putting their hands to their faces in a typically girlish way that would actually look pretty if it was not for the fact that I felt so embarrassed at my predicament.
That night I was glad to get into my pyjamas and quickly hid the offending knickers in the wash basket.
Chapter 9
Carol’s eighteenth birthday arrived. Before breakfast we gathered round as Carol opened her presents and cards. There seemed so many of them.
I tried not to begrudge her the presents. She had loads of things. And Mother had really gone to town.
We all hurried back upstairs to dress and to my horror there were again no pants in my clothes drawer. As I went out to complain, Carol saw me and spun to show me a dress she was holding against herself. It did look very pretty. Then she noticed the chagrin on my face.
I told her my problem.
“Again! Well that’s all right. Here I’ve only just put these on but I’ve changed my mind.” She put the dress down and calmly stepped out of her knickers and handed them to me. It had been many years since I had seen her naked, and was mesmerised by the thick bush of dark hair between her legs.
“Come on take them. I’m going to wear these new ones. Look real silk.” The awe in her voice was obvious. These were grown up. She thrust the white cotton panties at me and picked up one of her open parcels, a present from our absentee father. She pulled out a pair of dazzling blue pants that shimmered in the morning sun. She pulled them on and smoothed them to her body. They clung and moulded to her. They looked amazingly nice.
Stuttering at first, I just gapped at her, then I ran back to my room, trying to hide the throbbing organ that threatened to poke out of my pyjamas.
I pulled the still warm panties on in a daze.
Once dressed I walked stiffly down to breakfast.
As I ate I could not get the picture of Carol in her blue silk knickers out of my mind and that led to thinking about the smooth, white, cotton panties on my own body, and that led to me worrying about my stiff organ. I had never had a stiffy for so long before and it ached.
The day was a disaster. Every girl I saw I stared at, wondering what she was wearing underneath. I Imagined knickers of various styles and colours. I pictured in my mind their curved pudenda’s covered in cotton or silk or nylon. The curvy, round, spongy bottoms covered or half covered in the thin exciting material. Maybe with hair of various shades peeking interestingly round the edges. Several times I got nudged for day dreaming and blushed furiously.
By evening my groin ached.
Carol had several friends round for tea. After they had eaten, and drunk some wine. (Something Mother would not allow us to do before we were ‘Grown up’), the girls went chattering up to Carol’s room.
I could hear them giggling and chatting. Feeling lonely and jealous, I peered through the crack in the door of Carol’s room.
The girls were all in a state of semi undress modelling Carol’s clothes, staring at themselves in the mirror and admiring each other. “Fizz”, was wearing dark blue stockings, held up by small blue straps from a thin lacy blue belt at her waist. As she moved, the elastic straps pulled at her knickers. Her silky dark hairs peeked at the world and I was enchanted. The straps framed her. Calling her pretty, minute, knickers to attention. My organ ached at the sight and I pushed it downwards to stop the pain. Carol removed her dress and spun around showing everyone the lovely blue silk panties she had been given that day.
She lay back on her bed making no effort to cover up. Lou then stood up and lifted her skirt. “These are my favourite” she said, showing us all a pair of small black lacy panties that were almost completely see through.. They were thin and high at the waist. As she spun round she showed that they did not cover her plump round bottom but had a thin strip that disappeared between her cheeks.
“If I’m depressed or upset I go shopping.” She said. “I always find buying a good pair of panties makes the day better. Nothing quite like feeling sexy and sensual to cheer you up.” She looked around her. “Well that’s what I think.” She dropped her skirt again.
I had to push down on the painful lump in my trousers, as it thrust against my trousers and suddenly I was pumping sticky fluid into the knickers. I closed my eyes and felt a great sense of relief.
I knew what had happened. I had had an orgasm. I had ‘Come’..
I did not know whether to be happy, proud or embarrassed. I was certainly glad because the pain that had been building in my groin had gone.
As soon as I could I fled to my room.
After some time I tried to clean up the mess a bit.
I was glad to change into my pyjamas early and put the sticky panties into the washing basket.
I went downstairs again and helped Mother to clear up from Carol’s party.
As I was clearing out the rubbish I found several of Mothers old mail order catalogues. One rather thick one was wedged open and fell to the floor at a page showing a woman wearing the same panties that Carol had had as a present. I stared at it in awe for a moment. Then I quickly kicked the catalogue under the sofa whilst I cleared up the rest of the rubbish. I waited until everyone was busy before secretly sneaking the catalogue up to my room.
It was then that I discovered a whole section devoted to pages full of pictures of women in a wonderful range of underwear. There was another section of girls in wonderful swimming costumes all showing their delightful bodies to be admired. I cut the pages from the catalogues before sneaking the rest down to the waste bin next day.
I had discovered the whole exciting world of ‘Lingerie’. The stocking supports that Fizz had been wearing were ‘Suspender’ or ‘Garter’ belts. The corsets that I had seen in Carol’s drawer were ‘Basques’ and ‘Bustiers’
I wondered why I had not done this before. I also decided to keep a look out for any other catalogues and magazines that might be as interesting.
Chapter 10
Over the next two days I managed to accumulate a few of Carols magazines and another two sections from Mail order catalogues.
I decided to keep a tub lashed in the side of the tree house with some of the pages from the catalogues and other pages cut from various women’s and girl’s magazines I had found. I also kept the black panties I had ‘borrowed’ from Elaine’s washing, as I could not keep them in the house.
Some days later, whilst taking a shortcut through the woods near the river, I had came across a pile of rubbish from which I had sifted a serviceable electric motor, but also a magazine. Although it was a bit damp, I took it back to the tree house and managed to dry it out. When I looked at it properly I was aroused more than ever. The writing was all in some foreign squiggly with dots and characters I did not recognise at all. The pictures were the same in any language. The photos showed girls removing their clothes down to undies or, in one case, to nothing at all and then touching their intimate bits. One picture showed a blond lady with a huge pink plastic thing pushed right inside her. I gawped at it. I wished I could read the writing. This I knew was serious pornography. Something I had heard about but had never had the opportunity to see.
I had spread various pictures around the floor of the tree house and held Elaine’s panties as I browsed though the new magazine. When the pain in my groin became too much I reached down to ease the pressure Even as I undid my trousers I felt a surge as I came. I held the little black panties to me and flooded the flimsy cloth. I could not believe the tingling feeling inside.
Wow!
I wiped myself and did my trousers back up. I put the magazines and other pictures away, then pondered the panties. I could not leave them here as they were.
I did manage to sneak them into the house. That night as I had a bath I washed out the panties, then hung them on the back of the radiator in my bedroom to dry.
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