Bikini Boy

I was the boy my father had hoped for after 3 daughters before me. Life in our suburban middle class two-story house was as normal as anyone else's. My dad was a loving father bringing me up and doing the things a father likes to do with his son – baseball, fishing, camping, working the garage. Then came the divorce. The fights, the yelling & screaming about the "other woman" resounded through the house & the kids tried not to listen. Then he was gone. All of our lives changed dramatically after dad left. It was a devastating thing to endure as a family and it left me with a house full of females to find my own way.

My sisters were the most beautiful girls that any could ever be and I always had to live in the shadow of feminine influence. Many people said I looked just like my sisters, with the same hair and soft pale skin. Perhaps this atmosphere influenced me greater than I realized. When I was quite younger my sisters would dress me up in girls clothing and make me sit at their silly tea parties. Feminine milieu was everywhere; bras, panties, stockings, dresses, hair brushes, blow dryers – anything and everything feminine were always scattered around the house and in the laundry.

After dad was gone and I was late in my teen years, I was alone one day, a rarity, and tooling around in the basement. In the junk room I was looking for something, a baseball mitt or the like and stumbled into a box of dad's old girlie magazines. For a boy it was like finding gold at the end of a rainbow. I perused a few of them and grabbed a handful to head to my room to masturbate.

As I was walking by the laundry room with my treasures I spied a few baskets of clean and dirty laundry. Something caught my eye. Out of curiosity I picked up a particularly silky pair of satin string bikini panties. I set down my magazines and opened one up to a nice photo spread of ravishing naked women. The panties felt strange to the touch and I felt an erotic urge rise in my crotch. I lifted them to my face and a faint trace of sultry feminine aroma floored my being.