The Time I Let My Sister Pants Me
Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2025 3:26 pm
First a bit of backstory:
Growing up we had a swimming pool at my grandma’s house that we would often swim in during the summer. At some point, I don’t remember when it started, my older sister started to find it very funny to try and pull down my trunks in the pool. She was never very sneaky about it, so I always saw it coming and reacted in time to stop them being pulled down. As I got a bit older, I began to develop an interest in what I would later come to know as ENM and CFNM. Eventually, inevitably, my sister’s attempts at pantsing me led to me starting to imagine what it would be like if I didn’t see her coming, if I didn’t react in time. I found myself enjoying those thoughts more and more.
One summer, my sister(17 at the time), her bff(also 17) who I had known my whole life, and I(13) were swimming. We had been in the pool for a while already (I don’t remember exactly how long, let’s just say it was long enough if you take my meaning). We were standing chest deep in the water. I think we were talking about something, but I don’t remember for sure. My memory of events leading up to this is fuzzy compared to how vividly I remember what happened next. Anyway, I was standing there facing them and they were both facing me when my sister lunged for my shorts. There wasn’t any warning before she did it, but she was also characteristically unsubtle about it too. Had I reacted immediately I probably could have stopped her. Everything went into slow motion as I thought about the times she had tried before and the imagined scenarios those attempts had inspired. I don’t know if it was hormones or what, but in that moment I made a snap decision: I made myself hesitate.
Everything happened quickly after that. I felt her hands grab my waistband, then I felt my shorts go all the way down to my ankles. My sister had to go underwater to do it, so she almost certainly had a clear, close up view. I’m not entirely sure how much the bff saw, she was still standing with her head above water, but there was probably at least a moment where the only thing between my private bits and her eyes was the somewhat disturbed surface of the crystal clear pool water. Because I’m sure some of you will want to know, I’ll add that I am on the lower end of average size at the best of times as an adult, so back then, after an hour in the pool, you can probably imagine.
I quickly pulled my trunks up, they laughed, I blushed, and we went on with our day. Neither of them has ever said anything about it to me, which is why I am uncertain exactly how much they saw or what they thought. And that’s my story, hope you enjoyed it.
Growing up we had a swimming pool at my grandma’s house that we would often swim in during the summer. At some point, I don’t remember when it started, my older sister started to find it very funny to try and pull down my trunks in the pool. She was never very sneaky about it, so I always saw it coming and reacted in time to stop them being pulled down. As I got a bit older, I began to develop an interest in what I would later come to know as ENM and CFNM. Eventually, inevitably, my sister’s attempts at pantsing me led to me starting to imagine what it would be like if I didn’t see her coming, if I didn’t react in time. I found myself enjoying those thoughts more and more.
One summer, my sister(17 at the time), her bff(also 17) who I had known my whole life, and I(13) were swimming. We had been in the pool for a while already (I don’t remember exactly how long, let’s just say it was long enough if you take my meaning). We were standing chest deep in the water. I think we were talking about something, but I don’t remember for sure. My memory of events leading up to this is fuzzy compared to how vividly I remember what happened next. Anyway, I was standing there facing them and they were both facing me when my sister lunged for my shorts. There wasn’t any warning before she did it, but she was also characteristically unsubtle about it too. Had I reacted immediately I probably could have stopped her. Everything went into slow motion as I thought about the times she had tried before and the imagined scenarios those attempts had inspired. I don’t know if it was hormones or what, but in that moment I made a snap decision: I made myself hesitate.
Everything happened quickly after that. I felt her hands grab my waistband, then I felt my shorts go all the way down to my ankles. My sister had to go underwater to do it, so she almost certainly had a clear, close up view. I’m not entirely sure how much the bff saw, she was still standing with her head above water, but there was probably at least a moment where the only thing between my private bits and her eyes was the somewhat disturbed surface of the crystal clear pool water. Because I’m sure some of you will want to know, I’ll add that I am on the lower end of average size at the best of times as an adult, so back then, after an hour in the pool, you can probably imagine.
I quickly pulled my trunks up, they laughed, I blushed, and we went on with our day. Neither of them has ever said anything about it to me, which is why I am uncertain exactly how much they saw or what they thought. And that’s my story, hope you enjoyed it.
