I Was That Little Shit!
There I was, a teen, back in the 70s, my aunt would go on vacation for a week with her entire family and I would house sit. Everyone knew I did it because they had cable and all the channels. They were not out of town before I was going through her drawers, and sniffing her drawers. She had sensible underwear and a 38D rack on a thin frame. She still had bustiers with garters and nylons that I attributed more to her not throwing them away than being sexy, I could be wrong. My best thrill was my cousin who was a year older than me. She was a sexpot blonde cheerleader and sexy as hell. Years earlier she fixed me up with her cheerleader outfit for Halloween, complete with pantyhose! Digging through the clothes hamper was nirvana! I was inhaling her bikini panties as I nutted in her mom's (aunty) satiny panties. Bonus time was going through all her pictures of her and the other cheerleaders in the locker room many in bra and panties, many very suggestive with slight bush and lip slips, but no outright nudity, and from sleep overs with them in sheer nighties and panties exposing nipples and bush.
They were very pleased and amazed that I even did their laundry the night before they came home, when I did my own laundry, I explained, they kept the laundry hamper in their one bathroom. (I also always snooped when visiting, often rubbing one out in mere minutes.) They jokingly suggested I could do the dirty laundry they had just brought home!
This little shit got them good. Late night HBO and Cinemax was just a minor perk.
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