The Philpott Kids – Show us Your Knickers!

We met Claire and Stephen in the “Cousins at Play”. I thought they deserved their own story. It is just the first part so no one’s getting shagged yet

Everybody knew the Philpotts.
Dad, Arthur was a bookmaker. It was a cash-on-hand kind of business and he was never short of a bob or too.

His wife, Beryl, was a mother and housewife, like most women in the 1970’s. She had married young and wasn’t really a homemaker, spending most of her days sitting in her garden, smoking and gossiping with her neighbours over the fence.

She enjoyed the high life and liked her nights out. So did Arthur and he would often take her out of town to a restaurant, or a dance hall or to see a show, without the risk of bumping into any of his disgruntled punters.

So their children, Stephen and his younger sister Claire were often left to fend for themselves.

They were well known in the community too. Confident and independent for their age, they were what some people would call “a couple of scamps” but others would see as a right pain in the arse!

Stephen was a big lad with a ready wit and quick feet – which was useful if he had to talk his way out of trouble or run off when he was up to no good! An “Artful Dodger” character, he crafty was and cunning, always looking for a way to make a bob or two himself.

His most profitable rouse had been when he borrowed a Cub Scout uniform from a friend and spent the Easter holidays going door to door during “Bob a Job Week”, offering to do odd jobs to raise money for charity. His “employers” were generous but, of course, the only “good cause, that ever saw their cash was Stephen’s piggy bank!

His little sister, Clare, would often join him in his schemes – keeping watch while he stole apples from the garden of the big house next to the church, or distracting the shop assistant while he raided the “pick and mix” sweet counter at Woolworths.
He always let Claire have a share of the bounty, but took the rest into school to sell.
He also gave her 5p for every old newspaper she could bring home. He said he could sell them at school too, but never told her how…

Claire was three years Stephen’s junior and adored him. As there parents didn’t give them much attention she was always tagging along with him. She had her own interests too though and loved to sing and dance and draw. She was a tall, pretty girl, the oldest in her class at school and her mum always made sure she was dressed nicely (lavishing money on her children instead of time). With her social confidence and easy charm it was inevitable that she would become the most popular girl in her year and she relished the attention.

Claire had no shortage of girl friends but she was a bit of a “Tom boy” and much preferred the company of her big brother and the boys. They always seemed to have better adventures and they didn’t hold grudges like the girls – if boys fell out they’d have a scrap and put it all behind them, but girls could let a dispute stretch out for months and every one of their friends would have to take a side.
Boys were much easier to get on with.

Sometimes, though, Stephen just wanted to hang out with his mates and would leave Claire at home, but one day she didn’t want to be alone and decided to follow him.

She trailed him across the housing estate, hiding in doorways and behind lampposts like a spy on TV. She must have looked comical to passers by, but it worked and her big brother never spotted her. Eventually he reached the allotments where all the old men grew vegetables. He joined about half a dozen other boys – most of them were big boys, like Stephen and Claire hadn’t seen them before.
They all disappeared into one of sheds.

She didn’t know what they were doing but she new she wanted to join in, so she summoned up her 8 year old courage and knocked on the door.
She heard someone release the bolt and then got a peek inside as it was opened a little way.

“What do you want?” asked one of the big boys that Claire didn’t know.

“I’d like to come in and play please.”

“Bugger off.” the door was slammed, but not bolted.

She pushed it open, as far as she dared, “Please. I don’t want to play house and dolls with the other girls. I won’t be any trouble, I can climb trees and I’m a good look out if you… well if you ever need one, just ask Stephen.”

“Bloody hell Steve, is this your sister?”

“Yeah, God knows how she found our hideout. The cheeky sod must have followed me. She is a good look out though and a great decoy if you’re nicking stuff. No one suspects a pretty little girl do they?”

Claire didn’t like being called a “cheeky sod”, but Stephen had said she was “pretty” and seemed to be taking her side. “See I can be useful and I know how to play football too and I’m tall so I don’t mind going in goal.” She knew most boys didn’t like being stuck in goal.

“But we don’t have girls in our gang!” insisted the boy who had opened the door.

“Hang on”, came a calm voice from the back, “We need a goalkeeper and she is Steve’s sister.”

“She must be pretty brave too,” added another voice, “it takes guts to push your way in when Frank’s told you to bugger off. Perhaps we can let her stay.”

The boys formed a huddle to debate Claire’s future. She couldn’t hear it all but it became apparent that they might let her join their gang after all.

“She’ll have prove she’s worthy though,” she heard over the hubbub, “do a, what do they call it?”

“An initiation.”

“Yeah that’s it. What could she do?”

“She could show us her knickers!” was the excited suggestion. It was Tommy’s idea. Claire knew him. He was about her age but went to a different school. He was younger and smaller than the other boys, but it was his dad’s shed so they let him join in.

“What do you think Steve?” asked the calm voice. “Would that be okay?”

He thought for moment, looking over to his little sister. Claire nodded and mouthed “please”.

Stephen nodded too, “If it’s okay with her, it’s okay with me, but behave yourselves.
I’m warning you!” he added with a hint of menace.

“Ok Claire you heard the deal. If you want to join our gang, you’ll have to show us your knickers. What do say?” asked the big boy that she now knew was called Frank.

“Deal.” she replied with all the confidence she could muster.

The boys shuffled to the back, sitting on sacks, workbenches and anything else that offered a comfortable vantage point.

Claire pulled up a wooded crate that would become her stage.

She wasn’t worried about showing her knickers. She knew it was supppsed to be naughty, but it was no different to wearing a swimming costume at the town baths or a leotard in her dance show. And anyway, Stephen was there and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her.

So she stepped up onto her makeshift stage and took hold the front of her skirt. All eyes were on her and she was enjoying the attention. “Are you ready?” She didn’t wait for an answer, “One, two, three!”

She pulled her skirt up.
Right up.
Revealing her cute little girl panties decorated with pictures of Tinkabel, the fairy from Disney’s “Peter Pan”. She let them all have a good look, keeping her skirt high for their viewing pleasure

The boys were silent for a moment, then a cheer broke out and applause.
Claire was delighted.

“Show us the back too.” cried
Tommy, pushing his luck.

Claire was happy to oblige, turning around carefully on her little stage, bending over and flipping her skirt right up to display her knicker clad bottom to the cheering gang of lucky lads.

“Pull ’em down, let’s see your bum! Ow! Fuck what was that for?” Tommy was rubbing his head, close to tears.

“You know what the fuck it’s for, you little shit! I warned you all before we started! Show’s over! Get down Claire!” She did as her brother told her, surprised at the sudden change of mood and shocked at her brother’s language.

Fortunately the boy with calm voice restored order. “Well that was a great show. I think Claire just passed her initiation test with flying colours. What do you think lads?”

They all agreed.

“Welcome to the gang Claire, I’m Glenn,” he told her shaking her hand.

The other boys followed suit. It felt strange to shake Stephen’s hand, but she thought it must be the kind of thing that boys do.

Tommy was last in line, as he shook Claire’s and Glenn asked him if he had anything to say to her. He got hint, “Sorry I asked you to pull your knickers down, I… shouldn’t have done that I just got a bit over excited, sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’ll forgive you.”

“Sorry Steve.” Tommy added.

“No problem, just don’t let it happen again.”

And that was that.
Order was restored
Stephen and Tommy had made peace.
And Claire was in the gang.

She tried to get to know the boys as they walked to the park. Some of them were showing off to try to impress her, whilst others kept their distance, being shy around girls.
Stephen kept a wary eye on proceedings, ready to intervene once more if any of his friends forgot their manners. He needn’t have worried though, as Glenn appointed himself as her guardian. He wasn’t the oldest boy, or the biggest, but he was sensible and the others listened to him.

When they got to the park he offered to push her on the swing. Once she was high enough he went to sit on the grass, with the others. They were chatting and enjoying the sun, but they were also eyeing Claire’s skirt as it caught in the breeze, hoping to get another glimpse of her Tinkabel.

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Over the coming months, Claire gradually settled into the gang.
She kept her word.
She wasn’t any trouble.
She always stayed in goal when they played football.
And she was a good look-out and decoy when the boys needed one, but that didn’t happen very often.

The boys were beginning to accept her as one of the gang, but it couldn’t change the facts.
She was a girl.
She was a pretty girl.
She was a pretty girl who wasn’t afraid to show them her knickers!

Things in the gang changed now she was around.
Footballs started to get stuck in trees (all the time) and, apparently, it was the goalie’s job to climb up after them, whist her teammates stood below and looked up her skirt.
Leapfrog became popular, but not as popular acrobatics like handstands and cartwheels. It turned out the Claire was really good at these and the boys loved to watch her demonstrations.

Of course she knew they were all staring at the her knickers. She didn’t mind. She loved the attention. She always made sure she was wearing nice knicks when the gang met up. She secretly hoped that they would ask her to climb up on the crate again and give them a show – the very thought of it gave her nice feelings in her “special place”, but, of course they never asked her – maybe they were scared of Stephen

The closest she got to a repeat performance was the one time she wore jeans. The boys decided the gang should play in the river, so everybody’s trousers had to come off.
Claire had little interest in seeing the boys’ smelly pants, but they all stole glances as she peeled her bottoms off and let them see her polka dot panties. They all noticed how the thin cotton clung to her curves once it got wet.
They also noticed Claire’s bottom was becoming quite shapely and giving all the boys nice feelings in their own “special places.”

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It was shortly after Claire’s ninth birthday and she was dancing in her bedroom when her big brother let himself in. Stephen didn’t have to knock, Claire wasn’t shy around him.

“Hi duck, do you have a minute?” he asked.

Claire turned off the music and sat on the bed next to him.

Stephen continued, “Did you and mum go on a special, secret shopping trip at the weekend?”

Claire giggled and smiled, “Yes.” she said sheepishly.

“I thought so. Did she get you something new to wear.”

She nodded her head, stifling her smile.

“Are you wearing it now?”

Nods and giggles.

“Well let’s see if I can guess what it is? Stand up and let me look at you.”

She stood straight and tall.

“Erm. Wellingtons?”

“No, silly!”

“A crash helmet?”

She smacked her brother on the shoulder, playfully. “Stop it! Have a proper guess.”

“Erm, not a crash helmet then?”

“No.”

“She must have bought you a…… bra! then.”

“Yes!” she shouted, excited.
“I’m the first girl in my class to get one, do want to see?”

She didn’t wait for a reply, but pulled her top over her head and cast it aside proudly showing off the “grown up” cream garment that she wasn’t supposed to let the boys see.

But she couldn’t wait to throw that off too, and display her brand new tits. “Do you like them?”

They were only tiny titlets, off course. Just spongy bumps with pink little nips, but Stephen said, “Yes they’re lovely.”

“They are aren’t they. You can touch them if you like.”

He touched them carefully, cautiously. He was only twelve and they were the first ones he’d ever felt. He liked it.
“Very nice” he said noticing the nipples grow and point towards him.

Claire was liking it too. “Oh yes it is nice. I like it when you touch them. I haven’t let anybody else do that. I can’t wait till they’re as big as mum’s. They might get even bigger.”

“I could help with that.
I mean, only if you want me too.” offered Stephen, playing the kindly older brother.

“Could you? How?”

“Well they like to get kissed and the more they get kissed the more they grow.” He was a cunning and convincing liar.

“Oh, let’s try that then.” she pushed her chest out to receive Stephen’s puckered lips. “Oooh that feels good, it tickles though.”

“I could kiss them every day of you like.”

“Would you?
That’ll make them grow really quickly, won’t it
You’re a great brother.
Thanks.”

Stephen, felt a bit guilty when she said that, but it didn’t take him long to get over it. Naked tits on tap every day. What more could a boy ask for?

Claire was keen to see them grow and so was Stephen, so they made sure they had “tit kissing time” at least once a day, every day.

They were a few months into their new ritual when the little girl / young lady skipped into her brother’s room ready for his attention, but Stephen looked troubled, rubbing his hands with a pained expression.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just got into trouble at school.” That wasn’t unusual, but Stephen’s reaction was.

“Are you sure? You don’t look alright.”

“Ok, don’t tell mum or dad but I got whacked on the hands, with a ruler. It hurt like hell.”

“Oh you poor thing. Why did they do that?”

“If you must know I pulled Andrea Booth’s skirt up so I could look at her knickers.”

“Did she tell on you? The bitch?”

“No, the dinner lady saw it and reported me to Mr Brownlow. He said I was a rude little boy and I was lucky I wasn’t getting the cane. Then he whacked me with a wooden ruler.”

“How many did you get?”

“Two on each hand. And I had to apologise to Andrea.”

“What did she say? Was she angry?”

“No, she said she didn’t mind. I think she likes me. She would probably have shown me her knickers if I’d asked her, Anyway we’re going to the school disco together on Friday.”

“So it wasn’t all bad then.”

“No and I won my bet too.”

“What bet?”

I bet Gary that Andrea was wearing blue knickers and he guessed white, so I had to look up her skirt to see who was right.”

“Lucky they were blue, then.”

“I knew they were blue, I’d spotted them when I saw her on the stairs earlier.”

“Sneaky.”
“Anyway I are you going to kiss these or not?”
She bared her chest.

Claire sat silently for a moment while Stephen did his duty. It felt nice like it always did. She looked down at him, “Why do boys love girls’ knickers so much?”

Her brother was so surprised by the question that he abandonded her boobs.

“Well they’re sexy aren’t they?”

“What do you mean sexy?”

He didn’t want get into the “birds and bees” conversation, so he chose his words carefully. “Well when a boy see’s a pretty girl in her underwear, or in the nude, it er, makes him feel nice. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to see her, just thinking about it’s enough.”

“Is that what makes boy’s willies stick out?”

“Who told you that?”

“Well, girls talk. And I’ve seen what happens to the boys when I do handstands and my skirt falls down or when we play in the river. You’ve all got your willies sticking out. You think I don’t notice.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. We can’t help it. It just happens all on it’s own. We can’t control it. It feels really good though.”

“Erm, is it just boys or grown ups too.”

“All men, as far as I know. It’s why the “Benny Hill Show” and the “Carry On Films” are so popular.”

“They’re funny aren’t they?”

“Yes they’re funny but most men watch them to see the pretty girls in their undies.
And you know all those old newspapers you’ve been getting for me?”

“Yeah, you sell them at school don’t you?”

“Well, yes and no.
I go through the papers looking for any pictures of girls in bikinis or showing their knickers or bras or… you know topless. I cut them out and boys buy them, or pay me just to look at them.”

“I didn’t know that.” She bit her lip, “How much do they pay?”

“I usually make at least a quid a week.”

“Really? Boys pay you that much just to make their willies stick out?”

She thought for a moment.
“You said you a Gary had a bet on the colour of that girl’s knickers. Did you bet money?”

“Yes 50p.”

“Um, that’s a week’s pocket money.”
“Do you think the boys would like to bet on the colour of my knickers, Stephen?”

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We’ll find out in the next part….

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