The Philpott Kids: The Boys Place Their Bets and Claire’s Knickers Go On Sale

The gang don’t mind whether they win or lose their bets and Stephen comes to value his sister more.

There was lots of chatter coming from the shed. All the boys had brought their pocket money, like Stephen had told them, but none of them knew why. There were lots of guesses but none of them got it right.

Stephen and Claire were outside and a little apprehensive.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“No it’s okay. I’ll be fine, thanks.”

“Well, remember I’ll be there if you need me.”

“Thanks. I know you’ll keep me safe, but just explain everything to the boys like we rehearsed.”

“Okay, good luck.” Stephen kissed his little sister and they joined the rest of their gang in the hut.

The boys fell silent expecting Stephen to speak, but he took a seat while his younger sister pulled up a crate and stood on it to address them all.

She was on stage with all eyes upon her – just as she liked it.
“Now then gentlemen, you have all made me feel very welcome since I joined your gang.”

The boys felt quite proud of themselves.

“However….”

This sounded serious.

“It has come to my attention that every time we meet you all try to look up my skirt and see my knickers!” She was shouting at them.

The boys shuffled nervously.

“It’s time I put a stop to this.”

Silence.

“You can stop peeking because I’m going let you all see them, right here, right now!”

Sighs of relief and excited chatter.

“Quiet. Quiet” she gushed the crowd. “I bet you all that no one can guess the colour of the knickers I’m wearing right now.”
She paused to let the that sink in, “Stephen will explain the rules.”

He began, “Right, I hope you’ve all brought your money because it’s time to place your bets. You will all get one guess at the colour of the lovely lady’s panties.
You can all bet as much as you like, but it’s an even money bet so if you bet 50p and you win, you’ll get your own 50p back plus another 50p winnings.
On the other hand, f you’re a tight fisted bastard and only bet 20p then you can only win 20p.
Understand?”

Most of the boys got it, but there was a hubbub as they explained it to the others and checked their understanding with Stephen.

“What happens if no one guesses the right colour Steve?”

“Then you have all lost the bet, haven’t you and the lady wins the money.”

“Right, are you ready to place your bets gentlemen? It’s the first time the lady has done this, so if you want her to do it again, I suggest you dig deep and don’t expect to perv on her knickers for free.”

There was more excitement at the suggestion that this might not just be a “one time thing”.

Stephen had played them well. The boys bet as much as they could afford, not only to encourage Claire to do this again, but also because they didn’t want to look like a “tight fisted bastard” that would only wager 20p.

They each put their money in a plant pot while Stephen “kept the book” notimg their stake and the colour they had chosen. Once this was complete it was time for Claire to take charge again.

“Have all the bets been placed, Stephen?” she asked melodramatically.

“Yes. Claire. I can confirm a bets have been placed.” that were building the tension.

“Then it’s time…
to see if we have a winner.”

She took hold of the front of her skirt teasingly.

“Just like last time, gentlemen!”
“All together now!”
“Three!”
“Two!”

She paused for a final time.

“ONE!”

In a flash she’d pulled her skirt as far into the air as she could.
The boys roared their approval and Claire giggled to herself thinking of all the hard little cocks that were pointing in her direction.

She had promised the boys a good show and she kept her word, posing with her underwear on display for a moment before turning her back and bending over to let them see how the knicks stretched across her arse, just like she had last time.
She added a little bum wiggle too just for good measure.

“Do we have a lucky winner?” she shouted over the revelry of the excited boys.

“Yes we do.” announced Stephen.
“The knickers were red, so the winner is” he paused for effect. “Tommy!”

He was delighted of course. He’d only bet 25p because he didn’t get as much pocket money as the older boys, but the excitement of Claire’s performance and being declared a “winner” thrilled him, especially when he got a congratulatory peck on the cheek from the star of the show herself.

The jubilant gang burst out of the shed and headed down to the playing fields. Some of the boys congratulating Tommy but all of them praising Claire.
They told her she was beautiful, sexy, a top girl, a great sport and they hoped she’d do it again soon. None of them seemed to mind that they had just lost a big chunk of that week’s pocket money.

Claire was delighted too. She’d had a great time and earned some extra cash. She was ready to do it all again tomorrow, but Stephen persuaded her to wait when they had a chat that evening.

They counted up her winnings, £4.20, a very healthy sum. She gave some to Stephen for organising the betting and encouraging the boys to dig deep. He reluctantly accepted her gift and explained that the boys wouldn’t be able to afford to bet so much every day, or even every week. He also said that if she did it too often, the boys would start to take it for granted and it wouldn’t feel special anymore. A bit like getting “Creme Eggs” every day instead of just at Christmas.

So, with Claire’s agreement Stephen spoke to the boys and they agreed that she would give them a show once every four weeks. Stephen also made them agree (without Claire’s knowledge) that if anyone mistreated her during her performance, he would get a damn good kicking from the rest of the gang and would be banned from the next show.
He was her big brother after all…

————

The shows went on.

Claire prepared for them carefully. Taking time to pick out our her outfits, reherse what she wanted to say and, of course, choosing the prettiest knickers to reveal to her horny fans.

And “the fans” couldn’t get enough. They bet what they could, and most of them got to win at least once, but it wasn’t the betting or the winning that was important – it was the show and Claire did her best to make sure it was always fresh and saucy.

“Three – two – one – skirt up” was good enough for the early days, but she soon moved on.
She started to take her tape deck so she could give them a sexy dance, which wasn’t easy on a wooden crate.
And sometimes she would be in fancy dress like a wicked witch at Halloween.
But whatever she did, she was always sexy

She was “a natural” and everything was going well down at the shed, but Claire wasn’t so happy at home.

Stephen got back from school one day to find her waiting in his bedroom. He assumed she was there for their daily “tit kissing time” when she would bare her chest and he would kindly provide his services to help her boobs grow.

“Oh hi,” he said, “I’ll just be a minute. Get your top off if you like.”

She did get her top off. Angrily.

“Look at what I’ve had to wear today!”

“Er, well a bra like usual… what’s the matter with that?”

“I’ve had to wear this, thanks to you!”
She reached into her bra and pulled out two wads of tissues.
“I’ve had to pad it haven’t I ? Because you’re not very good at your job. I haven’t got the biggest pair in the class any more have I? Sharon Barker has. And she got her first bra two months after me!”

She paused for breath, but didn’t give Stephen a chance to reply.

“And you know what? She hasn’t even got a brother to kiss them for her!”

“Maybe it’s her boyfr….”

“And she hasn’t got a boyfriend either, smart arse. She’s either a goody two shoes or a lezza because she gets plenty of offers and she turns them all down. But of course she gets plenty of offers – she’s got massive tits hasn’t she!”

“So what are you going to do about it?”
She pulled off her bra.
“These need to be out here! Ok?” She held her hands in front of her chest as though they were cupping a huge bosom.

She was really pissed off and even Stephen needed a moment to gather his wits.

“Ok,” he started with all the calm confidence he could muster, “I’ve heard about this.
It sounds like you’ve got a case of SBS or Shy Breast Syndrome. It can happen when you get them young.”
He started to get into his flow; spinning her a yarn that the hoped she would believe and trying to turn things to his advantage.

“… It’s a psychological thing. You’ve sprouted breasts but none of the other girls in your cohort have.” he was trying to sound like a medical textbook, “Boys are staring at you because you look different. But young girls’ minds don’t want them to be different – they want them to fit in – that’s why you all like to wear the same fashions and listen to the same music. So, because your subconscious doesn’t want you to have larger breasts yet, it isn’t allowing them to develop.”

“How long have you been padding your bra?”

“A couple of weeks, now.”

“Oh dear, that’s the worse thing you could have done?”

“Really?”

“I’m afraid so.
When you pad them, you’re telling your subconscious that you’re ashamed of them and want to cover them up, hide away even.” He was in full bullshit mode now.

“Oh, so what can I do?
Is there a cure for, what did you say it’s called?”

“Shy Breast Syndrome.
Well there isn’t any tablet you can take. I believe scientists are developing a cream, but in the meantime there is a therapy we can try.”

“What’s that. I’ll try anything.”

“Well we need to retrain your subconscious to believe that you are proud of your breasts, you want them to be grow bigger than the other girls in your class, you want boys to like them and stare at them.”

“Yes, that makes sense, so how do we do that?”

“Well you were right.
Just kissing them isn’t going to be enough. We have to tell your brain that they’re really loved, you are proud of them and they’re nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Ok.”

“And we need to stimulate them. Get more blood pumping into your breast tissue to make them grow.”

“Ok, but…”

“I’ll need to massage them, like this.”

His hands got to work, caressing, fondling, squeezing, “Can you feel the blood rushing into them.”

“Oh yes Stephen. I can feel it.”

“And it’s doing them good isn’t it?”

“Yes, it feels like they’re coming to life.”

“And now they need more dynamic stimulus. This may feel a little bit strange, but I’m going to suck them.”

He found her left tit fit snugly into his mouth. He sucked on it forming a satisfying seal as the soft flesh moulded around his lips.

“Ooh, wow. I can feel them stretching. Oh god, that’s brilliant. Do the other one!”

And so they had a new ritual.
Their “tit kissing time” had become “tit kissing, sucking and squeezing time!”

Stephen had got away with it and to his delight Claire started going topless around the house too, or at least braless, when her parents weren’t home. She had decided that it was a good way to tell her subconscious that she wanted boys to notice her tits!

Her brother wasn’t going to argue. He just hoped Mother Nature would make them grow soon!

——-
Fortunately it didn’t take too long for either Mother Nature, or Stephen’s therapy, to oblige and Claire’s self confidence grew, along with her womanly curves.

As far as she was concerned, she was a grown woman and see wasn’t afraid to prove it.

Her monthly performances became even raunchier. Not content with raising her skirt, she decided she was ready to take it take it right off.

Once Stephen had collected all the bets, she switched on her music to play “My Angel is a Centrefold” a more suggestive track than usual. She danced, as seductively as she knew how. Concentrating on her hips, swaying, gyrating rhythmically, in time with the music. She turned her back, showing how the fabric of her tight, red, thigh length skirt hugged the smooth, round contours of her arse. She stroked her own buttocks in slow motion, then looked over her shoulder and winked at boys. She slid one hand up to the waistband, unbuttoned, unzipped and let gravity to do the rest, as wiggled the skirt down to her ankles.

Her silky knickers were on full view, but she knew what the boys wanted. She bent over, pushing her butt out for their pleasure. The gang cheered their appreciation and Claire completed the show by turning to face them and giving them an elegant courtesy.

She’d never taken anything off in front of the boys before, but it feel great. She didn’t feel embarrassed. She felt euphoric! Proud, powerful, grown up. Sexy!

She had given the boys an unexpected treat. New and erotic and it really turned the them on. Once she had finished Tommy announced that he had to step out of shed, saying he “needed a piss” and he wasn’t the only one!

As Glenn helped Claire down from her stage and handed the skirt back to her, she heard Stephen’s voice talking over the other boys.
“Well gentleman, I’m sure you’ll all agree that was lady’s best show EVER! If you’d like to show your appreciation and give her a little tip…” He held out the plant pot.

Glenn was the first to drop in a few more coins and he was soon followed by the others as, once again, no one wanted the “lovely lady” to think they were a “tight fisted bastard.”

Stephen then confirmed that the knickers were pink and Frank was the winner. Nobody paid much attention as he collected his cash and got the customary peck on the cheek from Claire.

Claire was still on a high when she got home.
“That was a great night, wasn’t it?

“Like I said, it was the best ever.” replied her brother. “You were really hot.” He gave her a kiss.

“Did I get lots of tips?”

“Yeah, I haven’t counted them all yet. We ought to make that a regular thing.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. Oh I did a little deal with Frank too.”

“What’s that?”

“He’s buying my knickers.”

“He’s buying your knickers?”

“Yes, he’s buying my knickers. It surprised me too but he says guys do it sometimes.”

“Weird! Did you give them to him at the shed?”

“No silly. He paid me and said I could give them to him at the next meeting.
I didn’t expect me to walk home without any.”

“Very considerate of him. How much did you get?”

“Well I knew he’d won the bet and he’d got a quid, so that’s what I said they’d cost and he paid up straight away. He didn’t even try to get the price down down.”

“Is that a good deal then, I’ve no idea what knickers cost to buy.”

“Yeah it’s a good deal for me! I can buy a pack of five for a pound on the market. If I sold then all for a quid I’d be, erm, four pounds in profit.”

“Interesting.
Some of the lads at school give me a pound just to get a picture of girl in her knicks, I wonder how much they’d pay a real pair.
Why don’t you give me a couple of pairs out of your drawer and I’ll see what I can get?”

“I don’t think clean ones are what they want. Frank said they smell better with a bit of girl sweat on them. Maybe I should get some out of the laundry basket.”

Sigh. “All right, but not too smelly…”

———–

Stephen rushed up to Claire’s room after school.
“They sold straight away.” He told her excitedly. “I got £3 for them!”

“Oh well done. That’s £1.50 each then.”

“No. You get your expenses back first, so that’s 40p for you then we share the profit. I get £1.30 and you get £1.70.”

“If you think that’s fair.”

He nodded, “And I’m sure I can sell more.”

Claire was thoughtful. “Where did you say you’d got them. I don’t want all your friends to know they’re mine. They’ll think I’m some sort of slut.”

“No, don’t worry about that. I told I’m seeing a girl I met on my paper round and we can only get together every now and then. I don’t want to take them in too often in case they guess where they’re coming from.”
He also a businessman who understood “supply and demand” and knew that “flooding the market” would just drive his price down.

“That’s okay then.
How old do they think this girl is.”

“I’ve said she’s a bit older than me. Experienced, if you know what I mean.”

She sucked her teeth.
“We’d better get some more “grown up knickers then, hadn’t we…”

———–
So, Stephen found himself at the market with his little sister…

They were arm in arm like boyfriend and girlfriend. Claire was enjoying his discomfort.
She pushed through the other ladies to browse the lingerie stall.

“What about these, darling?” she shouted, holding up a pack of skimpy knickers.

Stephen nodded and looked away, embarrassed.

“And these, love?”

She shouted loud enough for everybody to hear. “It’ll be £2 altogether is that okay?”

Another awkward nod.

“Pardon. I’m sure they’ll look great on. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Yes, okay love. Whatever you like.”

She made her purchase and returned to her make believe boyfriend.
He slapped her arse, playfully, “You bugger!”

———-
It was almost bedtime when Stephen popped into Claire’s bedroom to give her tits their usual treatment.
She pulled off her dress in readiness.
She wasn’t wearing a bra.
In fact she wasn’t wearing anything, except for a pair of the tiny white knickers that she’d bought that morning.
They were designed to please men and they were certainly doing a very good job.

“Eyes up here,” said Claire pointing at her tits.

Her brother shifted his gaze, “Oh, er, yes, of course.”

He had a great time playing with her tits. The ritual never got old and they were developing nicely. Big enough to fill his hands and too big to fit in his mouth. He got a healthy erection, as usual.

“You know you’ve got lovely tits Claire?” He offered, clumsily.

“Why thank you kid Sir.” She courtsied – it was becoming her thing. “And how do you like my attire this evening, Sir?”

“Erm…. Delightful!” was the best he could come up with.

“I know, I love them.” she enthused, “Do you think I should wear them, you know, for the boys, next time I do a show. I bet I’d get a lot of tips.”

He chuckled, “I’m sure you would but they’re a bit, erm, see through.”
They were too. He could see the dark triangle of her young bush and a hint of her virgin slit.

“Oh really?” She spread her legs and casually looked down at her pussy. “That’s a shame.”
She peeled them off and handed them to her brother.
“You’d better sell them then. I think they’ve got enough “girl sweat” on them now.”

She was naked.
Stephen hadn’t ever seen her naked since they were little.
And he’d never seen a pussy – despite his best efforts to court Andrea Booth.
Now he was looking at a bare pussy.
His little sister’s bare pussy.
It was a moment he wouldn’t forget.
But it was only a moment.
She turned and walked across the room to her underwear drawer.
He was looking at a naked girl’s bottom.
The first one he’d seen
Smooth, round, firm and beautiful.
And it was his little sister’s.
His naked little sister’s.
She turned sideways to slip on another pair of panties, her bare breasts swaying as she slid the knickers up to her hips, pulling them as high as she could so they stretched tightly over her pussy.

“Are these better?” She asked.

Stephen took the opportunity to stare at her crotch. The knickers were also see through but they were black and didn’t display her dark pubes quite so obviously.

“Yes, they’re a bit more modest. I thing they’re still too sexy for the rest of the boys though.”
He went back to his room, knickers in hand.

Claire giggled after he’d gone.
She hadn’t intended to flash her brother. She’d taken her knickers off without thinking, but once she was naked it felt fine.

She wasn’t embarrassed.
She enjoyed Stephen’s gaze and thought his discomfort was funny, just like at the market.
She was pleased to see the tent in his trousers.
She had made that happen.
She, with her beautiful, sexy body.
She was happy to let a boy, she liked, see her naked body.
Her mum had told it was nothing to be ashamed of.
It was what all the big girls did.
That’s why she had put her on the pill.

——–
Stephen was in his own room, hastily getting his trousers down and grabbing a hand full of tissue paper.
He had never wanked over his sister before, but what he had just seen was going to keep him going for months!

He worked his hand up and down furiously, desperate for relief. He was close to his peak when he remembered the used panties in his hand. He put them to his his nose and inhaled…

Wow!

The tissue was soaked in an instant.
He’d be buying those panties himself.

————

He couldn’t get Claire off his mind, the next day, and after seeing her naked he wanted her to be more than just his sister.

He had something he wanted to ask her, but he wasn’t sure whether he dared. Eventually, after servicing her tits, he went for it?

“Will you suck my cock for me?”

———

More in the next part….

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