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Daddy’s Girl Part 1

Tiffany had always been a sweet, loving girl. She and I had always shared a special father daughter bond, especially since her mother left and it was just the two of us. She was a true daddy’s girl, and I loved supporting her as she grew up. But as she grew into her teenage years, and began to develop more fully as a woman, I knew she was going to be different from most other girls. Despite being incredibly pretty, she never dated any guys, saying that she wouldn’t want to spend so much time away from me. Instead of going out with her friends and doing typical teenage girl things, she stayed at home, always asking to spend more time with me. By the time she was nearing 17, I knew she was attracted to me, and I had to decide what I was going to do.

Tiffany was an incredibly beautiful girl, and nearly every guy at her school had tried everything in the book to catch her attention, but it wasn’t entirely because of her face. Her boobs had grown in very early, and they were extremely large. she had two huge, perky tits, and nearly every shirt she owned displayed a borderline pornographic amount of cleavage. Her ass was big and round as well, filling in her tight leggings extremely well, and swaying tantalizingly behind her as she walked. To add onto this, she worked out diligently every morning, so her body was tight and fit, despite being incredibly curvaceous. 

I’m her father, but even I had to admit that her body was attractive, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that I spent so much time with her. But as I came to understand that she was attracted and extremely obedient and loyal to me, I knew that the problem was going to resolve itself rather soon. I started gradually increasing the strictness of my rules for her to test the waters. She followed all of them to a tee, even some of the more ridiculous ones, so I knew I was going to be fine. I started getting a bit more handsy with her as well. Nothing overt or sexual, but I would give her little shoulder massages often, rest my hands around her hips while she would be doing something, and pulling her closer to me on the couch.

But as obedient as she was, I needed for her to break the rules once so I could establish firmly my position of dominance. There was a movie she had talked about seeing with her friends for a long time, so, knowing she would go to see it no matter what, I told her she was not allowed. She protested, and once I feigned leaving the house to go to a business dinner, she snuck out. I didn’t mind of course, I really didn’t want to stop her from having her fun, but I waited eagerly in the living room for her return. Thinking I wouldn’t be home, she entered through the front door and instantly turned red the second she saw me.

“Oh… Daddy I was just outside doing some… uh…”

“You snuck out, even though I told you you weren’t allowed to go see that movie didn’t you, Tiffany?”

“Uhm…” She looked at the floor bashfully, “I’m really sorry Daddy, I just wanted to…”

I cut her off, “Tiffany, I love you, but I have these rules for a reason, and you have to listen to what I tell you. And if you don’t listen to the rules, you have to be punished for being a bad girl. Come over here.”

She came over to me, and I looked her over. “What you did was very naughty Tiffany. I think if you’re going to act like a child and break the rules I’m going to punish you like a child. You’re going to get a spanking young lady.”

She turned even more red, “But Daddy! I’m 17!”

“Are you disobeying me more Tiffany?”

“No Daddy…”

“Ok then. I’ll try and make this as painless as possible. I inwardly shivered, excited for this next moment. I gripped the waist of her black leggings and pulled them down. She was wearing a bright pink pair of panties that hugged her ass beautifully. I had seen her wear swimsuits, so I knew how shapely her ass was, but being this close to it was another level. I grabbed her shoulders and bent her over my knee, hiking her perfect ass up in the process. I raised my hand back and smacked the soft flesh, having to stop my mouth from watering as I watched the jiggle that occurred after.

“Ow Daddy!”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, but this is your own doing.” I raised my hand back and smacked her ass again, repeating the process several times until her ass was bright red on both cheeks. I had expected some tears or winces of pain, but what I instead found was my daughter trying to conceal a smile as I looked at her face. Good, that erased any possible doubts I may have still had. 

“Now honey I’ve got a new rule. Since I can’t trust you won’t sneak out, you’re going to have to sleep in my bed from now on, ok?”

Her face lit up, “Really?” She quickly caught herself and tried to feign sadness, “Aw man… If you say so daddy.” She waited a few seconds, still not having pulled up her leggings, “So when’s bedtime?”

“Now sweetheart. Get ready and we’ll go to bed.” She did as I asked. Later that night I smiled as I watched her sleep, knowing that everything was going to go exactly according to plan.

Throughout the next year, I kept training my daughter to be obedient, and we kept enjoying more and more time together. I thought I would have to pull her away from her friends with rules, but she voluntarily pulled away, electing to spend even more time with me at home.

Soon, her 18th birthday came around. As I hoped, she requested that we spend the night celebrating alone, and we did. I made her a nice dinner, and she had a cake.I was cleaning up the kitchen and she was still sitting at the table, idly checking her phone.

“You know, you’re an adult now. I can’t really tell you what to do anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be silly Daddy. I’m still your little girl and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

I smiled. “Good girl. Now you sit tight and Daddy will go fetch your present, ok?”

I went into my bedroom and retrieved a small gift wrapped in pink paper. I walked back into the other room and handed it to her. 

“Go ahead and open it sweety.”

“Ok! Thank you daddy!”

She tore into the wrapping paper, and took the lid off the small box. She reached inside and pulled out matching pink string thong and “bra”. She looked at me with eyes full of a level of excitement I hadn’t expected.

“Daddy… I really like these… and I think I know why you got them for me. I’m gonna go put them on Daddy.”

I nodded and watched her quickly leave with the lingerie. She came back, and my mouth nearly hit the floor. The string bra covered nearly nothing, barely managing to hide her nipples as the rest of her tits hung virtually free. The thong strained to cover her pussy, and let her gorgeous white ass sway behind her. 

“Daddy… how do I look?”

“Very pretty honey.” My mouth was dry, and the words were difficult to form. 

She walked towards me, ass swaying and tits threatening to pop out if hit by a stiff breeze. “Daddy… I’m an adult now… and I want to do adult things with you.” She looked up at me hopefully, biting her lip.

“I know I’m your little girl but… Daddy you make me so horny, and I wanna make you feel good too…”

I put my fingers under her chin and made her look in my eyes. “It’s ok Tiffany, I want to do it too.” I took the leap and kissed her. My tongue slid over my daughter’s, and, no longer able to contain myself I ran my hands over her soft body. I slapped her ass, and pulled her tits from the feeble strings straining to contain them. I marveled briefly at how pretty her pink nipples were, and then wasted no time in filling my mouth with one. I suckled her tit for a while before pushing her down onto her knees and undoing my belt.

“Oh god yes Daddy I want your cock in my mouth so baaaaaaaad…” She moaned as she reached her hand down and began toying with herself.

I pulled out my cock, and as soon as she saw it she began to kiss and lick all along its length. The feeling of her hot breath and slippery, wet tongue were heaven, and soon she slid my whole cock into her mouth and down her throat. I fucked her mouth for a long while, grabbing onto the back of her head and forcing myself down, and she uttered no complaint, just moans of pleasure, stifled slightly by the cock that was in her mouth. I shot my cum down her throat, and pulled out to let us both catch our breath.

“Oh Daddy… you taste so goooood….” she panted.

“Come into the bedroom honey. Daddy’s gonna stuff your little pussy with this cock.”

She practically sprinted into the bedroom, and was sitting on the edge of the bed by the time I got there. I looked at her completely naked, pale body, and marveled at her perfect tits and curves. 

“How do you want me daddy?”

“Get on all fours sweetheart.”

She smiled and obeyed, and I quickly started fucking her. Her moans of pleasure only heightened the urgency of my thrusts, and I began furiously plowing her. I relished the heat and tightness of my daughter’s pussy, and was made only harder by the sight of her tits swaying back and forth as I fucked her. 

As I came close to finishing, Tiffany herself already having climaxed twice from what I could tell, I pulled out and flipped her over, shooting my cum all over her perfect tits.

We fucked throughout the night, each enjoying it more than anything else we had ever experienced, before we eventually got tired and Tiffany fell asleep. I smiled as I ran my hand down her sleeping body, knowing that this was only the first step in her full conversion to my perfect toy.

To be continued in Part 2

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Title: Wrong Text (Brother/Sister; Wrong Text Series: First Story)

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My brother was my boyfriend: When I was 15 middle of high school I was getting tired of all the boys being dumb and just tired with dating the only guy I really liked and I felt like her really knew me was my brothers Nick and one Saturday I was at home just me and him watching tv in my pantys as always and I cuddled up with him he always gave the best hugs and cuddles I told him how I felt and he said to me well I would love to have a girl like you as my girlfriend your not some dumb girl I said jokingly well do you want to be my boyfriend and he said yes I would love to i didn’t think he would have said yes he could get any girl he wanted and he was serious about it so we started dating we didn’t tell anyone but we would go on little trips because he could drive and we would tell people we are dating and get rooms together and it was great fun we it was so nice being about to show are love in public holding hands kissing and having sex as load as we wanted to every night he would lay me down and pound me into the bed and fill me full of cum we would leave the room the next day and the people in the room next to are would always say sounds like you to had fun last night with a little laugh it was always a older couple even to this day every year my brother and I go on a trip together as boyfriend and girlfriend or like the last trip husband and wife as long as you have rings no one asks and you get great rooms i love my brother so much we all Ways have a great time and his cock lady’s oh my god is it long every time he fucks my ass I swear i can taste it on my tongue lol and he loves to fill his little sisters ass and tight little vagina with cum has great ❤

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Memories! One of my first posts of submissions and still super popular….

This brother brought his sister camping and convinced her to give into the incest urges. You can see the resemblance in their faces.

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Was outside having a smoke when I had to pee, so I pulled my camera out and started rewetting my pants right there on the road. I was outside doing that earlier, too, and in the middle of peeing myself a woman walked by who looked like she was in need of a toilet, too. I love public wetting (:

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Sisters

(This story contains taboo themes)  

Ever since he was a little boy he’d enjoy secretly sneaking into his sisters bedroom and putting on her underwear. He knew it was naughty even then, but, it gave him a lovely feeling. The conventional world would be shocked by how young he was when doing it. It seems if you’re at all sexual under the age of consent, it’s deemed abnormal and to be hidden away not to be discussed.  He was obviously aroused doing it, not that he knew what that meant, he just knew how exciting, how pleasurable it was laying under her bed with her knickers on was aroused.

He stopped and started over the years, but once he hit around the age of puberty the temptation to do it just became stronger and took over. By then his sister was around 17 and had started to buy more adult underwear, hold-ups, stockings, sheerer underwear, more lace. This encouraged hi still more, whenever she was out, her draws became his playground. He loved having the house to himself to be able to indulge; slipping stockings or tights slowly up his legs after putting on her lace knickers, playing, as he called it until release. Followed by guilt for doing it, but the guilt would always give way to the arousal and he’d find himself delving again. You can’t have pleasure without some guilt he found. The temptation to enjoy gorgeous feeling of being hard in a pair of her knickers was too much temptation. Or even better how tights, smoothed close over his skin, hard and restricted beneath was exquisite.

He didn’t want to be a girl, as confusing as it was early on, was he gay he wondered? But no, he loved women, girls,  he didn’t want to actually be one. I was the forbidden pleasure of it all, indulging a side of himself to feel like a girl for a moment, aroused, to give-in to a side of himself, a different version of himself. He’d lay slowly masturbating pressing against the bed and circling for as long as possible, desperate to make it last. Or stroking over the thin material feeling himself underneath. Then, unable to stop, he’d fill them with his cum. Then realise the mess he’d made and have to try hand wash them, drying them as fast as he could with a hairdryer before replacing them hoping she wouldn’t notice. It was always his sisters he played in, perhaps it was the ease of access. He never once did it with his mothers. He once tried with his step-mothers, taking the risk one afternoon. But his sisters were better, and besides, fitted him.

He carried on doing it, perhaps stopping, then the desire returned and repeated for that high. Of course, it was bound to happen eventually. One afternoon, sure he had the house to himself having heard the front door go and in a state of being far too horny, furtive, going through his ritual of having told himself not to several times - which always seemed to make things worse rather than better. The more you deny the more you want. He had snuck in his sisters room and after digging through her draws, excited by what he would find.  He dropped undid his jeans had slipped on a pair of black sheer knickers with his eyes closed feeling the silky material slip over him, shuddering with pleasure, he was completely unaware of the door opening…

“Oh, hello”, he heard his sister’s surprised voice and an amused giggle “enjoying yourself are we?”.

His heart jumped through the roof in a panic not knowing what to do!  He’d be found out, his face went red as he scrabbled to find his jeans off the floor to hold in-front of him. His eyes wide he turned “god, sorry I, I, I” with crossed her arms and a smile leaning against the door frame. She just looked at him, “Yes?” raising an eyebrow, enjoying it, wondering what his explanation could possibly be?! Nearly in tears he blurted out “ I, I, I, ran out of underwear”  she swallowed back a laugh, “ you ran out of underwear?” a playful grin upon her face “well, they suit you” she smirked, coming in and sitting on the bed, dropping her bag.

He was about to dart out of the room when she held his wrist knowing she was being mean, “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to say anything” she looked at him sympathetically. There was something in the way she looked that made his heart slow a little but not completely. He was still standing in her room with her knickers on, his sisters panties. She didn’t seem to be freaked out, but it was still humiliating  “sorry” he said again. She stood up “I don’t mind, he wondered why his things always seemed a little, hmmmm, rearranged?”, he hung his head “but I’ve not”, “you have David, it’s okay, but; hmm you might want to stick to, “ she went over to the drawer rummaging through her own underwear, “these ones and well these?” pulling out various knickers, “they might fit you better?”.

He was amazed at this biting his lip, he was expecting a lecture, but, she turned and added, “You can borrow any if you really like? Just wash them before returning them ok?” all he could do is nod. She smiled sensing how he was in distress, “It’s really ok you know? I don’t mind - you could’ve asked”, “I, I, couldn’t it’s”, it felt so awkward standing in her panties stammering. She kept hold of his hand and he got his voice back a little, “I couldn’t it’s it’s…just “, “you like how it feels?” she interrupted, he nodded “well, I can understand that, I do too” she laughed “you can kinda tell by the things I’ve been buying right?”, “he blushed and nodded, “maybe”, “I should be the one who’s embarrassed!” she added, Mum wouldn’t approve of them at all.” she grinned putting a finger to her lips. “shhh”.

They heard the front door go.. “talk of the devil, you’d better hop upstairs little brother” she grinned “don’t forget to return those, I like them!”. He finally dashed up the stairs to his room, half panic and half surprised at what had occurred, his cock throbbing in her black panties, realising how obvious it would have been, but so worried Mum would find out he quickly hid them under his mattress. Then lay on the bed still unsure, frustrated and confused unsure what to do cringing to himself.

By the next day his mind was full of anxiety not knowing if he could ever look his sister in the eye again and if she was laughing at him, or worse, telling Mum! It all took on a life of its own in his mind, levels of guilt and humiliation. The earliest chance he took out her underwear from his bed. He held them up, the feeling, the thought of them,  just looking at them made him want to put them on feeling that ache, but he resisted. He washed them in the bathroom basin, returning them when she was out.  

Over the next few weeks he didn’t dare go back to her room, he felt so bad about it all, keeping it to himself and avoiding Suzanne. One afternoon he heard a knock at his door. “hiya” Suzanne, his sister,  looked around the corner to see him sitting on the bed “hey”, they’d not really been alone since the event. She had smiled at him a few times, tried to talk, but he’d managed to give her the slip and she gave him puzzled looks. He just made sure he wasn’t alone with her. Then she had been away with friends giving him a breather, but she’d got home that day, he’d been dreading it.

She came in and sat down on the bed “everything okay?”, “yeah, fine”, feeling embarrassed and trying to act nonchalant, very aware how close she was, “my underwear all seems very neat and tidy since we…” with a sympathetic smile, “spoke”, “I’ve not put you off have I?”.

“put off?”, trying to pretend he didn’t know what she meant as if it hadn’t happened. She rolled her eyes a bit miffed, “you know!”. He looked at the floor “um, no, I didn’t want to”, “aww really? I’ve kinda missed seeing where things had been disturbed”, “I did put you off didn’t I?”, “oh no, I just thought, I just thought I shouldn’t anymore” looking out the window. “Because I found you right?”, “maybe, I don’t know, it’s wrong.”, “oh, don’t be silly, you clearly enjoyed it, I didn’t mind.”,  He blushed looking down feeling a bit sick, just wanting her to go.

“thank-you for returning the pair you were wearing”, “s’ok..”, “they’re new, some of his favourites.” She paused “I’ve bought a lot more whilst he was away and put them in the drawer. “oh? ok” he said being monosyllabic. She shook her head and grabbed his arm tugging him off the bed, “come on, I know you want to see them really”, he resisted her but she stood at the door. “Honestly David, you can be so annoying, he thought it nice he found out and I’m not mad at you or anything”. He felt guilty, finally getting up like a grumpy teenager “ok ok” she grinned excitedly and when downstairs as he followed her to her room feeling weird. Suzanne grinned taking his hand smiling, almost skipping taking him across the landing to her room. It reminded how they’d play together, always doing something naughty behind their Mum’s back when they were little.

“Close the door” she said quietly, “Mum hasn’t left yet has she?”, “not yet” he replied starting to have that same naughty feeling. Suzanne put her finger to her lips “sshh”, then went to her dresser: “I’ve got all these things” opening the draw holding out the new knickers in various colours “see, what do you think?!”.

They were beautiful, incredibly sexy for her he thought and exactly the ones he would’ve picked had he snuck in. It felt so weird her showing him them to him, if it was just him alone he would’ve been trying to suppress his hard-on so they’d fit over his throbbing cock. Instead he just said “they’re nice”, “nice? just nice? Please!” she pouted, “I thought they were quite sexy.” looking at them, “I thought you’d like them”, She held a pair up showing him. “you did?” he was surprised. She grinned “you inspired me little brother, what can I say?”. He was so confused as to what was happening and couldn’t help but feel part of him stir.

“Come on, you’re not fooling me, I know that face, I know you, I know you want to try them, go on”. Shoving a pair into his hands. His heart pounded, “I can’t”, “oh you can, just turn around”. It was almost an order, “I’m serious!”, she crossed her arms the way she did with Mum to get her own way, it normally worked, “come on, I want to see you in his things and I know you do too” he was shocked, surprised a bit lost,  “but, I can’t Mum is here and and “, “she’s not going to come in here, come on no more excuses David. he was hoping you’d want too”. Eventually he turned looking over his shoulder feeling very weird in-front of his sister. “oh, hang on” she said excitedly remembering to close the curtains “ok”.  He undid his jeans letting them slip to the floor in the slightly darkened room, then eased down his underwear. “finally!” She exclaimed, adding, “sorry, not looking”.  He stepped into her knickers and slowly slipped up them up. He was aching by time they smoothed over his bum, trying not to get too hard, he was just heavy and aching.

“you have a lovely bum!” she said and giggled making things worse, he tried pulling his t shirt down as she told him to turn around. “I can see that you really like them.” smirking. he didn’t know where to look and tried to suppress his aching cock “Isn’t that better?”, “they’re nice” she sighed “Have you tried a bra?” finding one from the drawer, dangling it, temptingly “what?”, “told you I want to see you in it all, and you do too, if you’ve not already?”, “I’ve not honestly” he said with anxiety, not believing he was back in her room in her knickers again.  She chewed her lip and grinned not quite believing him, “about time you did then, and you have as good as legs as mine, pity about the hair”, She looked up and down at him, taking him in. He kept his hands down pulling the t shirt. She held the bra realising he’d take a bit of work. “you can slip it under your top, I won’t look” the front door went and a “byeee” from their mother. He jumped but Suzanne turned and had a big grin now “you can relax she’s gone”

He managed to hook the bra around his waist but realised he’d have to take his top off. “ He turned and she had such a charming look on her face and knowing Mum was out, he sighed and pulled off his top and looped on the bra -  hoping his cock would stay in the small knickers. Feeling rather inadequate, but, loving the feeling of the bra tight around his chest.

“turn around” she whispered. His throbbing cock must’ve been obvious but she didn’t comment “wow you really look lovely!”, “look in the mirror!” she pulled him around to the full length mirror standing with him “we could be twins she said “and I always wanted a sister” He’d always been slim and a bit androgynous, but looking in the mirror she was quite right in a way, in that light, they were of a similar height and weight. he blushed.

“now look, you can borrow anything of mine okay?” say you will? “  He finally nodded “promise?” she added don’t feel bad about it”, “I promise” she kissed him on the cheek all excited.. “I love this” she smiled “can I put lipstick on you? “I, d.. um… okay” actually excited about it himself. “as she applied it she asked “have you done this for a long time?”, he began to explain his little addiction, “yes a bit, since I was little”,“really? she was genuinely interested “but you don’t want to be a girl?”, “no, no not really I just… “, “it’s okay I think I get it, it is exciting?”, he nodded “and you’ve always done it with… mine?”, “yes, sorry” “don’t be, really, I wish I’d found out sooner”.

He loved the feeling as she applied the lipstick, the feeling and the smell, it was relaxing her close, just applying it, the personal attention. “there”, she put the lipstick on too and looked in the mirror “lucky we’ve the same complexion.” she giggled. She seemed genuinely excited about it all, he’d been waiting for her to blackmail him over it.

She looked at his legs pondering “would you..this isn’t meant to sound rude”, he looked puzzled, “shave them?”, “oh… I don’t know,” I’m only saying as well, I know you’ve worn his stockings and tights,” he bit his lip, maybe”, feeling more confident admitting it to her, “I knew you had” she poked him”, “it’s just they feel better with smooth legs”, “oh?”.  She dug out a razor from a bag of new things, he wondered if she’d got them for him, “there”, “thank you”. He sat holding it, “why are you um being so nice?” she giggled “I told you, I like it, I hope you don’t mind? It’s just nice to be able to share with you I guess? To be close again like we were?”, “I don’t know really” he finally laughed himself “you’re as weird then”. She gave him a shove “I’m not the one wearing his sisters underwear” She joked, but the words ‘sister’s underwear’  hung in the air, as if they’d released a taboo, he wriggled feeling the silky underwear against the cotton of the bed. “you should go do your legs” she whispered.  

“now?”, “yes and there’s some other things I thought you could, might like to try on, if, well, if you wanted?” there was a a strange sexual tension in the room now neither admitting, it was just two siblings playing… “shouldn’t I take this off first? “nah, nobody will be home, take your time”. It did take quite awhile shaving and he wasn’t sure where to stop, being male meant quite a lot to do and a curious almost addictive sensation the smoother he got, he heard a knock at the door, his leg was up obscuring but he ducked still feeling shy as she looked in.

“wow! they are looking good, “ he blushed again, “ um, do your armpits too” she said softly, “he looked at her, “just do it”, she said rolling her eyes, “you know you’ve always wanted to really haven’t you? “his face went redder knowing he had. She could tell “you could always well, do, well,” she looked down”, “there” she glanced down briefly, “I realise it would be difficult just well… I do and,” she cheeks were red, “trust me” she said “it’ll feel good after and in his knickers”. she couldn’t believe she was saying it herself, “you can put this on” leaving a blouse. This had been the weirdest day of his life with his sister but somehow it felt very so natural and he almost thought he should have asked her before. They had been close.

After a few more minutes he was completely smooth, everywhere. He felt a noticeable difference a shiver of delight pulling on Suzanne’s panties again, how there was nothing between him and the material. Looking at himself in the mirror his cock was pushing over the top of them and it took all of his concentration to make it return to just a very heavy ache just under the elastic. He couldn’t stop touching his legs and everywhere that was smooth. He slipped on the blouse which did make him feel a little less exposed. He eventually finished and tiptoed back across the landing to her room. She held out a pair of stockings at him grinning “finally! Put these on”. They were stockings,  hold ups with a wide lace top. She wiggled her legs and toes gleefully “they’re like mine” she laughed. She was now wearing a skirt and top having changed out of her jeans. “I thought we’d match!”.

He looked at her legs briefly then looked away, it was confusing. Suzanne patted the side of the bed, “you’ll notice the difference”. He began slipping them on and was amazed at how sensual it was feeling them against his now bare skin” “I think you’ve done this before” she smiled, “better?” she said knowingly, “mmm yes, I think so” he added, “that really is,  it’s beautiful isn’t it?” she said rubbing her legs together, especially at the top of your thighs. mmmmmm I did mine this morning”, “oh?” he got them on fully tugging the stocking tops up”, she laughed “oh, very sexy” as he pulled the lace tops into place. “well?” he sat down again and crossed his legs, it was pure hedonistic  erotic delight” just letting out a little moan she shoved him “hey rude!”, “sorry” she grinned and kissed him on the cheek again and added “it’s okay really shhh, I’m glad you’re enjoying it as much as him”, he finally let out a smile and grinned back,  “I am, thank you”, “I got you this skirt out, if you wanted?”, she handed him a short black skirt like hers “go on”, he looked at her and then slipped it up completing the ensemble. He was surprised at the added feeling smooth skin and knickers and stockings against the skirt.

“you can wear them in your room if you want?” she added, wondering if it was time to go, “really?”. He was incredibly aroused now “yes of course, and really, sneak in will you! I bought those knickers for you you know!”, this was quite a revelation from Suzanne, “you did? for me?,  “well… yeah, I mean I like them too but, I just thought if we’re sharing them I’d better get more?”, “sorry”, “no, I don’t mean it like that, just it’s lovely you know?”, he smiled “thank you”, she gave him another shove”, “go on, you’d better get back to your room and”, he bit his lip, she seemed to know what he might do, “getting rid of me?” he giggled and pouted, she laughed, “well we don’t have long before she gets back… looking at the time on her phone, think she’s just gone to the Spar, “we’ll have longer next time” “next time?”, of course, if you want? Now shoo”.

He snuck back to his room wearing all the clothes and laid stroking and touching himself, it was utter bliss. He did have confused thoughts of Suzanne, his sister, now and then but just the whole thing had been so overwhelming and had gone so quickly. There he was laying smooth silky dressed as a girl every part of his body fizzing with desire and lust. His hands slipped over his body down his thighs, along his legs his feet back up. He turned grinding into the bed pulling up the skirt, circling feeling himself hard and restricted, pushing more and more it had been building all afternoon until he couldn’t not and came,  slowly,  spurting into the panties and skirt laying there just liking it for the first time not wanting to quickly undress as soon as he could, just given to it thanks to her.

Suzanne kept smiling at him later during dinner, she was still wearing the same outfit, you could only tell she had stockings on when she sat down,  but they didn’t get to talk again properly not being alone, and then she was away for the weekend.  

He did as he was instructed and snuck in when she was out. There was a note in her draw inside the new knickers, “I knew you couldn’t resist!” it said with lots of kisses and hearts “p.s. enjoy yourself and take a photo for me!”, which made him widen his eyes. The idea of a photo of him wearing them was exciting and nervy.

He found a thong which he’d not dared to try on before and pulled it up, the sensation of it slipping between his soft smooth cheeks made him shudder, feeling it touch the sensitive hole. He found the skirt she had been wearing and pulled it on and another blouse.  He put on some stockings and laid down on her bed in a form of bliss again, before quickly dashing upstairs, loving how the thong rubbed between more, and down again with his phone taking a mirror picture, just cutting off his head It was hard not too, then stood there rubbing himself through her clothes. That afternoon, in her room alone, he ended up coming several times, filling the knickers the skirt, it was a delicious mess it smelt like sex in her room. He kept her knickers on secretly under his jeans when he was had to go  later which was incredible.  Occasionally looking at the photo, it felt strange but oddly seeing himself in the outfits was liberating. He thought he did look quite good and could see the resemblance to his sister.

He couldn’t resist then, he then sent one to Suzanne,  nervous with excitement,  wondering if she’d reply… It was an agonising wait… but his phoned buzzed:

wow I can’t believe that’s you! Came her reply. He was grinning and quickly tapped back:

well his head’s not in it lol dummy, you do look hot! You’re his twin! - wish I’d stayed home hmph, I’ve  got to go sorry, but I’ll see you when I get back naughty xxx He was amazed and thrilled, more aroused at just the thrill of messaging her. His sister!

On Monday he heard a knock on the door again and she snuck in.. “someone had a good weekend!” she giggled and he blushed, “sorry, I did” smiling, “don’t be! I could see things missing too, just had a quick look,” she winked”,  “annoyed I missed it really, his weekend was dulll! I thought summer holidays were meant to be fun, honestly, your photo was the best bit, I wanted to leave early but you know his friends”, she rolled her eyes, then saw his phone and grabbed it, “unlock it for me?” with pretty please eyes, he did feeling awkward as he knew what he’d taken, she looked at the photo again, honest David, wow hmmm come on, there’s nobody in” she tugged his arm “now!?”, “yes come on I’ve missed the fun you can at least make it up to me!”. He wasn’t expecting it.

He followed her to her room as she turned around, “I did do some shopping at least!” she pulled out of the bag a dress, then another identical. “I guessed we were the same size,,“ she laughed. “and they were on sale, half price so I saw it as a sign it’s just one dress for us” She bit her lip. “It was just too good to be true!” she quickly kicked down her jeans, not minding if he was there.  Suzanne had lovely legs, then off her t-shirt came revealing her slim figure. His eyes weren’t sure where to look at this point, but she then threw the other dress at him as she stepped into the dress “stop gawping and put it on!” as he was undressing she saw he was already in her knickers “you bad bad boy! You had them on all the time!”  “sorry” he pouted.

There was a sudden certain urgency as she handed him some tights and a bra she’d just bought, “don’t think this rude “she said coming over she quickly pushed some squishy push up bra things into the bra, “well, just to help” she looked at him catching herself in his eyes,  and they both dressed together “she giggled  “quick I want to see you”, it was like two girls in a changing rooms.  Finally pulling the tights over his bum, it was an even more intense feeling than panties by themselves”.

He dropped down the dress. “now we really are twins!”  she exclaimed pulling his wrist. The lipstick was out of her bag and moved over to him he puckered up as he had before and she applied it lovingly, “need to do something about your hair hmm”, she searched out some hair product and was soon fiddling about with his hair, she had a pixie cut herself so after she was done she showed him in the mirror again. “what do you think?”, “I don’t know” He did feel a little self conscious, his hair was now shaped in a similar style to hers, he’d smoothed hers down to try and match, it was strange looking at them both like twins, “shh you look pretty, really, I’m not just saying that!”, he smiled and she kissed him on the cheek again then rubbed off the lipstick mark, “oops messy me” he kissed her cheek then without even thinking leaving a red mark on her “hey!” cheeky!” it was becoming more playful.  She looked in the mirror and wiped it off grinned and sat back crossing her legs, “this feels lovely you know, don’t you think?”, he knew what she meant, relaxed, but exciting, “it does feel good” he replied, “not just how it feels on silly, I mean, sharing it. I thought about it all, you, all weekend and was so happy you’d played, you did enjoy yourself right?”.

She sat up leaning to him. “yes, quite a lot”, his cheeks red, just loving being dressed completely as a girl,  she grinned “naughty”, “it was a bit”, “it is so exciting you know?!” she said “knowing you’re doing it”, “I was…” she stopped, he tilted his head. “what?”

“oh it’s too weird probably.”, he slipped around feeling the beautiful tights and skirt rustling over them sitting sideways on the bed seeing his feet in the tights was like looking down at a girl, and seeing Suzanne the same. “I think you can tell him considering?” His voice seemed softer as well dressed like this.  He smiled looking at her,  “hmmm that’s true”, she half laughed. “well, just, I was, this will sound weird coming from your sister I think… “, “go on” he was already turned on, “well, I was…. wet…  okay, ahem, thinking about you having… fun,“  “as in wet wet?” he throbbed to hear it it felt wrong and right,  “yes! Wet!” and poked out her tongue, “as in turned on wet?” he couldn’t believe he was saying it.  She rolled her eyes “of course dummy do I have to spell it out?”, “sorry” he grinned “very, very wet, if you must know, hence buying the clothes for us.” saying it was arousing she felt as he nodded pursing his lips,  “I do love them”, “good, I know it’s a bit weird, but as he said, it’s lovely being here with you” she slipped down the bed laying back “it does feel good doesn’t it?”, “I’ve never felt quite like this” he admitted, “it’s like having a loving sister”, “ it is! That’s what I was thinking” she replied, “I do feel very.. hmm feminine with you?”, “really? she smiled and stroked his leg the first time they’d touched whilst wearing being dressed up, it sent a shiver through him.

They were talking very low now, she turned to him, “really David, I’ve never felt closer to you, or anyone like this”, she tilted her head and snuggled closer as they sat she looked down at their matching legs,  “we do look cute huh?” Suzanne moved her leg over his the feeling of their legs touching all smooth through the soft material, they slowly pressed until they ended up cuddling, not saying, “this is lovely” with a soft sigh. Their thighs slipping up between each others, it was the intense pleasure the softness smoothness as they moved slowly together slowly, naturally, quietly. His arousal only held in check by the tights knickers and dress. She tugged up her dress more so she could move her leg up higher. They weren’t speaking it was just warm and close intense, two sisters.

Eventually they were completely pressed together, both dresses up to their waists and their chests pushed she circled her hips now in a soft rhythm against his obvious aching cock. He wanted to touch her, to touch his sister, desperately, but they kept their hands arms around each other cuddling, almost as if it wasn’t happening, not admitting. It was the most arousing experience, laying cuddling with his sister dressed as a girl, being an almost girl, feeling her pushing against him softly, quietly. Her hands finally slipped down, stroked up over his bum in the tights and he mirrored her, feeling her softness, stroking around the shape. It was tender and loving until they were breathing against each others mouths, so close each breath their lips getting closer, mouths parted …. eyes closed, hearts aching and then it happened, they kissed… just softly, tenderly, tasting lipstick.

There was something familiar in her lips as they parted, her tongue licking along his lower lip.  They were so close, then, they kissed, silently, she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, lips pressing harder, opening wide to his sisters intense tongue, her lips all the time she continued to push and circling against him sliding up.  It was too much, he’d tried to hold back, it was too much pleasure, imagine the scene the feeling. He eventually couldn’t stop it and had to cum, each spasm releasing more, as she pushed against him each time harder feeling it,  realising what was happening until he relaxed, she moaned into his mouth. As it passed, he went to move but she held him in place, “Don’t go” she whispered. She kissed him again just staying close and they drifted into an almost doze pressed together, his wetness soaking through between them both.

© erotic consistency

I may add more. Changed from first person if you notice the odd error. 

[rounik]

Sisters

(This story contains taboo themes)  

Ever since he was a little boy he’d enjoy secretly sneaking into his sisters bedroom and putting on her underwear. He knew it was naughty even then, but, it gave him a lovely feeling. The conventional world would be shocked by how young he was when doing it. It seems if you’re at all sexual under the age of consent, it’s deemed abnormal and to be hidden away not to be discussed.  He was obviously aroused doing it, not that he knew what that meant, he just knew how exciting, how pleasurable it was laying under her bed with her knickers on was aroused.

He stopped and started over the years, but once he hit around the age of puberty the temptation to do it just became stronger and took over. By then his sister was around 17 and had started to buy more adult underwear, hold-ups, stockings, sheerer underwear, more lace. This encouraged hi still more, whenever she was out, her draws became his playground. He loved having the house to himself to be able to indulge; slipping stockings or tights slowly up his legs after putting on her lace knickers, playing, as he called it until release. Followed by guilt for doing it, but the guilt would always give way to the arousal and he’d find himself delving again. You can’t have pleasure without some guilt he found. The temptation to enjoy gorgeous feeling of being hard in a pair of her knickers was too much temptation. Or even better how tights, smoothed close over his skin, hard and restricted beneath was exquisite.

He didn’t want to be a girl, as confusing as it was early on, was he gay he wondered? But no, he loved women, girls,  he didn’t want to actually be one. I was the forbidden pleasure of it all, indulging a side of himself to feel like a girl for a moment, aroused, to give-in to a side of himself, a different version of himself. He’d lay slowly masturbating pressing against the bed and circling for as long as possible, desperate to make it last. Or stroking over the thin material feeling himself underneath. Then, unable to stop, he’d fill them with his cum. Then realise the mess he’d made and have to try hand wash them, drying them as fast as he could with a hairdryer before replacing them hoping she wouldn’t notice. It was always his sisters he played in, perhaps it was the ease of access. He never once did it with his mothers. He once tried with his step-mothers, taking the risk one afternoon. But his sisters were better, and besides, fitted him.

He carried on doing it, perhaps stopping, then the desire returned and repeated for that high. Of course, it was bound to happen eventually. One afternoon, sure he had the house to himself having heard the front door go and in a state of being far too horny, furtive, going through his ritual of having told himself not to several times - which always seemed to make things worse rather than better. The more you deny the more you want. He had snuck in his sisters room and after digging through her draws, excited by what he would find.  He dropped undid his jeans had slipped on a pair of black sheer knickers with his eyes closed feeling the silky material slip over him, shuddering with pleasure, he was completely unaware of the door opening…

“Oh, hello”, he heard his sister’s surprised voice and an amused giggle “enjoying yourself are we?”.

His heart jumped through the roof in a panic not knowing what to do!  He’d be found out, his face went red as he scrabbled to find his jeans off the floor to hold in-front of him. His eyes wide he turned “god, sorry I, I, I” with crossed her arms and a smile leaning against the door frame. She just looked at him, “Yes?” raising an eyebrow, enjoying it, wondering what his explanation could possibly be?! Nearly in tears he blurted out “ I, I, I, ran out of underwear”  she swallowed back a laugh, “ you ran out of underwear?” a playful grin upon her face “well, they suit you” she smirked, coming in and sitting on the bed, dropping her bag.

He was about to dart out of the room when she held his wrist knowing she was being mean, “Hey, it’s okay, I’m not going to say anything” she looked at him sympathetically. There was something in the way she looked that made his heart slow a little but not completely. He was still standing in her room with her knickers on, his sisters panties. She didn’t seem to be freaked out, but it was still humiliating  “sorry” he said again. She stood up “I don’t mind, he wondered why his things always seemed a little, hmmmm, rearranged?”, he hung his head “but I’ve not”, “you have David, it’s okay, but; hmm you might want to stick to, “ she went over to the drawer rummaging through her own underwear, “these ones and well these?” pulling out various knickers, “they might fit you better?”.

He was amazed at this biting his lip, he was expecting a lecture, but, she turned and added, “You can borrow any if you really like? Just wash them before returning them ok?” all he could do is nod. She smiled sensing how he was in distress, “It’s really ok you know? I don’t mind - you could’ve asked”, “I, I, couldn’t it’s”, it felt so awkward standing in her panties stammering. She kept hold of his hand and he got his voice back a little, “I couldn’t it’s it’s…just “, “you like how it feels?” she interrupted, he nodded “well, I can understand that, I do too” she laughed “you can kinda tell by the things I’ve been buying right?”, “he blushed and nodded, “maybe”, “I should be the one who’s embarrassed!” she added, Mum wouldn’t approve of them at all.” she grinned putting a finger to her lips. “shhh”.

They heard the front door go.. “talk of the devil, you’d better hop upstairs little brother” she grinned “don’t forget to return those, I like them!”. He finally dashed up the stairs to his room, half panic and half surprised at what had occurred, his cock throbbing in her black panties, realising how obvious it would have been, but so worried Mum would find out he quickly hid them under his mattress. Then lay on the bed still unsure, frustrated and confused unsure what to do cringing to himself.

By the next day his mind was full of anxiety not knowing if he could ever look his sister in the eye again and if she was laughing at him, or worse, telling Mum! It all took on a life of its own in his mind, levels of guilt and humiliation. The earliest chance he took out her underwear from his bed. He held them up, the feeling, the thought of them,  just looking at them made him want to put them on feeling that ache, but he resisted. He washed them in the bathroom basin, returning them when she was out.  

Over the next few weeks he didn’t dare go back to her room, he felt so bad about it all, keeping it to himself and avoiding Suzanne. One afternoon he heard a knock at his door. “hiya” Suzanne, his sister,  looked around the corner to see him sitting on the bed “hey”, they’d not really been alone since the event. She had smiled at him a few times, tried to talk, but he’d managed to give her the slip and she gave him puzzled looks. He just made sure he wasn’t alone with her. Then she had been away with friends giving him a breather, but she’d got home that day, he’d been dreading it.

She came in and sat down on the bed “everything okay?”, “yeah, fine”, feeling embarrassed and trying to act nonchalant, very aware how close she was, “my underwear all seems very neat and tidy since we…” with a sympathetic smile, “spoke”, “I’ve not put you off have I?”.

“put off?”, trying to pretend he didn’t know what she meant as if it hadn’t happened. She rolled her eyes a bit miffed, “you know!”. He looked at the floor “um, no, I didn’t want to”, “aww really? I’ve kinda missed seeing where things had been disturbed”, “I did put you off didn’t I?”, “oh no, I just thought, I just thought I shouldn’t anymore” looking out the window. “Because I found you right?”, “maybe, I don’t know, it’s wrong.”, “oh, don’t be silly, you clearly enjoyed it, I didn’t mind.”,  He blushed looking down feeling a bit sick, just wanting her to go.

“thank-you for returning the pair you were wearing”, “s’ok..”, “they’re new, some of his favourites.” She paused “I’ve bought a lot more whilst he was away and put them in the drawer. “oh? ok” he said being monosyllabic. She shook her head and grabbed his arm tugging him off the bed, “come on, I know you want to see them really”, he resisted her but she stood at the door. “Honestly David, you can be so annoying, he thought it nice he found out and I’m not mad at you or anything”. He felt guilty, finally getting up like a grumpy teenager “ok ok” she grinned excitedly and when downstairs as he followed her to her room feeling weird. Suzanne grinned taking his hand smiling, almost skipping taking him across the landing to her room. It reminded how they’d play together, always doing something naughty behind their Mum’s back when they were little.

“Close the door” she said quietly, “Mum hasn’t left yet has she?”, “not yet” he replied starting to have that same naughty feeling. Suzanne put her finger to her lips “sshh”, then went to her dresser: “I’ve got all these things” opening the draw holding out the new knickers in various colours “see, what do you think?!”.

They were beautiful, incredibly sexy for her he thought and exactly the ones he would’ve picked had he snuck in. It felt so weird her showing him them to him, if it was just him alone he would’ve been trying to suppress his hard-on so they’d fit over his throbbing cock. Instead he just said “they’re nice”, “nice? just nice? Please!” she pouted, “I thought they were quite sexy.” looking at them, “I thought you’d like them”, She held a pair up showing him. “you did?” he was surprised. She grinned “you inspired me little brother, what can I say?”. He was so confused as to what was happening and couldn’t help but feel part of him stir.

“Come on, you’re not fooling me, I know that face, I know you, I know you want to try them, go on”. Shoving a pair into his hands. His heart pounded, “I can’t”, “oh you can, just turn around”. It was almost an order, “I’m serious!”, she crossed her arms the way she did with Mum to get her own way, it normally worked, “come on, I want to see you in his things and I know you do too” he was shocked, surprised a bit lost,  “but, I can’t Mum is here and and “, “she’s not going to come in here, come on no more excuses David. he was hoping you’d want too”. Eventually he turned looking over his shoulder feeling very weird in-front of his sister. “oh, hang on” she said excitedly remembering to close the curtains “ok”.  He undid his jeans letting them slip to the floor in the slightly darkened room, then eased down his underwear. “finally!” She exclaimed, adding, “sorry, not looking”.  He stepped into her knickers and slowly slipped up them up. He was aching by time they smoothed over his bum, trying not to get too hard, he was just heavy and aching.

“you have a lovely bum!” she said and giggled making things worse, he tried pulling his t shirt down as she told him to turn around. “I can see that you really like them.” smirking. he didn’t know where to look and tried to suppress his aching cock “Isn’t that better?”, “they’re nice” she sighed “Have you tried a bra?” finding one from the drawer, dangling it, temptingly “what?”, “told you I want to see you in it all, and you do too, if you’ve not already?”, “I’ve not honestly” he said with anxiety, not believing he was back in her room in her knickers again.  She chewed her lip and grinned not quite believing him, “about time you did then, and you have as good as legs as mine, pity about the hair”, She looked up and down at him, taking him in. He kept his hands down pulling the t shirt. She held the bra realising he’d take a bit of work. “you can slip it under your top, I won’t look” the front door went and a “byeee” from their mother. He jumped but Suzanne turned and had a big grin now “you can relax she’s gone”

He managed to hook the bra around his waist but realised he’d have to take his top off. “ He turned and she had such a charming look on her face and knowing Mum was out, he sighed and pulled off his top and looped on the bra -  hoping his cock would stay in the small knickers. Feeling rather inadequate, but, loving the feeling of the bra tight around his chest.

“turn around” she whispered. His throbbing cock must’ve been obvious but she didn’t comment “wow you really look lovely!”, “look in the mirror!” she pulled him around to the full length mirror standing with him “we could be twins she said “and I always wanted a sister” He’d always been slim and a bit androgynous, but looking in the mirror she was quite right in a way, in that light, they were of a similar height and weight. he blushed.

“now look, you can borrow anything of mine okay?” say you will? “  He finally nodded “promise?” she added don’t feel bad about it”, “I promise” she kissed him on the cheek all excited.. “I love this” she smiled “can I put lipstick on you? “I, d.. um… okay” actually excited about it himself. “as she applied it she asked “have you done this for a long time?”, he began to explain his little addiction, “yes a bit, since I was little”,“really? she was genuinely interested “but you don’t want to be a girl?”, “no, no not really I just… “, “it’s okay I think I get it, it is exciting?”, he nodded “and you’ve always done it with… mine?”, “yes, sorry” “don’t be, really, I wish I’d found out sooner”.

He loved the feeling as she applied the lipstick, the feeling and the smell, it was relaxing her close, just applying it, the personal attention. “there”, she put the lipstick on too and looked in the mirror “lucky we’ve the same complexion.” she giggled. She seemed genuinely excited about it all, he’d been waiting for her to blackmail him over it.

She looked at his legs pondering “would you..this isn’t meant to sound rude”, he looked puzzled, “shave them?”, “oh… I don’t know,” I’m only saying as well, I know you’ve worn his stockings and tights,” he bit his lip, maybe”, feeling more confident admitting it to her, “I knew you had” she poked him”, “it’s just they feel better with smooth legs”, “oh?”.  She dug out a razor from a bag of new things, he wondered if she’d got them for him, “there”, “thank you”. He sat holding it, “why are you um being so nice?” she giggled “I told you, I like it, I hope you don’t mind? It’s just nice to be able to share with you I guess? To be close again like we were?”, “I don’t know really” he finally laughed himself “you’re as weird then”. She gave him a shove “I’m not the one wearing his sisters underwear” She joked, but the words ‘sister’s underwear’  hung in the air, as if they’d released a taboo, he wriggled feeling the silky underwear against the cotton of the bed. “you should go do your legs” she whispered.  

“now?”, “yes and there’s some other things I thought you could, might like to try on, if, well, if you wanted?” there was a a strange sexual tension in the room now neither admitting, it was just two siblings playing… “shouldn’t I take this off first? “nah, nobody will be home, take your time”. It did take quite awhile shaving and he wasn’t sure where to stop, being male meant quite a lot to do and a curious almost addictive sensation the smoother he got, he heard a knock at the door, his leg was up obscuring but he ducked still feeling shy as she looked in.

“wow! they are looking good, “ he blushed again, “ um, do your armpits too” she said softly, “he looked at her, “just do it”, she said rolling her eyes, “you know you’ve always wanted to really haven’t you? “his face went redder knowing he had. She could tell “you could always well, do, well,” she looked down”, “there” she glanced down briefly, “I realise it would be difficult just well… I do and,” she cheeks were red, “trust me” she said “it’ll feel good after and in his knickers”. she couldn’t believe she was saying it herself, “you can put this on” leaving a blouse. This had been the weirdest day of his life with his sister but somehow it felt very so natural and he almost thought he should have asked her before. They had been close.

After a few more minutes he was completely smooth, everywhere. He felt a noticeable difference a shiver of delight pulling on Suzanne’s panties again, how there was nothing between him and the material. Looking at himself in the mirror his cock was pushing over the top of them and it took all of his concentration to make it return to just a very heavy ache just under the elastic. He couldn’t stop touching his legs and everywhere that was smooth. He slipped on the blouse which did make him feel a little less exposed. He eventually finished and tiptoed back across the landing to her room. She held out a pair of stockings at him grinning “finally! Put these on”. They were stockings,  hold ups with a wide lace top. She wiggled her legs and toes gleefully “they’re like mine” she laughed. She was now wearing a skirt and top having changed out of her jeans. “I thought we’d match!”.

He looked at her legs briefly then looked away, it was confusing. Suzanne patted the side of the bed, “you’ll notice the difference”. He began slipping them on and was amazed at how sensual it was feeling them against his now bare skin” “I think you’ve done this before” she smiled, “better?” she said knowingly, “mmm yes, I think so” he added, “that really is,  it’s beautiful isn’t it?” she said rubbing her legs together, especially at the top of your thighs. mmmmmm I did mine this morning”, “oh?” he got them on fully tugging the stocking tops up”, she laughed “oh, very sexy” as he pulled the lace tops into place. “well?” he sat down again and crossed his legs, it was pure hedonistic  erotic delight” just letting out a little moan she shoved him “hey rude!”, “sorry” she grinned and kissed him on the cheek again and added “it’s okay really shhh, I’m glad you’re enjoying it as much as him”, he finally let out a smile and grinned back,  “I am, thank you”, “I got you this skirt out, if you wanted?”, she handed him a short black skirt like hers “go on”, he looked at her and then slipped it up completing the ensemble. He was surprised at the added feeling smooth skin and knickers and stockings against the skirt.

“you can wear them in your room if you want?” she added, wondering if it was time to go, “really?”. He was incredibly aroused now “yes of course, and really, sneak in will you! I bought those knickers for you you know!”, this was quite a revelation from Suzanne, “you did? for me?,  “well… yeah, I mean I like them too but, I just thought if we’re sharing them I’d better get more?”, “sorry”, “no, I don’t mean it like that, just it’s lovely you know?”, he smiled “thank you”, she gave him another shove”, “go on, you’d better get back to your room and”, he bit his lip, she seemed to know what he might do, “getting rid of me?” he giggled and pouted, she laughed, “well we don’t have long before she gets back… looking at the time on her phone, think she’s just gone to the Spar, “we’ll have longer next time” “next time?”, of course, if you want? Now shoo”.

He snuck back to his room wearing all the clothes and laid stroking and touching himself, it was utter bliss. He did have confused thoughts of Suzanne, his sister, now and then but just the whole thing had been so overwhelming and had gone so quickly. There he was laying smooth silky dressed as a girl every part of his body fizzing with desire and lust. His hands slipped over his body down his thighs, along his legs his feet back up. He turned grinding into the bed pulling up the skirt, circling feeling himself hard and restricted, pushing more and more it had been building all afternoon until he couldn’t not and came,  slowly,  spurting into the panties and skirt laying there just liking it for the first time not wanting to quickly undress as soon as he could, just given to it thanks to her.

Suzanne kept smiling at him later during dinner, she was still wearing the same outfit, you could only tell she had stockings on when she sat down,  but they didn’t get to talk again properly not being alone, and then she was away for the weekend.  

He did as he was instructed and snuck in when she was out. There was a note in her draw inside the new knickers, “I knew you couldn’t resist!” it said with lots of kisses and hearts “p.s. enjoy yourself and take a photo for me!”, which made him widen his eyes. The idea of a photo of him wearing them was exciting and nervy.

He found a thong which he’d not dared to try on before and pulled it up, the sensation of it slipping between his soft smooth cheeks made him shudder, feeling it touch the sensitive hole. He found the skirt she had been wearing and pulled it on and another blouse.  He put on some stockings and laid down on her bed in a form of bliss again, before quickly dashing upstairs, loving how the thong rubbed between more, and down again with his phone taking a mirror picture, just cutting off his head It was hard not too, then stood there rubbing himself through her clothes. That afternoon, in her room alone, he ended up coming several times, filling the knickers the skirt, it was a delicious mess it smelt like sex in her room. He kept her knickers on secretly under his jeans when he was had to go  later which was incredible.  Occasionally looking at the photo, it felt strange but oddly seeing himself in the outfits was liberating. He thought he did look quite good and could see the resemblance to his sister.

He couldn’t resist then, he then sent one to Suzanne,  nervous with excitement,  wondering if she’d reply… It was an agonising wait… but his phoned buzzed:

wow I can’t believe that’s you! Came her reply. He was grinning and quickly tapped back:

well his head’s not in it lol dummy, you do look hot! You’re his twin! - wish I’d stayed home hmph, I’ve  got to go sorry, but I’ll see you when I get back naughty xxx He was amazed and thrilled, more aroused at just the thrill of messaging her. His sister!

On Monday he heard a knock on the door again and she snuck in.. “someone had a good weekend!” she giggled and he blushed, “sorry, I did” smiling, “don’t be! I could see things missing too, just had a quick look,” she winked”,  “annoyed I missed it really, his weekend was dulll! I thought summer holidays were meant to be fun, honestly, your photo was the best bit, I wanted to leave early but you know his friends”, she rolled her eyes, then saw his phone and grabbed it, “unlock it for me?” with pretty please eyes, he did feeling awkward as he knew what he’d taken, she looked at the photo again, honest David, wow hmmm come on, there’s nobody in” she tugged his arm “now!?”, “yes come on I’ve missed the fun you can at least make it up to me!”. He wasn’t expecting it.

He followed her to her room as she turned around, “I did do some shopping at least!” she pulled out of the bag a dress, then another identical. “I guessed we were the same size,,“ she laughed. “and they were on sale, half price so I saw it as a sign it’s just one dress for us” She bit her lip. “It was just too good to be true!” she quickly kicked down her jeans, not minding if he was there.  Suzanne had lovely legs, then off her t-shirt came revealing her slim figure. His eyes weren’t sure where to look at this point, but she then threw the other dress at him as she stepped into the dress “stop gawping and put it on!” as he was undressing she saw he was already in her knickers “you bad bad boy! You had them on all the time!”  “sorry” he pouted.

There was a sudden certain urgency as she handed him some tights and a bra she’d just bought, “don’t think this rude “she said coming over she quickly pushed some squishy push up bra things into the bra, “well, just to help” she looked at him catching herself in his eyes,  and they both dressed together “she giggled  “quick I want to see you”, it was like two girls in a changing rooms.  Finally pulling the tights over his bum, it was an even more intense feeling than panties by themselves”.

He dropped down the dress. “now we really are twins!”  she exclaimed pulling his wrist. The lipstick was out of her bag and moved over to him he puckered up as he had before and she applied it lovingly, “need to do something about your hair hmm”, she searched out some hair product and was soon fiddling about with his hair, she had a pixie cut herself so after she was done she showed him in the mirror again. “what do you think?”, “I don’t know” He did feel a little self conscious, his hair was now shaped in a similar style to hers, he’d smoothed hers down to try and match, it was strange looking at them both like twins, “shh you look pretty, really, I’m not just saying that!”, he smiled and she kissed him on the cheek again then rubbed off the lipstick mark, “oops messy me” he kissed her cheek then without even thinking leaving a red mark on her “hey!” cheeky!” it was becoming more playful.  She looked in the mirror and wiped it off grinned and sat back crossing her legs, “this feels lovely you know, don’t you think?”, he knew what she meant, relaxed, but exciting, “it does feel good” he replied, “not just how it feels on silly, I mean, sharing it. I thought about it all, you, all weekend and was so happy you’d played, you did enjoy yourself right?”.

She sat up leaning to him. “yes, quite a lot”, his cheeks red, just loving being dressed completely as a girl,  she grinned “naughty”, “it was a bit”, “it is so exciting you know?!” she said “knowing you’re doing it”, “I was…” she stopped, he tilted his head. “what?”

“oh it’s too weird probably.”, he slipped around feeling the beautiful tights and skirt rustling over them sitting sideways on the bed seeing his feet in the tights was like looking down at a girl, and seeing Suzanne the same. “I think you can tell him considering?” His voice seemed softer as well dressed like this.  He smiled looking at her,  “hmmm that’s true”, she half laughed. “well, just, I was, this will sound weird coming from your sister I think… “, “go on” he was already turned on, “well, I was…. wet…  okay, ahem, thinking about you having… fun,“  “as in wet wet?” he throbbed to hear it it felt wrong and right,  “yes! Wet!” and poked out her tongue, “as in turned on wet?” he couldn’t believe he was saying it.  She rolled her eyes “of course dummy do I have to spell it out?”, “sorry” he grinned “very, very wet, if you must know, hence buying the clothes for us.” saying it was arousing she felt as he nodded pursing his lips,  “I do love them”, “good, I know it’s a bit weird, but as he said, it’s lovely being here with you” she slipped down the bed laying back “it does feel good doesn’t it?”, “I’ve never felt quite like this” he admitted, “it’s like having a loving sister”, “ it is! That’s what I was thinking” she replied, “I do feel very.. hmm feminine with you?”, “really? she smiled and stroked his leg the first time they’d touched whilst wearing being dressed up, it sent a shiver through him.

They were talking very low now, she turned to him, “really David, I’ve never felt closer to you, or anyone like this”, she tilted her head and snuggled closer as they sat she looked down at their matching legs,  “we do look cute huh?” Suzanne moved her leg over his the feeling of their legs touching all smooth through the soft material, they slowly pressed until they ended up cuddling, not saying, “this is lovely” with a soft sigh. Their thighs slipping up between each others, it was the intense pleasure the softness smoothness as they moved slowly together slowly, naturally, quietly. His arousal only held in check by the tights knickers and dress. She tugged up her dress more so she could move her leg up higher. They weren’t speaking it was just warm and close intense, two sisters.

Eventually they were completely pressed together, both dresses up to their waists and their chests pushed she circled her hips now in a soft rhythm against his obvious aching cock. He wanted to touch her, to touch his sister, desperately, but they kept their hands arms around each other cuddling, almost as if it wasn’t happening, not admitting. It was the most arousing experience, laying cuddling with his sister dressed as a girl, being an almost girl, feeling her pushing against him softly, quietly. Her hands finally slipped down, stroked up over his bum in the tights and he mirrored her, feeling her softness, stroking around the shape. It was tender and loving until they were breathing against each others mouths, so close each breath their lips getting closer, mouths parted …. eyes closed, hearts aching and then it happened, they kissed… just softly, tenderly, tasting lipstick.

There was something familiar in her lips as they parted, her tongue licking along his lower lip.  They were so close, then, they kissed, silently, she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth, lips pressing harder, opening wide to his sisters intense tongue, her lips all the time she continued to push and circling against him sliding up.  It was too much, he’d tried to hold back, it was too much pleasure, imagine the scene the feeling. He eventually couldn’t stop it and had to cum, each spasm releasing more, as she pushed against him each time harder feeling it,  realising what was happening until he relaxed, she moaned into his mouth. As it passed, he went to move but she held him in place, “Don’t go” she whispered. She kissed him again just staying close and they drifted into an almost doze pressed together, his wetness soaking through between them both.

© erotic consistency

I may add more. Changed from first person if you notice the odd error. 

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