My sister is 22 months older than me. We both loved our parents dearly, but given the harsh atmosphere of our home, my sister took naturally to the role of my protector. We formed a deep bond looking out for each other, and skipped a lot of the sibling rivalry type behavior that I hear about from others.
One afternoon, my mother and sister went out and I figured I had an hour or so to dress pretty, so as soon as I saw them leave, I stripped off my boyswear and made a beeline for my mother's dresser. Within minutes, I had on her Playtex bra, Maidenform girdle and was snapping a pair of her nylons onto the girdle's built-in garters.
I noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra under her t-shirt, but I tried not to look. For one, she was my sister’s friend; secondly, the last thing I need is for her to catch me checking her out. “You don’t know anything about me,” she said, softer. At that moment, she reached her hand behind her back and locked the door. She walked ...
I dug through her underwear drawer, until I found her bras. If the panties made me that excited, I wondered what the bra would do. I took it back to my room, and tried it on. That excited me even more, so I stuffed it with some of my socks, then put on a white T-shirt. You could clearly see the bra underneath, and it jutted out, like I had breasts.
Her bra was a skin-toned and had matching tight fitted knickers.She exercised a lot and was in an unarguably good shape. I knew she looked good. Even my friends told me I had a hot sister.“You think you could help me with my back?” sheasked, while unscrewing the lid of the lotion.Estimated Reading Time: 6 mins
My sister got so excited, she too stripped and put on the matching nightgown. I could not believe her getting almost naked in front of me. Now we will look like twins, like sisters. Chapter Three. I could not handle wearing a bra to school as much as my sister told me it would be ok.Estimated Reading Time: 5 mins
Actually stripping my bra off and flashing the camera!
If you are just stealing the bra to masturbate because you like bras in general, then it's not necessarily wrong. Your sister might not appreciate it, though. If your fantasy revolves or involves your sister, then that might not be healthy.
Maybe your mother loves you and doesn’t want to embarrass you. Maybe she didn’t know what to say. Is it something you want to talk about with her? If so now is the time. If I caught my kids wearing my wife’s bra or one they got somewhere else (no ...
My Sister’s Panties by: Stacy Bolan . I can still remember the first time I tried on my sister’s panties. I was all of 10 years old and I had walked home from school in the pouring rain and was soaked through. When I walked in the door my mother immediately stripped me of my clothes and told me "Mark I want you upstairs in a hot bath, now." ...
They felt even softer than they looked. Maybe it was just a reaction or something, I never did find out. I was dress up in the skirt and top when suddenly she called up the stairs to see how I was. Then when puberty hit, I soon realized that maybe I was a little more than just a transvestite. She was still awake, but visibly exhausted. She grabbed my cock and put me inside of her. This had happened before and usually I would have just pulled them off the towel and thrown them on the floor. I headed to my MIL's room and pulled out a cocktail dress that had a halter top, her black nylon panties, a black strapless bra, pantyhose, her black sling back heels, and a shoulder length brunette wig. She jumped in the shower, and I think I was kind of hanging around and maybe trying to work my way into the shower with her when I heard the sound of my grandma at the top of the stairs. Even more relieved that she didn't ask me to come downstairs. The look on her face was one that I rarely saw, but I knew what it meant. Heard a car pull up outside. Often that is all I wore when visiting. There are pictures of me at our previous house, but I only remember that house on route By subscribing, you agree to the terms of our Privacy Statement. That next week,dad was at work and mom was out shopping and sis went to a friends house. She told me she had to think about that. No one was scheduled to be back before 5pm. After I finished my breakfast I went upstairs and got dressed before heading off to school. I was at school and I was wearing a dress with some of the older boys trying to pull my dress up so they could see my panties. With me leaning against the door it kept me from removing the outfit. I have to admit that what I felt was nice. Email Address never made public. When I walked in the door my mother immediately stripped me of my clothes and told me "Mark I want you upstairs in a hot bath, now. Oh I did cop some teasing from the other boys at school, for wearing girls panties but I put up with it. I looked up for a little while to enjoy her dick-massage. She started a back and forth going motion. Notify me of new posts via email. She seemed tense, like something was bothering her. When the only person you have to learn about these things with is a member of the opposite sex, and that person is someone who is your closest ally and confidant, it is natural that instead of just talking and teasing, your just start investigating the differences between your own body and theirs. New plan is to hide in my room and keep trying to get the dress off, but before I can get up, our dog jumps on my back. Blog at WordPress. I went into her room and her communion outfit was laying over a chair ready to be taken to the dry cleaners. Our noses were pressed against one another; our eyes locked on each other with the same magnetic pull as earlier in the day. I asked her with out thinking are you going to paddle me? Kim July 02, My mom's things weren't very feminine or sexy and I didn't actually relate to them much. After a little while, I would start rubbing her back through the fabric, and she would sort of pull her hair to the side and I would start rubbing her shoulders, eventually letting my hands slowly work their way down to her chest. She put her arm over my shoulder and around my neck while I placed my right hand on the small of her back. She kind of fell over and sat her butt down on the top of the stairs. A long story short I ended up eating a pizza with her and her 11 yo daughter and me still in the nightie. When I woke up I was very confused and scared. Oh, I remember that terror of a car pulling into the driveway very well. When I got there I turned the TV on and soon got involved in a cartoon that was on. When I went all the way inside of her, her eyes shot open and her pupils dilated. Uncle Lizard. And once more; this time I stayed there, letting every inch of me rest inside her. We would sort of lay like that for a little while, me on top of her, my little erect penis pushing against her butt, my hands groping at her tits. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit and then slowly slid my thick shaft into her. She quickly grabbed her bra and placed it on her boobs again. Her hands were so soft and gentle. On the way to school I realized that my underwear was itching me. We formed a deep bond looking out for each other, and skipped a lot of the sibling rivalry type behavior that I hear about from others. By continuing to use this website, you agree to their use.
March 25, in Uncategorized. I have wanted to share this story for many years, but have never really had the proper venue. I like the idea of telling my story in a place that, while allowing me to remain anonymous, also lets me get feedback from a community of likeminded people. I am 38 years old today, so some of this stuff happened more than three decades ago. Sharing this here allows me to tell the story the way I remember it, and lets me add things as they come back to me. This is a very personal story, one that I am actually a little afraid and a little excited to tell. By that I mean that, without revealing identifying things like names and locations, some of the things I will narrate are just too specific to have come from anyone but me, and I worry that someone from my family will read this and know it is me. This is, by all accounts, an irrational fear. You must understand, I have kept these secrets for many, many years. This is, without a doubt, the biggest secret of my life. To tell this story, even here amongst strangers, takes me well outside of my comfort zone. I guess the best thing to do is start with a little backstory, which I will do in comments. I grew up in a semi-rural part of Pennsylvania, about an hour outside of Pittsburgh. My parents bought a 6 acre piece of land on a busy two-lane highway when I was two years old. It is the only place I remember living as a child. There are pictures of me at our previous house, but I only remember that house on route My parents were very religious in those days. Since I can remember, we were in church whenever the doors were open. My dad worked in a steel mill as an engineer. Mom worked for awhile as a waitress when I was very young, but for most of my youth she was a stay-at-home mom. My father was a strict disciplinarian. The church we attended, a fundamentalist baptist congregation, dictated that the father is the head of the household, and the wife and children are subservient to him. When we got out of line,it was a scolding from mom, but the real punishment was waiting for dad to get home. While we would occasionally get away with only a withering lecture, most times we ended up in our respective bedrooms, waiting on daddy and his belt. My sister is 22 months older than me. We both loved our parents dearly, but given the harsh atmosphere of our home, my sister took naturally to the role of my protector. We formed a deep bond looking out for each other, and skipped a lot of the sibling rivalry type behavior that I hear about from others. Whatever the reason, my big sister and I were very close. While homeschooling does afford a bit of limited social interaction with other home-school kids, it really does deprive kids of some very basic socialization experiences. Instead of learning dirty words from my school friends, I learned them from my sister. Instead of picking up little bits of information from other kids about the birds and the bees, my sister and I would end up talking about them. A natural part of child development is talking your way through confusing subjects with your friends. These conversations take the form of joking, teasing and outright questioning. When the only person you have to learn about these things with is a member of the opposite sex, and that person is someone who is your closest ally and confidant, it is natural that instead of just talking and teasing, your just start investigating the differences between your own body and theirs. This is where and why our story begins. A lot of what happened in those early years is mostly a blur. The number one thing that always stands out in my mind is that my sister was always in control of the situation. I adored her, and always wanted to make her happy. I remember that for a little while, our thing was pretending that I was kidnapping her. I would drag her into her bedroom, while she pretended to scream for me to stop. Mostly these little games were just an excuse to end up in a bed together. Once we were there, things usually started with her having me rub her back. By this point, we were a little older, old enough that she had begun to develop breasts. I remember she wore this blue training bra that had these criss-crossing tennis rackets on the front, where the two cups joined in the middle. Sometimes I would stand off to the side of the bed and brush my fingers over the part of her back that was exposed by pulling her shirt up. Sometimes, things would end there, with me rubbing her back. Like I said, she always drove the bus. Nothing happened unless she initiated it. If she was done and not in the mood for more, she would just sort of pull her shirt down and turn away. The times when she wanted to fool around, she would have me crawl up onto her bed and straddle her butt and rub up underneath her shirt or nightgown. After awhile, she would either reach behind and unfasten her bra, letting it just fall loose, or in some way or another suggest that I undo it so that I could get to her back better.
She said I was sick and asked if I do this every time they leave the house and how often I let the dog screw me. Whatever the reason, my big sister and I were very close. After awhile, she would either reach behind and unfasten her bra, letting it just fall loose, or in some way or another suggest that I undo it so that I could get to her back better. Wenner came into the toilets calling my name. I slowly pulled downmy underwear to the point where my dick bounced up and stood straight out in the air. She revealed her very red and embraced face. Email required Address never made public. She was very understanding and we reached an agreement. Rhiannon December 12, By the time I looked down, she had my dick down her throat. I would have spent every waking minute in that canopy bed of hers if she would have allowed it. That was a moment of sheer terror. Now get out of my sight. She jumped in the shower, and I think I was kind of hanging around and maybe trying to work my way into the shower with her when I heard the sound of my grandma at the top of the stairs. After dad got home later on he was told what happened and i was grounded for two months! Rinsed or washed and hung to dry hosiery has a slightly crumpled look that is filled or stretched out the moment the stocking is slid up your leg. As I was only 10 and scared I started to cry. Once my pants were down, she stood back up and kissed me again, only this time, my cock was grasped firmly in her hand. Crystal's StorySite storysite. She got off and laid down beside me afterwards. She left her boobs uncovered. Every inch deeper, she grabbed harder. Anonymous December 11, Bullying, racism, personal attacks, harassment, or discrimination is prohibited. Not noticeable, but I could definitely feel it waking up. Kim July 02, I like to think that I ended up getting pretty good at it. As Sarah my sister was 16, she had some pretty things compared to my boy things. Anonymous November 03, Who comes and makes my step-sister leave her room. Notify me of new posts via email. She had this nightie that she also wore around the house, even when our parents were there. How could I find out I wondered? She came into the room and caught me with it on and then made me show it to my stepdad and then started asking me embarrassing questions about why I did it etc for about minutes and then made me take it off and then both of them gave me a hard, painful bare bottom spanking. I t depends. As I pulled on the panties I realized that they were the pair that I had worn that first night. I then released the warm cum into her mouth. I put some lotion on my hands and started rubbing it out on her skin. I grew up in a semi-rural part of Pennsylvania, about an hour outside of Pittsburgh. I tried again. Sir," I responded as I pulled up my undies and pants and then opened the door. Turning the TV off I trudged upstairs and into the bathroom where my mother just said "strip. Should we call you Marcia or something other than Mark, little girl. I could feel her body starting to shake, so I wrapped my forearms around her lower back and started thrusting harder as I finished. It was just her way. Ten minutes later when mum called me down to tea I almost ran to the kitchen. Sign up for the Thought Catalog Weekly and get the best stories from the week to your inbox every Friday. Luckily for me, the basement shower was right below the kitchen sink. The plastic pants sis had on were adult size and fit her blousy and when she walked,i could here them crinkling under her dress.
Stana That was a very clever retort about wanting to sketch the shoes. Somehow it is often the shoes. Once I used an afternoon to dress up and my wife came home earlier than expected with my two sons. As I realized they were heading down the driveway I made a mad dash upstairs to do the instant change back to guy mode. As I reached the top step one black high heel pump, size 12, fell off and tumbled down the stairs. I made the decision on the spot to continue changing since they would be coming in the garage through the basement. After the quick change I ran back down and they had stayed in the kitchen so I retrieved the shoe and stuck it behind a pillow on the sofa in the living room. As long time dressers, you and I both know what every woman knows about washed and worn stockings and pantyhose. New hose has a distinct look and feel that is lost the first time the stocking is worn. Rinsed or washed and hung to dry hosiery has a slightly crumpled look that is filled or stretched out the moment the stocking is slid up your leg. I can tell from twenty feet away if a stocking is new, just washed or worn one or more times. I am sure that you can do the same. I am also sure that while my mother never caught me in her clothes that as I look back over the years, notwithstanding my extreme care with placing all her items back where they had been that she also could tell if someone had been wearing her stockings. Until, of course, the day she finally caught me. But many times, i'd hear the sound of her car, and be whipping stuff off left and right Oh, I remember that terror of a car pulling into the driveway very well. Unfortunately, I did get that confrontation, and it was a life-changing event of the wrong kind. It left me riddled with shame and disgust for so long, denying me the opportunity to develop as I should have. Fortunately, I eventually found the courage to come out to my wife, and the 4 years since have seen us happier and closer than ever. It's wonderful to be loved and accepted for who you are. Sally- Lovely to hear things are going well. Now i have two drawers of panties and lingerie, and she'll even borrow some! Take care, sara elise. When I was around 14, I was upstairs in our house on my own and was trying on my favourite of my mum's skirts and some tights. I was nominally being looked after by a neighbour who'd pop in once or twice a day to check on me. I was dress up in the skirt and top when suddenly she called up the stairs to see how I was. Quick change of the top and then out onto the landing to say that I was fine. At the time, I was so relieved she didn't know that whilst everything looked ok, there was a skirt and tights where she couldn't see. Even more relieved that she didn't ask me to come downstairs. As Stana said though, it would maybe have been better if she did and the secret had just got out years before Nice story Stana. When I was young living at home I was very nearly caught. The full story can be found in one of my posts if anyone is interested. Stana,When I was around 13 to 14 I snuck into my mom's room and even though she was busy in another room, I decided to wear her panty girdle and because it was a bigger than me, I put in a small pillow that filled out it perfectly. She came into the room and caught me with it on and then made me show it to my stepdad and then started asking me embarrassing questions about why I did it etc for about minutes and then made me take it off and then both of them gave me a hard, painful bare bottom spanking. Been dressing since I was 13 my mum chaught me in her stuff when I was 16 had her panties stockings bra nice top her leather skirt and her heels. I was 14 and parents were out of town and had the neighbor lady single mom check in on me. I had on a very cute short nightie and fell asleep on the couch. That evening she came to check on me. I didn't wake up right away. A long story short I ended up eating a pizza with her and her 11 yo daughter and me still in the nightie. Later on I would go and help her clean her basement and garage and always wore her things when I did. As a special surprise she bought me a training bra. Often that is all I wore when visiting. I loved to masturbate for them and always licked my hands clean. When i was in 9th grade i remember i was home alone for like 4 hours so i whent in to my moms room and put on a pair of her cotton panties and a pair of some thick cotton tights she had.