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"The Intervention" By: Simonne Danielle © 2008 All rights reserved [email protected] FANTASY: Imagery which is more or less coherent, as in dreams and daydreams, yet is unrestricted by reality. INTERVENTION (noun) - To interfere, usually through force or threat of force, in the affairs of another. The greatest obstacle in the treatment of the addicted person is denial. One way to overcome denial is through a formal Intervention. During the Intervention process loved ones force the addict to view his addiction in light of the devastating effects it has on him and all those around him. The loved ones of the addict can then rally 'round and assist him in learning to behave in a proper and productive manner. The process of Intervention is designed to smash through the addict's rigid denial defense mechanisms and break through to reality. The Intervention process works. The addict who is subjected to a successful Intervention invariably makes the decision to undergo treatment. This is the first step toward his recovery. ~ - ~ - "The Intervention" ~ - ~ - This is just too yummy! Mouth-watering, delectably scrumptious YUMMY! Better than I could've EVER hoped for! I can't even remember being this excited! I'm so wet down THERE, I'm squishing! That's how yummy this is! I suppose I should explain. While I still can. Before I swoon into unconsciousness! I mean, that is why you all are here, isn't it? I'm sitting here, uncomfortably damp and squishy down THERE, watching another podcast. Another podcast being secretly recorded and transmitted to our laptop. This is sure to be one of the most memorable yet! Not because it's that much different from all the others. Unh- Unh! Not at all. This is gonna be one of the most memorable because it'll probably be the last one we'll have to record secretly. Like we've been doing for the past year. There were times, in the beginning at least, when I'd feel guilty about spying in such a devious way. But Mom, bless her heart, was always there to keep me focused. She was the mastermind of our little scheme and constantly reminded me that what we we've been doing, as devious as it is, has always been righteous, well-intentioned, and in everyone's best interest. You see, today's the day Mom and I have decided, to put it mildly, to 'persuade' Danny Berkley, my eighteen year old twin, that he's been going about this all wrong! It's gonna be the ultimate family Intervention! You've seen that show on TV. The one where families confront one of their ne're-do-well relatives. Admittedly, one who's usually an alcoholic or drug addict. Though that's not exactly Danny's case. The show where they give their loved one virtually no choice but to change his evil ways and behave in a proper and productive manner! That kinda describes what we have in mind for my twin brother, Danny. Don't get me wrong. Danny's ways aren't really evil. And, Danny's no alcoholic or drug addict. In a very real sense, though, he's just as hooked as any hard-core heroin addict. And, like just about every addict, his addiction has drastically affected his ability to function as a normal eighteen year old boy. The way, some might say, that Mother Nature intended. Danny's addiction, like every other addiction, was also affecting his immediate family. Not just Mom and me either but other close family friends as well. Mom and I, being the loving and concerned significant others in Danny's life, have finally decided that an Intervention is the only logical course of action. For the good and welfare of all. To that end we have consulted experts in the field and planned this momentous occasion down to the teeniest detail. But I'm getting ahead of myself. And, as I watch the action on our computer, I'm getting even wetter down THERE just thinking about what all is about to unfold! Of course, Danny has no idea he's being watched. Or, for that matter, that we've been secretly watching him for the past year! The remote computer I'm so glued to is over here in Evelyn Anderson's family room. Evelyn is one of the close friends I was talking about. In point of fact, Mom and Evelyn are real, real close. And they make no bones about it. If you get my drift. Even though they both enjoy dating guys, when push comes to shove, they really prefer spending quality time with each other. I remember the great times when Danny and I used to be real close, too. We actually learned how to kiss, even French kiss, by practicing with each other. THAT was so fun! And yes, we'd even enjoyed more than a little intimate exploring with our hands. All that changed when Danny caved to his addiction. After that I felt as if he'd abandoned me. The same way his teammates on the gymnastic team must have felt abandoned after he up and quit just when he was the odds-on favorite to win a full-boat scholarship as the greatest athlete on the parallel bars in state history. You wouldn't believe how great he was on the parallel bars despite his diminutive stature and especially his small hands. But he could grip those bars just as surely as he could his grip pecker when he does the nasty deed. I don't really give a rat's pattootie about the parallel bars but I'm sure hoping our little Intervention will bring back the fun intimate times he and I used to share. When Danny's addiction made him emotionally unavailable I began finding solace with a few of my closer friends. Mom had barged in on me and my playmates in the process of swapping spit, and other bodily fluids, on more occasions than I care to count. Funny thing is, though, she didn't seem to mind. I guess she figured she had no place complaining, what with things the way they were between her and Evelyn. And, as she reminded me in no uncertain terms, my girlfriends, especially, couldn't get me preggers. Even so, as an added precaution, she's had me on the pill since I turned thirteen. My Mom's the smartest Mom in the world! And just in case you haven't got the complete picture, Mom is extremely liberal. To a fault, some might say! Her lover, Evelyn, also happens to be the Intervention expert we consulted. She lives just a few doors down from us. She also hooked us up with a top-notch security expert. And with his able assistance Mom had installed more than a dozen tiny and well-hidden Nanny-Cams throughout the house. And it's all these Nanny-Cams which have allowed us to observe and record all Danny's escapades. Every single one of them! Twenty-four hours a day! Seven days a week! The Nanny-Cams are the cornerstone of our Intervention. Actually, we've known about my darling brother's devious little secret for the past two years. And for the past year, like I said, we've been watching Danny's every move, podcasting them to the laptop we'd set up at Evelyn's AND recording everything on DVD's! Oh my word! The fun times we've had watching those! Danny, the poor dear, still has no clue! The recordings are, each and every one of them, in a word, precious! Simply the most precious depictions of my twin brother at his very best. At least at his very best to date. Mom and I are hell-bent on making him even better! It's high time! Hence, our Intervention. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Oh how I wish I could share these precious DVD's with all of you. I guess you'll have to settle for second best. So let me try my darnedest to describe what I'm watching! Did I mention they were precious? I can't help it! They really are just so, so precious! Each time we watch these DVD's, that's the one word which comes to mind ... PRECIOUS! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. I know this'll sound too, too weird. Regardless, I still have to tell you. Believe it or not, I'm watching Danny giggling contentedly as he's standing naked at the bathroom sink gently squeezing soapy water through, of all things, a pair of my panties. One of my favorite pair I might add. My pink silk bikini. The pair with the most delicate lace panels inset on each hip. Danny does have exquisite taste. He's proved that time and time again. His self-satisfied giggle is filled with pride. As it always is! Of course he's proud of himself! In his delightfully deceitful, though thoroughly oblivious mind, he's just managed to pull off what he believes is another one of his 'successful' escapades, the latest in a long line of 'successful' escapades. It was during these escapades, when he was certain he was alone, that he'd sneak into my very own private 'INNER SANCTUM' - - my personal 'NO FLY' zone - - my 'TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT ON SIGHT! - - Bedroom! He'd pluck a silky, lace-trimmed panty from my dresser then slip it on and then ... Can you imagine? ... He'd throw his lithe little body onto my lavender-scented satin comforter and then ... He'd massage his throbbing oversized pecker with the silky fabric until ... just like always ... he spurted and spurted and spurted! ... huge globs of his sticky, pearly-white, hot, gooey CUM ... until my panty was thoroughly saturated! Did I mention that he's very well endowed? I didn't mention that? I thought I did. Well he is! You'd think, seeing him defile my expensive lingerie on a daily basis, that I'd be upset ... Feel violated ... Seek revenge! Especially since he's my twin! What girl wouldn't? Truth be told, I feel none of those petty and immature emotions. Never have! Neither does Mom, for that matter, when he sneaks into her things! Anyway, this is the scenario Danny likes to play out when he doesn't have all that much time. Mom and I jokingly dubbed it his 'Quickie- Cum'. You know, like when he wants to do the deed and get everything cleaned up and put back in place in a hurry. Invariably just before Mom or I get home. He has lots of other favorite scenarios. More intricate, well-planned, rehearsed, and acted out down to the teeniest detail. Ones which take a lot more time than he'd allotted himself today. Like when he dolls himself up in one of my formal gowns or a sexy cocktail sheath or a simple casual skirt and cute top like I would normally wear to school or to the mall. I mean complete in every little detail. Right down to fastidiously applied make-up, perfectly coordinated accessories, a saucy hairstyle, even expertly manicured and painted nails! It's scenarios like those which can take him hours! And, as you might imagine, the ones he really, really loves acting out. And the ones I've spent countless hours enjoying late into the night when I'm all cuddled up in bed. The little darling is so hooked he's even gotten in the habit of pilfering one of my pretty nighties from the dirty laundry hamper to sleep in. He thinks I haven't noticed THAT! God only knows what's going through his pretty little head when he's all dolled up in full girlie mode and jacks himself to one earth-shattering cum after another! That's the one thing all those Nanny-Cams can't tell us. Mom thinks he's probably imagining that he's actually one of us while he casually parades around in one of our dresses or a coordinated skirt and top. Or in just my undies or one of my nighties so he can lounge about and watch TV. The same way we're always doing. Personally, I'm guessing he probably thinks about how Mom 'tut-tut's' and playfully smacks his thingee (Mom loves to call it his thingee just to tease him even more) whenever she sees it tenting out his trousers. Which is just about anytime he's awake! Since we discovered his compulsive pastime it's become sort of a game I play. Trying to see how long I can keep him in that state of exquisite distress, I mean. Sometimes, just for fun, we'll pull into the garage a little early. We'll talk loud and rustle packages noisily to make sure he knows we're about to come in. But we always hang back long enough to let him stash away any evidence of what he's been up to. How fun it is to watch THOSE DVD's. Danny scurrying about in full panic mode, trying to unzip himself out of one of my skin tight mini dresses without ripping it to shreds! Trying to unhook his bra with one hand and his garter belt with the other! All without snagging my nylons, mind you! Stashing my clothes under his bed or in the back of his closet in a heap before scrambling to the bathroom where he jumps into the shower so he can scrub away any traces of the make-up he'd appropriated from my vanity. For an even funner time I'd innocently ask Mom while the three of us would be preparing dinner, "Have you seen my red spandex mini? I really wanted to wear it tonight." Of course I was talking about the same dress Danny had worn that day and which he'd hurriedly stashed away. Mom would reply, just as innocently, "Sorry, Elizabeth, I must have forgotten to pick it up from the cleaners. You'll have to wear something else." Oh how I'd pout and fume over Mom's 'forgetfulness'. On the other hand, the look of sheer terror and guilt on Danny's face was priceless! I'd stamp my tiny feet in mock outrage and cry, "I suppose you took my new bra and panty to the cleaners, too! And left my red sandals at the shoe repair! Why is it every time I want to wear something really special I can NEVER find it!" Danny really turns the prettiest shade of crimson when I say something like that! Other times I'd make it a point to wear the exact same outfit we knew Danny had worn earlier in the day. Right down to the same lingerie, make-up and jewelry. Or I'd change into the same bra and panties he'd soiled then laundered only an hour earlier and casually lounge about like we'd seen him do so many times. Silently taunting and teasing him mercilessly for the rest of the evening. Poor Danny. He'd turn the prettiest shade of guilty red. The veins popping in his neck. A hair's breadth away from a dead faint! Now THOSE times were really fun! Funny thing is though, no matter how much we teased and embarrassed him, or how many times he came within an inch of being caught in any number of the most mortifying situations, he never quit. He kept coming back for more. Tempting fate and totally incapable of avoiding the inherent embarrassment his addictive behavior inevitably caused him. One of the things we've learned about addicts is they're always in such a state of massive denial that they're oblivious to the fact that their addiction is so obvious to others. Or that their addiction impacts others, oftentimes more than it impacts the addict. Danny's addiction certainly drove Mom and me crazy. At first there were sleepless nights. Lots of sleepless nights! Emotionally gut-wrenching, hand-wringing, tear-jerking deliberations how to deal with this turn of events. That is until we came up with our clever Intervention plan. It was only after we installed the Nanny-Cams that it became crystal clear how upsetting it's been for Danny, as well. Oh how he cried, stomped his feet and tugged his hair as his initial attempts to glamour- up with my cosmetics frustrated him. Or how his inexperience tied him in knots as he tried to secure the hooks and eyes on a bra or garter belt. And you try putting on a pair of wispy nylons the first few times without a mother or sister to coach you. That really drove him up the wall. He spends every waking moment planning, plotting, and manipulating just so he can be home alone with all our delectable dainties, reveling in his feminine dream world, and relentlessly spewing his boy juice. Danny's amateurish attempts at make-up or coordinating his purloined outfits were almost vaudeville-like in the beginning. I have to admit he's become quite the fashion horse over the past year. All our DVD's prove that. And Mom and I have done our best to offer subtle helpful hints to make him better. You know, like leaving our fashion magazines conspicuously laying around, or carrying on constant and non-stop conversations about clothes, make-up and hair, or showing off that new must-have dress or the perfect pair of f++k-me pumps. It's so cute the way Danny pretends to ignore our conversations or, when he can't ignore us, how he complains, "Can't you two talk about ANYTHING else?" Sorry, I got a little sidetracked for a minute. Anyway, this time, like I said, he's a bit rushed. It's his, 'Slip-into-a-pair-of-my-silky- panties ... Have-a-quick-satisfying-cum ... Clean-up-and-be-watching-TV- when-we-get-home', scenario. And now, as you all showed up to enjoy the show, I'm watching Danny just as he's minced naked into my adjoining bathroom. I love watching him mince in that girlie way. You know the way I mean. Elbows tucked into his waist, wrists held up high and limp, teeny-tiny steps, one foot in front of the other on his tippy-toes like he's wearing heels even though he isn't, and his hips and cute bubble butt wiggling enticingly! Even his super-sized pecker and the hefty sac below swing and sway in the most adorable and tempting way! Though why he tucks it away like he does when he wears one of my skin tight skirts is a mystery. I kinda like seeing that bulge of his. I suppose he thinks a projection like the one he sports is a bit unladylike. So perfectly girlie-boy! He's already filled the sink with cool water and added the proper amount of Woolite. He knows we use Woolite exclusively to wash our delicates. And now here he is, lovingly squishing the silken soapy mixture through the fabric, purging all traces of his cummy juices. What a gem! Goodness gracious! Will you look at this! His incorrigible pecker is all hard and angry-red again! It's bobbing against the cool porcelain sink. Oh my! Some of the silken water just sloshed over the rim and onto his pecker! He's rubbing against the smooth porcelain! Like he's trying to hump the sink! And ... Can it possibly be? ... Yes! It's true! He's spurting another cummy load into the soapy water! Now that's one I haven't seen before! Oh well! No harm, no foul! A girlie-boy like Danny deserves all the cummies he can get! Danny knows he still has plenty of time to rinse and squeeze my panties partially dry before he tosses them into the dryer. They'll be dry, folded neatly, and returned to my lingerie drawer before Mom or I get home. I can feel more dampness collecting in my own panties as I watch this tantalizing scene. And MY dampness isn't infused with the scent of Woolite! I know from the look of smug satisfaction on his still flushed face what he has to be thinking. Twins always know what the other is thinking! It's common knowledge. The look on his face is simply screaming, 'This is so cool! I can't believe that practically everyday I have this whole house to myself! Mom and Elizabeth have no idea how I've been getting my jollies all this time! I've got it down to a science!' Of course, he has no clue that Mom and I make darned sure he HAS all that private time! His proud oh-so lewd laugh, a real belly-laugh this time, tells me he thinks he's honed the art of pilfering my lingerie to perfection. His irresistible urge to enjoy caressing his most intimate parts with my most intimate dainties then meticulously hand wash away the sinful leftovers is always a delight to watch! Heck, he even irons the dainty items after he's laundered them. At least the ones which require ironing. He knows which ones. And of course he uses the 'delicate' setting on the iron like he's watched us do so often. Then he lovingly returns them to their rightful place. Oh yes! Danny Berkley has his whole sexy, sinful, secretive, irresistible addiction timed with military precision! There! See that! Oops, I forgot you can't see. Well let me tell you. He's placing my pale pink nylon panty back in my bureau. In exactly the right place. Some girls, you know, are complete slobs. They have no respect for their dainties. The very same sexy, silky, lacey dainties they wear to drive guys to distraction. They just throw them sloppily into any drawer - - in a mish-mash - - then wonder why they can't find that hot pink bikini or that ruby red thong they planned to wear to mercilessly tease their date! Sheesh! How dumb is that!?!? But Danny, he knows I keep my intimates arranged according to style and color. I'm way to busy to waste time looking for just the right lingerie! I keep everything organized - - always available at a moments notice. And Danny would never be dumb enough to alter the order of my things. Oh-oh! Now he's peeking out my bedroom window. I can hear Mom's car door slamming shut. The microphones on those Nanny-Cams are THAT sensitive! Right on time Mom! I'm gonna switch to the Nanny-Cam in our den. 'Perfect timing! As always,' Danny's thinking. He's smiling to himself as he plops down on the couch in the den. He just switched on our fifty-inch plasma. He's the picture of smug self-confidence! "Hi Honey! I'm home!" Mom's calling out in her usual happy-go-lucky manner. "What're you watching?" "Nothin'!" is Danny's, 'I'm-Trying-So-Hard-To-Be-Macho', surly reply ... As usual! Sheesh! You'd think he'd be all gushy with joy after cumming twice! Instead of faking the typical sullenness of most eighteen year old boys, you'd think he'd rush to Mom's arms, wrists limp and flapping like the sissy he is and squealing with girlie-boy delight ... "Oh Mom! Oh Mom! I just spent the most delightful hour you could ever imagine! I sneaked a pair of Elizabeth's silky pink panties ... I know! I know! I should've asked first! ... But, guess what? I wanked myself off to a glorious cum! Oh Mom! It was just heavenly! And, while I was washing all my cummies from her panties, I had an even bigger cum when my thingee got all hard again and rubbed against the sink! And, Mom, don't worry! I hand-washed them just the way I've seen you guys do. I dried them and put them right back where they came from! Aren't you proud of me?" I mean, that's what he should have done instead of trying to hide his sissy, girlie-boy self behind that stupid macho fa?ade! But no! Danny has to go and act all macho. He has to keep up the pretense so he can keep his guilty secret buried deep inside! Silly boy! Little does he know that we're about to bring all THAT nonsense to a screeching halt! One thing about a well-planned Intervention. You never want to confront an alcoholic when he's drunk or an addict when he's high. All you get when you do that is a load of massive denial and arguments. Sometimes even violent reactions. Danny's no different. So we timed this whole business so he'd be relaxed and comfy in his shorts, tee- shirt and flip-flops. Totally unsuspecting. "Good!" I hear Mom say. "Then you won't mind helping me rearrange some furniture in your sister's room. It'll only take a few minutes and I could really use those big strong muscles of yours." Nice goin', Mom! Play the flattery card. Danny likes flattery. 'Big strong muscles' indeed! We all know that's a myth! Even Danny knows she's just being solicitous. If anything, those 'big strong muscles' Mom's referring to are pretty much non-existent! It's one of the things he always claims he regrets about being my twin. Obviously we're fraternal twins, but if it wasn't for the fact that he's a boy and I'm a girl we could be identical! Fortunately Mom's genes were more dominant than whatever the sperm donor contributed ... Whoever HE was! Things could've worked out the opposite, you know. Can you imagine lil' ol' feminine petite me if I'd inherited dominant genes from the Bio-Dad, with big huge manly muscles and no boobs? I shudder at the thought! On the other hand, being my twin has a distinct advantage for a sissy- boy like Danny. He gets to indulge his dress-up fantasies to his heart's content without having to worry about stretching any of my things out of shape. Being petite like me (Mom likes to refer to us both as petite) also gives him unfettered access to Mom's wardrobe since I'm always borrowing her things anyway. If there ever was an eighteen year old crossdressing sissy-boy who has it made, it's my twin brother Danny! He's getting up off the couch and mincing to my room to help Mom. God! The sweet dear is still mincing! He really can't control that cute mince when he thinks no one's watching! "What's up, Mom?" he's asking, as he manages to switch off his mince and bound manfully into my bedroom. The very same room he so recently violated. Oh look! He's inhaling deeply. He loves the scent of my perfumes, powders, and sachets! And I always make sure my room smells girlie-sweet for HIM! Okay, okay! For me too! Mom's sitting on the edge of my satin-covered bed. She's got her legs crossed and her short dress is hiked teasingly high. The dark welts of her stockings are showing. Danny can surely see them and the silver tabs of her garters holding them taut. Even better, he can see just the teeniest triangular patch of her virgin-white satin thong. Harrumph! 'Virgin-White'! Now there's a laugh! See, the thing is, besides enjoying sex with just about anyone, anytime, and in every way, Mom loves flaunting her luscious figure. And, being a chip off the old block, naturally I emulate her in every way. We, both of us, love the way men and boys perspire and slobber whenever we 'innocently' flash them the view Danny's enjoying. Both of us especially love the way Danny gets all flustered and self-conscious and turns beet-red whenever we tease him the way Mom's teasing him at this very moment. And Danny is the beneficiary of all the intense effort it's taken for me to hone my tease-to-taunt skills to perfection. Danny's no slouch either. We've watched him primping and preening in front of any mirror he passes. Practicing all the poses which come so naturally and instinctively to Mom and me. God! He's as intense as a Prima Ballerina when he practices his girlie poses! Like seductively crossing his legs and innocently flashing his nylons, his garters, the lacy hem of his slip. Even a sexy glimpse of panty ... Like mom's doing. Oh yes! Mom has been the perfect role model ... for both of us! But never mind that. Where were we, anyway? Oh yeah! He's just entering my room to help Mom move furniture. "What do you want to move, Mom?" He gets so guilty-nervous when Mom teases him like she's doing. He's reacting predictably to the tantalizing sight of Mom's southern hemisphere. He knows Mom knows what he's staring at. Still, he can't control his staring or his flushed, beet-red face anymore than he can control his incorrigible pecker. Ooooh! There goes that predictable pecker of his now! Just as predictable as every time he wears my silky undies. It's as rigid as re-bar! He is sooo adorable! Mom's making one of those obvious, though purposefully ineffectual, attempts to tug the hem of her mini dress down to a more modest level. She's really enjoying Danny's bug-eyed discomfort. And she's really enjoying eyeballing the tell-tale bulge inside his shorts! As Mom and I discussed many times while watching the recordings of Danny cavorting about, his gorgeous pecker is the only obvious difference between him and me. Well that and my well-developed ta-ta's. Thank God I take after Mom in the boob department! "Actually, Danny, there's really nothing to move. I fibbed about that. Close the door and come sit next to me." She's patting my satin comforter. The very one Danny had been laying on when he spewed his glorious load of boy-juice into my panty only an hour ago. I'm so giddy with anticipation! 'Here it comes,' I'm thinking. 'Brother-mine, your life is about to change forever! And unless I miss my guess you're gonna love the changes!' Without fanfare or preamble Mom points the remote at the forty-two inch LCD on the other side of my bedroom. The razor-sharp image on the screen is unmistakable! These Nanny-Cams really are first rate! I can see Danny's heart leap into his throat. I can just about hear his heart-rate triple. He's beginning to perspire! His tented out shorts just deflated like someone pricked them with a hatpin! There for the whole world to see ... If the whole world was watching, that is ... is naked Danny stepping gracefully into the very same pink panty he'd been wearing earlier. There's panty-clad Danny, posing model-like, hands on his cocked hips and admiring himself in front of the full-length mirror on the door of my walk-in closet. There's panty- clad Danny plumping his pecs and pinching his bare nipples to erection. Despite the humiliating evidence confronting him, I just know he's wishing he could sport a rack like mine! There's panty-clad Danny sensuously running his hands along his torso 'til they meet at his groin and clench my silky panty around his raging hard-on! There's panty-clad Danny mincing oh-so girlishly over to my bed where he's slithering his almost hairless body onto my satin comforter and stroking himself to that marvelous, gargantuan cum! As the wet spot grows to Lake Superior proportions, his panty turns transparent. Even as his orgasm is subsiding I can see the distinct rivulet of opaque cummy globules still oozing from his softening pecker. Somehow he manages to contain the flood inside his panty. Bless him! He's always so fastidious about not leaving any stains on my expensive comforter! I told you these videos are PRECIOUS! Being forced to watch himself doing the dirty-deed, Danny looks horrified! He's speechless! I can tell he's more embarrassed, more humiliated, than he's ever been in his eighteen years! That look says it all. I know, once again, just like I always know, exactly what he's thinking. 'How's this possible? I've been so careful ... so meticulous ... so absolutely certain I covered all the bases! I am sooo screwed!' Despite the utter shame and fear he's feeling, I can tell he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life. Just from watching the instant replay! Amazing! Oh, oh! He looks like he's ready to bolt from the room! To run as fast and as far as he can to avoid having to look Mom in the eye! I'm almost feeling a twinge of guilt. A pang of sorrow for his plight. But, in the long haul, it really is for the best. Mom and I have thought this all out so carefully. He's making a move to get up off the bed and run as fast as he can! Not so fast, Danny! Mom's hand has a firm grip on his slender upper thigh. Bless her! She sensed he was gonna attempt to flee before he even thought about fleeing. Her firm grip is all it takes to keep him immobilized! She has this way of imposing her will when it's necessary. Danny's instinctively looking down at his crotch like he always does when it betrays him like it's doing now. 'Can Mom feel my bulge growing harder by the second?' he's thinking. I know she can feel it! Shoot, I can almost feel it through the computer screen! In fact, I can see her hand gently patting that bulge as she gives him another of her patented, though humiliating, 'tut- tut's'! No mercy! Mom! You're so bad! Danny isn't bolting anywhere! "Interesting, eh?" Mom's smirking. "But wait, Danny! There's more! Don't change that dial! Stay tuned for a special offer!" Mom's been watching too many of those nauseating infomercials. "Mom! Please, turn it off! I can explain!" He's covering his eyes with his hands but I can tell he's peeking. He can't help it. Sheesh! He's begging just like Evelyn, the Intervention expert, predicted he would. His head looks like it's ready to explode! Both of them know there's no need to explain. The damning video is explaining it all. "Shush! We're not finished watching yet!" Mom's laughing. She loosens her grip just a little. She's loosened her grip so she can run her hand up and down the entire length of his thigh! She knows he won't run now. Mom can be such a tease! Danny's glued to the bed! Frozen in place! We're talking totally paralyzed here! But he's still watching! He's trying to avert his eyes but the video is simply too compelling. There he is, sitting alongside our very own mother, of all people! Watching himself mince from my bedroom into my adjoining bath, all the while squishing and smearing his bountiful spendings in and around his abdomen and his now very droopy pecker. Then ... If you can believe this ... he shoves his cum-coated fingers into his mouth and sucks up as much as he can! The way he licks his lips after tells us he's addicted to his cum as much as he's addicted to my wardrobe! How utterly embarrassing for him! Mom and Danny continue to watch in silence. Danny, in stunned silence. Mom, on the other hand, has this look of absolute rapture! She's always rapturously enthralled when she watches Danny on TV. So am I, for that matter. The only sound is the sibilant swish of nylon against nylon as Mom's saucily crossed leg continues to sway rapidly back and forth. I know what Mom's doing with her swaying leg. She's getting herself off just like I am! Me? I've got my skirt hiked up around my waist and my fingers buried deep inside the folds of my vagina! Unngghh! That had to be my gazillionth cum since I started watching! As the video continues to roll, Danny's filling the sink with cool water and adding precisely one capful of Woolite. Just before he submerses my panty he brings it to his lips and starts slurping and sucking what's left of his cummy residue. He is SO addicted! Finally, he's expertly hand laundering my cummy panty 'til all the tell- tale evidence flushes down the drain. I don't think I've ever seen a prettier shade of crimson than the color on Danny's face as he watches himself shoot off that second load of creamy goo into the sink! He can be sooo irresistibly charming! Now my sissy brother or, as I'm beginning to think of him, my naked wannabe sister, is taking my damp panty to the laundry room and is casually tossing it into the dryer. Mom and Danny watch the video in silence as it shows Danny mincing off to his own room and changing into the cargo shorts, tighty-whities, tee shirt and flip-flops he's wearing now. Funny thing is I've NEVER seen him touch himself when he's wearing his tighty-whities! How he must hate those scratchy Jockey's! And finally, I can see Danny, now back in macho drab, sauntering back to the laundry room where, in just this short amount of time, he's retrieving my pink panty, all warm and dry. After all, how long does it take to dry one wispy nylon panty? Even on the 'Delicate' cycle. And Danny, with that smug look on his face, is dutifully returning it, perfectly folded, to my lingerie drawer. I can tell he's thoroughly mortified and humiliated. I know he's never felt so low. Of course that's the whole idea. He has to hit rock- bottom. How else can we help him climb out of this pit he's dug himself into? Danny's beet-red, tear-streaked face is hanging down to his hairless chest. Mom continues to stroke his hairless thigh. That's another thing! He has none of that icky manly body hair to brag about and show off to his buddies like boys do. On the other hand, I'm positive he adores and revels in the silky-slick feeling of my nylons on his follicle-challenged legs! Another curse/benefit of being my twin. What a mixture of pleasure and frustration he must be feeling! "Pretty embarrassing, eh?" Mom's quietly commenting. She's never one to show any outward signs of anger. And I know for a fact the last thing she's feeling right now is anger. She's rambling on. I can't tell if Danny's actually tuned in. "And, to answer the question you're probably dying to ask but are too scared to ask, sweetheart ... We, your sister and I, have known about your little predilection for the past two years! Really since the very first time you raided our drawers. And we've been collecting all this video evidence of your little forays for the past year!" You go, Mom! "Oh my! The many good laughs we've had watching videos of you sneaking in and out of our rooms ... Watching you prancing and mincing about in our lingerie ... Watching your comical efforts to make-up your face. Well, at first they were pretty comical. Even YOU have to admit that. Though, I must say, your skills have improved by light-years lately. Must be all the glamour magazines and catalogs you've been studying so voraciously. You know, the ones we've conveniently left laying around the house! We can even tell which articles and ads are your favorites. You've left a lot of those pages stuck together, you naughty boy!"