BSC09 the Fall and Rise of Jared ReznikChapter 14 Jared s Kind Offer
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"What are you going to do about it? Are you going to go cry to Mommy
complaining that I borrowed some of your clothes without asking?"
"You know I can't do that, Tammy, give me back my clothes."
"Your tights, James, be specific!"
"Give me back my tights, then. Are you happy?"
"Ask me nicely, like a good little girly."
"May I have my tights back please?" I begged, not wanting to continue
this conversation with my sister.
"Your tights? James, boys don't own tights. Are you asking me to return
to you a pair of women's pantyhose?"
"You know they are tights, Tammy. Why are you making this so difficult?
You took a pair of my tights from my room this morning without asking.
Would you return them, please?"
"Of course, Sissy James, I'll return your tights. But first you have to
explain to me why I was able to borrow a pair of white seamed ballet
tights from my brother. You're not taking ballet classes, are you?"
"No, I'm not taking ballet classes, Tammy. You know that. We can't
afford classes like that, and I wouldn't take ballet classes anyways.
Ballet is for girls."
"Yeah, and so are tights. And that's not the only thing you're hiding in
your room, sweetie. I found some other things I might be interested in
borrowing as well. I love that floral skirt. And it's my size, too. Oh,
brother dearest. May I borrow that floral skirt tomorrow, or are you
going to need it?"
"What were you doing digging through my things?"
"I had a run in my stockings, James. I'm sure you know how frustrating
that is. I asked Mother and she didn't have any, so she suggested I take
a pair from your room."
"Mother knows I have tights in my room?"
"You are so ignorant, James. We've known about your little girly secret
for about a year. Didn't you ever wonder why we didn't ask about missing
panties and things? Mother and I have been supplementing your little
lingerie collection for quite a while now. We both knew you were
stealing my panties, so Mother and I would buy some additional undies,
knowing you'd be wearing them within the week. Little pervert!"
"Oh, my God!" I can't believe Mother knows about this. What am I going
to do? You've got to help me. Please, Tammy. What am I going to do?"
"Well, for one, I'd stop bothering me about you're tights. I'll wash
them and get them back to you as soon as possible. Though for the life
of me, I can't imagine why you'd want to wear tights. They're so hot now
during this beginning of summer. Why not just shave your legs and go
without pantyhose or tights. It's much more comfortable. Or are you
worried that someone will notice that you shave your legs. Get over it,
brother dear. Nobody cares nowadays that people shave their legs."
I looked at Tammy feeling totally embarrassed and confused. She'd just
told me that she and Mother both knew that I'd been stashing girl's
clothes in my room for over a year now. And they'd even helped by
purchasing lingerie, knowing that I'd probably steal it from the laundry
room. How do I confess to this little perversion, when they both already
knew about it already?
"So, brother dear, what panties are you wearing now? Probably that
really cute lacy pink brief that turned up missing last week. Mother and
I both agreed you'd really like that panty. Isn't the lace just
adorable? I'll bet you feel really feminine and sexy wearing that little
panty. I know I liked wearing it. Panties like that make me feel really
femmy. I feel kind of little girlish in that panty, though. I prefer
cotton briefs. I find that lace material itchy. Don't you? But then,
I'll bet you like that, don't you?"
I hung my head in shame. She was right. I was wearing that pink nylon
panty. The lacy panels on the sides were a bit itchy, but it reminded me
just what I was wearing all day. Knowing that I was wearing a woman's
panty and feeling that feminine discomfort of a lacy side panel on my
panty briefs. No boy would ever experience that. I wasn't sure if Tammy
knew that I was wearing a pantiliner with the undies. I don't know how
much she dug around my room. Sometimes I'd take a few tampons and some
heavy flow pantiliners so I could pretend I was in my period, and act
kind of bitchy. Hell, she got to do that, so why couldn't I?
"You're being really quiet, James. Not having your period, are you? Do
you need to borrow something, or are you all set? Wouldn't want you
worried about a heavy flow day."
"Tammy!"
"Don't worry, James. I won't tell. Mother has been buying some extra
feminine napkins and things just in case. Serious, dear brother. We both
understand. It's just a part of womanhood. Just like the tights and
panties. I promise I won't tell a living soul. It really doesn't make a
difference to Mother or I what color panties you're wearing, or if
you're having your period. I'll tell Mother to be a little easy on you
if you'd like. We both know how sensitive a girl can be during her 'time
of the month.' I'll help you mark it on your calendar if you'd like.
It's kind of important to keep track of things like that. Swimsuit
season and all that. Can't wear a two-piece if you're in need of a heavy
napkin."
I almost burst into tears at this moment. Tammy just pulled me up close
and gave me a hug.
"So what about that skirt, James? May I borrow it? I have a date
tomorrow and it'd go perfect with my new blouse."
"Sure, go ahead. My life is ruined now anyways. I won't need it anymore.
It's not like I got to wear it out anyways. I suppose you're going to
tell Mother that you borrowed it from me?"
"What do you mean, you're not going to need it? A girl needs lots of
cute clothes. I was beginning to wonder how you got along on just a few
skirts and leotards. Leotards? Girlfriend, how do you go to the bathroom
when you're wearing a leotard? Those are just for exercise nowadays.
Active girls wear sweats and a top. Of course cotton panties and a
sports bra are much healthier for a girl's body. I didn't see anything
like that in your room. Would you like to show me anything more? I've
been begging Mother to bring up this conversation for months, but she
kept saying 'No.' She's really concerned about your being so sensitive."
Tammy stood there looking at me. Like I was supposed to invite her into
my room so she could pick up the skirt and maybe have me show her what
else I was hiding. She already knew about my leotards, and the tights,
of course. Since she borrowed one of my more expensive tights. And white
is so hard to keep clean. I didn't notice that she wore tights today, so
I'm not sure if she even wore them. And seamed tights are a little more
expensive than the regular unseamed tights I like to wear under my
slacks. I had her follow me into my room where Tammy sat right on my
bed.
"Well?"
"Well, what?" I asked.
"What else are you hiding from me? Show me your lingerie, little sister.
And get me that adorable floral skirt. Where'd you get it? I love that
material. But you'd have to wear a slip under that material, it's so
thin. Except you prefer that ballet dancer look. I guess that would be
cool but I'd still think you'd wear a half-slip under that skirt. Do you
have one? I could let you borrow one if you needed."
"Tammy! I really don't have much opportunity to wear a skirt about the
house, or out for that matter. I just wear it in my room, and I didn't
think about a slip."
Tammy pulled her jeans off, right in front of me. She didn't appear
embarrassed or anything. She just grabbed the skirt from my hands and
pulled it up.
"Look here, little sister, dear," she said. "You can see my panties. Do
you want boys to see your intimates when you're walking around the mall?
Geez! We wear a half-slip so boys can't get all bothered about seeing
our sexy little butts wiggling our panties at them. Get a clue,
girlfriend."
Tammy left my room and ran to her room, returning with a pink half-slip
in her hands. I'd seen it before, while digging around her underwear
drawers, but never had the guts to try something like that on. I
couldn't steal it from her because it seems such an obvious piece of
lingerie in her wardrobe. It really is pretty and lacy. I've dreamed of
wearing that slip for a long time. Tammy pulled my skirt off and then
proceeded to remove her blouse.
"I wore this bra because it coordinates well with my panties. Do you
like it?" She fashioned the bra for me, turning around a little as she
began to bend over to step into the pink slip.
I felt I was in heaven. Tammy was dressing in front of me like I really
was her little sister. At least she was treating me like that.
"Get over it, James. You wear panties, you might as well see other girls
in their bras and panties as well. It's not like that big a deal, you
know. If you were a girl at the high school, you'd have to undress in
front of all the other girls. Guess what, this is what they wear. Bras
and panties. Just like your little collection. You don't have to hide
them anymore, you know. Mother and I are both comfortable with it. As a
matter of fact, it makes our lives a lot easier. We don't have to keep
closing doors and trying to hide from you. And do you know what? You
don't have to hide your little secret from us anymore, either. Isn't
that great? You can wear one of your nighties in front of us and we
won't laugh at you. We will know that you are wearing a panty, and even
a bra if you want, under your clothes."
I stood there watching as Tammy adjusted her bra, walked over to my
dresser and pulled one of my ? sleeve leotards out from under my jeans
and stepped into the legs. I watched as she wiggled the dancewear up,
adjusting the leotard around her bra. She then stepped into the pink
half-slip, turning it a little to make sure that the seam line was on
the side. She grabbed the skirt off the bed and stepped into it.
"I've never seen any shoes hidden around here, James. What would you
suggest with an outfit like this?"
"Ballet flats, black, to match my leotard. You've got a pair in your
closet that would be perfect. They're too small for my feet."
"You little sneak!"
"Sorry!"
"Hey, I look kind of hot in this outfit," she admired herself in the
mirror, playing around with her hair, trying to figure how she was going
to wear it.
"I suppose you want to wear the leotard too?" I asked.
"Like, duhh! It's perfect. Don't you think so?" She turned around like a
ballerina, showing off how much better she looks in that outfit,
compared to me."
"Come with me!" She demanded.
I followed her into her room and sat on her bed as she sat at the vanity
and started putting on makeup. I've always enjoyed watching her as she's
applied lipsticks or eye shadow. There's just something feminine about a
girl applying makeup. I didn't mean to stare but she really is a pretty
girl and watching her now as she's wearing my leotard and skirt was
really exciting for me.
"Pay attention, little sister, cause I'm only going to help you a
little. You should have learned this a long time ago."
Tammy proceeded to show me how to 'do' her face. How to apply perfumes
and how to pick shoes for an outfit. She selected a 2" heel because
she's a little shorter and wants to add a little height. She instructed
me on how to walk with a little heel, toes touch first, one foot
directly in front of the other with cause my hips to sway a little. She
opened one of her drawers and pulled out some breast enhancers. "You'll
need these more than I do," and she handed them to me. She then opened
her bra drawer and pulled a pile of beginner bras that she saved for me.
She told me she thought it was about time I started wearing something a
little more womanly. She handed me a pile of 10 girl's beginner and
lightly padded bras, informing me that the breast enhancers would fit
perfectly in 'my' new bras and she hoped I liked them. She then told me
to go put on one of my nightgowns and suggested I might wear one of the
bras and enhancers and meet her and Mother at the dinner table. She told
me that Mother was expecting me to be dressed as she suggested and would
be happy to see that I let her borrow my skirt and leotard. I hugged
Tammy and ran to my room to try on one of my new bras. I pulled a night
shirt hidden in one of the dresser drawers and kept the pink nylon
panties on.
I heard Mother down in the kitchen cooking something. Since Tammy and I
were busy in her room, Mother didn't bother us when she got home. I
guess she and Tammy had been planning this for a while. I heard Tammy
call for me after a little bit. Then I heard Mother call us for dinner.
"Girls," she said. "Dinner is ready."
Tammy knocked on my door, still wearing the leotard and skirt and her
heels. I opened my door, wearing a pink night shirt. Tammy could see I
was wearing one of the bras she gave me. She gave me a hug and we walked
down the stairs together. Tammy was holding onto my hand as we reached
the bottom of the stairs. Mother was exiting the kitchen, looking at us
both. She had a nice smile on her face. Not at all threatening.
"Oh, Tammy! What a cute outfit. Did James let you borrow that?"
Tammy nodded.
"I like that leotard look, Tammy. And the ? sleeve allows me to see your
wrists and bracelets. I have a perfect necklace that matches that skirt.
James, you'll have to tell us where you got that skirt, it's adorable."
"Well, dinner is ready, ladies, if you'd like to join me."
Tammy and I followed Mother into the dining room and sat in our regular
seats. That was it. Nothing else was said. You'd think they'd make a big
deal about my wearing a night shirt, and obviously a bra with a little
enhancements. Nothing. As a matter of fact, Mother complimented Tammy on
her makeup and they talked about some date that Tammy would be going on
the next evening. I just sat there in amazement, wondering why I wasn't
in trouble or anything like that. They weren't staring at me, or
laughing or making fun, or making me feel uncomfortable in any way.
"I want you girls to clean up the kitchen mess this evening." Mother
looked at us and we both nodded in agreement. Wear an apron, Tammy, I
don't want you getting James' skirt dirty."
"I'll change into my jammies as well, Mother, before we start on the
kitchen. I just wanted you to see how nice his clothes looked on me."
Mother agreed. "I hope you decide not to hide your things any longer,
James. It's silly to keep skirts and dresses in dressers when you have a
perfectly good closet with lots of space. Let's plan on filling it up a
little, shall we?"
I just nodded. I couldn't speak. It felt like a huge frog was in my
throat. I couldn't swallow. I just stood there, looking like a little
girl in her nightshirt. I felt a little self-conscious about my budding
breasts as I saw Mother looking up and down my body. The nightshirt
wasn't all that girlish. It was a light pinkish color but it wasn't all
frilly and lacy. Mother walked over to me and gave me a hug. She pressed
me against her pretty hard and I could feel her rubbing my back to
confirm her suspicions that I was indeed wearing a bra.
"And I'm happy to see that you've borrowed some of your sister's clothes
as well. Does that bra fit you okay? We can get you fitted if you like,
James. I have a friend who's really good at it if you're up to it. I
don't want you feeling like we're giving you old hand-me-downs. A girl
likes her own new bras and panties, if that's what you need. I hope and
pray that we're not embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable in
any way."
I just hugged Mother tighter and enjoyed the feeling of her rubbing on
my bra. I even felt her touch around my bum and confirmed I was wearing
a nylon panty.
"Is that the pink nylon brief that ended up missing from the laundry
room last week?"
Again I nodded.
"That's okay. We bought it for you, James. I thought you'd like that
panty. It's really pretty, isn't it? Though I'm not into that lacy
lingerie. I find that it tends to itch a little after a while. We talked
about getting the coordinating bra, so you'll have to let me know if you
want it. I'm not sure they sell it in an 'A' cup. That is your bra cup
size, isn't it, James? God! That's an unusual question to ask one's
child when I should have introduced you to bras a year ago.
Again, I just nodded my head and started moving dishes toward the sink.
Tammy ran upstairs to change into her pajamas. She normally wears a
shorts and top jammies set. This evening she selected the 'Hello, Kitty'
pajamas but put on the apron as well. She handed one to me. Mother
filled a wine glass and went into the living room to relax a bit. I told
Tammy that I felt funny being called James while wearing a bra and
panties.
"What should we call you then?" She asked.
"Jamie, I think I just want to be a plain simple old Jamie, if you think
that's okay. Do you think Mother will mind?"
"Are you kidding! We've been trying to figure what name you'd go with
for months. I think we both figured it would be some sissy name like
Prissy or some fru-fru name. But Jamie is just perfect."
"Mother," Tammy yelled into the living room. "Jamie wants to be called
'Jamie."
"Thank you, Tammy."
We cleaned the kitchen, put some ice cream into bowls and headed toward
the living room. It just seemed like the right thing to do this first
'girls only' night. It wasn't planned or discussed, but just fell into
place. We sat with Mother between us. Kind of snuggly and comfortable.
Mother did go into her room to change, and selected a pajama similar to
mine. When she sat down, I saw a peek of her panties, and she just
smiled at me.
"Similar to your panties, aren't they. I like these too. It makes us
women feel more like women, don't you think?"
We sat and watched some movie, but I really wasn't into it. I just
enjoyed the smell of perfume, and the womanly touch of a mother next to
her daughters. It was a quiet evening. I picked up the ice cream bowls
at the end of the movie. Mother hugged us both and sent us on our way up
the stairs to bed.
I was just about to fall asleep when I heard my door open. Tammy quietly
entered and asked me if I was asleep. I told her no.
"I keep thinking about your tiny penis next to that pretty pink panty,
Jamie, and it's getting me really hot. Can I look?" she asked as she
slid into bed next to me.
"Tammy, this isn't right." I exclaimed as she cuddled next to me and
starting touching my penis through the panty material. My little penis
started growing right away. Tammy giggled and started moving her head
down in that direction.
"What are you going to do, Jamie? Go screaming to Mother that I was
touching you inappropriately. Get a life, little sister. I need to
explore and practice a little."
She continued to rub my penis through the material. I felt her lift the
panty waistband and pulled it down a little. I was in shock when I felt
her tongue licking my penis. I was in heaven when she put it into her
mouth and started bobbing her head up and down.
"What a naughty girl, Jamie. You're going to get your pretty panties all
wet if I keep doing this, aren't you?"
I moaned in delight. I felt her raise her hand up my nightshirt, feeling
up toward my bra.
"And what cute little titties my sister has! Does that feel good, Jamie,
getting your bra and breasts rubbed on?"
"Wow!"
Tammy sucked me dry that night. She sat on me after a major orgasm and
cleaned me off with her pajama bottoms. She then took off her jammies
and panties and rubbed herself to completion just sitting on my penis.
She never allowed me to enter her, but just seemed to enjoy the rubbing
motion, and I wasn't going to complain.
Okay! I know it's a bit difficult to understand. I'm still thinking
about it myself, but it's not like we fucked each other. She gave me a
blow job, and then sat on me and rubbed herself raw. I think it was kind
of sexy. It's not like I'm totally into my sister, or anything like
that. We just comforted each other last night. We eventually fell asleep
in each other's arms. Her body felt so soft and comfortable next to
mine. I slept in my nighty, and she in her pajama top. Her sexy bottom
was right up against my penis all night. How awesome is that?
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