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I STOLE MY SISTERS BOYFRIEND
BY
JANCE
OK, let's get this part over with so we can get on with the story. I am a
fifteen year old boy, named Ron, I have a nineteen year old sister named
Carol and, as in a great deal of these stories, we have an absentee
father.
Unlike in most of these stories, I am not a skinny, undersized wimp; as a
matter of fact I am quite large for my age, as large as my sister, I know
this because I spend a lot of time in her clothes unbeknownst to her and
my mother, in other words...I am a closet cross dresser.
My mother and Carol both work together in a nationwide firm, so now that
summer is nearly here and I will be home alone a lot, I will be wearing
Carol's clothes for several hours a day instead of the few hours a week
like I usually do.
It was a month or so before summer vacation that Carol got a new
boyfriend named Fred; he was twenty one and was in the money, his family
owned a lot of property in California. Except for cross dressing and one
other weird thing which I should be ashamed of, but am not, I considered
myself quite normal. I will assume that you want to know that quirk so
here it goes...for over a year now, before getting dressed in the morning...I
would go to the bathroom where Carol and I put our dirty clothes in the
hamper and take out the panties she wore the day before and put them on
under my undershorts, the worse condition they were in, the better I
liked them, especially after she was on a hot date and they would have
stiff spots on them, and when she was having her period and they were
really stained, I just loved that, but I digress, and I do that a lot,
digress.
The first time I saw Fred I almost died, he was the hottest thing I ever
laid my eyes on, and he was about six foot two and all muscle. Now I had
always thought I was a normal, straight guy but when I saw him, I wanted
him; I think I was even a bit jealous of Carol for a second or two. When
we shook hands I felt so weird and I think I saw something in his eyes
that told me he liked me.
Let's cut to the chase here...every time he came to pick up my sister on
Saturday night, I wished it was me he was picking up, and in bed at night
I would pleasure myself, picturing me dressed in the dress Carol wore
that night, and in the arms of this Adonis. I was constantly fighting
these thoughts because I knew I was not queer, as a matter of fact I had
beaten the shit out of a few guys I thought were.
Every Saturday I went through the same hell, and when he would come over
for Sunday dinner it was hell seeing him and Carol together.
I kept cross dressing after school but these times I pretended I was
Carol and was dressing for my guy. I was on an early release program at
school two days a week because I had a job, but quit and did not report
it, so I still left early and I had a few more hours to dress and be
"Carol" and pretend I was getting ready for my guy to pick me up.
One day a short while before school vacation started I was walking home
to get into the dress Carol had worn on her last date with Fred and who
do you think was passing in his car...? Fred. He asked if I needed a ride
home and of course I climbed in next to him and immediately got a hard
on. I invited him in for a soda.
We had a drink and while sitting at the kitchen table he kept touching my
hands and wrists, I read nothing into this but when I showed him to the
door after our drinks, he put his arm around my waist; I read nothing in
this either but after a few times, where he always seemed to "Meet" me
after school, I started to think he was actually hitting in me. Wow!
So...after a few times when I walked him to the door, he bent over and
kissed me goodbye, I dam near fainted and I did get a hard on.
This meeting became a regular thing at least two times a week when I was
on early let out. By then I knew we were lovers because after out sodas
we would sit on the couch watching TV or a DVD and snuggle, like lovers.
I would get very jealous when he would pick Carol up for their regular
Saturday dates. There were even times when I considered him cheating on
me with my sister.
Now...school was over and I knew we, Fred and me, would be seeing a lot
more of each other, the only sad part now was that I was no longer able
to cross dress as much. The only time I now had was after Fred left, and
when I came home from school before mom and Carol came home from work.
By this time there was no doubt that Fred and I were lovers, but of
course, he and were the only ones who knew it. The only problem I had was
that spending so much time with him was cutting down tremendously on my
dressing up time, so I thought; why not kill two birds with one stone?
Why can't I dress up and still be with the man I loved so much?
I never brought it up, that I wore my sister's clothes and had no idea
how he would take it. I would give it a try and see if he liked me as a
girl, and if he didn't, I would not do it again, at least not in front of
him. As soon as mom and Carol left for work I started looking for what I
was going to wear when Fred came for lunch.
I had seen Carol in this one dress and had never gotten the chance to
wear it so this would be as good a time as any. I got out the usual
undies and my own padding and put them on then pulled on the outfit I was
going to wear. I had Carol's panties on and was thrilled with them
because she was in the middle of her period and they were stiff with
dried blood and other fluids. It didn't take long for me to get into the
petticoat that she wore under the below the knee pheasant skirt with the
three rows of ruffles and elastic waist, the top she, and I, wore with it
was a short sleeved white shirt with a high collar. I wore a wide leather
belt to pull my waist in and give me a slimmer waist, the fullness of the
petticoat and skirt gave me hips. I wore pantyhose and on my feet, black
two inch high pumps. I did my make up as I usually did, light with just a
bit of eye makeup. I broke out my auburn wig which came to just below my
tits.
I did a lot of pacing back and forth in my room waiting for the sound of
Fred's car on the gravel driveway.
I heard his car, and just to be sure, looked out the window and saw him
getting out.
I raced to the living room just in time to meet him as he entered the
door. He took one look at me as I stood there.
"Carol, but I thought...wait...Ron?"
"Yes, it's me, how do I look?" I said and posed for him nervously, hoping
he will like me in a dress.
"Fabulous, you are even prettier than your sister. What is this all
about?"
He crossed the room and took me in his big strong arms and kissed me.
I told him all about my dressing in Carol's clothes but left out my
fetish about wearing her soiled panties; that may be a bit too much. I
was so happy that he still loved me. Now that I was accepted as a girl I
felt that I could refer to him as my boyfriend, my man, and will.
He brought lunch, as usual and, as usual, we had it at the kitchen table,
and then went to watch TV before he had to leave.
"Tomorrow, my sweet, we are going out for lunch so wear something sexy."
I told him that I had school tomorrow so we could not meet again until
Thursday. OK then, Thursday, He said as he walked out the door. I watched
him pull away and blew him a kiss.
I assumed that he wanted to take me out wearing a dress. I had never been
out of the house as a girl but did not let it bother me; I knew that my
boyfriend, my man, would never put me in a position that would cause me
any harm.
I changed back to my own clothes and spent the time before mom and Carol
came home looking through Carol's things picking out what to wear on my
first date with my man, wow!
I found just the dress; it was the one Carol wore last Saturday when Fred
took her out.
It was a long two days before I saw my man again, and it was the longest
two days ever. Fred would love me in the dress because he kept telling
Carol how great she looked in it.
I started getting ready as soon as mom and Carol left for work; I wanted
everything to be as perfect as could be. By the time my man came to pick
me up I was ready and a bit nervous, I believe I mentioned that I had
never been outside the house before, and this was also my first real date
with my boyfriend.
My dress was a sort of bone in color with tiny pink flowers all over it,
it has short puffy sleeves and a crew neck, the bodice was snug all the
way to my hips where it loosened up to three rows of ruffles to above my
knees; my shoes were white and had 3 inch heels.
When my man finally got there I thought his eyes were going to pop right
out of his head. He was satisfied with what he saw, I could tell this by
his kisses.
We went to a restaurant across town, then for a nice drive, getting home
with an hour to spare before the terrible two came home from work.
This went on for the entire summer, Fred and I spending all week days
together; the only thing that spoiled it was the fact that I had to share
him with Carol on Saturday nights and some Sundays.
Once in July I think it was, Carol came home all upset because she lost
her pocket book (Purse) with all her identity papers. It took her several
weeks before she replaced them all, she never did find the purse. It is
too bad she never asked me if I knew where it was because then I would
have had to lie and say no. Fred gave it to me; he stole it from her just
so I could have some sort of I. D. if I ever needed it.
(FYI, all the time my man and I kept company he made me use her name so
that he would not make a mistake and call her by any name I used, isn't
my man brilliant)?
Summer went much too fast and before we knew it, it was almost over.
About two weeks before Labor Day mom and Carol told me that they were
going to spend Labor Day on a cruise they had won at work.
This was just about the most wonderful thing that could possible happen
to my man and me.
We, Fred and me, made our own plans for the same weekend.
He told me to pick out some clothes, enough for three or four days plus
something fancy for going out at night. He was taking me out for the same
weekend.
I was thrilled beyond measure, just think, me spending the entire weekend
with my man and not having to get home before Carol and mom came home.
I spent the next two weeks picking out what I wanted; of course I did not
pick them out physically because they would be missed. I made a list to
refer to when the time came to really pack.
Gosh, what a long two weeks ever. I thought the time would never come but
it did. Mom and Carol were no sooner out of the driveway when I was up
and packing my bags, I wound up with four suit cases, an overnight bag
for things like night gowns and stuff and a makeup case, and three
garment bags containing evening gowns and accessories. Then I had to get
dressed, that was the hard part, I put aside three dresses to wear when
my man came to pick me up for our weekend before picking out one.
I had a lot to do before even getting dressed. First I had to put on
false fingernails and paint them. Then I got all my padding which was
important with the dresses I had picked out for my weekend with my man.
My lace bra had thin straps because my dress has thin spaghetti straps.
The dress was one of carols most expensive ones and I had never even seen
it in her but I knew it would fit me because I had tried it on when I was
picking my wardrobe for this weekend. My dress was a two piece affair,
the dress itself and a lace jacket, one of those real short jackets that
only goes over your shoulders. The dress was all lace, from the square
cut neck to the knee length hem; it had a snug waist that was assented by
a satin belt about four or five inches wide. I was just putting on my
jewelry when my man walked in.
"Wow! If only your sister could look that good, I'd have married her
months ago" he said as he took me in his arms and planted a big old lip
lock on me. I pointed to the luggage on the floor and told him to bring
it out to the car while I finished up.
Finishing up was something I have always wanted to do but never could; I
sprayed myself with Carol's perfume and put the bottle in my purse. I had
never used perfume before because I only usually dressed for a few hours
and the scent lasted for at least twenty four and it would linger on me
and be noticeable.
My sweetheart returned to my room to see if there was anything else. "And
to give you this," he said as he reached in his pocket and brought out a
small box, something told me I knew what was in the box, and I was right.
He opened it and I saw a ring set, an engagement ring and a wedding ring,
I was flabbergasted as he placed them on my finger. "OMG," I thought to
myself.
He told me that they belonged to his grandmother and if she ever saw how
beautiful I looked she would surely want me to have them. Now I knew I
was pretty, but would never call myself beautiful, but I wasn't about to
argue with him.
"But why give them to me?" I asked.
"Because this weekend we are going to be husband and wife." I thought I
was going to faint right there in his arms. He told me that he had
reserved the "Honeymoon suite" at the hotel.
Things were happening so fast, from my guy, my man, to my husband in one
step.
This morning I was a fifteen year old boy and now, only a few hours
later, I am a married woman, go figure.
Finally we were driving to the hotel as Mr. and Mrs. Gleason. Arriving a
few hours later we were greeted at the entrance by the head Bellhop and
Parking Valet. The bell hop took our luggage and followed us to the desk
where we signed in and for the first time I was greeted as Mrs. Gleason
and I made sure that I signed in myself in as Carol Gleason.
The bell hop led us to our room, the honeymoon suite, he opened the door
and stepped aside so my husband and I could enter, my husband lifted me
off my feet into his arms and carried me across the thresh hold, just
like we were really husband and wife. The bell hop must have seen this a
million times because he simply took our bags into the bedroom. My
husband reached into his pocket for a tip, this must have been difficult
because he still had me in his arms. Final, he put me down.
Just like a man, he lay on the bed while I unpacked the bags, put the
things away and made sure the garment bags were hung up in the closet.
With this being our honeymoon I don't think I have to describe what
happened next, but I will say that we did not go as far as you might
think. Keep in mind that I am really fifteen and we are both guys. The
most we ever did was some heavy duty petting and grouping. I am glad that
he never tried to go too far because I made myself a promise, no matter
who, no matter when, no matter how, I was never going to take it in my
butt or mouth, I think that is disgusting.
My hubby and I went for a short walk on the boardwalk to pass sometime in
the afternoon. Then it was time for me to get ready for supper at a
supper club in the hotel.
I just couldn't wait to get dressed; I picked what I considered the most
perfect gown for a new wife to wear on her honeymoon. I am so glad my
sister is so meticulous with her clothes because she puts everything
together, I mean that when I opened the garment bag with the gown in it I
found everything that would go with it, from shoes to lingerie to
jewelry.
The gown was light blue made of some kind of soft, shiny material. It was
long, ankle length and loose from my hips to the hem, not wide and
flowing, just loose; it had spaghetti straps and the neckline was very
low cut, enough to show half my silicone filled breasts. Also inside the
bag was a fur stole, silver fox which was just so soft on my bare
shoulders. My shoes were silver cross strap high heels that, at least for
the first few minutes were difficult to walk in. she had a small pouch
pinned to the inside of the garment bag in which she kept the jewelry
which she usually wore with this gown, I later realized that she did the
same with most of her many gowns.
The dinner was excellent; the show was very good, a comedian known for
his off color humor. There was one thing that surprised me just a bit, my
husband ordered drinks for both of us, I thought that I would be asked
for ID but they didn't, I guess I looked old enough; it was a bit
disappointing because I wanted to show Carol's ID that I had been
carrying around most of the summer.
Do you remember earlier I told you that if my husband and I were going to
have sex I didn't know what I was going to do because of my hang up?
Well, in our room that night I got ready for bed wearing a sheer, long
and almost see through night gown, I lay next to my husband wrapped in
his arms when he told me that he had no such compulsions, he loved taking
it in the rear and mouth. So...we consummated our wedding night with him,
more or less, playing the blushing bride.
We had breakfast on our private veranda and my hubby ordered a picnic
basket for later that day.
Like yesterday, we went for another walk and bought a few souvenirs.
We changed for the picnic, my guy in a pair of white shorts and a muscle
tee shirt, nothing so simple for this wife.
When I picked out what I was going to wear on this weekend going on a
picnic never entered my mind but I did choose something that just oozed
picnic.
It was a full red skirt with all kinds of white flowers; it had a five or
six inch ruffle at the hem and a bit of white peeking from under the hem.
My top was a see through white shirt that I had to wear a long line bra
with; the sleeves were elbow length and puffed. I wore a wide red belt
and a white, actually ecru, wide brimmed hat.
We picked up the picnic basket, the desk clerk directed us to a nice
secluded spot for the picnic.
Lunch was good, we spread out our blanket on the grass and had lunch;
what I enjoyed most was the way my wide skirt spread out on the blanket
so it almost formed a circle around me.
Our second night there we decided to go to another night club. There were
several to choose from, that was no problem. As with last night
everything I needed was in the bag with my gown.
This time it was a white gown with green trim, the straps were a bit
wider than last night and flowed to a V neck but not so deep, the bottom,
from the waist down, had some stiff, but soft material pushing it out
away from my legs. There was a whit fur jacket that only went to my waist
and, I don't know if it was the style or not but the front did not meet,
it did not close all the way, but looked good.
As with the other night, the food was wonderful, the show this night was
a musical comedy with a lot of double meanings in it. We did not get back
to our room until way after midnight. We were going to be leaving
tomorrow so we went to bed right away.
After breakfast we packed everything back in the bags and suitcases and
garment bags, everything that is, except what I was going to wear back
home; check out was eleven so I was ready by ten.
My traveling dress was, like most of my dresses, wide skirted. This one
was white with long sleeves of lace, it had a high neck and tight bodice
and as usual the waist flared out to a full circle. The stiff petticoat
under my skirt helped push out my skirt, I needed my husband's help
zipping up because it had a full zipper from the waist to the back of my
neck; I have never been able to handle these long ass zippers.
No fur this time but I did use a Chantilly lace shawl.
Arriving at my house was a bit sad because I knew this weekend was
finally over and in a few days school would be starting so Fred and I
would probably not be seeing each other. Fred told me during the drive
home that next week he had to go back home to California for business and
he did not know when he would be back here, if ever.
We pulled in the driveway; I got out of the car and waited for my husband
to open the kitchen door because he had the key. He unlocked the door,
pushed it open and, again, like in the hotel, picked me up in his arms,
planted his lips on mine and carried me over the threshold. Still holding
the kiss, he turned to close the door and almost dropped me. He pulled
his sweet lips away,
"Oh shit!" he said. I looked at his face to see he was looking across the
room, I followed his gaze and saw my mother and sister sitting at the
kitchen table and the looks on their faces told me they were not happy. I
noticed that the table was covered with papers, photos and manila
envelopes.
We just stared at each other for what seemed hours but could not have
been more than a few seconds.
Then the shit hit the fan. Fred lowered me to my feet but we stayed in
each other's arms.
Without any preamble my sister started in, I could see that she was using
every bit of restraint to talk in a soft voice.
"Don't either of you perverts say a word or I will rip your tongues out
of your mouths.
For a long time now I have known, or at least suspected that you," she
pointed at Fred, "have been cheating on me, but never in a million years
would I suspect you were cheating on me with this other pervert." She
spat that last word out.
What she told us was that the weekend she and mom won was a sham, no
cruise, no weekend away. She, actually they, mom was in on it, made up
the whole story. They hired a private detective to follow Fred this
weekend to see if they could find out which bimbo bitch was seeing. Boy
oh boy, were they surprised when they found out exactly who he was
cheating with.
Long story short time here. The detective called them within minutes when
he saw Fred coming out of our house with a woman. He took some pictures
and sent them to her; she didn't recognize me right away that came later
when he followed us to the hotel where he got some really clear pictures
of us. They were fit to be tied when he told them that we checked in as
Mr. and Mrs. Fred and Carol Gleason.
He, the detective must have followed us everywhere because we could see
pictures of us everywhere, the picnic, the restaurants and just about
everywhere we went.
Fred and I were still standing there hugging each other when they gave us
an ultimatum.
We had the choice of getting the hell out of the house, both of us
perverts, immediately, or we get to choose how we were to die; we chose
getting out of the house.
Fred drove us to a motel. I was in shock and don't really remember what
happened next but as far as I can remember it went something like this.
I must have been exhausted, both physically and emotionally because I lie
down on the bed and fell right asleep.
The next thing I knew was Fred waking me up, he must have gone out
because he had a bag of sandwiches and some coffee on the table.
I realized I was still in the dress I wore on the trip home, I changed
into something more casual, shorts and a tank top.
Another long story short time. Fred made a few decisions for both of us
and I agreed with him when I heard them.
We were going to stay at the motel that night and early in the morning we
were going to catch a plane to California where his family was and he had
property. I was going as his wife. I started to say something but he
stopped me. His family knew all about him, being bi-sexual and had no
problem. He told them he was bringing his wife home and that I was really
a male but not that I was only fifteen.
All they asked if we could have another wedding for them, we agreed.
EPILOG
That was a little over a year ago and things are just fine now. The
wedding went over perfectly. I almost died when I saw my gown; my sister
sure had good taste when it comes to clothes, she is the one who picked
it out when they got engaged.
As soon as we stepped off the plane my husbands' sister, Paula was
waiting for us and I was introduced as Carol, her future sister-in-law. I
liked her from the start, just as I liked my husband, but not in the same
way.
The ride to the house was short and we were soon in my room and Paula and
I unpacked my bags. My husband left us alone to get to know each other.
The first thing she asked me was if it was true, that I am really a guy.
I told her I was and if she needed proof I would take off my skirt and
prove it to her.
"Don't get your panties in an uproar, I meant no harm. Freddy thought I
needed to know because I will be helping you into your gown and he didn't
want any embarrassing moments.
Paula and I became BFFs after the wedding.
There was only one embarrassing moment for me after the ceremony, and
that was at the end when all the guests lined up and were formerly
introduced. There we were with all the guests were lined up and I
realized that I was supposed to kiss all the guys, I thought that was
disgusting. I still never considered myself gay because my husband is
the only guy I ever had any interest, but instead of being a closet cross
dresser, I am now out in the open but living as a woman.
The next day my husband's parents went back to Europe and Fred and I went
on our second honeymoon in three weeks. To make things easier in that
mode, we, Fred and I decided to have a little surgery; I was going to
have breast inserts and put on hormones to give me a softer skin and
accent my waist and hips and ass, everything else remained the same,
namely, I kept my dick.
During the next year several things happened; as mentioned above, Paula
and I became BFFs and she introduced me to several of her girlfriends and
we spent a lot of afternoons together having lunch and doing charity
work. but I soon got bored with that life and got a job working with my
husband as his office manager.
I tried several times to get in touch with my mother and sister but as
soon as they heard my voice on the phone. all I heard was dead air, e
mails went unanswered, and snail mail went unanswered or was returned
stamped "Refused".
The only information I got from them was through a lawyer with a "Cease
and Desist order and a permanent OP. I also found out on my space, was
that I, Ron, was away visiting Europe for an undetermined time.
Last, but not least, we are having a baby. It will be Fred and mine; now
you may ask how the hell could that happen? Easy, by mutual agreement
Paula agreed to be the surrogate mother and I will be the father, lucky I
kept my "Donor Tube". (I just made up that phrase). We are about two and
a half months along, and just to keep things looking right I am wearing
padding and add to it as Paula shows, adding padding as necessary.
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