Twin Sister Delights Chapter 4 Twin Sisters Anal Delight
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Little Sister, Big Sister
BY: Melissa Atimes
When I was very young my older sister loved to dress me in her clothes.
We were too young to think there was anything wrong with this but
instinctively knew our parents wouldn't approve so we kept this activity
secret. Even as my sister outgrew something she would save it until it
would no longer fit me. Our mother would complain, "Why are you saving
that. It doesn't fit you anymore."
When I entered my early teens, with my sister's encouragement, I
continued to play "dress up" on my own. My sister and I were both about
the same size and I pretty much had access to her whole wardrobe. If
there were something she didn't want me to wear she would place it on
the left side of her closet. Dresses on the right side I could wear
anytime. Of course I longed to wear the really petty dresses that were
off limits but respected my sisters wishes. My sister also kept a bag on
the floor in her closet filled with her old panties and bras that she
saved for me. I especially liked to wear the padded bras her developing
figure no longer required.
My sister encouraged me to grow my hair grow long. Mom was OK with it
but my dad would complain at every opportunity. Eventually he got so he
would just shake his head when he saw me go by. I started hugging him
occasionally trying to get him to think of me as his daughter.
My sister would occasionally try to get me to go out with her and her
friends. I told her that I could never consider going out of the house
wearing a dress because I was not at all confident that people would
really think I was a girl. My sister would say that was nonsense and
that we looked so much alike that people would have trouble telling us
apart and besides she really liked the idea of having a little sister to
fuss over. I just loved it when she called me her little sister.
It was true that we looked very much alike we both had very blond hair
and blue eyes and were even had similar builds. We both had long slender
legs, slender arms and shoulders. But best of all I had inherited my
father's wide hips which he considered a curse. I loved the way dresses
and skirts fastened snug around my thin waist and flowed over the curve
of my ample hips. Also, in an attempt to maintain and enhance my
feminine build, I gravitated to sports and exercises that would enhance
the shape of my legs and butt and avoided ones that would add the
slightest bulk to my upper body. I did do some exercises to increase the
size of my chest muscles and in time was able to fill out my sister's
old bras. I also always wore my sisters low cut socks when I wore
shorts, and tank tops instead of tee shirts so in the unlikely event
that I ever did have the courage to go out wearing a dress I wouldn't
have any tan lines.
Eventually my sister did convince me to go out with her. She said we
could drive to a Starbucks in a part of town where it was unlikely that
we would meet any one we knew although she thought no one would
recognize me all dolled up. But then she sweetened the deal. She said
she would let me wear the beautiful dress she bought recently that I had
been petering her to let me try on.
The day of the outing Sis had me shave my legs and chest in the shower
even though the little bit of blond facial and body hair I had really
did not show. I came out of the bathroom wearing my jockey shorts to see
my sister, the sundress, panties and bra sitting on my bed. Sis handed
me the very sheer pink panties and told me to put them on. I told her
her that I didn't want her see my male parts. She said it was nothing
she hadn't seen before, reminded me that she used to change my diapers
and besides as for as she was concerned I was just another girl. So I
turned my back to her, pulled off the jockey shorts and slipped the sexy
panties up my legs and let the elastic waist band snap against the top
of my hips. Looking in the full-length mirror I could see that the sheer
material let my male parts show through. When I complained about this
saying, "what if someone see." She said with a smile, "You'll just have
to remember to keep your legs together. It's good practice for you."
Next Sis slid the straps of a lacy super low cut pink bra over my arms
and shoulders and fastened the clasp behind me. My sister always said
that wearing sexy undies change the way you feel and act. Then Sis
handed me some water filled pushup pads to put in the bra and had me
pull the extra skin from under my arms into the bra. This combination
gave me impressive cleavage and what appeared to be a very feminine pair
of breasts. She said she recently bought the panties, bra and pads
especially for me.
"I see, so you have been planning this outing for some time."
"Yup!" she replied.
Next came the dress over my head and arms and the back zipper zipped up.
The dress was a light pink with short puffy sleeves, a full skirt, thin
white belt, and a scooped neckline The dress nicely showed off what
appeared to be my newly acquired breasts and cleavage. Then came some
strappy white sandals that had a 2" heel. Sis knew I was very proficient
walking in heels because I practiced at every opportunity. Next Sis
clipped some rhinestone earrings to my ears. I asked where did you get
clip-ons? She said she found them in in a thrift store and thought of
me. After some mascara and some pink lipstick, Sis stepped back and
said, "Perfect."
As we pulled out of the garage I laid down across the front seat so none
of the neighbors would see me. When we got a few blocks away I sat
upright. It was such a turn-on seeing my lovely long evenly tan legs
sticking out from under my beautiful dress. I smiled and told my sister
how lucky I was to have her for my sister. She replied that she was
lucky to have me for her little sister. I so loved it when she called me
her little sister. Did I say that already?
We had to park a good distance away but it was a beautiful spring day
and as we walked to the coffee shop I enjoyed swaying my hips side to
side as a gentile breezed inflated my dress and swirled between my legs.
I told Sis "I wish we could do this every day." She replied, "Maybe we
will" rising in tone on the will. As we walked by the stores leading to
the coffee shop, I admired my reflection in the store windows, gleaming
earrings on either side of a shy smile. I wondered if a boy would think
I was pretty.
As we picked up our drinks the barista smiled at me. I felt my cheeks
turn red as my shoulders came up to my ears but I still managed to wave
and smile back. After we finished our drinks I told Sis that we had to
leave right away because I had to pee really bad. She said, "Silly girl,
you'll just use the ladies room." I told her NO WAY and that we needed
to leave NOW. She grabbed my by the hand and practically dragged me into
the ladies room. Luckily there was no one else in there. I scampered
quickly into one of the stalls, my heels clicking on the tile floor,
lifted my dress, lowered my panties and peed into the toilet. When I
exited the stall Sis said, "You really are going to need to learn to pee
sitting down like a proper lady. If there were other ladies in here they
would know you have extra plumbing. I want you to promise me; from now
on you'll always pee sitting down, even when you are in boy mode. Do you
promise?"
"Yes, OK I promise."
As we drank our second cup of coffee I noticed that every time I looked
over the barista was smiling at me. I thought he was really cute and I
was flattered that a real guy was so obviously attracted to me. When Sis
went to the ladies room I quickly grabbed a pen from my purse and
scribbled out my name and phone number on a napkin. Before Sis returned,
I went up to the counter, smiled sweetly and without breaking eye
contact, slid the note over to him, leaning forward a little more than
necessary to give him a good view down the top of my dress. As soon as
Sis returned from the ladies room we left and before we reached the car
I thought I could hear my cell phone buzz in my purse. Sis said, "Is
that your phone? I replied that I didn't hear anything.
As soon as we arrived home I hurried into the bathroom with my cell
phone. The barista's name was Emil and he texted that he wanted to meet
me TOMORROW at a tavern that was fortunately located close to our house.
When I exited the bathroom I asked Sis if she thought I could pass for
21. She said maybe wearing a dress and lots of makeup you could pass for
18.
The next day I waited in great apprehension for everyone to FINALLY
leave for the day. As soon as the last person was out the door I hurried
to put on my makeup and then my prettiest dress. But in my haste my toe
got caught on the hem of the dress and tore it loose. "DARN!" In a panic
I select one of my sisters dresses that I knew were off limits but then
couldn't find any panties to match the dress. I know what your thinking,
why do the panties need to match the dress. The answer is, this is my
very first date and everything must be perfect. I didn't dare borrow one
of my sister's panties from her drawer so I searched through the dirty
clothing in the hamper and found some of her soft blue lace panties,
which I thought were perfect. I figured I could easily put them back in
the hamper later and she will never know. The panties were a little big
on me because I don't quite have my sister's bubble butt but the elastic
held them up nicely and they did look great. I shoved my toes into a
pair of heels, fastened the straps around my ankles, grabbed my purse
and rushed out the door.
When I arrived Emile was waiting outside for me. Inside the tavern we
slid in along one of the straight-backed benches, so that we were
sitting side by side. After a few minutes Emile went up to the counter
and came back with a flask of red wine. I drink mine fast thinking a bit
of bolstering can do no harm. My parents always let my Sister and I
drink wine at home so I wasn't too worried about getting drunk.
We talked and talked and by the time he gets around to asking about my
family I'm on my second glass, and I feel a growing warmth towards the
boy.
He keeps his eyes from straying, even when a pair of giggling girls
comes into the tavern and I have the feeling that there is not a single
place he would rather be than beside me on the bench.
I keep talking, spacing out my sips and dreading the bottom of the
flask.
We stay into the afternoon, laughing and licking wine from our lips, his
hand on my thigh, moving higher and higher and me not minding in the
least.
The wine must have been making me pretty brave because I leaned into
Emile letting his hair tickle my nose and letting my bottom lip dampen
the lobe of his ear.
Emil says, "Lets go, lets get out of here." He steers me out of the
tavern hanging on to my arm, me stumbling and bumping the table as we
go.
Behind the tavern in the shadows I have my back against the wall, hips
jutting forward, his hand is on the back of my neck, and he is pressing
up against me. Against my hip, I feel what I have done to him, the
hardness there. I tip my head to the side and I open my mouth to accept
his rooting tongue. My head swirling, his hands pawing at my chest and
then sliding down to my BOTTOM! I'm thinking that I'm loving this but
then I gasp when he lifts the back of my dress and slides down my
panties, which immediately fall to my ankles. I panic realizing that any
second he will have his hands on my boys. I put my hands on his shoulder
and one foot on his thigh and give a mighty shove. He stagers back a
bewildered hurt look on his face. I grab my purse off the ground; kick
off the panties that are still around one ankle and start running.
When I'm sure he is not following me I slow to a fast walk. After a few
blocks I start to relax and smile savoring the thought that I'd just
been felt up just like a real girl. The more I think of Emil's hands on
my breasts and under my dress the more excited I get.
Soon I'm aware that the light softly swinging summer dress is caressing
my erect unprotected cock which is bouncing up an down and side to side
as I walk and that's not good! That's not good at all!! I moved my purse
to hide the growing stain of pre-cum on the dress. I knew I should stop
walking but I felt that I just couldn't stop now! I HAD TO CUM! I HAD TO
CUM! Then I thought maybe I wouldn't scream. But then I felt the first
waves of spasms arrive and I did scream, a high-pitched girly scream.
The people around me turned to look but I just kept walking as the
spasms continued and the wet stain on the dress grew larger and larger.
When I came to my street I continued to walk quickly hoping no one would
recognize me or see the huge wet spot on the front of my dress.
Whet my sister came home I confessed, told her bout the day's events,
told her that I had taken her dress without permission and lost her
panties. For punishment she had me wash and Iron her dress and then go
out ALONE, wearing a dress, to a department store and buy her some new
panties. After purchasing the panties I looked through the dresses. I
felt a rush of excitement as I pushed the hangers apart on the metal
racks and touched the soft beautiful sexy dresses. I longed to try them
on but was just not brave enough. As a consolation I squirted myself
with perfume at the makeup counter.
Emil kept sending me text messages apologizing and asking, no begging
for a second meeting. I don't know. Should I give him another chance?
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