Chapter I
Shannon and Ryan entered the one star luxury of the Wonder Seven Motel. It was the last room in the motel. The room had a double bed, wood-paneled walls, shag carpeting, and a console television with rabbit ears. Ryan thought that they had walked into the Seventies.
Without taking off her denim trench coat, a despondent Shannon sat on the brown and yellow striped bedspread. She was still trembling. It could either be the cold or she was still shaken up from the car accident. Her J. Jill jeans and Ugg boots were soaked.
Silently looking at her pout, Ryan dropped Shannon's suitcase on the floor. It was the only thing they could get out of the car that they could carry through the snow. The quiet in the room was broken by the first few notes of Kool and the Gang's "Jungle Boogie".
Shannon searched through her Vuitton handbag, hoping that the snowstorm hadn't ruined the leather, grabbing her cell phone.
"Hi, Audrey."
Ryan could see Shannon become upset as she relayed the details of the accident to her friend.
"There was a deer in the middle of the interstate. The car in front of us swerved to miss it, and lost control. Before you knew it, he was in a spin, and I had nowhere to go. He crashed into the side of our Civic. Just totally broadsided us."
Shannon fought back the tears. Ryan took off his Eddie Bauer coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. He sat next to Shannon on the bed, trying to figure out how to console her.
"No, the car is totaled. We won't make it back to Manitowoc tonight; our folks are coming up here to pick us up tomorrow."
Ryan had left suburban Milwaukee that morning to drive up to Rochester and pick up his sister at Eastern Minnesota State. She had taken her last exam that morning, and was eager to get back to start her winter recess with a party back home with her old friends from high school.
"We're at some fleabag motel in Onalaska. God, its creepy here. I think we're the only people not paying by the hour."
Looking out the window, Ryan saw the snow continue to fall. It was two days before Christmas, and those hopeful for a white holiday were getting their wish. Six inches had fallen from the time they left Rochester, and Ryan estimated that there would be at least a foot and a half on the ground now.
"Okay, Audrey. I'll call you tomorrow. Bye."
Shannon hung up her phone, and covered her face with her hands.
"Are you okay, Shannon?"
"This just sucks, Ryan. I just want to go home."
Shannon looked up at Ryan, her face red, with tears streaming out of her sky blue eyes. Ryan put his arm around Shannon, trying to comfort her.
"Shannon, it's alright. There's nothing to worry about, and everything will be okay. The important thing is that we're not hurt. That was a nasty accident, and I am just thankful that we are safe and sound."
"We could have been killed. I could have killed us," Shannon was gasping for breath with each word.
"There was nothing you could have done, Shannon. Someone must've been looking out for us."
He patted her left hand with his, amazed at how cold it was. They had stood outside for almost two hours, filling out police reports and waiting for the tow truck, and Shannon was still thawing out from the cold. Emotionally drained and physically exhausted, Ryan sensed she was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Hey, Shannon, you have some dry clothes in your bag. Why don't you go and take a nice hot shower? Maybe it will calm your nerves a bit."
She looked up at Ryan and nodded before walking into the bathroom. Within seconds, Ryan heard the shower running.
Shannon adjusted the water temperature to somewhere between hot and scalding. Shannon was shocked at how cold the water was. Figuring it would take a few minutes to warm up; she slowly took off her coat and hung it on the hook behind the door. She pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. She noticed that her stomach had turned a reddish pink from being out in the harsh elements. Unbuttoning her jeans, she pushed them down to the floor. Gripping her woolen socks, in one motion she stepped out of her clothes, and stood before the mirror in her pink Victoria's Secret demi bra and aqua string bikini Jockey underwear.
Shannon liked how her body looked. A swimmer in high school, she had a sleek figure with very little fat, but had nice muscle tone to her legs and shoulders. She took off her bra, and her breasts drooped very little. Her nipples hardened as they met the cool air, and she held a breast in each hand. Very little of her breasts escaped her hands, as steam started to fill the room. She walked over to the shower and reached in with her hand making sure the water was to her liking.
Pushing her underwear to the floor, and then stepping into the hot water, Shannon finally started to relax. She put her head under the water, turning her past-the-shoulder wavy blonde hair to a darker shade, almost the brownish color of her trimmed triangle of pubic hair. She didn't dare use the thin wafer of hotel soap, for fear of what it would do to her soft skin. Feeling the numbness start to disappear, she ran her hands all over her flat stomach, over her smooth hips, and toned thighs, savoring the warmth that the water delivered. Shannon touched the outside of her pussy, tempted to release some of the pent up frustration in her body.
Chapter Two
As soon as Shannon entered the bathroom, Ryan kicked off his boots, and took off his socks and jeans. Not planning an overnight trip, he didn't have any dry clothes. He draped his jeans and socks over a chair and hoped they would be dry overnight. Ryan knelt down and opened her suitcase. He looked at the clothes inside, and started to get an erection. Nothing turned Ryan on more than women's clothes, and he had a secret habit of wearing Shannon's old uniform from high school.
After Shannon left for college, he would frequently go into her room when he got home from school. Both of his parents worked, providing him a few hours alone at home every day.
Initially, he went into her room to find her old Cliff's Notes for
Jane Eyre
. He opened her closet and saw her green and blue plaid skirt from her days as a student at Roncalli Catholic. He felt the cotton twill skirt, and was instantly curious about it. He had seen his classmates wear the same style skirt throughout his years at Roncalli Catholic, but this was his initial firsthand encounter with the garment.
He took off his pants and stood in his boxer shorts. He grabbed the skirt off the hanger and pulled it up to his waist. He tried to zip up the skirt, but it would not zip all the way. He looked in the full-length mirror on the closet door, and admired how his long legs looked with the skirt.
Ryan was also a swimmer, with a tall, lean figure. He shaved his legs for competition, and he liked how they looked without the brown wiry hair. He took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks while looking at his body in the mirror. He felt his dick harden, and wanted to feel the skirt against his tool. He reached under the skirt and pulled down his boxer shorts.
He saw that the skirt rose up his thighs as it was caught on his erect penis. Ryan had never felt so turned on, and wanted to take it a step further. He went to his sister's dresser and opened a drawer. He found a pair of pink knee socks, and pulled them on. They reached just below his knee, and showed a nice curve to his calf muscle. In the next drawer he found some cotton underwear. After debating what color he wanted, he decided on the white pair with blue and pink horizontal stripes. He slid them up his legs, and under the skirt. Ryan lifted the skirt up, and had to push his rock hard dick down and force it between his legs to be able to get the underwear all the way up. He looked in the mirror and saw his penis straining against the underwear, stretching the elastic to the limit, forcing his balls to hand out of the tiny garment.
Lastly, he found an old Roncalli sweatshirt hanging in the closet. He put it on to complete his outfit. He liked how tight-fitting the clothes were. Constantly he felt his member trying to escape from the soft cotton of the underwear, reminding him of how turned on he was. Over the skirt and underwear, he rubbed his engorged prick, and he knew he needed release.
He sat on the floor, so that he could see himself in the mirror head-on. He lifted the skirt over his crotch, and pulled out his trapped penis. He could already feel the pre-cum leaking out. Stroking gently with his fingertips, Ryan knew he wouldn't last long. Wrapping his fingers around his dick, tugging a few times, and looking at himself in the mirror as a schoolgirl was all it took to detonate the sexual bomb that had brewed inside.
Semen ruptured forth, some landing on his chin and neck, but mostly on the sweatshirt and skirt. Exhausted, Ryan sat feeling the underwear with his forefinger and thumb, reveling in the new discovery. From then on, Ryan would try on his sister's clothes when he got the chance, even being bold enough to wear her underwear to school every once in awhile.
Ryan recalled this day as he sorted through her clothes. He held up a pair of pink underwear to his cheek to get an olfactory hint of femininity, and to feel the softness of the delicate materials. Abruptly, he heard the shower stop, causing a clatter. He shoved the clothes back into the suitcase and zipped it up. He jumped back on the bed and pretended to be asleep.
Chapter Three
