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This work of fiction is tagged as Incest/Taboo and describes sexual activity between siblings who are 18 or older. If that type of story is not for you, try one of my others.
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As the name implies, it ventures slightly into cross-dressing as well. That idea is a little uncomfortable for me - so this will, likely, be the only chapter in this tale.
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I'm a happily-heterosexual male. I have a hot girlfriend (Nadine) who attends the same community college I do. We've been dating for most of a year now.
Valentine's Day is coming up and I am hoping that a well-placed lingerie purchase might result in a night for both of us to remember.
My sister is at class - and I know I've seen an outfit in the laundry that looks exactly like what I think I want to buy my girl.
In my mind, she and my older sibling are roughly the same size. All I need to do is find it, snap a picture of the tag, and I should be set.
I head down the hallway and stop in front of Jessi's room. I try the knob and the door is unlocked. I look back & forth, quickly, to make sure that neither of our younger siblings see me sneaking inside.
I reclose the door and head to her dresser. My underwear is in the top drawer - so that's where I begin.
It's a little more chaotic than I had expected. She's always cool and collected. I guess I thought she would stack the bra & panty sets together like they were outfits - but they're all just kind of thrown in. The bras are mostly to the left and the panties to the right but, other than that, there's no order to it.
I guess I should not have been surprised to find a dildo - but not three. One is the ivory-colored, glossy, pencil-shaped thing that is probably in every old woman's stash.
I shuddered for a second as I thought about what I would find if I went through Grandma Nan's dresser drawer. She was between husbands. She'd already killed off three - and had a new boyfriend.
The other two dildos in my sister's underwear drawer were... a little more exotic.
Focus.
Pink, cottony - with mesh on the side - and cute, little bows on the front.
How much underwear do girls need?
I finally found the bra - and reached to the right to set it on Jessi's bed. The bed, at least, was made - and looked like what I would have expected to find in my older sister's room. The panties were buried - but I finally found them.
They were more like bikinis than briefs - smaller than I had remembered. They would look hot on Nadine - and even better lying on the floor beside the bed - or hanging on the lampshade - as I buried my stiff cock in her tight little pussy.
I laid the panties below the bra, took out my phone, and snapped a picture - then I leaned down to get a close-up of the tag on the bra - planning to do the panties next.
I heard the doorknob turn and panicked. This was not going to look good at all - regardless of who was coming in the door!
There was no time to fabricate some elaborate tale about helping with the laundry; I was going with the truth.
Thankfully, it was Jessica.
She jumped a little when she realized somebody was in the room. Her eyes narrowed - moving from me - leaning over the bed - to the lingerie - and then my phone - glancing over at the dresser drawer that was still hanging open. I probably should have at least closed that.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanted to get a Valentine's Day present for Nadine. I remembered seeing this and thought it would look good on her - since you're about the same size. I was just taking pictures so I buy the right thing. I'm sorry, Jess!"
"You could've asked."
I realized - at that moment - that that's what I should have done. It would have been a little awkward, asking to see her underwear - but less awkward than I was feeling at this moment.
"Nadine's not the same size as me," she said, dropping her backpack at the foot of the bed - and looking at my face - trying to read my expression.
It felt like it would be a bad idea to argue with her.
She didn't look down but, somehow, I got the impression that she was looking at the slight bulge in my pants - that I'd gotten thinking about the panties hanging off of her lampshade.
She turned, stepped back over to the door, and locked it, losing her sandals next to the exit, and walking back to the side of the bed. She was reaching for the buttons on her blouse.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You want to see what it looks like before you buy it first, right?"
That made sense, I guess. I mumbled, "Sure..."
"I'll show you."
I felt like the appropriate thing to do - as my sister took her clothes off - would be to turn around. She was, however, staring straight into my eyes.
The implication was that she wanted to see my reaction.
She was going to have to be naked in order to put on the two scant pieces of clothing lying on the bed next to me.
I think I tried to focus on my sister's face - but I'm sure I failed.
I failed because she was doing an outstanding job of forcing my eyes to look, individually, at every single piece of clothing - as she slowly drug it across her soft skin - baring her body to me - one inch at a time.
Her blouse came off and I stared at her lacey black bra. She reached behind and released the clasps. The garment slackened - her beautiful breasts - somewhere between a B and C cup - slowly being revealed as the straps slid down her arms - the fullness of her alluring cleavage causing the breath in my chest to catch. I forgot to breathe again as the dark circles of her areolas finally peeked out over the rim of the bra cups. I swallowed, hard, as the show stop - with her nipples just out of view.
If I had looked at her face, I would have noticed a feral grin at the torture she was causing me - but I didn't - my gaze was exactly where I expected her Milk Duds to make their appearance.
The bra was moving again - sliding down once more - as gravity reclaimed its grip on the lacey lingerie.
Jessi's nipples were nearly a centimeter wide. They only stood out about half that far - but my mouth watered as I took them in. Catching myself, I had to suck the drool back into my mouth. If Jessica noticed, she didn't react.
It was all I could do not to step over to her and see how they felt. My sister had been right, of course, she was not the same size as Nadine. My girlfriend was maybe a B-cup. Her areolas and nipples were pink and puffy - not crimson and rock-hard.
After savoring the sight of my sister's mammaries for far longer than I should have, I looked up at her face and realized she was still watching me.
She needlessly crossed her arms in front of her - causing her tits to stretch and bulge - before grabbing the waistband of her jeans and struggling with the button.
Once again, my eyes were fixed on what was coming next - oblivious to the succubus-grin on my sibling's face.
She finally got the clasp undone, felt around for a bit until she got 'hold of the zipper, and eased it down - just barely revealing the top of her panties - except that all I saw was bare skin.
She pulled the fly open and shimmied her hips - struggling to get the garment to release its grip on her amazing body.
The pants finally started descending. More and more skin came into view - but still no panties.
I realized I was seeing her bare mons. Her slit had to be showing up soon. Was her entire pussy bare? Was she not wearing panties?!
The tiniest brick-red heart appeared - but it wasn't a landing-strip - it was a tattoo.
The top of her slit started a couple millimeters below the tiny piece of skin-art.
It turned out that she did have panties on - if that's what you'd call the smallest pair of short-shorts I have ever seen in my life.
The top of the hot pink pussy-wrap didn't even cover half of her tight slit - and the deep camel-toe between her legs showed that she'd pulled them up about as high as they would go.
Her pants pooled around her ankles and I watched her gap stretch - testing the elasticity of her coochie-cover - as she stepped out of her clothes - and kicked them to the side.
For no reason whatsoever, she ran a fingertip down the front of the panties - along her gap - to her perineum - and then back to the top again. Her other hand grasped the opposing side - and she slowly peeled the thing from her body like it was painted on.
Her hairless quim was lightly pinked - as if she was slightly aroused - but not like she had touched herself.
At the very top of her slit, there appeared the tiniest divot - like her clit was trying to peek out - to get a look at me - without being noticed.
My sister - two years older than me - stood buck-ass naked in front of my eyes - and it was all I could do to keep from passing out from the loss of blood flowing to my brain. All of it had been redirected lower.
"Same size?" she asked, managing to ask her question without voicing the name of my girlfriend - whoever she was - lost in the ether of space - abandoned - forgotten.
I tried to answer but had to clear my throat first. I finally gave up and just shook my head - my eyes never leaving her tight gash. I knew she saw the motion.
She waited until I looked at her face and then nodded to the lingerie, lying on her bed.
"Put them on and I'll rub your dick," she said.
A small seizure ran through my face and - for a couple seconds - my lip drooped like I'd been struck with Bell's palsy.
I looked back at my sister - closely - to determine whether or not she had been switched out for some alien or cyborg.
"Take your clothes off, put on the lingerie, and I'll choke your chicken," she promised.
She realized my brain was calculating some intense math formula and offered, "I've got a towel. You can cum in it."
"Why?"
"I'm not a lesbian or anything - I just want to know what it feels like to run your hands over somebody's body when they're wearing that stuff."
I just stared at her.
"I just want to know what a guy feels when he's touching me."
The logic part of my brain objected.
"It won't fit."
"It'll be close enough."
"No, it..."
"It will serve my purpose - and I won't have to ask somebody else."
I looked at her face.
"You want me to get naked, wear the bra & panties, and you're going to feel around on my body - and then jerk me off?"
"Yes."
For the first time, it looked like she was actually starting to think about what she was asking.
Don't get me wrong, having the bodacious beauty in front of me rub her hands on my body - regardless of the fact that we were brother and sister - was a serious turn-on - but...
"I'm good," I said. "You're gorgeous - which you surely already know - and I appreciate you helping me with this but - I'm not a cross-dresser."
"And I'm not a pervert for my brother's cock - but I'm standing here, naked as fuck, while you lust over my body."
"I was staring.. I wasn't lusting."
"You didn't think about fucking me?"
"No."
"Touching my tits?"
"A little."
"Licking my pussy..."
"Not until you just said that," I replied, looking down at her slit - before looking back up to her eyes.
"I'll put it in my mouth."
