Exclaimer: The following is fictional and should not be viewed by anyone who is not of age or living in an area where these stories are illegal. As the title suggest this deals with family erotica. If you don't want to read it, don't. This is my first venture into erotica literature, so Please enjoy!
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"Oh, shit Cindy, I-I can explain."
Cindy had ditched her last class of the day, expecting to get in a quick nap before hitting the mall with her friends later that evening. It wasn't even that uncommon to find her twin brother in her room. Sometimes she would find him looking through her drawer of closet when he didn't think anyone was home. Just like she let him take a peek or two at her naked, she thought he was only curious about girls. And better it was her and not someone who would press charges. What she saw now put a whole new light on everything.
David stood at the end of her bed in one of her super mini plaid skirts, red criss-cross top and what looked to be a stuffed bra underneath. "What the fuck Dave! What are you doing?"
Charging across the small room Cindy grabbed David's arm twisting it hard behind his back. Not fighting back, David let Cindy easily bend him forward, his embarrassment overriding his fight or flight instincts until he heard a faint click and felt a slight pinch on his wrists. All his time searching through his sister's room, he had never seen the pair of fuzzy cuffs hidden under her bed.
"Cindy, come on. Let me explain. Let me go," trying to quickly talk his way out like he had done when caught in her underwear drawer. "oh god," he thought remembering he was wearing a pair of her underwear now. The exquisite feel of the silk now gave an ironic contradiction to his predicament.
He didn't realize Cindy had left until he heard her return closing her bedroom door. "Come on Cin, Please?"
"Nah-ah." Was her only reply to his pleads.
As David struggled with the cuffs, Cindy wrapped a piece of rubber tubing around each of his legs and with a couple quick dodges managed to tie off his legs to each bed post without getting kicked.
"There," she said through an exhausted sigh. "Now we can talk."
Pulling out her digital camera she started to take pictures from different angles. "How long have you been dressing in my clothes?" Click. Moving behind she re-adjusted his skirt.
"Only a couple of times I swear." Click. She bent down laying the camera between his legs. "I tried to buy my own, but the associates keep watching me. I-I couldn't buy anything except at sears. And-"
Click. Climbing onto her bed. "Is this why you've been dieting? So you could fit into my clothes?" He flushed deeper, his silence telling her she was right. Click. Both petite, they were very close to the same size, with the exception of Cindy's B cup chest and slightly rounder curves. Though now, she had to admit, with a little work they could look like identical twins again.
Moving back behind him, feeling more in control she put away her camera, assuring her brother it was for safe keeping. "So all this time that you have been going through my things, staring at me, it wasn't that you were curious about girls, you wanted to be a girl. No, you wanted to be me."
"No I-" he stammered.
"Yes. That makes sense doesn't it. For only a luck of a chromosome, I got to be the girl that you always wanted to be." She smiled thinking her Psychology classes were finally paying off.
"So you dress like me in order to be me. But I have to tell you. You don't have it down.... yet."
After a quick trip out of the room David felt her pull up his skirt. "My laundry day panties? We need to have a talk about that." David shivered in embarrassment as she pulled the panties down. He hadn't been naked in front of his sister since they were kids.
