I felt her hand on my belt, and quickly stepped away. She controlled her father, as he answered her every whim — and her father controlled everything else. She giggled again, noticing but not commenting on my obvious excitement. And she was right. STEM, communication and oppotunities upon the pandemic. She stood in front of me, and then with her hands on my waist slowly pulled the panties higher. Once I had even seen her pleasuring herself, through a partially open door. She handed it to me, and uncertainly I stepped into the light skirt like garment.
Did you do it because it feels nice?
My sister caught me crossdressing.
We stood side by side and looked in the mirror. She leaned over and kissed me fully on my mouth, and reached down to touch soft frilly panties. She sat quietly on the bed, and motioned me to sit beside her. Christine Beswick. Her interest lay in older men, who could hardly resist the firm young curves of her exquisite body.
Turning, I pulled down my trousers, eased off my underwear and swiftly pulled the panties on. I stood torn between erotic excitement and complete subjugation. She was older than me, a beautiful 19 and fully a woman. Then more softly she continued. Perhaps just a little lipstick. I stood in her room, guiltily holding her red silky panties. What happened next took me completely by surprise. Most of the time I was too frightened to dress, for fear of being caught, yet the frustration and desire was always there.
With a touch of menace in her voice, she said. Lydia Buehrer. It would never stop. Get started. She had already reached over to her dressing table and pulled a crimson lipstick out. I was in her room, returning her panties. in Get started.
Caught by my sister
Many times it was made worse by my mother not noticing her tormenting me, even when she seemed to do it quite blatantly when people were around. She guided my hand there, teasing me against her. It was several years later, and I lost touch with Stephanie, until today. I was twelve years old when my step sister caught me. And then came the day when my mother and step father separated.
My sister catches me crossdressing
Would you like to try a slip, just to see how it looks? In the intervening years, once or twice at college, then when I was married, and went on the occasional business trips, I would find myself looking for panties, and taken back to that moment, as though against my will. Stephanie was calm, self assured and absolutely confident.
She put my feet gently into the heels she wore, which were a perfect fit at the time. Inside I could feel the tears welling up. She knew how to parade herself to good effect, how to bend over to pick up something on the ground, sure to attract the attention of every male in sight. With that she swept from Sister caught me crossdressing room. As I turned around she was grinning at me.
I stared at my feet once more and nodded. Slowly she applied it, looking into my eyes as much as my lips. Karen Janett CJ. Dad On The Edge. It eased over my confused mind, and seemed to sweep me along. Well, I was wrong. She then drew out a pair of very frilly panties that I could hardly believe anyone would have worn, they were so clearly meant to be looked at, rather than put on.
And here we are, forty years later.
And then there was that horrible moment she walked in unexpectedly as I was returning her panties after taking them and playing with them in that confused, guilty way. Sometimes she would reward me with a kiss, or a glimpse of breast, and once a touch of her soft down like pussy. She pressed it to my lips. I did so, doubtful of her good intentions, but aware that this was surely better than the beating she could so easily have resorted to.
Just for me. I had caught sight of her stepping out of the shower more than once.
After she and her father had moved in with my mother, she left no one in any doubt about who ran the house. When the shouts and hair pulling failed to materialise, I felt even more confused. Not unless you want me to tell your mommy.
I had thought her downstairs, watching something on television. You think of me, and you wish you could be like me, and you wish you had a soft warm pussy to offer men, and you will always want to be that which you can never achieve. She watched me melting before her.
French Women are Humans, Too. Luba Sigaud. More From Medium. My lipstick slightly smeered, I looked quite feminine, but for the sharp bulge in the panties.
And as Stephanie had said, it was growing. My sister caught me crossdressing. More from Fiona Dobson Follow. I said nothing, instead staring at my feet. She knew how to manipulate with a smile, a mock gasp, and a giggle.
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Fiona Dobson. Over the next few years Stephanie made me dress for her entertainment three or four times. They feel wonderful. The End. Holding a mirror up to the world, and then applying a rather fetching shade of lipstick.
She stepped back, her face sneering now. She just wanted to know that she could make me do this — or anything she wanted. I am looking at her right now, wondering whether I should respond. Open in app. I continued to look at my feet, but nodded silently. in. For a young teen it was agonising. Lottie Mather in One Scream. Oluwafisayo Ogundoro. Get started Open in app. Zsuzsa Nagy. I looked at her more confused than ever. She walked to her pantie draw and opened it.
And each time you do, you are planting the seed deeper and deeper, and making it harder and harder to stop yourself. She stepped into her walk-in closet and came back with a silky burgundy slip.
I expected to be lashed out and berated. She put her arm around my shoulders.