"That night Mom went to visit the doctor for her poor ankle. I knew she would be gone about two or three hours. The doctor gave her some kind of water bath treatments.
"I stripped naked, even barefoot. With just the street light shining in, I put on Joanie's tight panties. Then I put on the robe she'd worn. It smelled so good, just like her. I walked around the "shop." I looked into the mirrors. I jerked off and finally shot off into Joanie's silky panties. I rubbed them all over my face. God, how great she smelled. I kissed the crotch. I sucked it into my mouth. The taste of my own stuff and her cunt almost knocked me out."
As Jeffrey sat there at the kitchen table remembering all this, his prick was rock hard. He was jerking off slowly, fingering his balls, stroking and caressing his cock as he-sipped from his drink, as he stared into the other room at his naked sister who was now on her belly, her gorgeous behind slightly on one side. Her left knee was drawn up and Jeffrey had a marvelous view of her hairy cunt. He could even see her pink pussy lips. Had her knee been up just an inch higher, he knew he could have seen her cute little anus.
"Well," Robert had continued, and by this time, he, Jeffrey, also had his young prick out of his pants, curled up in his fingers as he also jerked off while Robert was telling his story, "so strangely enough this was how I began to get the letch for girl's stuff, especially their panties.
"Next came a letch for their silky nylons, then their brassieres. Then I got a thing for their bobby socks and then, of all things, gloves. I didn't understand what was getting into me.
"Well, I looked it up in my Mom's appointment book. I saw that Joanie was due to return the next night. I was waiting for her. Wearing her panties and wearing the robe she'd worn, I sat on the kid's chair in the dining room.
"When she came inside the dressing room, she drew the curtain. She took off her blouse and skirt. Then, suddenly remembering, she started to look around for that pair of tight panties she'd lost. Naturally, she couldn't find them. I was wearing them. Jerking off into them. God, Jeff, her panties were sometimes soaked with my gizm.
"I watched her. Remembering, she slipped down the panties she was wearing. She brought these up to her nose and sniffed the crotch after staring at it for seconds. Then she did a funny thing. She rubbed her cunt. She slipped two fingers up inside of it. She rubbed, all the while a big smile on her pretty face.
"Then, and get this, she sucked her fingers. She slipped them in again and again as I watched. I was only inches away from her luscious cunt. I could see it all. I could hear it, her fingers up inside her juicy hole and the only other sound in the room was the humming of my mother's sewing machine.
"Next she rubbed her panties all over her pussy. She smelled them again. Then she took a small cellophane bag from her purse. She put the panties into this. Then she did a very funny thing. She stood right in front of me, about one foot away from the crack in the plaster though which I was looking. She bent forward so that her heavy breasts almost fell out of her little brassiere. She began to rub like mad with the flat of her hand. I also jerked off and I shot right into her old pair of panties. And when I did, I knew I made a noise. I was sure she heard it. I got up and ran, my prick just dripping.
"I got dressed. I was very nervous. As I was going out to take a ride on my bike, Mom heard me. She called me. I had to go into the "shop." And the second my eyes met Joanie's eyes, I somehow guessed that she knew it was me who had copped her panties and too, that I had been watching her. To tell the truth, I couldn't keep my fucking eyes away from her. And she knew this. She knew this very well.
"About an hour later when the fitting was over, I was out front of the house. She came out. She'd called a taxi. I hung by the tree in front, watching her.
"Hi," she called over. "Hi, Robert, how are you?"
I nodded that I was okay. I was terrified of her, of what she knew. I knew she'd not tell, but I was scared anyway. You gotta remember, Jeff, I wasn't as big as I am now," Robert had laughed.
"Well, just as the taxi is driving up, she tosses me the cellophane bag. She's got a smile as wide as the moon. Then, standing behind the tree, out of sight of the street, she looks at me very strangely. It's not all that dark out, see. She looks around again, then with a sort of half giggle, half laugh, she throws up her skirt so I can see her bare behind.
"As the taxi drove up, she let it fall down and then waving at me, she opened the taxi door and climbed in. As it drove off, she looked out the back window and waved.
"This was just the beginning of me wearing Joanie's clothes… "
Chapter 18
So lost was Jeffrey in his reverie, remembering other vivid details Robert told him about his Joanie, that he failed to hear his sister climb out of bed and go to the bathroom.
As he sat there on the kitchen chair at the table, fondling and teasing his prick the way it loved to be teased and fondled, she was the furtherest thing from his thoughts until he heard her dainty cunt piddling in the toilet bowl. He was instantly reminded of Mrs. Griffin pissing and this shocked him out of his dream state.
He went in the bathroom.
"Hi, sis. Good nap?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.
"Yes," she answered, scrubbing her eyes. She yawned. "God, what a time we had. I can't wait to tell you about it, honey," she smiled at him.
"And," he said, bending over to kiss her, as he let his fingers caress her warm breasts as she sat there on the toilet, "I've got a few hot things to tell you, too."
"About who?"
"About Mrs. Griffin."
"Who's she?" asked Beth, watching his finger tips as they squeezed her nipples that were slowly hardening.
"You don't remember Mrs. Griffin, honey?"
Beth thought a moment. "Oh, yes. Of course. You mean that nice old lady with the glasses and the cigarette holder. Yes. From the employment agency, right?"
"Right," Jeffrey grinned.
He watched as Beth wiped herself, examining the toilet paper before dropping it into the bowl, she touched her cunt lips. "God, I'm sore," she grimaced.
In the kitchen was the first time she really woke up to notice him wearing Gloria's pale green sheer negligee.
She laughed. "You know something, honey," she smiled at him, letting him hug her close to his warm body, "you would make a perfect girl. Sometimes when I look at you, I often think of that. All you'd need would be a pair of gorgeous breasts like mine," she smiled, cupping them, and squeezing them, flicking her fingernail over her nipples, "and a sweet hot cunt like this," she added, "and you'd be just my type. You've got a perfect girl's ass, you know."
"Like hell I do," he objected, slapping her bare bottom when she bent over after opening the refrigerator door. "I've got a boy's ass."
"Have it you own way, honey," she laughed.
They were sitting together at the table chatting when Gloria stuck her head in. "Hi," she smiled. She was completely nude. She sat down in the third chair.
"I dig that robe on you, Jeff," she said. "It's quite charming."
"I think so, too," said Jeff s sister. "It's very feminine and it becomes you."
"If he had a wig on and if we… "
"Hey, let's do that," said Beth jumping up, "Let's have some fun. I was just telling him that he had a girl's backside."
"In a way," said Gloria. "It's nice and curvy. I like his ass. I do," she smiled. She asked Jeff to pour her some white wine and he did.
"You know," Gloria said, sipping from her glass. "I have the perfect wig for him. I wear it sometimes and it's great. I know it'd fit him," she said.
"Want to try it on, Jeff?" asked his sister.