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My Brother's Panties

By: seat542



This one crosses a number of categories from incest, gay, fetish, group, toys/masturbation and transsexual. I went with transsexual as it is the predominate theme. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. 

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My brother and I are twins, fraternal not identical. Throughout our lives, no one ever confused us, and furthermore, no one ever thought we were siblings. Growing up I would often get the question, "Kevin, why do you hang out with Jamie so much?" People were always surprised when they learned we were brothers.

I was the strong one and Jamie was the weak one. I won't go into sports, dating, friends and all the things which make or scar kids on their way to becoming adults. Rather, I want to concentrate on what life dealt Jamie and how he played it.

Without a doubt, Jamie is the nicest, kindest, sweetest person I ever met. He cries at movies, takes in stray cats, has incredible taste in home furnishings, and a fashion sense envied by women. He always had these traits, and because of them, Jamie was bullied and the target of slurs.

When we were kids, he was called 'faggot.' I felt so bad. How could people be so cruel to such a nice person? On more than one occasion, I came home with a bloody nose, a black eye, or a swollen hand because I stood up for Jamie.

All I ever said to our parents was "You should see the other guy." They never condoned fighting, but they knew what was going on and chose to say nothing. Jamie would always come into my room later at night to say thanks. He used to call me his 'shining prince' while giving me a tender hug or gently running his small soft hands over my injury.

My parents didn't know what to do for Jamie. They loved us both, but had strange ways of showing it. Mom would always ask Jamie for his opinion on fashion and they often went shopping together. Dad ignored Jamie. Seriously, Jamie could have set himself on fire while standing on the dining room table and Dad wouldn't give him a glance. However, he would always ask me how Jamie was doing. When I told him he was doing OK, he would nod and walk away.

By the time we turned eighteen and graduated from high school, Jamie was transitioning well from Jamie Drexel the effeminate man to Jamie Drexel--the woman.

Jamie no longer wore men's underwear or t-shirts. In their place, he donned various colors and cuts of 'boy style' panties with matching sheer, lace trimmed, tank tops. I think Mom bought them for him on their shopping trips or she at least accepted it because they were all cleaned and in our laundry baskets. I must admit, I did have an aroused curiosity, and would always check out his things when no one was around.

One of the conditions of his acceptance into a New York City fashion school was the completion of a starting portfolio. This meant he didn't have to get a summer job. From June to August, while our parents were at work, Jamie would move around the house wearing nothing but his intimates. He said he felt more comfortable and less inhibited while he worked.

Since I was going to study business at a school less than an hour away, I had to get a summer job. Luckily, I was hired back as a lifeguard at our community pool. My hours varied as the guards worked rotating shifts, so I got to see Jamie a lot that summer.

That summer produced a definite change in my brother. He would give me looks when I was in my speedo or stare at me through the mirror while I showered and dried off. We always shared a bathroom so Jamie being in there with me was not unusual.

However, Jamie was now overtly looking at my cock while touching his, or licking his lips. When I would catch him, he would just bite his bottom lip and give me a seductive look. Often his cock was hard and pressing against his panties. I had to admit there was something that turned me on about Jamie.

There was another big change going on with Jamie—breasts. They started with puffy nipples, and plumping areolas. This time it was Jamie catching me staring. I wouldn't do the lip thing, but our eyes always shared a lustful glance.

Jamie was never very hairy, but his skin was becoming silky smooth. When he left for New York in late August, Jamie's blonde hair was long, luxurious and flowing. I'll never forget the way he looked the day we dropped him off at O'Hare.

He wore a white starched shirt; the top three buttons of which were open. The tails of the shirt were tied in a knot just above his now pierced navel. Tight blue jeans rode his slender hips. They were women's---Halo's, with the little indentation in the back. They shaped his ass into a perfect heart. No belt was necessary.

A stylish pair of sandals completed his outfit. With his blonde locks in a ponytail, he looked kind of hot. A Midwestern girl heading to the Big Apple. 

When we got to airport departure area, Dad said he'd wait with the car and meet us in short-term parking. I saw him give Jamie a look and wished him luck. He also said that Mom would be in contact if he needed anything. That was the closest they ever got.

Mom and I walked Jamie into the terminal. I carried the luggage, while Mom and Jamie talked. She was in tears. Her baby was leaving. It was pretty embarrassing. I told her I would finish up with Jamie and for her to head back to the car.

They exchanged hugs and Mom took an envelope from her purse and told Jamie it was "a little something from your father and me." The envelope had six-thousand dollars in it. For the record, I got shit when I headed off a few weeks later.

We finally got everything checked in and Jamie had his boarding pass. We were standing in the main concourse with people moving all around us. Jamie took both of my hands in his. There was a sensual softness in his touch. Looking up into my eyes, Jamie spoke. "Kevin, I am going to miss you more than you will know. You have been my 'shining prince' my entire life and now we part. You probably know I won't be coming back anytime soon....if ever. My new life starts now."

Somewhere deep inside me, I did know that. Still, I felt sad.

He continued, "If you ever get to New York, please visit me. My door will always be open to you."

Jamie brought a hand to each side of my face and pulled my head towards his. I was stunned when his lips found mine and gave me a tender, yet passionate kiss. His lips moved over mine. 

Breaking it, he said, "I Love You. Always have. Always will."

He turned and headed towards the gate.

I stood there in stunned silence watching Jamie's ass sway as he made his way to his gate. What stunned me the most however, was my state of arousal. If his kiss lasted any longer, I would have been standing in the middle of O'Hare with a raging hard on.

Things changed for me that day also.

When we got back to the house, I snuck into Jamie's room to see what girlie things he left behind. I found all sorts of things, panties, dildos, a few training bras, magazines featuring transgendered women and Jamie's notebook of sketches. 

He had drawn pictures of men sucking T-girl cock and vice-versa. There were ass-fucking sketches and every cum shot was going into someone's mouth.

I was in shock. I was aroused, I was torn. I was a guys' guy. A ladies' man. I could have any girl I wanted. But looking at these pictures turned me on...a lot!

My cock was throbbing as I turned each page. On one page, Jamie had even label the guy as Kevin and the T-girl as Jamie. He also had journal entries saying how he wanted to suck my cock and how he thought I want him too. He described it as "the look in Kev's eyes."

I took the book back to my room and hid it under some sports magazines in my nightstand. 

That night when Mom and Dad were asleep, I brought it out and looked at it again. I treated my cock to a slow soft jerk with the turn of each page, envisioning what it would be like to actually do those things. The thought of Jamie's panties and the dildo in the next room was a sexual lure. 

A quick check of the hall and I was back in Jamie's room. I grabbed a couple pair of panties and the dildo. Touching the dildo nearly made me cum it on the spot. It was soft, yet firm and felt very realistic.

Back in my room, I crawled back into bed with Jamie's things. Laying on my back, I took a pair of his panties and began stroking myself. Reaching for the dildo, I didn't hesitate bringing it to my mouth.

My lips sucked in the head as my tongue coated the crown with saliva. Feeling the hole, I snaked my tongue into it. This was heaven. Sucking cock seemed to be the most natural thing in the world for me.

Envisioning Jamie straddling my shoulders with his knees on either side of my head, I started fucking my mouth with the dildo pretending it was Jamie's cock. It didn't take long to explode. Cum soaked Jamie's panties and spurted onto my stomach.

Removing the dildo from I mouth, I used the head of it to scoop up some of the cum. Returning it to my mouth, I completely cleaned my seed from it. The salty taste was heady and being so taboo, made me want it even more. Over and over I cleaned my cum from the cock, after which I brought Jamie's soaked panties to my mouth and sucked the cum from them.

It took a while to settle down, and for reality to set back in.

"My God," I thought. "What have I just done? I'm not a faggot. I like girls. What the fuck?"

With two weeks left before college. I hit the party circuit and fucked and sucked every chick willing to give it up. The whole time my mantra was "I am not a faggot." I was out to prove my manliness.

But each time I was alone, my actions told me the truth. If I am not a faggot, then why does sucking this dildo turn me on so much? Why do I love to lick cum from it or to have it glide in and out of my ass? And why does wearing and cumming in Jamie's panties turn me on so much?

I left for college still confused. However, I did take Jamie's panties, the dildo, and the sketchbook with me. I knew this was more than a passing phase in my life.

My first day in college brought my first surprise. His name was Greg and he was my roommate. One could tell he was an athlete or former athlete. He was about five foot ten and lean. He wore a black T-shirt, which hugged his well-developed frame. It matched his dark black hair. 

His baby-blues were captivating. Surveying the rest of his torso it was impossible not to notice the bulge he was packing in his form fitting jeans. As it turned out he was on the diving team in high school.

Greg moved in while I was at the bookstore. I was a bit startled when I first entered the room, since no one was there two hours earlier. He apologized for scaring me, and based on the tone of his voice and the enunciation of his words, I knew he was gay.

Within the first ten minutes, Greg confirmed this by telling me he was gay. Greg was talking and I was listening. When he asked me if I had a problem with a gay roommate. I smiled and told him there was something I needed to show him. I went to my closet and retrieved Jamie's sketchbook.

I moved from my side of the room and sat beside him on his bed. This move alone created a sexual tension both of us sensed. I gave Greg a quick but spicy summary of Jamie and told him about the kiss at O'Hare and finding Jamie's sketchbook. Opening to the first page set the tone.

Greg gave a little sigh when he saw the sketch. He moved closer to me, placing one arm behind my back and resting his weight on it. His forearm leaned against my back. He placed his other hand on his thigh, the one next to mine.

When I turned the page, he moved his hand onto the page in an attempt to highlight some obscure detail. "I love how Jamie makes their cocks slightly bigger and out of proportion to the rest of their bodies."

At this point, Greg's face was very near mine and he turned his head toward me. I felt his breath against my cheek. The time was at hand.

I turned my face towards him and looked into his eyes. They were filled with lust and desire. We hesitated for a lingering moment and then our lips met.

Greg's mouth opened and instinctively I pushed my tongue into it. He sucked it in but in a manner unlike a woman. There was a power to his kiss. We fell into an embrace on his bed and kissed long and hard. It was different, arousing none-the-less, but different. Instead of the soft smooth skin of a woman, I could feel the freshly shaved stubble of a man.

It was exciting to feel his cock through his pants. Both of us were groping one another. Although this was a first for me, there was no hesitation on my part. This was something I wanted. Greg seemed to want to take control.

Pushing me onto my back, Greg unbuttoned my shirt while still kissing me. The contrast between a man and a woman were striking. Greg's movements were direct.

When my shirt was completely open, he slid his mouth to my nipple and began sucking it. His hand moved to my pants and started to unfasten them. Pushing them down my legs, he returned his hand to my underwear and did the same to them. My cock was free, erect, and very hard. Greg grasped my shaft and pushed it against my body, massaging it into the flat of my abdomen. The feeling was very primal. I was aroused and wanton.

Slipping between my legs, Greg took my rod into his mouth and began sucking it and I mean sucking. It wasn't sensuous or erotic. This wasn't a beautiful woman looking into your eyes as she fellated and worships your penis. Still Greg's hunger for cock was evident and his mouth was doing the job.

The more he sucked the hotter I became. I told Greg it was my turn and he wasted no time in standing up and removing his clothes. While he disrobed, I kicked off my pants and undies, and threw my shirt across the room onto my bed. I was still sitting on the bed when Greg stepped in front of me and presented his cock to my mouth.

I thought of how I sucked Jamie's dildo and gave his cock a big lick. Greg had other thoughts and at his first opportunity he shoved his rod into my mouth and began fucking it. As basic and manly as it was, there was something sexually arousing about it. I took each thrust. Pre-cum started to seep into my throat; it was a taste I recently learned to crave.

My cock was still rock hard and I couldn't stop myself from stroking it as Greg fucked my mouth. I was getting close to cumming and so was he. Greg started to grunt and said he was ready to explode. He pulled his cock out, and aimed it at my face while furiously stroking his shaft.

Opening my mouth, I gave him a target and Greg's first blast landed directly in it. Although I tasted my own cum numerous times before, the lewdness of another's seed sent me over the edge. Cupping my hand over the head of my cock, I captured my cum and rubbed it over the head of my cock intensifying my orgasm.

Greg's cock was feeding me shot after shot. I collected all of it. When he was empty I tried to pull his cock back into my mouth for a couple of final sucks. He wasn't game for it and stepped back saying, "Pretty good blow job, Kevin. This is going to be a fun year."

I can't say I was as pleased as Greg. Yes, I came and there is no such thing as a bad orgasm. However, it was just sex. There was no sense of emotion, or sensuality to it. That night we fucked each other up the ass. It reminded me of two dogs letting their hormones control their genitals while their brains were elsewhere. Greg was happy and I was registering firsts.

On campus, I was noticing both the guys and the girls. Even though I now officially had cock, I still had an overwhelming attraction to women. Seeing a sexy woman still aroused me, while the guys were just cocks.

Sex with Greg was every night and it was getting very mundane. As luck would have it, Greg dropped out of school after the third week. He said it wasn't for him. When he was all packed up and his parent's car was loaded, he came back up to the room for a good-bye blow job and I gave it him. I was actually glad he left.

That night I took out Jamie's dildo and panties for some long overdue self-pleasure. It was so much more fulfilling. 

Wearing Jamie's panties, I started dancing to the tunes playing in the background. Watching myself in the closet mirror, I found the sight of the tight panties silhouetting my cock to be intensely erotic. My dancing became more suggestive. They image in the mirror was really turning me on.

The more I danced, the harder I became. My hands never touched my cock either. They somehow knew it was more seductive to trace its outline through the panties in synch with the music. They caressed my ass and nipples suggestively, stopping short of direct stimulation. It was the pure sense of lust that was making me rock hard.

Picking up Jamie's dildo, I moved closer to the mirror and began to caress and lick it. I slid it down my chest, across my nipples, and began to rub it on the outside of the panties against my straining cock. I was watching myself the whole time; the image looking back at me a slutty whore.

Dropping to my knees, I pushed the dildo length-wise against the mirror and began to bathe it with my tongue. It looked like two people double-teaming a cock as my mouth went over the fleshy shaft. Pre-cum oozed from the head of MY yet un-stroked rod.

Sucking the phallus into my mouth, I worked it with an immoral hunger. My eyes were glued to the raw sensuality being presented in the mirror. As one hand worked Jamie's dildo in and out of my mouth, the other dipped into my panties to free my cock. It was time.

My hips gyrated as I stroked. The look of my long hard cock with the panties pulled underneath my balls was electrifying. This was the sense of lust I sought. I wanted more. I coated the dildo with my saliva and pulled the panties from around my ass.

Placing the phallus at my ass hole, I eased it into my chute. After three weeks of Greg taking me, I had develop the ability to easily relax and open my bud. This felt so good. Pushing most of it in, I sat back on my calves trapping the end of the dildo between them.

I started rocking my hips back and forth on top of my legs. The dildo slid in and out on each rock. I was climbing to another level. The only thing that mattered at that moment was pleasure. My ass began attacking the cock. It couldn't go deep enough. My hips pulled up and then slammed down, burying its length up my chute. 

After each downward thrust, I ground my hips on the cock. I could feel it move inside me. Seeing me fuck myself was mind blowing. I looked hot. I wanted this. The person in the mirror was out of control with need.

My hands pulled on my cock as my ass went wild. There was no rhythm between them. My cock was being serviced; my ass was being serviced; and my mind was being shattered.

The orgasm destroyed me. Cum exploded from my cock and splattered against the mirror. It filled my hands and dripped between my fingers. Stream after hot goody stream shot from my cock head. Never before had I cum this hard. I began to shake and went blank.

When I regained my composure, I realized I must have licked the cum from the mirror. My face was smeared with it, as was Jamie's dildo. Did I pull it from my ass, coat it cum and then suck it off? The evidence in the mirror said yes. That orgasm sent me to a new world; a world of desire; a world from which I never wanted to leave.

No one moved into my room after Greg moved out, so I didn't need to be clandestine. I started to wear Jamie's panties full time in the room, even though they were a bit small for me. They gave me a feel of sexuality. They also conjured up images of Jamie moving around the house and teasing me with his panty clad ass all summer.

I had many mind blowing solo sessions that year. Still, there was something missing. I needed feminine softness. Girls started coming back into my life. How I enjoyed their lips, and sexy ways. I was pretty successful in smooth talking them back to my room for some rousing sex.


My Brother's Panties Ch. 02



Waking the next day brought the flood of pleasant reminders of the previous night.  Next to me were Lauren and Jamie, cuddled together in the spoon position.  It was obvious this wasn't the first time the ladies had spent the night together.  That thought followed me to the spare bathroom for my morning duties and then into the kitchen to make coffee.

Finding what I needed to make a pot, I thought about Jamie and Lauren being lovers.  They met  during their first year at college; made their transitions together; choose the same career path, with the same design house; and rented this loft together.  Who was I to barge into my sister's life?

Still, the conversations indicated I was welcome and should never leave Jamie again.  Lauren also made a point that she was part of this relationship.  A wry smile crossed my lips as I silently chuckled to myself thinking, "When you make love to a woman all night and spend the night in their bed, it sort of hints at the start of a relationship.  Even if the love making meant sucking a woman's cock."

While the coffee brewed, I did a quick pick-up of the clothing trail we left last night.  I was such a 'horn dog' because I found great pleasure in fondling their intimates.  The smoothness of bra cups is so erotic.  It arouses me to think how lucky this inanimate piece of clothing is to cradle their breasts all day.  I brought their panties to my nose and savored the musky scent left by their cock and balls.  My cock was getting firm so I hurried up before I was fully aroused.

Slipping into the old pair of Jamie's panties I wore to NYC, I couldn't help but notice how tattered they looked in comparison to the ladies' lacey intimates.  They did say "new panties" were on my settling-in list.  The image of picking out panties with the girls was very provocative.  I knew I had to change my thoughts or I'd have a hard-on all day; although I probably would anyway.

Back in the kitchen, I surveyed the refrigerator and cabinets for some breakfast supplies.  It was well appointed with appliances, dishes and utensils, but there wasn't much in the way of food.  No wonder the girls were so trim.  I did find a pack of English muffins and made it my quest to turn them into a little morning treat for them.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the loft.  I heard the girls stirring, and Jamie hollering out, "Do I smell coffee?"  Her tone was that of being pleasantly surprised.  Timing is everything.  I just finished.

Half-and-half was transferred to a creamer and placed on the table next to the sugar.  The muffins had been transformed into lightly toasted cinnamon-sugared delicacies with a touch of orange marmalade.  Three cups of 'jo' were being poured when Lauren shuffled her way into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

She was naked and radiant.  The morning light danced across her body.  The cool air had her nipples erect, and jutting out from her beautiful natural Cs.  Her hair softly falling about her shoulders gave her a "J-Lo' look.  The major difference: Lauren's flaccid seven-inch cock hanging seductively from her loins.

With a bit of a coo, Lauren voiced her pleasure.  "Oh Kevin, how sweet of you.  God, you really are special.  Thank you so much."

She made her way over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck.  The 'Good Morning Kiss' she planted on my lips brought my cock to life instantly---her's too.  Breaking away she smiled and said, "It's going to be a good day."  She took a muffin from the plate, giving me a mischievous look while taking a lingering glance at my pantied covered cock.

Jamie, also naked, entered the room and expressed similar sentiments.  Lauren pointed out the little treat I prepared, making a big deal out something so simple.  Jamie also gave me a special kiss.

It started with one hand on the small of my back, and the other delicately placed on my chest.  Her lips softly said good morning; followed by Hello; then 'hey brother'; ooohhhh; and into a passionate exchange of tongues and mouth munching.  When we broke, her arms were around my neck and her stiff cock pressed next to mine through the panties.

She said, "We better enjoy breaksfast before it gets cold.  Can I wear your shirt, Kevin?  I'm a bit chilly."

"Sure," I replied.  "Let me get you a clean one."

"No," Jamie shot back.  "Give me the one from last night.  It will have your scent."

Heading into the living room, where I left the folded clothes, I caught a slight look of disappointment on Lauren's face.  I made sure to get the shirt I wore into NY as well as a clean t-shirt.  The clean shirt was just in case she didn't want my scent.

Lauren was thrilled at my thoughtfulness

The three of sat around the breakfast table chatting, enjoying muffins and coffee.  The girls looked very sexy with my larger shirt covering their nakedness.  I put on the t-shirt, which hugged my torso.  Wearing panties and a t-shirt made me feel sexy too; although I'm not so sure I looked that sexy, but the girls didn't complain.

The conversation centered on what we were going to do for weekend.  With it being New York, there certainly wasn't a shortage of things.  The girls declared that this would be a shopping weekend since I wanted to go with a newer image, socially and professionally.  The first order of business was to see what I brought with me from Chicago.

It wasn't until we entered the guest bedroom that we remembered what was in the one suitcase.  Jamie went to that one first, unzipping it on the bed and throwing the top open.  Right on top were the dildo, her old panties, and her sketchbook.

Jamie picked up the dildo as if it was a sacred relic.  She started to make little sounds of remembrance.  You could almost see the memories flashing through her mind.  There was a look in her eye telling us something wickedly erotic was brewing.

"So," Jamie said in a sultry voice while gently rubbing her fingers along the dildo's fleshy shaft.  "It seems both of us learned to suck cock the same way."  She took a few steps towards me, turning the shaft upward as if it was becoming erect from her stroking.

Standing in front of me, she began to talk.  However, her words weren't directed to me; they were directed to the dildo.  Her eyes were riveted upon it.

"Many years ago I sucked you."

Jamie brought the head to her mouth and licked all around it.

"I've had you in my ass."

She began to caress her face with the wet, fleshly phallus.  Closing her eyes she continued.

"The pleasure you gave to me, I will never forget.  I left you behind for a reason."

Lifting her eyes, Jamie asked me in a direct, matter of fact tone, "Kevin, have you fucked yourself with my dildo?"  Reaching into the suitcase, she grabbed a handful of panties and held them symbolically in front of me.  "And have you jacked off in these?"

I got the feeling I was in trouble; the kind of trouble that could get very kinky. 

Lowering my eyes, I nodded 'yes.'

"I'm sorry, but I didn't hear what you said."  Jamie's voice was confident, yet sexual.

"Yes," I mumbled.

"What are you saying 'yes' to?  Was it 'yes' to having MY dildo up your ass or was it 'yes' to jacking off into MY panties?"

"It was 'yes' to both."  My voice crackled slightly.

"Oh....My.....God," Jamie lightly tapped the head of the rubber phallus against my lips with each word.  She let it rest on my lower lip for a moment before she slowly ran it down my chin and onto my chest.  Using the head, she began to rub my nipples.

"You know what Lauren?  It appears my brother is into cock and panties.  I wonder just how perverted he is?"  She gave me a coy glance and then looked beyond me to Lauren.  "What do think about all of this?"

Lauren was in tune with Jamie.  "I noticed the same thing at breakfast.  When I gave him a simple 'good morning kiss,' he got all hot and bothered.  That's when I noticed these."  Lauren was now standing next to Jamie with her hands lightly rubbing my cock through Jamie's old panties.

"Weren't these YOUR panties from when YOU were a little girl?" she asked Jamie with a tone of mock discovery.

Jamie dropped the dildo onto the bed and brought her hands to her mouth, cupping it in mock surprise.  Purposefully, she lowered her hands to my panties and began to gently run her fingers over them along with Lauren's.

"Look Jamie!  Look at his cock!"  Lauren exclaimed.  "He's getting so excited.  His little secret is out and it turns him on that we know."

My cock was very hard and straining against the silky material as the girls raked their nails along my shaft.

"Does it turn you on to be a panty freak, Kevin?"  Lauren asked.  She was now standing upright with her hands on her hips.  Jamie was on her knees, using all ten of her ruby-painted talons on my cock and balls.  The look on her face was pure fascination.

Lauren's question required an answer.  I didn't know the exact path this was going, but I was really digging it.  With the air of a confession, I slowly mumbled, "It turns me on very much."

Lauren continued her questioning while Jamie seduced my cock.  Her mouth was inches from it, breathing warm air over it, adding to her nails' stimulation.  It was becoming difficult to focus on what Lauren was asking.

"Tell me why it turns you on."  Her question was simple but powerful.

There was true hesitation before I answered as Jamie was driving me nuts.  I needed to try to ignore what she was doing.  Gathering my thoughts, I tried to begin.

"Men are.... trained and groomed to be tough and without emotion...."  Jamie's lips were now kissing the outline of my hard cock.  Her fingers lightly moving over my balls and rubbing against my asshole.  "But true power resides in feminity......  Women are able to explore their softness and sensuality."  

Stopping to regroup, my voice started breaking between thoughts. "Women can express... ahh... their sexuality in many ways.....ohhhh......Intimates... allow their sexuality to be part.. of them...at all times......myyy godddd.....Having panties....hug my manhood..... is a constant reminder..... of the power of feminine...... sexuality."

I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  Lauren moved to the bed during my response.  She slithered onto it and turned her torso towards me.  Resting on her elbows, the shirt I gave her fell open and her legs spread, providing me a provocative look at her luscious tits and thickening cock.

Tossing her hair in her special way, Lauren questioned me again, "What is it about sucking cock and getting fucked that excites you?'

Jamie's teeth were nibbling on my shaft by this time.  Lauren could see the lust in my eyes.  My legs wobbled a bit with each of Jamie's bites.  When her finger slipped under the gusset of my panties and snaked into my asshole, I nearly collapsed.  My head drooped and jerked back up releasing a deep moan from my throat.

When I regained vision, there was Lauren lightly stroking her now rock hard cock.  My glassy eyes caught hers and I licked my lips wantonly.  She grinned seductively as she stroked her cock towards me.  Still, she added, "We are waiting for your answer."

Recalling the question was difficult.  I had to regain my focus.  When I did, only a few broken strands of conscious thought passed through my mind.  I took a deep breath and attempted my answer.

"Having my cock sucked....feels...so....good." Jamie was very close to proving it at that moment. 

 "The feeling around....my cock....when it is buried.... in....a....woman....is....incredible.... So.... If.... it.... feels...ohhhh myyyyy......" 

I needed to pause and regain what composure I had left.  "if... it....  feels.... so good receiving.... It should feel.....ahhhhhhh.... ummmmm....just as good.... giving."

Jamie was too much.  I buckled over, my hands catching myself on the bed.  Jamie moved out of the way as I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed.  Lauren wasted no time in sliding her body to the edge of the bed, her legs on either side of me, and her cock inches from my face.

"So," she said in a provocative manner, "You love to suck cock.  Well, here's mine.  Why don't you show us just how much you love sucking cock."  It wasn't a question, but rather a command.

The tip of her dick pushed deep into my throat as my mouth completely engulfed her.  My nose buried directly into her abdomen.  I started moaning and twisting my head around her cock.  This sent a wave of shivers through Lauren causing her to release her own, deep moan.

Removing her cock completely from my mouth, I slapped it over my lips and face a few times and then started my next assault.  I was out of my mind with desire.  I sucked on her cock head, licked her shaft, massaged her balls, deep throated her, slapped her cock over my face again, and went back down on her.  I was in a frenzy.

My fingers strayed to her asshole, and Lauren pulled her legs up to expose her brown bud.  My mouth covered it.  My hands continued to work her cock, but now my lips and tongue had a new center of attention.  Lauren was opening and closing her sphincter around my tongue, capturing and releasing it.  I was in heaven as I licked and savored the entrance to her ass pussy.

Suddenly, Jamie's hand took hold of my hair and pulled my face away from Lauren's ass; bringing me back to the reality that she was still "mad" about my taking her dildo and panties.

"It's not that easy lover boy."  Jamie said with a sadistic twinkle.  "Do you really think you can just come into town, and help yourself to our asses and cocks without making amends for your past transgressions?"

With those words, Jamie took her free hand and laid a crack on my ass cheek which stung like hell.  I was a bit surprised, and she saw it in my eyes.  She gave my ass another slap and broke out into a quick forced laugh.

"There is so much you don't know about us, Kevin.  I've got news for you brother; by the end of the day, your whole world will be rocked."  Jamie's face was now inches from mine.  I could see every word form and roll off her lips.  "Lauren, redden his ass while I explain things to our little pervert."

"With pleasure Mistress," Lauren said obediently.  This change had me wondering what was really going on.  Lauren slid quickly from the bed, her erect cock brushed across my face as she moved behind me.  Her first slap stung even more than Jamie's.  Both girls laughed as my body flinched.

Jamie let go of my hair and strode to the edge of the bed.  I was on all fours as she lewdly spread her legs while taking a seat in front of me.  Her cock was jutting out from her loins and although I wanted to take her down my throat, something told me not to touch her.

In a calm and controlling demeanor, Jamie placed her hand under my chin and lifted my head so that our eyes met.  She wore a slight smile while her eyes examined my eyes and face.  There was a look of detachment in her gaze.  She moved her head as if she discovered something,  

She glanced at Lauren and waved her other hand.  Her gaze returned to mine.  Fiery slaps landed on each cheek.  Jamie waver her hand again, and again Lauren's hands delivered their burning message.  With a sigh of discontent, Jamie waved her hand multiple times, and Lauren's slaps turned my ass aflame.

"Now, you are probably wondering what you did to deserve this?" Jamie's tone was again matter of fact.  "The issue isn't what you DID, it's what you DIDN'T do."

What happened next surprised me even more.  In a complete turn-about, Jamie brought her lips to mine in a tender kiss.

"I wanted you to find my sketchbook.  I wanted you to wear my panties.  I wanted you to suck and fuck my dildo."  Jamie paused and gazed into my eyes. 

"I also told you I loved you, and that my door was always open.  You knew I was starting a new life and that I'd never come back to Chicago.  Did you get the hint?  NO!"

Jamie waved her hand.  Lauren's slap never came.  Instead, her lips kissed their way across my heated flesh.

"I was hurt and pissed off.  When you told me you were moving to New York, I was filled with emotion.  Lauren and I made plans for your seduction and punishment.  Last night when we learned your secret, Lauren and I decided to move things along faster than planned and to fulfill a few fantasies right away."

Another tender kiss was placed on my lips.  Lauren replaced her lips with soft caresses from her hands.

"Today, I needed to share my hurt with you.  I also wanted you to know that I still love you as I love Lauren.  We had many a conversation before you arrived about the way this was going to work.  And at this point, both Lauren and I are pleased with the man before us." 

Lauren whacked each cheek one more time, catching me off guard because Jamie did not wave her hand this time.  When I jumped, Jamie gave a knowing smile and said, "And we also wanted to let you know, there's so much more to sexuality than just fucking and sucking.  As I said moments ago, we ARE going to rock your world."

Jamie stood and offered her hand to me to help me up.  Lauren moved next to me as I stood, pressing her hardness against my hip.  Her breasts were against my arm.  Her hands gently roamed my body; one along my back and warm ass, the other across my torso and cock.  Jamie lowered her mouth to one of my nipples.  She licked and sucked it.  Her other hand pulled and pinched the other.  My cock was regaining the hardness lost during Lauren's spanking.  

Once I was thoroughly aroused, Jamie removed her mouth from my bud saying, "It's time to prepare your body for life with us."  Jamie and Lauren turned and began walking out of the spare bedroom.  Both of the girls let my shirts drop to floor as their asses swayed away from me.  They stopped and looked back over their shoulders.  Lauren added, "Come, let's clean that little ass of yours so we can do all sorts of kinky things to it."

I followed them.  A sly smile was on my lips, knowing that the day had just begun.  I was very happy.

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Lauren and Jamie led me through their bedroom and into their master bath.  It was magnificent--warm and inviting.  The first thing to catch my eye was the over-sized Jacuzzi against the wall to our left.  Lauren began filling it with water and scented bath oils, while Jamie gave me the 'nickel tour.'

The walls were a combination of tile and paint.  The tiles-- large, square earth tones tilted on a 45 making a diamond pattern-- extended a bit more than half way up the walls.  They wrapped completely around the bath, with the exception of the massive shower and the mirror over the sink area.  Golden, wheat tone paint covered the rest of the walls.

Tastefully hung around the bath were stunning, full color, framed fashion prints.  Jamie told me they were copied from their college and work portfolios.  Also in the mix were actual photos of runway models wearing their designs.

The sink area was directly in front of us.  There were two of them and all of Lauren's and Jamie's cosmetics, brushes, perfumes and other beauty items were neatly arrange.  The mirror was at least four by eight feet.  It provided a full, unobstructed view while making the room seem much bigger.  Jamie caught me staring at Lauren in the mirror.

She turned to me and put a mock slap on my cock, saying "Dirty boy."  She had a look on her face saying, "Do I detect...?"  My look was that of "I've been caught....."

The shower was also tiled and took nearly the entire right wall.  Jamie explained it was a spa unit with heat, steam, rain and "of course showers."  There were at least a dozen showerheads with multiple water valves.  Some of the showerheads were attached to hoses and some were wall mounted.  All looked adjustable.

Bench seating outlined the three functional shower walls, while the front was solid glass panels from the floor to ceiling.  The center section included a large hinged door with another panel over it.  Jamie said it is one of their favorite places in the whole house.




My Brother's Panties Ch. 02



"After a hard day, it is so relaxing to just hang out there and let the world melt away."

Lauren added, "It's also a great place to get kinky, too."

Jamie feigned aloofness by ignore Lauren, but turning to me saying, "Lauren can be such a little minx."  I turned my head towards Lauren.  She was staring at me.  Jamie seemed to make a mental note of this little exchange.

Continuing to look around, I didn't see a toilet.  However, there were a few doors in the room, two large and one smaller.  The small one next to the sink area turned out to be the linen closet.  Jamie opened one of the two larger doors and there was the toilet area.

It was unlike anything I ever saw before.  There were three fixtures: two toilets and a bidet.  All were flat-line European style and tank-less.  The toilets faced each other against the right and left walls, while the bidet was between them but against the back wall.  The walls, door and ceilings were covered with mirrors.  There was a definite air of kink to the room.

We didn't get to the third door, as the tub was ready for us.

Lauren and Jamie proceeded to pamper me by washing and shaving every part of my body.  Only the hair on my head was intact.  Throughout the bath, the girls explained how the absence of body hair increases ones erotic senses.

They proved it by dragging their cocks and balls over my legs, and rubbing their breasts over my chest as they worked.  The clean, smooth feeling was definitely more erotic.  Near the end of the bath, Jamie told Lauren to prepare three enema bags for the final cleansing.  Lauren dried off and disappeared through the door Jamie hadn't opened on the tour.

Jamie towel dried the two of us.  I tried to help, but she pushed my hands away; telling me this was their way of showing how special I am to them.  She then rubbed cream onto my skin, paying close attention to my recently shaved groin and ass.  My cock was thick and heavy and Jamie looked into my eyes and bit her lower lip as she stroked cream over it.

With an air of seduction, she told me how much fun we were all going to have.  She found it so erotic that we all have a mutual thirst for cum.  She said this really turned Lauren and her on.  My cock twitched in her hand.

Lauren reentered through the door with a rolling IV pole with three full red enema bags hanging from the hooks on the top crossbar.  Jamie laid out a few fluffy towels and told me to kneel down on them with my ass in the air, chest on the towels, and my head resting on my folded arms in front of me.  I could see Lauren opening a drawer near the sink and retrieving various items.

When she snapped a pair of blue latex gloves onto her hands, my cock jumped.  Opening a bottle of lubricant, she squirted a generous amount into her palm.  Rubbing her hands together, Lauren joined Jamie, who had moved the IV pole behind me.  The girls explained how enemas are crucial for enjoying anal sex.

Lauren added the phrase "how true" bringing a chuckle from both.  Lauren's lubed fingers began rubbing along my ass bud, coating and relaxing it for what was to follow.  It felt wonderful.

When her finger slipped past my sphincter, I let out a soft moan of bliss.  Both ladies purred with pleasure.  Everything about Lauren and Jamie was sensual.  Never before had I met someone so in tune with my sexuality—let alone two women.

There was something about Lauren, however, that was capturing me.  It started with her voice on the phone when she convinced me to stay with them weeks ago.  And when she meet me at the door yesterday, my heart went 'pow.'

I'm not sure if its irony or intimacy, but here she was preparing me for an enema.  I was so aroused.  My new life in New York was theirs to fashion, and less than twenty-four hours into it, I was already a new man.

Lauren worked her finger in and out of my ass, twisting it around as she did.  A second finger was added to make sure my passage was well coated.  My ass eagerly accepted it and her soft 'oh yeah' made my cock twitch a bit.  The third and fourth fingers had me moaning and wiggling my ass in acceptance.  I was wondering if Lauren was going to fist me, but Jamie made her stop, saying "Save the rest of your hand for later."

The enema nozzle was the size of a small butt plug, and it slipped into my ass and into position easily.  I heard the snap of the clamp and the warm fluid rushing into my bowels.  Jamie was next to me caressing my back.  She told me to let her know if I started to cramp. 

This was my first enema and the truth be told, it felt pretty good.  It was kinky.  It was different.  It certainly wasn't going to be a once and done event for me.  I was thinking how enjoyable this was, and how wrong it was to depict it as a 'procedure of cruelty'.  Then the cramps hit me.

The pretty good feeling turned into pretty painful.  Jamie began to massage my lower abdomen telling me to relax.  Her voice was soothing and so were her hands.  The cramps dissipated and my thoughts turned back to the warm liquid filling me.  My belly was beginning to swell and I felt an unnatural pressure inside.  The girls coached me to relax, informing me that the bag was nearly empty.

"There you go....all gone," Jamie's voice was very 'nurse-like.'  It was something I would expect to hear in a hospital.  Removing the plug was interesting because I needed to push out to open my hole without releasing any of the fluid.  Only a few drips escaped.  The girls were pleased.

I rested for a few minutes before the urge to release overtook me.  The girls guided me to the toilet room for a few private moments.  Turning on the fan and dimming the lights, they told me to call them when I was done.

After I expelled, I waited a few minutes to make sure I was empty.  It was indeed kinky to see myself in this position.  I could only imagine what went on when the two of them needed to use the room at the same time.  

Calling to the girls, Lauren came in and taught me how to use the bidet as a final cleanse.  The spray of the water was incredible.  It could be adjusted to a fine spray or to a penetrating stream; so many possibilities.

Returning to the bath area, I was surprised to see Jamie already on the towels, her ass in the air, and a white enema hose connecting her to a near empty bag.  For some perverse reason, it turned me on.  Lauren could sense my arousal.

"Isn't it kinky?  It's so erotic to watch.  The look of the white hose sticking out of her ass turns me on to no end.  How clinical to watch the red bag drain into her hole"

My cock was nearly hard by this time.  Jamie reached down and took it into her hand.  She used it to pull me towards Jamie.

"Now I'm going to teach you how to remove the nozzle."

We were both kneeling next to Jamie.  Lauren was explaining the proper techniques to me.  I could see how one could easily become 'hospital-like' in the process.

Toward the end of her demonstration, Lauren took my hand, and without a break in her instructions, she placed it on Jamie's hard cock.  For this, I needed no direction.  I slowly and deeply stroked her.  Jamie's moans said it all.  While I stroked, Lauren pulled the plug from Jamie's ass.  The only sign from Jamie was a louder moan as the widest part passed her sphincter.

I stopped stroking as Jamie flattened herself to rest for a few minutes.  She looked up at me and asked, "What do you think?"

"Very erotic." My answer was short and direct.

"I thought this would turn you on.  Please help me up so I can teach you how to give Lauren an enema."

Again, an unexpected twist.  As soon as Jamie was standing, Lauren was on the towels with her ass wiggling in the air.  She was a little imp.

Jamie retrieved a pair of gloves and the lube.  Handing them to me, she explained they don't always use the gloves, but sometimes they like to play 'doctor' during enema time.  They were a bit snug, but I managed to get them on.

The urge was upon Jamie, and she moved quickly to the toilets, telling me to work Lauren's ass until she returned.  As the door closed behind her, Jamie hollered out, "See how much of your hand you get in her.  After all, she nearly fisted you.  And don't forget the spanking she gave you.  Lauren's been naughty too."

It's hard to explain the feelings that were flooding me at the moment.  I was so aroused, yet I didn't want sex.  Yes, I did want to sex, but I didn't want to cum.  It was such a wonderful, erotic, kinky, sensual, sexual feeling to have partners who reveled in prolonged play and stimulation.  My cock must have gone from flaccid to hard and back at least ten times this morning.

On top of it all, this was happening while Jamie and I were reconnecting.  If only I wouldn't have been so timid back when.  If only I would have taken Jamie's hints.  If only.....then again, would I have met Lauren?

Squeezing some lube into my hand, my focus returned to Lauren's offered buttocks.  Rubbing them together, I processed what Jamie said and quickly developed a line of thinking.  Following Lauren's technique, I rubbed along the crack of her ass, going over her bud and perineum.

My beginning statement was "Jamie was right, when she said I needed to be punished.  I did hurt her, but do you know what I noticed?"  As I asked the question, I slipped a finger into her hole.

Lauren's reply "No, Sir" was accompanied by a little gasp when I entered her.  I made a mental note of the use of 'Sir' in her answer.

Moving my finger in and out and around in her, I continued, "You seem to do everything just for your pleasure.  For example, you knew last night I was wearing Jamie's panties, but this morning you pretended this was a revelation."  A second finger joined the first.  Lauren purred as she worked her ass and sphincter around them.

"You questioned me about sucking cock and fucking.  Totally unnecessary.  My sister, your lover, was hurting and you made me suck your cock and lick your asshole.  Didn't you?"

Lauren didn't answer right away, and I wasn't about to give her an extra second.  Whappp!  My free hand found her ass cheek.  Her yelp told me she loved it.

"Didn't you?" I asked again as my second slap found her cheek.

"Yes, Sir" she whimpered. 

Without removing my fingers from her, I moved to a standing position, and straddled her, facing her ass.  "Do you know what I think?  I think you HAVE been naughty."  My hand was now going back and forth from cheek to cheek while a third finger slipped into her brown passage. 

Her ass was starting to redden, but it didn't stop her responding for more.

"You are right, Sir.  I have been naughty.  But may I tell you why, Sir?"  Lauren was offering an unsolicited explanation.

I stopped moving my fingers but didn't remove them.  "I really didn't ask," was my curt reply, "So this better be good."  I went silent and motionless.

"Sir, Jamie told me all about you.  From the pictures she showed me and from the stories she told me about you, I felt I already knew you.  I developed feelings for you.   I am so sorry Sir that you think this was only for my pleasure.  It was truly meant for you and Jamie, Sir"

Her words stopped me cold.  I felt like everything I just did was wrong.  It was incredible how Lauren and Jamie could jump the line between fantasy and reality.  Now all I wanted to do was to pull Lauren to me and tenderly hold her in my arms.  But here I was, straddling her with three fingers up her ass and spanking the cheeks I wanted to caress.  I felt so bad.  

Lauren's next phrase jumped the line again.

"Sir, may I have permission to suggest a punishment?"

Although I was blown away, I followed our roles.  "I'm listening."

"Sir, it would only be right if you gave me ten more swats, and for you to add more fingers into my asshole."

Oh my god.  Three seconds ago, I wanted to be her tender protector, and now I'm back to being the spank master.  It was so erotic.  As confusing as it was, I loved every minute of this.

"Ten plus one," was my reply, "and I want you to count each one aloud."  Along with the first slap, I pumped her ass with one finger.

 "That was the delicious first slap, sir."  Lauren's reply told me she craved this.  It also put me at ease for the rest of her punishment.

With each slap, I started pumping another finger.  On the fourth and fifth slap, I added my last finger and then my thumb.  Each slap brought a lustful, yearning 'Thank you, sir' form Lauren.

After the tenth slap, I moved behind Lauren and knelt between her legs.  (The eleventh was being reserved for Jamie to administer.)  I wanted to work my fingers deeper into her ass.  Lauren was rocking into each push of my hand relaxing her hole for deeper penetration.

She was now up on her forearms in more of a fucking position.  Lauren's head was bobbing around, her hair swaying to and fro.  Her grunting commands were fill with want.

"Yes.... mmmm.... Oh, yes....  God..... oh yeah... deeper....  Deeper.... I want.... Fuck me...... fuck my ass with your hand.....  SHOVE it in me...  OHHHHHH."

My hand was at almost at its widest part in Lauren's ass when Jamie returned.  Placing her hand on my arm, she motioned for me to stop pushing.  Jamie picked up the lube and dripped more onto my gloved hand while telling us how she heard our entire exchange.  She also said that Lauren's request for punishment was fair, but she heard only ten slaps.  Jamie was now lubing the rest of my hand and a few inches past my wrist.

I explained how the last slap was being reserved for her to administer.  Jamie smiled and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips.   "Thank you, Kevin.  How thoughtful of you.  Not like someone else we know."

With that, Jamie placed a slap on Lauren's ass that would tears to anyone's eyes.  Lauren screamed and called Jamie a bitch.  Jamie gave a sadistic laugh and said,

"Since I only get one, I thought I'd make it a good one.  Now let's work that hand up the this young lady's ass.  Pull your hand back a bit so I can get more lube on it.  You can never have enough lube when one goes exploring."

Lube dripped onto my fingers and Jamie spread it around and massaged some into Lauren's hole.  She nodded for me to begin again.  I pushed slowly and Lauren's ass magically opened.  The widest part eased past her opening and it felt like the rest of my hand was sucked into her.

Lauren head snapped back, releasing a powerful groan.  "Ohhhhh.... Yessssss... Ohhh.... It.... feels.... Soooo.... Fucking...... good......   Ohhhh......"  Her head dropped back down.

Jamie whispered in my ear to take it slow but to 'keep fucking her....."

Stepping in front of Lauren, Jamie went to her knees offering Lauren her cock.  Lauren's mouth opened at once taking Jamie's semi-hardness into it.  Jamie's hips rotated moving her cock in and around Lauren's mouth.  Lauren was resting on her hands, allowing herself to be fucked from both ends.

My hand was slowly moving in and out of Lauren's ass.  Pulling back to my fingertips and then pushing in gently to the widest part, allowing the rest to slip in naturally.  Once inside, I slowly turned my curled hand back and forth before repeating the process.  Lauren's mouth was full, but her murmurs and ass were asking for more.

Jamie started pinching her own nipples and squeezing her tits.  Her cock was moving rapidly in and out of Lauren's mouth, burying itself to the base of her lips.  My cock was fully erect, I was so turned on.  Reaching beneath Lauren, I found her hard cock dripping with pre-cum.  I began stroking her.

When Jamie saw me stroking Lauren, she crooned.  "Yes, Kevin.  Jack her off.  Make her cum.  Better yet, jack her off in my mouth."

Moving under Lauren and into a sixty-nine position, Jamie opened her mouth as a target.  Lauren buried her face onto Jamie cock, pumping and sucking her cock like a mad woman.  Leaving my fist in Lauren's ass, I worked it over her prostrate while I stroked her shaft towards Jamie's mouth.

It only took moments for Lauren to cum.  Thick waves of cum shot exploded into Jamie's waiting mouth.  Jamie opened and closed her mouth with every spurt making sure the cum covered her entire mouth and lips area.

I could sense Lauren was physically drained even though cum continued to shoot from her cock.  Easing out of her ass.  Lauren collapsed next to Jamie, leaving Jamie with an enormous hard on.
Peeling the glove from my hand, I planted my mouth onto Jamie's, remembering how our mutual thirst for cum turned her on so much.

Our tongues danced together, pushing Lauren's cum between us.  I slid my body next to Jamie's and started stroking her cock.  Sucking as much of Lauren's cum as I could, I moved to Jamie's cock and began sucking it, using Lauren's cum as a lubricant.

The warmth from my mouth and Lauren's cum sent Jamie over the edge.  On my third sucking stroke, she exploded.  Keeping the head of her cock in my mouth, I used my tongue to smear each her spurts over it.  Jamie was literally shaking with her orgasm.  My mouth was a cavern of warm cum and Jamie's cock was bathing in it.

Raising my eyes, it was obvious both ladies were spent.  Even though I was still very hard, I found a great deal of satisfaction in their orgasms.  I kept gently sucking Jamie's cock until I swallowed all of her cum.

Moving between the two motionless ladies, I used one of the towels that freed itself, and softly wiped Jamie and Lauren clean.  They both murmured 'thanks.'  I wasn't sure where were going at this point, but I did notice Lauren's enema bag was still full. 

I leaned over to her and kissed her softly on the cheek.  Whispering, I asked if she still wanted her enema.  She gently nodded her head in affirmation and mumbled, "please." 

Her body was in a natural position so I coated the nozzle with some lube.  I figured there was enough lube in her passage to allow the nozzle to pass.  Still, l took things slowly.  It slipped into place easily and I released the clamp.

The rushing water brought her back to life.  Her moans were pleasurable but without the lustfulness of before.  Looking over at Jamie, I was struck by how much I missed her.  I kissed her gently on the cheek and whispered softly in her ear, "I am so happy to be here.  Thank you."

Jamie smiled and said, "I'm happy you're here, too."  Reaching out, she wrapped her arms around my legs, pulling her body into them.  I smiled back and fondly stroked her hair.  She opened her eyes, and blew me a little kiss.  I sent one back to her.

Lauren was moving.  The bag was nearly empty.  Jamie came back to life and slowly sat up.  She looked at Lauren, and with a smile said, "Not quite the way we planned it, was It?"

With a chuckling retort she added, "No. but no complaints from me."  Lauren reached up to close the valve on the empty bag.  She looked me in the eyes, saying, "He's a keeper."  She placed a soft kiss on my lips.

The urge was upon her.  Standing up, she said she'd meet us in the shower.  Heading to the toilet she called out, "Don't think we forgot about you, Kevin.  That shower works miracles." 

I helped Jamie pick up everything.  I followed her through the fourth door.  Jamie told me the room was their secret design center.  Since they entertain a lot, they don't want others in the industry to see their work.

They purposely had it built behind the kitchen, bath and bedroom.  The only entrance was through the master bath.  Jamie also said if their boss knew they were designing on the side, they'd get fired.

Pushing the IV pole into the room, she also said it keeps certain things out of view.  "No one needs to know our business, either sexually or professionally."  I certainly understood, because no one in Chicago had a clue about my kinks.

We weren't in there long, but I did see a number of dress mannequins with designs in various stages of completion.  I also surveyed the area where Jamie pushed the pole.  There was a wand vibrator and some rather large anal beads on top of a chest of drawers.  "So this is where they store their kink," I thought to myself.




My Brother's Panties Ch. 02



Jamie caught me eyeing the toys as we left the room.  With a bit of bounce in her voice she told me, "I think you'll like what's in those drawers."  Back in the bathroom, she pointed out the laundry hamper and where the lube went.

She asked me to get three big towels from the linen closet and meet her in the shower.  Jamie went to the shower and turned on its steam function.  From inside, she motioned me to place the towels on the towel bar attached to the door and to come in.

Using one of the hand-held showerheads; Jamie sprayed hot water over the benches and walls.  "Make yourself comfortable. Time for a little steam bath."  I moved to the far side of the shower and took a seat, resting my back against the corner wall and stretching one leg out along the bench.  The other was on the shower floor.

My legs were open, my semi-aroused cock dangling free.  Jamie looked at it and then at me.  With a quick flick of the wrist, she gave it a spray.  We both laughed.

The steam started to seep into the shower.  Jamie remounted the showerhead and moved onto the bench next to me.  She scooted her back up against my chest and rested her head near my shoulder.  She was stretched out along the bench, using my legs as arm rests.  I wrapped my arms around her just under her breasts.  Jamie placed her other hand on mine and looked up at me for a kiss.

The building steam felt great, and a few minutes later, you couldn't see the bathroom through the glass.  The door opened with a 'whoosh' as Lauren joined us.  She sat on my other side and wasted no time in joining our kissing.  The passion was building again.

Jamie flipped over so her breasts were against my chest.  Her kissing became a craving.  She worked her tongue into our mouths.  Her fingers went to my nipples.  At first, her nails did a slow dance across them, but as the fervor of her kissing increased, her nails followed.  Taking each nipple between her nails, she pinched them.  The pleasure was painfully arousing.

Lauren was kneeling next to me, licking and sucking on my ear.  Her tongue bathed it and snaked all around it.  She kept telling me how she was going to lick my asshole before she fucked me.

I was rock hard when Jaime went to her knees on the floor.  She pulled my legs open and took hold of my cock.  Her first move was sucking each ball into her mouth.  The feel of her tongue on my hairless sack rocked me.

Lauren's nails replaced Jamie's on one nipple, and she started sucking the other. I knew I wasn't going to last long, since I've been aroused since breakfast.  Both Jamie and Lauren knew it too.

Jamie brought my cock back into her mouth and worked it marvelously.  Her hand was twisting the shaft on every stroke, while her head moved up and down on it.  She kept a constant vacuum on my dick.  Her middle finger had worked its way into my clean ass and was urging my prostrate to release.

Lauren's mouth returned to my ear, but her nails continued tormenting my chest buds.  Her words did me in.  With that sultry, lusty voice, she drove me over the edge.  "Blow it.  Shoot that wad.  Feed your sister your goo."

I felt my balls contract.  Jamie pulled my cock from her mouth and used both hands to pump me.  She was aiming my cock at her face.  The first blast sprayed onto her lips and chin.  Spurt after spurt erupted, covering her cheeks with my warm cream.  She kept stroking my cock until I could take it no longer.  It was my turn to be shattered and I slumped back against the wall.

Jamie climbed back onto the bench next to Lauren.  She pulled Lauren's face to hers and drew her into a deep, cum coated kiss.  Lauren licked every stream from her face, and feed each tongue-full lick to Jamie.  Their acts were deliberate and slow; they were putting on a show for me.  Their eyes turned to mine from time to time to make sure I was watching them.

Even though I was literally spent; the look of these two beauties swapping my cum in the warm, foggy steam kept me mentally aroused.  When they brought their coated lips and tongues to me, there was no way I could resist.  I melted into them.

When my seed was gone, we laid back and let the steam do its thing.  To say we were all relaxed would be an understatement.  Lauren was right when she said this shower works miracles.  Jamie finally turned off the steam and we took a group shower; each of us washing the other.

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This was the first time I every washed a cock other than my own.  It was wonderfully different and erotic.  The flaccid feel of another's shaft is unique.  I found it to be incredibly sensual to have their thickness moving and twisting freely in my soapy hands.  It felt even more intimate than sex.  As we all know, the owner of a hard cock would allow most anyone to touch it, but in a non-aroused state, it's a different matter.

The shower was amazing.  I was the first one out of the shower.  Lauren was squeezing the excess water from her hair, while Jamie realigned the toiletries on the shower bench.  I picked up one of the towels and did a quick wipe down on my legs.  Wrapping the oversized Turkish around my waist, I went back to the linen closet for a few more towels.

Being so drawn to the girls, I wanted the drying off process to be unrushed and affectionate.  I wanted to pamper them.  Lauren stepped out of the shower and I greeted her with an open towel.

I took my time, lovingly patting her dry.  Her body felt divine.  There was more to this than drying off.  I was developing deep feelings for her.  I wanted her to know that with each touch.  When she was dry, I slowly wrapped the towel around her, tucking it closed in the back.  Grabbing another towel, I wrapped it turban style around her hair.

Turning Laruen towards, I gave her a very tender and loving kiss.  Lauren melted into my kiss, putting her arms around my neck while I pulled her closer.  Our mouths said it all.  This was more than a threesome with my sister and her lover.  We would have stayed like that for hours, if not for Jamie's voice saying, "Hey love birds."

This caught both Lauren and me by surprise.  We blushed.  It wasn't as if we didn't know what was happening; but it took Jamie vocalization of it to make us consciously aware of what was happening.  Lauren gave me a peck on the cheek and quickly moved to the sink area.  I think Jamie's words scared her.

The whole time I was drying Jamie, she had this little grin on her face and kept looking into my eyes, searching for something.  Every time I looked into hers, I could read her question, "Are you falling for Lauren?"  I tried not to look at her and pretended not to notice, but my eyes and smile belied the façade.  When I finally wrapped the towel around her hair, I gave her a kiss and said, "The answer to your question is 'Yes'."

Jamie eyes grew wide and her mouth opened wide in silent delight.  She hugged me quickly as if congratulating me.  Jamie knew Lauren was sweeping me off of my feet.

*****************

Getting ready brought everything full circle.  

The girls took me back to the guest room and proceeded to empty my suitcases on the bed.  Their comments about my clothes were so 'catty,' so fashion diva-ish.  Picking up one of my shirts with two fingers and holding it in front of her as if it was infested; Jamie went into a mock Valley-Girl voice saying, "Like where were you born?" and dropped it on the floor.  We all split a gut laughing.  I must admit, it was pretty ugly.

They determined nothing was salvageable, even Jamie's panties.

While they rummaged through my things, Jamie poked my ass with the dildo, saying she wanted to watch me fuck myself.  Lauren's quick, 'I want to watch too,' kept us laughing. 

They did eventually find an "acceptable outfit to wear in public---for the final time."  It was sans intimates.  Lauren said they'd be replaced soon enough.

The girls retreated to their bedroom, telling me they would be ready in forty-five.  I was ready in ten, so I cleaned up the kitchen.  Looking at the clock it just a couple of minutes past ten in the morning.  What a great start to the day.  I made a fresh pot of coffee while I washed and dried the few dishes and utensils.  Remembering how the girls drank their coffees earlier, I poured Jamie a cup with cream and sugar; Lauren just cream—the same way I take mine.

Carrying them to their room, I hollered, "Knock, knock.  Fresh Java."  The girls told me not to come in.  Instead, two arms extended from behind the door and eagerly accepted the cups.  Sincere "Thank You....You're the best" were shouted back to me.  A smile crossed my lips as I went back to kitchen.

For the first time in a couple of days, my mind drifted to work.  I thought, "Funny, how the catalyst for bringing me to New York hadn't crossed my mind the last couple of days."  Since I had some time, I grabbed my laptop from my briefcase in the guest room, and went back to the kitchen to boot it up.

While it went through its start-up, I took a couple plastic garbage bags and packed up my 'old' clothes to donate, placing them by the door.

Luckily, the girls had unsecured WiFi so I could log in and do a quick check of how things were going at the new office, as well as how my investments were doing.  I was pleased things looked good.  I checked a few indices and the markets looked stable and logged out.  Things were fine.

The clicking of the girls' heels caught my attention as they joined me in the kitchen.  They looked HOT.  Both were wearing tight, skinny jeans: Lauren in the traditional dark denim, Jamie in jet black.  I wasn't sure who looked hotter.

Jamie wore a white half sleeve blouse with ruffles in the front. Six buttons extended upwards from where it was tucked into her jeans and from there the ruffles took over.   They flared open exposing the smooth skin of her upper chest, her braless bosom hidden behind the ruffles.

Thin black trim adorned the edges of the ruffles, as well as the sleeves and open collar.  The blouse was tied together seductively with a white bow of thin fabric attached to each side of the collar.  One pull of the bow and the blouse could easily open and fall from Jamie's shoulders.

The black trim complimented Jamie's smoky black eye shadow, black-black liner and mascara.  Her baby blues jumped from the contrast and were framed exotically by the blonde bangs of her pageboy cut.  Jamie's ruby red lips were enough to drive any man or woman wild.  They color matched perfectly with her nails.

Topping off her outfit was a thin spaghetti style belt strung through the belt loops and tied loosely in the front.  The straps, dangling in front, were capped with silver.  One's eyes were naturally drawn to her loins.  On her feet were six-inch black, open-toed stilettos.  The red toenails said it all....what a woman.

Lauren was every bit as beautiful, but more subtle.

Brown leather riding boots rode up her jean clad legs to just below her knees.  Leather spur straps wrapped each ankle where an antique brass ring joined them to the sole on the outside of each boot.  A hunter green, long sleeve turtleneck hugged her shapely torso.  The way it formed around her breasts was alluring.

A buckskin vest, matching perfectly with her boots and belt, tapered to her waist.  The bottom of the vest followed her belt line where her sweater met her jeans.  Lauren's belt had an antique brass Southwest style belt buckle.  Red and blue turquoise along with black opal stones formed a floral design.  Her dangling earrings were the same design and complemented her flowing, deep auburn hair perfectly.

Soft green eye shadows with black mascara brought sparkle to Lauren's hazel eyes.  Her lip color was pink and she wore it well.  The soft earth tones of her blush produced a look of pure class.  There was a yearning building for Lauren within me; unlike that for Jamie.

Jamie told me she made a few phone calls and we were all set for shopping.

"The first stop is to our stylist, James.  He's a genius with hair and will give you that New York look instantly.  Then we're off to Madame Chloe's."  Both girls gave me a knowing purr.

Lauren added, "She carries the finest lingerie at reasonable prices.  She specializes to those of us with panty fetishes.  And the way it's presentation is soooo erotic"

I could only imagine what the ladies were wearing at the moment.

Lauren continued, "Then you and I will go shopping for a new wardrobe, because Jamie need to finalize plans for tonight."

My smile triggered theirs.  "Should I even ask about the plans?  I do want to let you know that whatever they are, I'm covering the expenditures."

Both girls started with the 'that isn't necessary' line, but I held up my hands asking them to stop.

"Please, I'm not trying to be a jerk.  This is something I want to do.  You've taken me in for few days, so it's the least I can do.  And don't forget, I'm on an expense account for thirty days."

The phrase 'expense account' softened their stance and they relented.

"So may I ask about the special plans?"

Jamie said they were having a 'Welcome to New York' get together in my honor that night.  Taking a credit card from my wallet, I gave it to Jamie.  "Since we have the same last name, no one will think twice if they ask for ID."

Jamie asked how much credit was available.  I got the feeling hers was maxed.  I soft sold things by saying there was plenty.

**********

James' salon was jumping.  The stylist and nail techs all knew Lauren and Jamie.  James seemed like a great guy.  He wasn't effeminate, but rather, a stylish man.  It was obvious the girls were special to him by the way they greeted one another.  I could tell he had a thing for Jamie by the way he kept asking for her opinion, as well as the soft touches he kept placing on her arm.

Jamie was enjoying the attention, and doing her fair share of flirting.  She moved closer to James when he was showing her something with my hair, allowing her hand to touch his arm.  I didn't say anything, but inside I was digging watching my sister coming on to James.  All of this was through the mirror of course.

I could also see Lauren in the mirror.  Our eyes would meet and linger.  I am not sure what Lauren was thinking, but I was thinking what a fantastic woman she was.  Cupid's arrows were on the mark.

Jamie's phone rang while James was finishing my 'style.'  She moved towards the door to take the call.  It didn't appear to be a call she wanted to take.  At one point in the conversation, Jamie's lips tightened and, staring at the ceiling, she stomped her foot on the floor.  Then she changed her look and gave the phone a fake smile while saying 'Yes, yes."  

She disconnected and glared at the phone with the same tight-lipped anger.  Lauren went over to console her.  Jamie was going off, and Lauren listened sympathetically.  When Jamie finally settled down, they had a quick conversation.

By this time, both James and I were watching in the mirror.

Jamie came over to me and told me she had to go into the studio for a few hours.  Her boss, "the witch," wanted her to make a few changes to their latest design.  It was the same design that delayed her the previous night.  The shopping trip was going to be just Lauren and me.

"I wanted to go to Madame Chloe's to see her presentation so much."  Jamie protested.  Her pouting was very sexy.  She got over it quickly saying, "Well, the bitch isn't going to ruin my day." 

I was disappointed also, but the sudden reality of having time alone with Lauren made my senses tingle.  I tried not to let either emotion show.  I told Jamie I understood.  She kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "Look at it this way, you get time with your new girlfriend."  Jamie could always read my mind.

James got a 'lip' kiss while Lauren and I got the cheek version.  On the way out the door, Jamie said she'd still take care things for the evening.  James said 'See you later—looking forward to the evening."  Jamie smiled at him, mouthing 'me too.'

My hairstyle was actually very cool.  It was a professional look with a bit of spike.  I liked it a lot and so did Lauren.  She said it made me look powerful.

The cab ride to Madame Chloe's was a bit different than the pawing ride home from the restaurant the previous evening.  I was looking out the window at all the people; drinking in New York.  Glancing over at Lauren, I saw that she was staring at me.  I smiled and told her how beautiful she looked.  Her smile lit up the cab.  I took her hand in mine and she slid next to me resting her head on my shoulder.

I asked if James and Jamie were a 'thing.'  Lauren's answer was interesting.  "Well, they were always attracted to each other, but I think things are about to change for both of them."  I wasn't sure why things were 'about to change.'  Lauren said it was a long story and waved my inquiry off without further comment.  I dropped it, knowing that time has a way of revealing all.

When the cab pulled in front of Madame Chloe's, I was a bit in awe.  The front awing bore the name "Sentiment Intime" which Lauren told me meant 'Intimate Feeling.'  The scantily clad window mannequins had my cock stirring.  I was expecting more of a department store.

Madame Chloe personally greeted us as we entered the shop.  She was a robust woman.  I guessed her age to be late forty, early fifty.  She had large breasts and a thick, curvy body.  Her blonde hair was pulled into a bun.  Her business suit was stylish, yet professional.  Her perfume was heady.

"Bon Jour, Mademoiselle Lauren"  Madame Chloe's accent was distinct. "And zees must be Monsieur Kevin."  She gave us both a 'MuWah..MuWah.'  "I am so sorry Mademoiselle Jamie cannot be wiz us today.  She did call to tell me."

Madame Chloe led us through the shop.  The lingerie around the store had my dick twitching.  It was so sexy to see women touching and caressing the various fabrics without the slightest built of embarrassment.

They were holding bras up to their chest and looking at themselves in the mirror, turning this way and that for different angles.  I even saw one woman coming out of the dressing room wearing only a bra and matching thong.  I tried not to look, but....

Lauren also saw me, and mumbled, "Pervert."  I sheepishly smiled.  She took my hand and gave it a little squeeze telling me it was okay.

We entered a private section of the shop, passing through a set of large double doors and into a short vestibule with a similar pair of doors at the other end.  Madame closed the set behind us, and then pushed open the set in front of us, unveiling an opulent French sitting room.

It was very feminine.  Everything in the room exuded the ambiance of the decadent age of France.  The room had full-length swivel mirrors positioned throughout.  Tables, chairs, and love seats were placed in a half circle around an ornately woven carpet.

About ten feet from the open end of the circle stood a set of large, elaborately carved, wooden screens.  They appeared to be concealing a wall entry.  The feeling in the room was formally hedonistic.  

Madame Chloe led us to a fainting couch.  The one armrest design and tapered back ensure a level of intimate coziness.  Madame motioned for me to take the armrest position with Lauren leaning against me.  It was a natural and delightful movement to place one arm on the rest and wrap the other over Lauren's shoulder.  She snuggled in.

Madame clapped her hands twice, calling, "Francoise."  

A young woman, wearing a completely see-thru black ensemble emerged from behind the wood screen.  My heart skipped a few beats as she approched.  Madame Chloe gauged my reaction.  "Ees zer any other room een zee house where one can better explore zees zings zen a Boudoir?"  Madame exited around the other end of the screen.




My Brother's Panties Ch. 02



The top of Francoise's ensemble was a simple bib of sheer material.  It hung loosely from her torso and covered only her front, doing nothing to conceal her small breasts.  Her nipples however, were quite large, probably caused by her stud piercings.  The bib was sewn onto a black satin choker that hugged her neck, and into a band of the same material at the waist.

Flaring from the waistband was a skirt of the same sheer material.  It barely covered her mons, with its thin fluffy, black down.  The contrast between it, the material and her milk white skin was arousing.

Her legs were thin; and each stride provided a clear view of the delicate folds nestled between her loins.  Black, 8 inch, stiletto heels adorned her feet.  These were more than 'fuck me' pumps; these screamed 'kink.'  Her makeup said the same. 

Long, thick, jet black lashes flowed from her eyelids; each of which was outlined with a thin black line.  Under the bottom was a bold streak of light purple shadow running the length of the socket.  The same light purple radiated from the tear ducts to crease of the upper lids.  It then blended into cobalt blue shadow; all confined beneath the brow bone.

Her eyebrows, like the rest of her hair, were jet black.  Like Madame's, Francoise's hair was pulled into a bun.  This kept one focused on her eyes as well as her matching light purple lips.  To say her unabashed sexuality was arousing would be an understatement.

Francoise carried a large card in her hand.  It out to be instructions about the process as well as a list of complimentary beverages.  Although well acquainted with 'Sentiment Intime,' Lauren read the card with me.  Francoise stood dutifully before us.

There would be a coordinator to record our purchases.  When we saw something we liked, we were to motion to the coordinator.  Sizing would be done at the end to ensure the proper fit for the items purchased.

Lauren lifted her eyes to Francoise.

"Oui, Mademoiselle?"  Her accent added to the eroticism.

Lauren order sparkling water with lemon.  Our server shifted her eyes to me.  "Monsieur?"  I ordered the same.

Francoise left with a simple, "Très bien," taking the card with her.

The movement of her ass swaying away caused both Lauren and I to cast lingering looks.  Lauren lifted her head towards mine.  In a whisper she asked, "What do you think so far?"  The question did not require an answer, but I whispered one anyway.

"Interesting.  I'm not sure what she is into, but whatever it is, I'm interested."

As she was leaning against me, Lauren lifted her right arm until her hand softly touched my right cheek.  She pursed her lips and gently kissed my left cheek.  Lauren purred "It gets better."  I think she notice the quick jump in my loins.

Madame Chloe reentered a few moments later along with the coordinator and Francoise.  The coordinator took a position on a chair across from us.  She was a dark haired woman of medium build, dressed in prim and proper business attire.  She crossed her legs and opened her notebook to record our purchases.

Francoise pushed a small cart carrying our waters.  She circled behind couch and positioned the cart near the armrest.  Tilting my head up, I thanked her.  She said nothing.  However, she did drag her nails across my arm as she walked away.  This caught Lauren's attention.  With a hint of mockery, she whispered 'tramp.'  I didn't have time to chuckle, for at that moment paired couples dressed in matching ensembles entered from behind the screen.

Madame Chloe began to elaborate on each item worn.  Every detail mentioned was seductively demonstrated.  The first item was a blue satin girdle with garters and an open gusset.  It was being worn by both the man and the women, although the man's girdle was without the garters.  When Madame said the open gusset design allows for easy access to "zee intimate offerings," the woman slinked her way to the sofa, with the man following closely.

We could easily see her hairless pussy.  Stopping a few feet in front of us, she turned towards the man, her back now to us.  Spreading her legs shoulder width, she bent over bringing her eyes, level with the man's loin.

Her ass cheeks spread open, exposing her pink nether hole; her pussy lips glistened with her nectar.  Without the slightest hesitation, she reached into the man's gusset and pulled his cock free.  He wasn't completely hard, but her hungry mouth soon had him fully erect.

My cock grew on its own.  Lauren needed to reposition herself a bit, pressing her arm against my shaft as she did.  Both Lauren and I nodded to the coordinator.  Madame Chloe knew how to make a sale.

By the end of the presentation, we nodded yes to high cut briefs, low cut briefs, full briefs, open bust bras, nursing bras, waist cinchers, bustiers, torsettes, and various style of boy cut shorts, from satin to lace, from smooth to ruffled.  We ordered bikinis and thongs, along with numerous pairs of hose including self-stay and those requiring garters. 

Every item was provocatively modeled and every feature was highlighted by the use of hands, mouths, tongues, pussies, and cocks.  I thought I was going to lose it whenever the nipples were exposed.  Nipple play drives me wild and watching them being licked, sucked, twisted and pulled had me rock hard.

 The fact that I was without underwear made my erection even more noticeable. 

Each time I adjusted, Lauren would give my cock a knowing push.  Jamie pulled arm from her shoulders to her tummy, keeping her hand on top.  When something aroused her, she would let out a barely audible gasp and squeeze my hand.  This was turning her on as much as it was me. 

Madame Chloe said there was a little surprise.  With a clap of her hands, all the models returned.  However, their garb was no longer the sensual intimates, but rather the stark boldness of rubber, latex and leather.  They wore hoods and masks; carried crops and whips; and were attached to collars and chains.

Madame Chloe announced that she was holding a special showing next Saturday for her new line of different intimates.  It was going to be held at a private club in Manhattan.  The cost for the show was $1,000 per person and included food and beverages throughout the evening.  There would also be special rooms for those desiring closer, more personal demonstrations.

Both Lauren and I squirmed with this display.  We glanced at each other.  The look I saw in her eyes was panicked desire.  It was clear Madame Chloe hit on one of Lauren's deeper kinks.  I could feel her body tingle.  She was in a frenzied state.  

Her eyes showed fear, want, craving, desire, passion, and that glassy look of kink.  This really turned me on.  Lauren was looking at me for approval.  She wanted me to make a decision.  Calmly, I looked at the coordinator and nodded, holding up two fingers.  We were officially on the guest list.

It took a while after the models exited for Lauren to regain her composer.  My cock had retreated to a somewhat flaccid, but thick state.  Lauren stood first.  I could see a flood of thoughts going through her mind.  "You didn't need to buy the invite for next Saturday."

Standing, I replied, "You're right.  I didn't."  My response was direct and to the point.  There was a newfound command in my tone that surprised me.  "But I wanted to."  

"This is a dark side to you that has your deepest desires; your deepest wants and your deepest yearnings.  I saw it this morning when you suggested your punishment.  I was very aroused.  I was very turned on.  Your passions ignite mine.  I want that.  I want that very much."

I offered Lauren both of my hands.  She took them in hers.  Her touch was soft, sensual, and electrifying.  Pressing her body into mine, Lauren gave me a gentle kiss.  Nothing more needed to be said.

The coordinator politely coughed, saying "Pardon, It eez time for zee sizing.  Follow me s'il vous plaît."  

I needed to strip in front of the room full of models, who just happened to be naked also.  Lauren's sizes were on file, so she got to watch.  The models' attitudes were casual, which put me at ease.  Still, there were a few who looked at my cock--both men and women.

The seamstress worked quickly, saying my measurements aloud in French while the coordinator made note of them.

Madame Chloe approached us with the invoice.  Lauren asked her if she could select a pair of panties for me to wear home.  Madame declared, 'but of course!"  She had the coordinator help Lauren since she was going to assemble our purchases anyway.

I slipped into my pants showing some degree of modesty.  It also allowed me to retrieve my wallet.  I examined the invoice and was in shock.  The items were practically free and the amount for next Saturday read 'gratuit.'

Looking at Madame, I gave her the 'I don't understand look.'  She explained how Jamie and Lauren helped her start the business and for that, she will be eternally grateful.  Madame also conveyed that she has never seen Lauren so aglow.  "You must a special man."

I am sure I blushed, but I made it a point to tell Madame that Lauren is a very special woman.

Handing her my credit card, I did inquire about getting four tickets for next Saturday.  I explained if Lauren wanted to go, I am sure Jamie would also.  The fourth was if my hunch about right about James, Jamie just might be bringing him along.

Madame's reply of "aucun problème" was very gracious.  When she returned with my card, she handed me four invites, all in separate envelopes.  I signed the sales slips just as Lauren returned with a gorgeous pair of lavender, lace trimmed, satin boy shorts.

I needed to strip down again to put them on.  They were a perfect fit.  Both Lauren and Madame gave a little "Ooh La La" while copping a feel of my now pantied ass.  Their roaming hands made it difficult to get my pants back on, but I really didn't care.  I was in heaven.

Our bags were ready at the door.  Exchanging 'Au revoirs' and kisses, Madame Chloe said she would see us later.  I got the distinct feeling this get together was going to be quite a bash.  We hailed a cab and Lauren gave the driver the address of the next stop.

In the cab, Lauren's phone rang.  It was Jamie.  During their conversation, Lauren reported in a sexy tone, "Very turned on."  She looked me while she spoke those words, and blew me a kiss.  There was a little pause and she said, "Hold on, I'll ask him."

"Kev, do you like champagne?"

"Love it!" was my response.  I liked that Lauren called me 'Kev." That made me feel special.

She relayed my response to Jamie and then added while looking at me, "I'd assume a good brand."  Her head was nodding; asking me if she was right.  I gave her a confirming nod.  "Is Veuve Clicquot okay?" I mouthed an "Oh yeah."  Lauren smiled and said "Go for it babe."

****

Wardrobe shopping was fast and furious.  Lauren knew exactly where to go.  We were out of the mainstream and using her contacts in the industry; shopping behind the scenes.  The prices were unbelievably low.  Some items were even complimentary.  Lauren called them industry perks.

We went from casual to business to formal (yes a tux).  Tailors did alterations on the spot when they could, or promised to have the item in a few days.  We hit it all, even jewelry.  I bought a reasonably priced Movado watch.  As Lauren put it, "it's functional, tells time, and looks classy.  You already have investments.  You don't need one on your wrist."

Most of my purchases were to be delivered.  Lauren said it's so much easier and the delivery fee is reasonable—free, another industry perk.  Still, we took along enough to get me through a couple of days.  The clothes I started with were in a probably already in a dumpster somewhere.

Lauren put together a wear as you go ensemble as we shopped, and it was incredible.  The shirt was a pumpkin colored linen, with barrel cuffs.  Lauren rolled them inward for a rugged look.  A pair of tan, Italian wool slacks was complimented by a black, alligator belt.  It matched the black suede loafers perfectly.

Up to then, I always thought socks were socks.  That was until Lauren had me buy a pair of black cashmere socks.  My feet were in heaven.  I purchased many pairs in various styles and colors.

Completing the outfit was a lightweight, black, sweater.  It had with bars of color and texture knit into it.  It gave me a very contemporary and Lauren taught me 'the model,' around the neck wrap.  "This way people see both your shirt and the sweater."

I looked in the mirror and had to admit I was a new man.  I really looked good.  Lauren smiled her approval.  What made all of this special were the lavender, satin boy shorts hugging my cock and balls.

Looking at Lauren, I opened my arms to her.  She tossed her hair in that special way and walked into my embrace.  Gazed into her eyes, I could the magic, the chemistry between us.

In the past, there were times when I thought I might have met the girl of my dreams.  However, the feeling I had with Lauren was unlike anything before.  This may sound stupid; but I knew I was falling in love.  Although I only knew her for a day, our level of intimacy and understanding of each other far exceeded relationships that were months old  

I kissed her gently and whispered, "Thank You."

Lauren stayed in my arms for a few moments and then kissed me back.  She whispered, "You're welcome."  A tear rolled down her cheek.  I wiped it away.  We smiled and gave that little chuckle which needed no explanation.  I could tell Lauren felt the same.

******

It was only 4pm when we finished.  Lauren and I decided to walk part of the way back to their place.  She said we were close to SoHo with its interesting shops, cafés, and bistros.  We had shopping bags, but nothing that prevented us from holding hands as we walked.

Lauren was right; there were many cool shops to browse around.  We stopped in a small jewelry shop, owned and operated by the designer.  Her work was very stylish.  Lauren fell in love with a sterling silver necklace with black onyx inlays.  There was pair of stunning amethyst and gold chandelier earrings I thought Jamie would love.

When I showed them to Lauren, her comment was, "Oh my.  If you buy those for Jamie, she'll burst out into tears."  That settled things for me.  However, Lauren was the one with tears in her eyes when I purchased the necklace as well.

"Seriously Kevin.  You don't need to buy me a necklace.  I see things every day that I love.  It's part of my job."

I handed the package back to the jeweler.  "Maybe Lauren is right."  There were two stunned ladies staring at me.  With a devilish smirk,  I said I was kidding.  The jeweler laughed and Lauren gave me a little punch on the arm calling me a 'meany.'

I asked Lauren if I could give the necklace to her at the same time I gave Jamie her earrings.  Lauren said 'of course.'  As we continued walking, Lauren took my hand and said, "You are a very thoughtful and considerate person.  Jamie was right when she told me 'I'd love you.'"

The statement didn't go without notice.

When I saw a wine and cheese café, we had to stop.  I love those places.  We nestled into a small cozy table on the patio.

We enjoyed a superb glass of merlot along with warm brie over toasted, white peppered, slivered almonds.  The baguette was baked that day and so delicious.  I could resist licking Laurens fingers when she feed me a coated piece of bread.  Lauren picked up on my sexual innuendo.

Our conversations were numerous.  One of them was about their careers.  The design house where they worked was 'okay,' but limiting.

Lauren explained that somewhere along the line you need a break to make it in the business.  She and Jamie were good, in fact very good.  The owner knew it and kept demanding more and more from them.  What this does is drain you of your creative juices, thus hurting your drive to start your own line.  Even if you did develop a line, shopping for a backer would land you on the street if your house got wind of it.

Still, she and Jamie worked clandestinely in their back studio trying to develop a line good enough to launch them.

We eventually talked about past loves, and Lauren spoke of broken hearts and bones.  The single guys who thought they were hot, often freaked out when they learned they were t-girls.  Even if physical intimacy hadn't occurred, they often wound up with a black eye or a swollen mouth. 

Then there were the married guys.  Lauren explained these were nowhere relationships heading south on the fast lane.  In reality, they just turned out to be curiosity seekers. 

Lauren wasn't gazing into my eyes when she told me this.  She was staring into her wine as if viewing her past in its darkness.  I could feel and sense her hurt.  Reaching over, I placed my hand on hers, which brought her eyes to mine.  

"I'm not that type of guy." 

She looked up, gave me a smile which displayed her hurt, and softly mumbled, "I hope not." 

My hand was still on hers, but there was an awkward silence.

"Lauren, I sense frustration.  I can't being to understand what you and Jamie have been through.  Nor can I correct any of the wrongs others have done to you."

Lauren placed her other hand on mine.  Her head however, was turned away from me.  Memories were coming back; memories that hurt.  Still, she held my hands as she remembered. 

"What I can do, is speak to you from my heart.  Growing up with Jamie taught me a lot.  I watched our dad treat her as a 'persona non grata.'  I never said this before, but he was an asshole.  Mom tried, but she didn't have a clue.  But, she at least tried."

"There were many kids at school I did battle against to protect my sister.  No one could see past her feminine ways to learn what a wonderful person she really was.  Believe it or not, that hurt me."

Lauren turned her head back to me, giving me a little glance then dropping her gaze to her hands.

"Once we got to the point in life where we were making our own decisions, Jamie's direction was clear.  Mine wasn't.  I struggled.  At first, I thought I might be a closet homosexual, because I was turned on by Jamie's drawings and panties.  Turns out, sex with men is just sex with men.  I was drawn to the feminine."

My thoughts were pouring out.  The truth is always easy to recall.  I kept going.

"Over the years, I dated a number of women.  I even considered getting married.  However, something was always missing.  Deep down I probably knew what it was all along; but it took my knocking on your door, and walking into your arms for me to realize it."

In the past, whenever talks focused on relationships, I became guarded because I was harboring a secret.  Now, that secret was gone.  My guard was down.  I was free to open up.  I took both her hands in mine.  Looking into her eyes I continued.

"Lauren, I'm thirty years old and I've been around the block.  What I am about to say, I never said to anyone before...... I Love You..... and If you give me the chance to prove myself, you'll see just how true my love for you is."

Tears welled in her eyes.  Lauren's whole body began to tremble.  Tears flooded down her cheeks.  I moved my chair beside her and grabbed a napkin to wipe them away.  Lauren cried for a while, releasing the demons of the past.

Finally, Lauren mustered enough control to speak.  Tears were still flowing as she sobbed, "Kevin Drexel, don't you ever hurt me because I Love You too.  I knew it the moment I laid my eyes on you."  Lauren flung her arms around me and I embraced her.  I started crying too.

We kissed.  It wasn't passion.  It wasn't lust.  I was the tenderness only found in love.

Eventually we started laughing and collecting ourselves.  I waved down our server for the bill.  Paying it, along with a tip, we left arm in arm with our packages in tow.




My Brother's Panties Ch. 02



Luck was on our side.  A cab was dropping someone off at the corner and we hopped in.  Lauren snuggled in for the ride back to her place.

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Jamie was in the kitchen preparing for the party when we came in.  She hollered out, "Hey, I was starting to wonder about you two.  How did it go?"  As she entered the living room, Jamie immediately noticed my clothes, giving an "Oh yeah....you look fantastic."

She had me turn a few times for a better look.  Doing my best model impersonation, I struck a  pose on each turn.  Both girls gave me an acknowledging smile, but they were definitely in designer mode.  Jamie was very pleased.

"It you weren't so madly in Love with Lauren," Jamie announced, "I'd be jumping your bones right now."

Jamie tried to retreat to the kitchen, but I stopped her with a "hey, hey, hey....not so fast young lady."  I was fighting back a grin.  Lauren was blushing and Jamie spun with her hands on her hips giving both of us that "Don't even try" look.

"What makes...." the rest didn't make it out.

"The minute I came in last night I knew.  The chemistry between you is sooooo obvious.  And then, this morning, I heard everything, and I watched everything.  The way you touch.  The way you  kiss.  If that ain't Love then call me CRAZY."  Jamie's hands were moving around her head in a coo-coo motion.

"Now Kevin, be a dear and put all the packages in the spare room closet for now.  And Lauren dearest, I NEED YOU to help me open the champagne."  Jamie was back peddling towards the kitchen, beckoning Lauren with her little finger as she went.  It was one of those 'we gotta talk' moves.  

The suitcases were already on the closet shelf of the spare bedroom.  The sketchbook and dildo were not in sight.  I hung a few things up that needed hanging, the rest I left in the bags on the floor, including our purchases from Madame Chloe's.  I did take the jewelry out so I could give it to the girls right away.

Entering the kitchen, Jamie and Lauren were in a 'I'm so happy for you' hug.  When they saw me, Jamie pulled me in.  "Kevin, I am so happy.  I knew for years that Lauren was the girl for you.  It was just a matter of time until you met.  Some people may call it crazy, but I do believe in love at first sight, and this is it."  Jamie kissed me sweetly and then we all embraced.

Our hands began to caress one another.  In a few short moments, we went from tenderness to burning passion.  It was incredible because it swept over all of us like a brush fire.  

I was ready to take the girls to bed right then and there.  Jamie guided Lauren's mouth to mine and told us to 'tongue fuck each other.'  Lauren narrowed hers into a tube and pushed into mouth.  Wrapping my lips around it, I sucked it in as if it was her cock.  It was wet, smooth, and very erotic.

Jamie's hands were working the belt to my pants, as well Lauren's.  My pants dropped to the floor, exposing my cock encased in the lavender boy shorts.  It was pressed against my lower abdomen in perfect position for Jamie's purring lips.  Wrapping them across the meat of my shaft, she used her teeth to give it a little bite.

I was so hot, she could have chewed it off.  However, Jamie had other ideas, and turned her focus to Lauren's belt.  Her skin tight jeans needed to be pulled down.

She was wearing a matching pair.  My hand went to her cock.  Feeling it grow drove me wild.  My mouth went from sucking Lauren's tongue to engulfing her mouth; shoving my tongues into it, sucking her lips.  I was out of my mind with desire.

Jamie pushed me to my knees in front of Lauren.  She quickly pulled Lauren's panties down.  Her cock was thick and fat.  It slapped against my face as it sprung free from its lavender cocoon.  Before I could take hold of it, Jamie pulled my arms behind my back. 

Lauren took hold of her cock and started rubbing it over my lips and cheeks.  My mouth was open and searching for the tip of her luscious tube, but she wasn't giving it to me.  It was time for me to beg for it.

"Is this what you want?" her voice was lustfully commanding.

My response had crazy woven through it.  "Yes, I want it, I want your cock.  I need your cock."  Lauren's meat was swatting my face, eluding my wanton mouth.  Jamie was behind me telling what she was going to do to me.

"I'm going to release your arms, but you aren't allowed to touch Lauren's cock.  Do you understand?"  My brain was on overload as the thing I most desired was slapping my face and I wasn't allowed to touch it.  Somehow, I nodded my head yes while my mouth was trying to capture its prey.

Lauren was also talking, asking me how much I wanted her.  My answers did nothing to deliver her dick into my waiting mouth.  A few splashes of Lauren's pre-cum landed on my lips, and I licked it off, savoring her small gift.

Jamie let go of my arms and stepped to the side.  She proclaimed it was time to fuck my little asshole.  Stepping out of her heels, she peeled off her pants, kicking them aside.  Her cock was already popping out of the side of her black, lacey G-string.  

"I want you to get up and remove your clothes."  Jamie was going to get what Jamie wanted.
"Place them neatly on the chair and then get on all fours facing us."

Without saying a word, I did as I was told.  When I was in position, Lauren told to 'sit up.'  I raised up and sat back on my calfs.  Both Jamie and Lauren were undressing before me.

"We are so horny right now.  And do you know who is to blame for this?"  Lauren took hold of Jamie's cock and shook it at me as she spoke.  "You, Kevin!  You with your hot body, your beautiful eyes, that succulent cock, and that sweet little ass of yours.  And you know what?  We're going to make sure you take full responsibility for getting us so horny."

I liked where this was going. 

They finished undressing.  The contrast between their naked bodies had my cock standing straight out from my loins.  Jamie's white skin, with her smaller breasts was mesmerizing.  Her thick nipples jutted seductively from her tight areolas, and her creamy white cock, with its pink head, danced before me.  I wanted her.

Lauren's olive skin body was just as electrifying.  Her breasts swayed naturally, as she moved.  Her cock was bouncing while she finished removing the last of her clothes.  The head of it was shinny with traces of pre-cum.

Jamie lifted a foot off the floor and said, "Kiss."  I did as I was told.  Lauren followed suit.  Both girls squatted down in front of me.  We were all eye level.  Their cocks were hard, their breasts alluring, their faces angelic, but their words were devilish.  Jamie gave the instructions.

"You can look but don't touch.  You will know when your services are needed."

The girls went to their knees, slipping into a deep, tongue filled, sapphic kiss.  Their hands caressed each other's breasts, pulling, tugging, and twisting their nipples.  Moans filled the kitchen as they played with each other.

Jamie moved her mouth to Lauren's breast and began to suck on her nipples.  Lauren arched her back, taking Jamie's head in her hands, urging her mouth for more.  When Jamie bit down on her nipple Lauren screamed out.

"Yessssssssss.....Oh yesssssssssssssss.  Bite me, bite my nipples."

Jamie's mouth had Lauren so turned on, she pushed Jamie to the floor and attacked her buds.  She was wildly sucking and chewing on Jamie's nipples.  Jamie was writhing beneath her, stroking her own cock as Lauren molested her.

Lauren pulled away from Jamie and told her to get her ass in the air.  Looking at me, Lauren snapped her fingers and pointed to Jamie's ass.  I was being called into service.

"Lick her asshole.  Get it good and wet for me.  I want your tongue so far inside her, my cock glides smoothly into her hole."  Lauren was stroking her cock in preparation.

I wasted no time in burying my face between my sister's tight ass cheeks.  Her bud was so sweet on my tongue.  Jamie's moans told me I was doing this right.  Her brown hole was opening and closing as I lubed it for Lauren's cock.  I was soaking it.

After a few minutes, Lauren pulled my head away saying, "You're enjoying that way too much.  Besides, that hole is being prepared for me.  Get me wet."

Lauren shoved her cock deep into my mouth.  Finally.

It went right to the back of my throat, coating itself with my moistures.  She pulled it out and positioned herself between Jamie legs.  Lauren told me to watch.  My face was inches from Jamie's ass bud as the tip of Lauren's cock touched it.

Jamie opened her hole and Lauren smoothly slipped in.  Both girls cried out with deep pleasure as Lauren pushed her shaft the whole way in with a single stroke.  They rested for just a moment before Lauren began fucking Jamie.  The look of her cock sliding in and out of my sister's ass hole was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed.

"Use your mouth and tongue to lube my cock.  Keep her hole wet."  Lauren gently pushed my head towards her pumping shaft.  My mouth opened and I encased Lauren's cock at the entrance to Jamie's ass.  My tongue bathed their union.

Jamie was moaning loudly.  She reached around in search of my hand.  When she found it, she pulled it to her cock.  My own cock was starting to drip.  The thought of jacking my sister off while I was licking her asshole, as well as the cock that was fucking it, was surreal.  I probably would have cum on the spot if it wasn't for Lauren changing things up.

When Lauren removed her cock from Jamie's ass, there was a slight 'pop'.  Jamie's gapped hole eased shut.  Lauren and Jamie switched positions, but Lauren went onto her back pulling my head onto her erect pole.  This forced me back onto my knees with my ass in the air.

A cool liquid was poured onto my asshole and Jamie's fingers pushed it around and into my bud.  Relaxing my sphincter, her fingers entered easily.  They were replaced with the warm tip of Jamie's hardness.  She pushed the head into my ass.  It felt wonderful.  My moans vibrated around Lauren's cock.

Jamie began fucking me in earnest.  I was sucking Lauren like a mad man.  My ass met every thrust of Jamie's cock, telling her to fuck me harder and deeper.  Lauren was slapping her tits and twisting her nipples screaming incoherent jibberish at the top of her lungs.  Our pace was frantic and the girls were ready to burst.

Just as they were ready to cum, Lauren pushed me aside and jumped up.  Jamie swiftly pulled her cock out of my ass and got to her feet.  They told me to stand up and start jerking off.  Frantically, they grabbed a champagne flute.  The three of us stood in a circle jerking off.

The lewd look in their eyes was too much for me.

Jet after jet of my warm thick cum shot into the champagne flute.  My groans triggered their orgasms.  Both girls screamed when they shot.  Their cum splashed against the inside of the crystal flute.  The chain reaction kept us cumming, and when our moans finally died to whimpers the flutes were nearly full with cum.

Jamie took the flute, and with an air of lust, tilted her head back and poured some cum into her open mouth.

Lauren and I did the same, draining the last of it.  Instinctively we slid into a three way embrace and snowballed our cum between us.  It was messy as cum dripped over lips and faces.  No one cared, we just licked it up.  Eventually we consumed it all.

After our final kiss, Lauren said, "See what you've done, Kevin.  You are SUCH a naughty boy."
We all chuckled.

Jamie popped a bottle champagne.  She filled the cum lined flute and two others.  We toasted with the traditional "Cheers" and downed the delicious bubbly.  The champagne did a nice job of clearing our remnants from Jamie's flute

Looking up at the clock, Jamie said we needed to get a move on as it was nearly 7pm.

"The party starts at 9 and I asked James to come over @ 7:30 to give us a hand."  Lauren and I looked at each other and then at Jamie.  This time it was her wearing the 'What?' look.  She tried to let it slide but we all knew.


She continued while refilling our flutes, "We can all shower in the master bedroom, it will be faster.  Kevin since you will be ready sooner, entertain James when her gets here because it will take us longer to get ready.  Also, the caterers will be here at 8.  They know what to do, all you have to do is answer the door."

Going over to my pants, I took out the two jewelry boxes.  I gave each girl hers.  "Just in case, you are looking for something different to wear tonight."  Lauren waited for Jamie to open hers first.

Jamie's jaw dropped with an "Oh My God, Kevin.  They are beautiful!"  She took them out and held them to her ears.  "I know exactly what I am going to wear with them."  Putiing them back in the box, she flung her arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss.  Jamie smiled , saying "You're the best!"

Lauren opened her box and showed it to Jamie.  Jamie turned to me and gave me a telling look.  I was smiling ear to ear.  Lauren took me into her arms, and looking into my eyes, said "I Love You," She placed her mouth tenderly and deeply onto mine.

Jamie coughed an interruption and proclaimed, "Isn't that how this whole thing just started?  Let's get a move on kids or we'll all be late."

**********


To be continued....... 2 Notes

1) It will be a while until Part III is published.  Going out of town for the holidays, so I won't get to it until early December.  Before the15th for sure (I hope_

2) As I wrote this, I mentally fell in Love with Lauren as I wrote this!! 



My Brother's Panties



To the outside world, I was a man's man. Alone at night, I slipped into my other realm. This was a special place for me; a place where my secret was safe. 

*********

Life took a quick left turn for my family. Mom called and told me that Dad had a stroke. She was crying uncontrollably and asked me to come home to help her for a few days. 

Taking care of everything with my professors, I left for home. Mom looked like hell. Dad was still in intensive care and things weren't looking good. He died the night I got there.

Jamie didn't come home for the funeral. He told Mom he couldn't get away. In reality, it didn't matter.

I returned to school and would come home every other weekend. Mom was in a bad way. Dad was everything to her, and without him, she let her life slip away. Less than a year later, she died of a heart attack. I think it was a broken heart.

Again, Jamie didn't come home. However, he did sign all the papers making me the executor of the will, and trusted me with the finances. I had an estate sale and everything was sold.

The only exception was the rest of Jamie's panties. Those I kept for myself. There were enough of them to keep in stock for quite a while. I did wonder however, why he didn't take all of them with him, but I was glad he didn't. I loved them

Mom and Dad weren't rich but there was enough to pay for our college expenses with a nice, but small sum left over.

With no place to call home, I rented an apartment near campus. I threw myself full time into studying, fucking chicks, and solo sessions. I graduated near the top of my class and got a full ride into graduate school.

Before I knew it, six years had passed. I was twenty-four and working for a large investment firm in downtown Chicago. It was a job that demanded all of my time. I'd wake up; go for my run, do some sit-ups and push-ups; go to work; go out afterwards; talk about work over drinks; try to pick up chicks; and repeat the process the next day.

I had my share of success with the women. A couple of times I even considered settling down. However, my solo sessions brought me back to reality. Somehow I knew my wearing panties, sucking cock, fucking myself and eating my own cum wouldn't align with the typical Mid-Western girl. There was no way I was going to tell anyone about this either.

Work went well. Promotions came quickly and by the time I was thirty, I was offered an office manager's position in New York. I jumped at the chance.

Although Jamie and I stayed in email contact and we had a general idea of what was going in each other's lives, timing just didn't work out for us to get together. Jamie never came to Chicago and the two times I had trips planned to NYC, Jamie was in Europe. This time was different, I wasn't going to visit, I was going to live there.

Jamie was thrilled to learn the news when I called. She didn't need to say anything about her change. I could hear it in her voice. We talked for hours over the weeks leading up to my move. There was still a spark and chemistry between us and I wondered what she looked like.

Jamie was a junior fashion designer for an elite brand. She and her roommate, Lauren, had a nice loft flat on the west side near the garment district. Jamie couldn't wait to see me again, "It's been too long." She also insisted I stay with them, but I told her I didn't want to impose. When Jamie put Lauren on the phone to convince me, I relented.

It was three weeks since we reconnected and our excitement to see each other was growing. My last day in Chicago was a Wednesday. Having sold everything, I only had a few suitcases to pack as I was starting anew. The relocation package they gave me was outstanding. They also gave me two weeks of vacation to discover New York and an additional thirty days of all expenses paid including temporary housing. I used Thursday to pack and flew to New York that Friday. The last things I packed were Jamie's sketchbook, her dildo, and all but one pair of her panties. Although they were fairly worn out, they still had some magic. The last pair was for my trip to New York.

I arrived early Friday evening so I could enjoy the weekend with Jamie and her roommate. New York was a bit of a shock for me. Even though I was used to city life, there's no place like the Big Apple. The cab dropped me off at Jamie's flat and I was greeted by Lauren. As it turns out, Jamie was held up at work and would be there as soon as possible.

Lauren Davenport was stunning. Five-feet eight inches of willowy woman. Long wavy auburn hair bounced on her shoulders. Thin dark eye-linear sensually accented her hazel eyes. Her make-up was subtle sophistication, using soft earth tones to highlight her high cheekbones. Lauren's lips were light pink, almost a white pink. They looked so kissable against her lightly tanned skin.

Tossing her hair to the side, she extended her hand to me in greeting. Lauren's smile was mesmerizing. Her touch was soft and feminine; just the way I remembered Jamie's.

Lauren was wearing a pink cashmere, cowl neck sweater with three quarter length sleeves. It clung to her seductive C-cup breasts. The sweater was tucked seamlessly into the smooth, black, beltless slacks hugging her legs. On her feet were a pair of black opened toe spiked heels, held on by a thin ankle strap. 

We both chuckled at the handshake. Lauren broke the ice by saying, "Give me a hug. Jamie's brother deserves more than a handshake." When she threw her arms around me, I thought I was in heaven. Lauren melted into my embrace. Her scent was fresh with just a hint of perfume. I was starting to feel a bit aroused.

We broke the hug in time. Lauren guided me in, giving me a quick tour of their flat as I followed her to their guest bedroom. The place was beautiful. The furniture, the decorations, the colors, the details; everything flowed and was tastefully done. Even their home office area had that NYC elegance.

My room was well appointed and the bed looked to be new. This was already better than renting a temporary place. I put my luggage on the stand and followed Lauren out of the room.

On the way out, I noticed the mirror over the dresser. Written in red lipstick was the message, "Welcome, Kevin!" There was a big heart with a few Xs and Os around it and two sets of lip prints with Lauren and Jamie written underneath. 

I told Lauren I appreciated the welcome and she smiled, telling me how excited they were to have me in New York. 

We went into the kitchen and Lauren offered me a glass of wine, which I gratefully accepted. She poured two Chardonnays and we made our way back to their living room. We just started the 'how was the flight' conversation when the door flew open and Jamie burst in.

"Kevin!!!!" she was screaming. "I can't believe it! All these years!" Jamie ran across the room and flung herself onto me as I stood to greet her. Her arms were around my neck and her legs wrapped around me. Jamie with giving me kiss after kiss on my lips, cheeks, and neck.

I was just as happy to see her. We were spinning around in the middle of the room. I was kissing her too. I couldn't believe how much I missed her.

Finally we settled down and backed off a step. Still holding hands we surveyed one another. I couldn't believe my eyes. Jamie was drop dead gorgeous. Before I could say anything, Jamie said, "Oh my god, Kevin. What a hunk youuuu turned into. You are soooo handsome."

I'm sure I blushed.

I never gave much thought to it, but I guess being six feet, with brown hair, blue eyes and a warm smile is considered attractive. Working out and staying fit kept my body toned. I wasn't ripped, but there was definition. So to hear Jamie say it with emphasis caught me a bit by surprise.

It was my turn. "Jamie," I began, "You are beautiful. You have blossomed into the woman I always knew you would be. I am so glad to be here.....finally."

Jamie was every bit as beautiful as Lauren. She no longer had her ponytail blonde hair, but rather a shorter, layered, pageboy cut. Her make-up was rose colored to complement her soft white skin. Jamie's eyeshades were a bit bolder, very exotic blues to match her eyes. Her lips—deep red, some of which was already on my lips.

Her full B+ breasts were all natural. This was obvious because Jamie wasn't wearing a bra. It was easy to see the way they moved under her clingy, sleeveless white satin turtleneck. The satin stroking over her nipples had them thick and arousing.

A multicolored scarf was draped elegantly around her neck and a tight, blue leather skirt snugged her hips and thighs. Her legs were to die for and the pattern of her high heels matched her scarf. Jamie looked very much like a New York City designer.

By this time, Lauren had returned with a glass of wine for Jamie. Lauren said we all had to make a toast. The three of us held up our glasses. Jamie went first. "May we never again part!" Our three glasses touched and we sipped.

Lauren went next, "May our friendships grow." Again, our glasses clinked. Exchanging glances and nods we took another sip.

Lifting my glass, I said, "It has been a very long time since I've been this happy. I offer my toast to the two beautiful women who are making me feel so welcome." I let my eyes linger a few moments with each woman, making individual clinks with both. There was excitement building in the room.

We talked and laughed for the next couple of hours. The wine flowed easy. Jamie and I had so much to catch up on, and Lauren and I were learning so much about one another.

Both Jamie and Lauren were designers for the same company. They met as freshmen at Pratt while going through their transition. I didn't bother asking about the past. I knew Jamie's and realized it was only today and tomorrow which mattered now. The past was simply that.

They were very interested in my job and asked a number of questions about money and investments. Although I downplayed things, it didn't take them long to realize my new position was high on the corporate ladder. When they heard I had two weeks off to settle in along with an additional month stipend covering all expenses, they just looked at each other with open mouths.

"Does this mean dinner is on you?" Jamie asked.

"Not only dinner, but if I do this right, we can have quite a good time for the next thirty days."

The girls exploded with cheers. Lauren exclaimed, "So what are we waiting for? Let's get going."

Jamie jumped up, clasped her hands together and said, "I know exactly where we're going. But first," she said pointing her finger at me, "WE need to see what sort of clothes YOU have!"

My heart skipped a beat as Lauren and Jamie scurried into the guest room. I knew they were going to open my suitcases. My only hope would be for them to find what they wanted in the one without my collection of Jamie's things.

When the girls came out of my room rather quickly with an outfit they selected from the 'safe' suitcase, I gave a silent sigh of relief. Even though my hidden items were originally Jamie's, I just didn't want her to find them like this...especially on the first day together after years apart.

"Nice threads," was Lauren's comment, "You certainly have your sister's taste in clothing."

Her statement caught my attention, but I passed it off as paranoid over-analysis. The girls pushed me into the spare bathroom to shower and freshen up. They said they'd be ready to go in about a half-hour. 

Everything in their flat was so well appointed. Even the bathroom had a tasteful, feminine touch. I used the body wash and shampoo they had placed in the shower. The scent was so soft and feminine. I shaved a couple of times; going over the tough whiskered areas to make sure they were smooth. I was enjoying the softer side of things. 

I stepped back into Jamie's panties and finished getting dressed, trying to capture a soft but masculine look. I wanted to look my best for Laruen and Jamie. I fixed my collar, opened two buttons versus my traditional one, folded the cuffs of my shirt one turn, and gave myself the once over. 

Exiting the bathroom, I went to my room and tossed my travel clothes on the bed. The girls were already in the kitchen looking radiant. Jamie was finishing up a call on her cell, and Lauren was splitting what was left of the wine between our glasses.

"We are ALL set. I got us into Carmen's. It is this fabulous little restaurant whose specialty is lamb. If my memory is correct; lamb is one of your favorites. " 

How true. We finished our wine and headed out. The girls hooked their arms in mine saying it isn't everyday they get to go out with such a hunk. I chuckled telling them I have never gone out with two beautiful women before.

The restaurant was everything Jamie said it would be. The food was spectacular. Jamie had reserved a private table for three in a small alcove, isolated and out of sight from the rest of the clientele. We took our time, enjoying every aspect of the meal and each other's company. Even after I paid the bill, we sat around talking and finishing our drinks. The conversation eventually steered towards 'the girlfriends I left behind in Chicago.'

When I told them I didn't have any, they started questioning "how is that possible?" Hymn-hawing with my explanation; I said my job kept me busy; that I did have a few girlfriends in the past; and how the Mid-West girls were too conservative for my tastes.

I tried to turn the tables on the girls by asking them if they had boyfriends.

Lauren and Jamie broke out in a girl-to-girl secret laugh. Lauren spoke for the two of them saying, "T-Girls don't have boyfriends. We have each other." 

This surprised me, and I asked if that was the way they wanted it?

Jamie spoke up this time. "Heavens, no. We'd love to have a boyfriend, or a husband for that matter. But most guys don't go for girls like us."

"You're kidding." I replied, "You are two of the prettiest ladies I have ever seen. How couldn't a guy fall for you?" 

The girls looked at each other for a few seconds. Lauren leaned slightly into the middle of the table and asked, "You do realize we have cocks don't you?"

The heat of my blush was obvious.

Jamie followed up with, "Kevin, a moment ago you said the Mid-West girls were too conservative for your tastes. Tell me; have you ever been with a T-Girl?"

I really couldn't look the girls in the eye. I just shook my head no.

"But the thought of it turns you on, doesn't it?" Jamie continued. Reaching into her purse, Jamie brought out a group of folded papers. As she unfolded them, I could see they were photocopies from her sketchbook. One page was the sketch of the T-Girl and the guy labeled as Kevin and Jamie. She also had copies of the journal entries saying how she wanted to suck my cock and how she thought I wanted her too. There was also the entry saying it was "the look in Kev's eyes."

Emotions ripped through me. Where did these come from? Did Jamie have them all these years? Everything was still in my suitcase; wasn't it? At the same time, the sketch of Jamie sucking Kevin made my cock jump, as it always has over the years. I looked up at both Lauren and Jamie. They both wore seductive smiles.

"When we went into your room to find your clothes, we opened the suitcase with the panties, dildo, and sketch book. At first, we just re-zipped it and went to the other suitcase. When you were in the shower, we looked again and I realized those things all belonged to me years ago."

While Jamie spoke, Lauren's hand went on top of mine and began to run her fingernail lightly over my skin.

Jamie clasped her hands together, placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on top of her hands. With an aloof but pleased look she asked, "So how long have you fantasied about me?"

My heart was pounding. Deep down, I was hoping somehow to be part of Jamie's world now that I was in New York. I just didn't expect all of this to happen the first night. I was caught off guard, causing the truth to just roll out.

"Ever since we were kids I knew there was something special about you. The summer before we left for college is when the things got sexual for me. Watching you walk around the house; your ass swaying; your cock pressing against your panties; and seeing your puffy nipples drove me nuts."

I took a sip of my drink. Jamie licked her lips. The look in her eyes had changed to desire. I continued.

"What you wrote in the sketchbook was correct. The looks we gave each other were telling. Your kiss at O'Hare blew me away. And it nearly left me with a hard-on right in the middle of the terminal."

Jamie's eyes fluttered and with a lusty whisper added, "Me too."

I told her about finding the sketchbook and then sneaking back for the dildo and panties. I told her about wearing her panties and my solo sessions. The feeling around the table was steamy.

Lauren interrupted my story when she asked, "Have you ever been with a guy?" Her nails were gliding back and forth over my middle finger. She was staring at my finger while she asked, lifting her eyes to mine after her question.

Taking a deep sigh, and another swig of my drink, I told them about Greg. I explained how the sex became mundane and even though I enjoyed his cock, I still had a strong need for the feminine. 

With that statement, Lauren said, "Something like this I assume." Lifting my hand to her mouth, she inserted my middle finger completely into it before closing her glossy lips around it. Licking it, Lauren proceeded to give it a most erotic sucking.

My cock was on swelling, wishing it could replace my finger. Lauren guided it in and out of her mouth, never once breaking her suction. Her head moved her lips around the shaft of my finger as it slid between them. Her eyes slowly opened and shut while fellating my finger. I wanted this woman.

Jamie moved her chair closer to me. She lifted my chin, and lowered her lips to mine. The first kiss was soft and sensuous. On Jamie's next kiss, her mouth began to open and close around mine, consuming it with lust. When I opened mine, Jamie slid her tongue in, causing a moan to escape from deep inside my soul. 

Lauren was now at my side. Her mouth was at my ear working magic with her tongue. Two hands were on the outside of my pants groping my stiff cock. When Jamie and I broke from our kiss, Lauren turned my head towards her, replacing Jamie's mouth with hers. Her tongue immediately pushed in and began to flick around the inside.

The warmth from Jamie's breath in my ear sent shivers through me. Her lusty words filled my mind. "Tonight, fantasies come true." With a final grope of my cock, Jamie stood and said, "It's time to go." Lauren and I followed.

I wasn't sure if anyone noticed my cock straining against my pants as we left; nor did I care. I couldn't wait to get to their flat. The cab ride was a blur. I was sandwiched between the two girls, and it was nothing but tongues, hands, tits, and cocks.

Our clothes made a trail from the entry door to Jamie's bedroom. We were naked by the time we got to her bed. Their girls' bodies were so hot; perfect asses, natural breasts and long hard cocks. 

Three mouths attacked one another. Arms pulled our bodies together, pressing our stiff, warm cocks against each other's torso. Hands groped asses and nipples flicked over nipples as our mouths moved from one to the other.

Lauren slipped from our embrace and moved behind me. Pressing her body into me, my first thought was she was going to fuck me on the spot. However, her warm husky words told me otherwise.

"It is time to become one with your sister. It is time to fulfill your dreams. Touch her breasts and caress them the way I am caressing yours."

Lauren hands were gliding over my chest. They felt wonderful and I followed her pattern on Jamie's. When Jamie began to moan, I knew Lauren was showing me exactly what Jamie needed.




My Brother's Panties



"Now pinch her nipple like this."

The sharpness of her nails sent a piercing sensation through me. I gasped, as did Jamie, when my nails found her buds. Jamie's eyes glassed over and she looked deeply into mine. Her hands were on my hips grinding them into hers; rolling her cock against mine.

Arching her back, Jamie presented her tits for more. "Pinch my nipples, twist them, ...hard." Something about the way she said 'hard' was intoxicating. Lauren's nails were digging into my flesh, twisting and pulling. The pleasure was incredible. I mirrored her twists and pulls on Jamie's. Moans poured from both of us with each tug.

Lauren spoke again, "Take them into your mouth. Suck and bite them. She loves it." 

Lauren guided my mouth to one of Jamie's breasts. When I surrounded her areola, Jamie's body shuddered. Her hands went to the back of my head and pulled it deeper into her softness.

My lips sucked on her fleshy bud. It grew with each flick of my tongue. Jamie's moans were such a turn on. Lauren's pressed her body into mine; wrapped her hand around my cock; and began stroking it. As she stroked, she rocked her hips into my ass. Pre-cum oozed from her cock causing it to smoothly glide over my perineum. It felt so good. I wanted it up my ass .

Jamie moved my head to her other breast. Taking her fresh bud into my mouth, I started to pinch and pull on the thicker, wet nipple I just finished worshiping. My teeth bit slightly into her flesh. Jamie's knee gave a bit. This rocked her. "OH MY GOD, Oh My God, yesssssss." Jamie grabbed two handfuls of hair, pulling my face harder into her breast. She wanted this.

Lauren continued her erotic instructions into my ear.

"Jamie is so hot for you. Feel how hard you've made her."

Lauren took my hand and placed it on Jamie's hardness. It felt so warm and erotic. Jamie's moans were pure lust and desire. I was out of my mind with passion. After all these years, that thick shaft I saw pressing against her panties long ago was finally in my hand. Jamie was right; fantasies were coming true and things had just started.

"It's time, Kevin. It's time to suck your sister's cock. The cock you've wanted all these years. The cock you've dreamt about. The cock you desire. It's right there in your hands. Now it's time to take it into your mouth."

My lips never lost contact with Jamie's body. I slid to my knees, leaving kisses and nibbles down her torso. Lauren slid to a crouching position behind me, placing one hand on the back of my head and her other on mine, which was still wrapped around Jamie's hardness. Lauren was going to guide Jamie's cock into my mouth. 

With Jamie's cock inches away, I opened my mouth just a bit. Lauren pushed my head forward, placing the tip of Jamie's cock against my wet lips. Instinctively my tongue swirled around it, bathing its head. When Jamie moaned, I went over the edge. My eyes closed and I slipped into sexual surreality. My entire being began a deliberate worship of my sister's cock.

As the head pushed passed my lips, my tongue welcomed every inch of her smooth, hard shaft. Jamie was unhurried; unlike most guys when they are getting a blowjob. This was no blowjob. I was making love to a woman who happened to have a cock; a cock that also happened to belong to my sister.

I lost complete awareness of everything but Jamie's cock. It wasn't until my nose and lips meet her hairless mound did I realize the tip of her dick was pushing against my throat. Relaxing it, the head slipped into the tight channel. My hands went to her ass, pulling her deeper into my mouth and throat.

Jamie's withdrawal from my mouth was as erotic as its entrance. When her cock popped free, I took hold of it and rubbed the warm, wet head and shaft over my entire mouth and face. Looking up at Jamie, our eyes spoke of lust and desire.

Jamie's look ignited me. It was the same look from years ago. The look of want. This time however, 'want' was reality. I shoved Jamie's cock back in my mouth. I wanted her too. I became the aggressor.

My sucking was deep. Bobbing my head up and down on her cock, I turned it to and fro around her shaft as it slid into my throat. My tongue worked it. I wanted this more than I ever wanted sex before in my life....male or female. On the outstrokes, I increased the suction on Jamie's cock; trying to coax the cream from her shaft. Any exposed portion I worked with my hand; massaging my saliva into it.

The intensity and rhythm of our acts amplified. Our moans filled the room. I wanted her seed. The head of Jamie's cock never left my mouth.

Lauren, still crouching behind me, brought her mouth back to my ear; her breasts pressing into my back. "Suck your sister's cock," Lauren continued. "Suck her long, thick shaft. Take it all the way into your mouth. Milk her balls." 

My sucking and stroking were driving Jamie crazy as I envisioned everything Lauren was saying. One of Lauren's hands began to caress my ass, her finger dancing across my hole.

"Soon her cum will be filling your mouth....warm, thick, creamy cum spurting from her cock...so smooth, so delicious....

The tip of Lauren's finger was now wiggling its way into my ass. I pushed out to expand the opening and then re-clamped my sphincter trapping it. 

Lauren let out a slight coo as she worked her finger. Her tongue gave my ear a quick snake before she slowly whispered, "Someone's a dirty boy. I can't wait to bury my cock deep in your hole, but right now you have your sister's cum to savor." 

Removing her finger from my ass, Lauren moved behind Jamie, while saying, "Work her cock, while I lick and suck her asshole. I want this woman to cum like she has never cum before."

With those words, Lauren's face disappeared into Jamie's ass. I couldn't see what she was doing, but whatever she was doing, it was working. Jamie's cock was jumping and twitching in my mouth. Her breath quickened and her moans intensified.

Her first spurt caught me by surprise, but not a drop escaped my mouth. I pulled Jamie's cock out so just its head was on my bottom lip. I opened my mouth to take all she had to offer while stroking and coaxing her shaft. She filled my mouth....quickly. 

Jamie was shaking, and nearly collapsed on top of me; her hands were on my shoulders steadying herself. Lauren left Jamie's ass and joined me in milking the last drops of cum from her cock. It was more than Jamie could handle and she took a step back, collapsing onto her bed.

Lauren wasted no time in covering my mouth with hers. Our tongues began to swirl together, shoving Jamie's warm cum back and forth between us. I lost track of how long we snowballed, but Jamie's voice broke the spell.

In a tone that told us she was still very aroused, Jamie said to join her on the bed because wanted part of the snowball too. Ours mouths were a mixture of Jamie's cum and our saliva. Jamie sat up on the foot of the bed and I moved next to her. She pulled me towards her and into a deep French kiss. It was heaven.

Our mouths were a twisting creamery. Lauren gently pushed us back onto to the bed, and crawled on top of us, positioning her mouth a few inches above ours. She started to drip the creams from her mouth onto our lips. With those first drops, Jamie and I broke our kiss, opening ours mouths to catch Lauren's mixture.

Her lips met ours, sharing all of Jamie's cum. Little by little we consumed it all. Jamie slithered down my body, taking my cock all the way into her mouth with one move. It was her turn to finally suck the cock she had desired all of these years.

She was crazed and worked my cock and balls in a way I never thought possible. I rolled onto my back, bending my knees and spreading my legs to give Jamie better access. She knew what I wanted and dropped her mouth to my asshole while still stroking my shaft.

The feel of her tongue dancing around my entry drove me wild. She soaked it thoroughly before replacing her mouth with two fingers. I relaxed and took them easily as she pushed them into me. Her mouth pounced back on my cock, sucking and pumping it while she finger fucked my asshole.

Lauren's mouth was working my nipples; licking, sucking, and biting them--alternating between them. Each bite kicked me up a level. When Jamie's fingers started massaging my prostrate, it sent me over the edge.

Cum exploded from my shaft. There was so much. Jamie's mouth couldn't hold it all. It was oozing down my rod and onto her hand that was coaxing it for more. I just kept shooting stream after stream, my body was close to convulsions. I came so much, I actually felt my balls empty. 

When I was done, Jamie wasted no time in repositioning her full mouth over mine. Lauren started licking the cum from Jamie's hand. Jamie streamed the globs of my creamy cum into my open mouth, bringing her lips to mine in the process. We sucked, lapped and shoved my wad back and forth. Our hands were all other each other, pulling ourselves into a tight web of frenzied lust. 

This time it was Lauren breaking our action saying, "Here's more."

Lauren was straddling our bodies, jerking off. She aimed her cock at our mouths. Before we could react the first jet of her hot spunk splashed across our lips. More and more followed, covering our faces with cream. Lauren's cum was on our cheeks, lips, chins, noses, and mouths. Empty, she fell on top of us again and the three way cum swap began again. I don't know if it was Jamie's or Lauren's cock resting on mine, but the feel of the remnants dripping onto me was so erotic.

Finally, things slowed. Laruen went to the bathroom for a towel and warm washcloth. Jamie and I were still in an embrace, looking into each other's eyes. I went to speak first, but Jamie's finger went to my lips as she said, "Shhhhhhh." With tears in her eyes, she smiled and added, "I know. I feel the same way. You are still, and have always been, my shining prince."

Lauren was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Jamie, and was watching us fondly as she cleaned us. She softly caressed the two of us. She too had tears in her eyes. Her words captured the moment, "I don't ever want the two of you apart again. And for the record, I'm part of this." We all smiled and warmly pulled Lauren to us, the three of gently kissing each other.

After a few minutes, Jamie said, "I can't wait until tomorrow so we can get you settled in. There is so much to do. Unpack, show you the town, new panties, and we have to prepare that tight butt of yours for our cocks."

Mine jumped a bit against Jamie's thigh. She simply bit her lower lip and gave me her look again. Her eyes never left mine as she made her way back to my cock. With a wicked smile and a sultry voice she whispered, "The night is still young." My cock slid into her mouth. Lauren brought hers to mine, echoing Jamie's words.

As I took Lauren's cock down my throat, I thought to myself, "This all started with my brother's panties." 

...to be continued.