His sister

Merry looked on in horror as his sister entered her bedroom. She stopped, obviously stunned at the sight that greeted her. Her eyes dropped down to his feet and back up to his head again. She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow and her glossy lips parted.

“Well. There’s a sight you don’t see every day. You know, for someone who hates school as much as you do, I’m rather surprised to see you dressed for it, on a Saturday. Turn around.” Merry didn’t move. He couldn’t, he was frozen in place. “Go on. Turn around.” She raised her right hand and twirled her forefinger.

Merry felt his feet move and he wobbled as he shuffled round.

“Not been wearing shoes with heels long, have you? Not as long as the rest of my clothes, by the looks of things.” She continued to study him. “I have to say. I like this quieter, meeker version of you. If I had known, that all it took to keep you quiet, was to put a skirt on you, I would have done that years ago.”

“It’s not what it looks like...”

“Oh, I bet it’s exactly what it looks like. My sandals look like they hurt. I’m actually rather surprised that you could get your plates of meat into them.” She walked closer. Merry could smell her perfume.

Her hand reached out to touch the hem of her skirt that he was wearing. Merry felt the material start to rise and pushed her hand back down.

“What? We are all girls here, aren’t we? Nothing we haven’t seen before. Certainly my clothes. Are you worried that I will see my knickers that you are wearing? And you are, aren’t you? I can’t see you going to all the bother of my socks and sandals and not going the full hog. If it is just curiosity, then you will have your boxers on underneath...”

She started to lift the skirt again and Merry pushed against her again.

“Stop it!” She slapped his hand away and lifted the hem of his skirt to his waist. “Oh, what a non-surprise.” She remarked with dry humour as she looked down upon her panties. “So are you into boys then? I always did wonder, though you always seemed to find excuses to enter my room whenever I had friends round for a sleepover. Especially if it was hot and we were in just T-shirts and knickers. We always thought you were just looking for a panty flash to wank off to later. But you really were just jealous, weren’t you? You wanted to join in with a T-shirt and a nice pair of knickers. Be one of the girls...”

Merry felt his face start to go red.

“And join in with the conversation? About clothes and makeup. About boys. About kissing. Who in school were the better kissers. Listen to the stories of how some boy manoeuvred us into a quiet place to kiss and chance their luck? How their lips felt so good against ours. How they thought they had managed to manoeuvre us somewhere quiet, when really, we had allowed them to think that, and that they were really being manipulated by us. How their nervous, trembling hands would ‘accidentally’ fall against our legs. How they thought that they were being daring by slipping their hands under our skirts, but really, we were the daring ones by wearing the skirts in the first place. ‘Please, no! Not here. No higher! Someone might see... ’” She laughed. “So easy to manipulate. If we liked the boy, we controlled the access, controlled what they could touch ... Is that what you want Merry? To control a boy, to feel his lips against yours, to feel his hand on your leg? To feel his hand touch your knickers ... Mmm?” She looked down, laughed.

Merry didn’t need to look down to see what she was laughing at, he could feel his erection pushing tight against his sisters panties, bulging out the skirt.

“You may stay silent, but your body has already betrayed you ... You want to be touched, to be kissed, don’t you?”

Merry stayed quiet.

“I bet you want to suck a nice, thick, juicy cock. Don’t you?” Merry swallowed as his cock twitched. She let out another genuine burst of laughter. “You do don’t you! You want a nice large salami slipped into your mouth. Admit it.” Her hand touched his hardness through the panties. “Speak, oh quiet one...”

“I don’t know what I want.”

“You like wearing my clothes?” She waited, but no answer was forthcoming. “Tell me Merry.”