Chapter I 

Beginnings, Abrubt and Unexpected 

 

It was Friday evening and there I was at home faced with the prospect of more Netflix on a couch eating reheated pizza. I hadn’t made many friends since I changed schools, we had bought a cheaper house outside of the city and most weekends were ruled by boredom. Dad was gone for the night, most nights, out drinking and sticking his dick into any bar trash that picks up after his “Hey I’m Robert, let me get you a drink.” Classic Robert lines that made mom move to the other side of the country and rediscover herself as lesbian.

My brother had went off to college a couple months ago, my sister is two years into her undergrad and I had the house to myself for what could be another twenty four hours or more one night turned into a bender. At first I had enjoyed the nights alone, sometimes his drinking coincided with his anger so I could do what I want without the screaming. It was nice but the last few weekends had all been benders for dear old daddy so I exhausted the internet of all things humorous, interesting, and filthy. 

After a couple episodes of whatever I was binging I started looking for something to eat but was coming up short with the fridge. The closest store was miles away but the small town had a pizza shop that delivered so I started checking my dads laundry for cash, found eight bucks and some change, definitely not enough. I walked to his room and started rooting around, a buck or two here and a buck or two there until my search brought me to the closet door. 

I opened it up only to a few suits and since it was the biggest closet in the house it had boxes of my brother’s and sister’s clothes they didn’t take to college. I grabbed my brothers box first and opened it up, judging from the smell he hadn’t washed them before hand. Another few dollars and I had enough, I put his clothes back and stood up to leave.

I reached for my sisters bags, it was pure impulse and curiosity driving me grab the handles. I pulled the bags out into my dads room and sorted out a couple outfits that were years old and seemed like they would fit. We had similar body types except it was normal for a girl to be five foot three so most of what I picked up to the mirror seemed to be a great fit.

I had to try them on, I can’t explain exactly when, how, why or even if I had made a conscious decision to undress myself. But I stood there naked in front of the mirror, staring at myself. Short, decently in shape, pale, short blond hair, and peach fuzz across my body that never seemed to darken. I definitely looked feminine even when it came to my small dick that I always told myself was a ‘grower not a shower’ but only came to five and a half inches hard.

I started with a pair of all over print panties, they were light blue and had little palm trees on them. I put my legs through, pulled them up my legs and over my tiny bulge. They weren’t uncomfortable but definitely tight, probably more so considering the extra appendage that gave a little bump to the palm trees on top. I grabbed a tank top I had laid out and slipped it over my hand. By choice it was six years old when she was younger than me and it fit perfectly.

My heartbeat was fast and my breath deepened as I looked at myself in the mirror, turning around and rubbing my finger on the seams of my sisters panties. I was hard and ran my fingers up the tropic island of a bulge with every moment and touch the feeling intensifying. 

I could feel it in my toes and fingers, my head was swimming and I heard myself moaning. I sat down on the edge of my dads bed, I pushed myself back and laid down. I didn’t pull it out, instead I slowly rubbed the top of the panties with all the moaning that normally went with jacking off. But my legs were shaking and twisting in every direction and every moan was louder and longer than the last. I was so hard I thought it was at least six inches, the head was poking out the top and I felt the panties stretched into a thong between my ass cheeks.

I felt every muscle tighten and I let out a long and loud moan as I came in my sisters panties. My hand fell and I laid there motionless and covered in my own cum. My breathing and heart rate slowed, my muscles relaxed and I let the aftershock waves wash over me.

If I had any thoughts at that time they can’t be remembered, I fell asleep moments after not even taking the time to curl up under the covers. At the very least I must’ve been fairly comfortable in the belief my dad would have another long weekend.