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id you think I would?"
"I don't know," I said. "I mean, it's not everyday you find your girlfriend's brother wearing her clothes."
"And playing with his cock," Dan added, smiling at me. "Don't forget that."
"No," I said, "I'm not likely to."
Sara called from her room. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Ok," Dan called back. "We're going for dinner, " he said to me, "but we'll be back later. So maybe you shouldn't go back to her room when we leave."
"No chance," I said. "I couldn't stand another shock like that."
Dan smiled again, and was about to say something, but Sara came out of her room.
"See you soon," she said.
"Ok, have fun," I said. I went back to my room and lay on the bed. How many times in recent weeks had I imagined someone standing watching me as I masturbated, my panties pulled down to my thighs? How many times in recent weeks had I described this fantasy in texts and even telephone conversations with anonymous guys as they told me how they wanted to put me on my knees and pull down my panties and fuck me? My body quivered in excitement and humiliation and I came as I pictured Dan kneeling to help me with the clasp, but this time his face moving closer and closer to my cock. I woke up at the sound of Dan and Sara coming home and lay awake listening to my sister's muffled moans. I imagined her on her knees cuffed to the bed as Dan's cock slid in and out of her pussy. I played with my cock again as I pictured myself taking her place.
I woke up the next morning as Sara left for her Saturday morning dance class. I got out of bed, showered, and walked out into the kitchen. Dan was sitting at the table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. "Want coffee?" he asked. "Yes," I said. I sat at the table and picked up a section of the newspaper. He poured me some coffee and handed it to me with an odd expression on his face.
"What?" I asked.
"I never saw your resemblance to Sara before. I guess the make-up made me see it."
"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised. "If I were anywhere near as pretty as her . . ." I saw where I was heading, and stopped.
"Then what?" he asked.
"I'd be more confident when I dress up," I said, quietly.
"What do you mean?"
I had said enough already. Dan noticed my reticence. "I didn't mean to pry," he said. "We can drop the subject."
"It's ok," I said. "It's just that I've never told anyone about this before. I meant that if I were more confident that I could get away with it then I might do more than hang out in the apartment when I'm dressed."
"So what else might you do?"
"Go out. You know, to a bar or something, to meet someone." So now I had confessed. Not just to dressing up as a girl and playing with my cock but to wanting to be with another guy.
Dan paused to take in what I had said. Then he said, "Sure you could get away with it. You looked so pretty last night. And you have a very feminine figure." I blushed, remembering again his eyes running over my body as I walked past him naked and hard. "And a great taste in underwear," he added. "I bought those panties for Sara."
"I'm sorry," I said.
"What for?" he asked, laughing. "They look just as good on you as they do on her." We were both silent for a couple of minutes, both pretending to read our sections of the newspaper. Then we looked up and caught each other's eyes and smiled.
"Would you do me a favor?" Dan asked.
"Tell me what it is," I said.
"Will you dress up again. For me?"
"You mean now?" I asked. "Here?"
"Yes. Sara won't be home for another couple of hours."
I sat there as though I were weighing how to answer, but in fact there was nothing to think about. "Yes," I said. "But it'll take a few minutes."
"I'll try to be patient," he said.
I got up from the table and walked to Sara's bedroom and closed the door behind me.