My little mystery

My crime syndicate was middle course mutt of a family. My mom brought two daughters and one son, Tammy, Lilly, and chemise, or"Tee"as we call him, into the marriage ceremony ; she had with my dad, and they had two, my brother and me. My full brother's epithet is Ken, and I'm Sam. My dad was an accountant and a part-time college professor at the local community college, and my mom stayed at domicile as a housewife. We were all dragged to church every Sunday and when we became of age we were allowed to choose whether or not we would go. Tammy was nine years erstwhile than me, and she as well as the others gave my parents such a severe time with the rearing appendage that by the clock time it got for me to choose, they weren't having it for me. As I said Tammy is nine years older than me, Lilly is two class younger, Tee is another year younger. Ken is only two geezerhood one-time than me, so there was variety of a divide between the sib, but"us-against-them"still rang avowedly within the sibling versus parental social unit battles—we would guarantee for each former and corroborate the stories. We had More than we needed and had a reasonably felicitous spirit in all in all, however, drugs and alcohol started becoming a part of the tike's lives and became the polar point of our day by day living, but that will come into play later…

When I was but a toddler, my Sister would like to dress me up in her step-in when her friends were over for a sleepover. I didn't disagree with this being that I was only a toddler, but it sparked in me an appreciation for the feminine material and fashions. I would creep into my mom's intimate and put on her slips and panties, and nylons. She didn't have anything sexy ; my mom was forty when she had me and my dad, forty-six—nothing extra. I would get into her nightgowns and parade around the house, and the girl in the family found it cute, so they would call me"Samantha ”.

When we would go out to the section stores I loved the feeling of the womanhood's underclothes, the satins and silks, lycra and spandex, it all felt so tremendous to me. I remember I would foray into my sister's step-in draftsman and sneak on her scanty, one clock time when I was in kindergarten, I wore some of her panties to school and didn't remember about it until half way through socio-economic class, but being only five my attention was diverted rather quickly and I carried on as any child would.

In my tardily elementary schooling, former middle school Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I would wear the panty I stole from my sisters, their friends, my friends'sis and masturbate… a lot ! I probably jerked off more than necessity ; I was a jolly horny little the Tempter.

One prison term when I was thirteen, Ken and I were up previous watching a porno flick that he had gotten his hired man on and he asked me if I'd ever had a blowjob before. I said I hadn't with a small trepidation, and we made a deal. If He sucked me off, then I'd suck him off—agreeing that we wouldn't even have to look and we would just watch the pornography going on. He got down on his genu and I sat down on the lounge facing the TV and readied my shaft, and he put it in his mouth briskly sucking it, as I reflect he probably wanted to just hurry up and get his end of the bargain complete so I would then be sucking his tool. I imagine his mouth started hurting or something because he asked for a change in post. As he pulled down is trouser and revealed a rather ample tool, I took a handgrip of it, and was about to put it in my sassing when I tensed up and got neural and couldn't. I told him so and he said it was ok, and we promised to never verbalize of this again.
The next night I invited my sound friend from across the street over and invited him to the same spate. He went domicile and showered and came back. As I sucked his shaft it tasted very buttery and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. When he got down to sucking my prick, he didn't seem very thrilled I asked him what it tasted like and he told me"bridge player ”. Like I said, I liked to masturbate a lot. That would be the end of my experimentation for a little while until later on in life.

As I got older my scanty wearing hoodoo subsided and wouldn't climb up again for a little more than a decade. All my siblings got wonderful grades except Ken and me. We weren't exactly the brightest of child, sort of day dreamy and dreamer, pot head teacher alcoholics is what we became. Every day it was smoke weed, and cigarettes, rebel and lawlessness, punk rock and roll and girl ; standard fourteen year old mentality. However, my thong fetish was discovered. The girl who sat in front of my during my eighth mark biology class would tip way forward and it was there that I discovered the thong. Seeing a Brobdingnagian grey suede leather sissy panache satin G-string whale rear ; it was glorious. After that I started noticing a lot of lady friend at my school day wore them and I loved seeing the giant dress suit, the seeable lash ancestry, I became absolutely obsessed with the thong and thong and ever other panty after that had become boring ; I was in heaven.

Throughout eye schooltime and high school I had lady friend, and I would somehow or another find my way into their dresses and lash, one girlfriend even complained because I looked better in a particular dress than she did. I can't help if I have, what I guess is called a swimmer's body ; very curvy. But my fetish ebbed and flowed and became lost and found again.

It wasn't until I became an grownup that it started up again. My babe was moving around to another apartment and she was throwing away a caboodle of her old flip-flop. fountainhead, I couldn't just let those go to waste so I volunteered to throw them away, and I swiped the whole lot. There were all form of colors and styles. It was a treasure trove of blues, garden pink, red, lace, cotton, strings and mesh.

That lasted for some clock time, but then I had a import of guiltiness and ignominy, not knowing what was going on within me and I proceeded to cut up all the flip-flop and through them discreetly away, neatly stashing the fetish away for about a class until it surfaced again and I bought my own yoke, pretending it was for my girl. Man was I nervous. But I went through with it. I still have it today and it's my favorite G-string I have. I would periodically slip my sisters'thongs and scanty, but I have my own cache now.

I've since become sober and have accepted the fact that I am a cross-dresser, I don't want to be one full time but I enjoy in my own time being as I am. I no longer sense guilt and shame about it, though I'm not ballsy enough to take the air out in public dressed as such without some occasion allowing it like Halloween or a pattern or something.

I have a lot of stories that I plan on authorship ; some truthful, some fantasy, some fictitious completely. I'd love to tell them if you'll let me. I know this hasn't been exactly a sex story, but what you read is one hundred percent rightful within this schoolbook, names have been changed but the events are all real. Let me know what you like and I will add my own as we go along. I'd love to pen for you, and with you. I'm hoping to express a fantasy I have side by side involving my cross-dressing, panty peeking, and my oldest sister Tammy.

Wish me luck ! Thanks !

-- Joni Alabaster