My slight secrets

My house was in-between stratum cur of a phratry. My mom brought two girl and one son, Tammy, Lilly, and Teddy, or"Tee"as we call him, into the marriage ; 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 anaesthetic community college, and my mom stayed at home as a housewife. We were all dragged to church every Sunday and when we became of age we were allowed to pick out whether or not we would go. Tammy was nine years older than me, and she as well as the others gave my parents such a intemperately time with the raising process that by the time it got for me to choose, they weren't having it for me. As I said tam is nine geezerhood quondam than me, Lilly is two eld younger, Tee is another year younger. Ken is only two twelvemonth older than me, so there was kind of a divide between the sib, but"us-against-them"still rang confessedly within the sibling versus paternal unit battles—we would guarantee for each other and corroborate the stories. We had more than we needed and had a reasonably felicitous life in all in all, however, drugs and alcohol started becoming a theatrical role of the tike's lives and became the pivotal tip of our day by day sustenance, but that will add up into play later…

When I was but a toddler, my babe would like to coif me up in her pantie when her acquaintance were over for a sleepover. I didn't disagree with this being that I was only a toddler, but it sparked in me an perceptiveness for the feminine fabrics and style. I would purloin into my mom's intimates and put on her trip and panties, and nylons. She didn't have anything sexy ; my mom was forty when she had me and my dad, forty-six—nothing special. I would get into her nightie and parade around the family, and the female child in the house found it cute, so they would call me"Samantha ”.

When we would go out to the department storage I loved the feeling of the women's underclothes, the satins and silk, lycra and spandex, it all felt so terrific to me. I remember I would bust my Sister's panty drawer and fink on her panties, one clock time when I was in kindergarten, I wore some of her step-in to schooling and didn't remember about it until half way through year, but being only five my attention was diverted rather quickly and I carried on as any youngster would.

In my late primary school, early eye shoal daylight, I would wear the panties I stole from my sisters, their friends, my friends'babe and masturbate… a lot ! I probably jerked off more than necessary ; I was a jolly horny piddling demon.

One time when I was thirteen, Ken and I were up later watching a porno movie that he had gotten his hands on and he asked me if I'd ever had a blowjob before. I said I hadn't with a little trepidation, and we made a stack. 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 over the erotica going on. He got down on his knee and I sat down on the lounge facing the TV and readied my hawkshaw, and he put it in his mouthpiece briskly sucking it, as I reflect he probably wanted to just zip up and get his end of the bargain complete so I would then be sucking his prick. I imagine his oral cavity started hurting or something because he asked for a modification in position. As he pulled down is drawers and revealed a rather sizable dick, I took a keep of it, and was about to put it in my mouth when I tensed up and got aflutter and couldn't. I told him so and he said it was ok, and we promised to never verbalise of this again.
The next night I invited my salutary supporter from across the street over and invited him to the same deal. He went dwelling house and lavish and came back. As I sucked his shaft it tasted very oily and I wasn't sure if I liked it or not. When he got down to sucking my dick, he didn't seem very thrilled I asked him what it tasted like and he told me"hired man ”. Like I said, I liked to masturbate a lot. That would be the end of my experiment for a little while until later on in life.

As I got sometime my panty wearing fetish subsided and wouldn't rise up again for a little Thomas More than a decade. All my sibling got marvelous grades except Ken and me. We weren't exactly the brightest of kidskin, sort of day dreamy and idealist, pot head alcoholics is what we became. Every day it was locoweed weed, and cigarettes, rebel and anarchy, goon rock and girls ; standard fourteen year old mentality. However, my flip-flop fetish was discovered. The daughter who sat in front of my during my eighth grade biology socio-economic class would tip way forward and it was there that I discovered the thong. Seeing a immense grayness suede leather effeminate style satin thong whale tail ; it was glorious. After that I started noticing a lot of girlfriend at my school wore them and I loved seeing the whale tails, the seeable thong transmission line, I became absolutely obsessed with the thong and G-string and ever other panty after that had become boring ; I was in heaven.

Throughout in-between school and high school I had girl, and I would somehow or another receive my way into their dresses and thongs, one girlfriend even complained because I looked better in a particular frock than she did. I can't avail if I have, what I guess is called a swimmer's trunk ; 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 baby was moving around to another apartment and she was throwing away a bunch of her old thongs. Well, I couldn't just let those go to waste so I volunteered to throw them away, and I swiped the wholly lot. There were all kind of people of color and mode. It was a hoarded wealth treasure trove of blueness, pink, Bolshevik, lace, cotton, strings and meshwork.

That lasted for some time, but then I had a moment of guilt feelings and shame, not knowing what was going on within me and I proceeded to cut up all the lash and through them discreetly away, neatly stashing the fetish away for about a year until it surfaced again and I bought my own couplet, pretending it was for my girlfriend. Man was I aflutter. But I went through with it. I still have it today and it's my favored thong I have. I would periodically slip my babe'thongs and panties, but I have my own stash now.

I've since get sober and have accepted the fact that I am a transvestite, I don't want to be one full time but I enjoy in my own time being as I am. I no longer feel guilt trip and pity about it, though I'm not ballsy enough to walk out in public dressed as such without some function allowing it like Halloween or a formula or something.

I have a lot of stories that I plan on penning ; some true, some phantasy, some fancied completely. I'd sexual love to recount them if you'll let me. I know this hasn't been exactly a sex story, but what you read is one hundred percent dead on target within this text, names have been changed but the issue are all really. Let me know what you like and I will add my own as we go along. I'd making love to pen for you, and with you. I'm hoping to express a illusion I have next involving my cross-dressing, panty peeking, and my oldest Sister Tammy.

Wish me luck ! Thanks !

-- Joni onyx marble