A Brother in Need, is a Sister Indeed!

by Missy Satinpanties

 

I've always been a sissy at heart. My father was wealthy, a drunk, and disappointed in me. I was not a great baseball player, a football star, or any kind of athlete, unless you counted a fair to middling game of tennis that my father rated as a wimp playing a girl's game. Oh well. My early memories seemed filled with my mother holding me on her lap. I can feel the soft material of her skirt, and see the lace of her bra though the blouse, and just the lacy edge of her slip as it crept out from beneath her skirt. I felt safe and loved when she held me, and safety and lace just seemed to go together.

Fast-forward to my junior year in high-school. My mom has been dead for 2 years from a hit and run accident, and my father has climbed so far into the bottle that I rarely see him. He comes home from work and gets drunk, almost every night. Now, either no one knows, or no one cares. I'm not sure. You see, Dad owned his own company, and made a pretty fair chunk of money We had a guy come by to do the lawn, and a lady to clean the house, and all that, so things looked okay from the outside. But to my sister Carol and me, things looked very dark and dreary.

Carol is 3 years and a few months older than I am, although since I have such a puny body (according to Dad), we are within a half-inch of each other in height, and built about the same, except Carol looks a lot prettier without clothes. (I peeked!) As for me, I'm right at 5'6" tall, and weight about 155 pounds. My hair is just a bit darker than folks would call honey-blonde, although that's the color it turns in the summer. I have hazel eyes, with long lashes, that Carol always said should have been hers. Carol looks so much like me, that folks think we're twins.

As I said, I associated lacy things with safety, and after Mom dies, I took a couple of slips from her room. Many nights found me holding a slip like a baby blanket, and crying myself to sleep. I would have those nights that were unbearable. A bad day at school, followed by a drunken berating from Dad, and I would be in bed, clutching that smooth nylon slip, and crying myself to sleep. That's what I was doing when Carol came in my room. She had come home from college for a few days of her spring break, and had a day like mine, and wanted to talk, which was pretty rare. She just stood there in her little satin baby-doll nightie, and watched me cry, then came over to the bed, sat down, and pulled my head to her shoulder, and held me like a baby. We both stayed like that for a long time, as I cried for mommy, holding her tightly as she rubbed my back and made little noises in my ear, like a mother comforting a baby. Finally, I was all cried out, and we talked for almost 4 hours about Mom, Dad, our family, and our feelings.

Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning, I confessed to my deepest darkest secret. I had worn mom's slips, and found out that I liked to wear panties! They made me feel soft, and somehow secure, like a little baby. I had even borrowed some of Carol's things, and swiped a few things from friend's sisters. I told her that I had even tried to make a diaper out of a towel, and wear it, with less than fantastic results. For some reason, Carol didn't laugh at me, and I sort of forgot all about the incident for about a month or so.

On evening in June, Carol came into my room while I was just lying on the bed, listening to the radio and reading. It was a rainy, dark, and dreary day, and I had just given up doing anything constructive. Dad was in Chicago, or New York, or somewhere, on a business trip, and we were here by ourselves. Carol was standing by the door, just looking at me, kinda funny. "Whatcha need, Sis," I asked. "I just wanted to give you a present or two, little brother," was her cryptic reply. It wasn't my birthday, or Christmas, or any holiday I could think of, and then I looked at her again. She looked like she had just stepped out of an old television show from the sixties, or fifties. She was wearing a sort of sheer blouse with white satin cuffs and collar, a long pink skirt, and a pair of white high-heeled pumps. Around her neck was a single strand of pearls, and her hair, usually long and straight, was pulled back into an elegant braid against her head. Her nails were just a shade darker than the skirt, and her lips were painted pink to boot. I just stared! My sister is more the tight jeans and halter top, or whatever is on MTV this season. She looked elegant, beautiful, and, and, like MOM! She just stood there, with her hands together in front of her, one foot behind the other, like a debutante waiting to enter a room. She smiled, and then made a "follow me" gesture with her finger, turned around and headed down the hall to her room.

Well, what could I do but bounce up off the bed, and follow her, although I felt a little less than dressed, since I was just wearing an old pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. When I got to the door of hr room, she turned and told me to close my eyes. She then tied a large scarf around my head like a blindfold, and led me into the room. We stopped, and she did a very, very strange thing. "Put your hands up over your head," she said. I did, and she pulled my t-shirt off. Then, without any warning, she yanked down my gym shorts, and I was standing in her room, blindfolded, with nothing on but a blindfold, and shorts around my ankles! At this point she pulled off the blindfold, and told me to look at her bed. I opened my eyes and saw a short pile of white cloth, some…some…diapers? Yeah, that's exactly what they were! A pile of diapers, some diaper pins, a couple of pairs of plastic pants, and some pink garments of some type, in a box. Before I had time to think, Carol pushed me down on the bed, and pulled my shorts off my ankles. "Raise your cute little bottom up, sweetie," she cooed, and I just did it. She slid a diaper up under my bottom, and then grabbed a tin of baby powder, and the sweet smell just about made me cry. She then brought the material of the diaper around and pinned it in place, leaving me snug in thick cotton. Then, she grabbed a pair of plastic pants and showed them to me. They were pale pink, with little circus animals on them. She took one leg, and then the other, and guided my feet into the panties, then pulled them up my legs, finally settling them in, covering the diaper. I was now in a diaper and plastic pants, and Carol was playing Mommy! I was happy, confused, and turned on, all at once. I didn't know what to think, so I just lay back and let it just happen. "I got hold of one of Daddy Dear's platinum cards, and did a little internet shopping over the last month or so.' She said with a little grin, "I hope you like my choices, Melissa." Melissa, I thought, who the heck is…oh…me! I just lay there with my own silly grin on my face. Then, she put her hand under my neck, and sat me up. With one hand caressing my longish hair, the other one dove into the box on the bed. When she drew it out, there was a large pacifier in it. She popped it into my mouth, and then tied a ribbon around my head, like a gag. Then it was back into the box for another "gift." This time, she pulled out a pair of what looked like pink satin mittens, but they didn't have any thumbs. "Put your fingers together, Missy dear, and hold out your widdle hands." She crooned. I did as I was told, and the when she had slid the mittens on my outstretched hands, she tied the ribbons at the wrists, so they wouldn't come off. I flexed my hands, and found that there was a thick piece of some kind of material between the layers of satin, and that my hands were now useless. Next, she dipped into her box, and pulled out a garment of some kind. She held it up in front of me, and I could see that it was a short, pink satin, short sleeved dress, with lots of white ribbon trim and ruffles. I was told to put my arms up again, and the soft, slithery dress was slid on. I felt like I was in a dream, and never wanted to wake up! She laid me back down, and brought out the final item, which was a matching pair of the most girly, ruffled pink satin panties I had ever seen! "I found these at Big Baby Fashions, on the internet, and I thought they would be perfect for my widdle girl," she said softly, as she pulled the panties up, and snugged them in place over my plastic panties.

Finally, she sat me up again, and sat beside me on the bed, and just held me. I broke down and started bawling like the little baby I was, and once again, she held me, and softly told me that everything was going to be all right. "You're my widdle baby now, Melissa," she whispered in my ear, "No one is going to hurt you while I'm here. There I was, just turned 17, dressed like a sissy baby girl, satin and diapers, while my 22 year old sister was playing Mommy. Again, I didn't even think about it, I just went with the feeling, and the feeling was good. Carol untied my pacifier, and took out a hankie and dried my tears, and then held it for me to blow my nose, like a little child. She held out a pink baby bottle to me, and I allowed her to put it in my mouth, and began sucking at the apple juice, while she cradled my head on her chest. I could feel her breasts as they moved with her breathing, and could feel the girdle around her waist, and without even thinking about it, I began to rub my satin-imprisoned hands over her body. She didn't say a word, but her breathing increased a bit. I finished my bottle, and she handed me a second one, and told me to be a good little girl and finish it all. I did like I was asked, and when I had drained the second pink plastic bottle, I looked her in the eyes, and started to talk, but she held her finger against my lips and said, "Shush, Missy, babies can't speak." I looked deep in her eyes, and started to gurgle and coo like a baby, and then I began nuzzling her breasts through her blouse. Without a word, she reached down and started to undo her buttons. The blouse opened, and I was greeted by the sight of a lacy bra. Again her hands were busy, and lo and behold, it was a nursing bra! She opened one side, and I locked my lips on her nipple, and sucked and licked contentedly, while my cock was doing its level best to break through the layers of cotton, vinyl, and satin that held it tight. Sighing, she opened the other cup, and I transferred my attention to the other nipple. Meanwhile, Carol is stroking my like a baby, occasionally allowing her hand to caress my bottom, or to rub my cock in its cocoon of girlishness.

All of a sudden, I had to pee, and pee badly. Years of training told me to hold it in until I got to a toilet, but I KNEW I was wearing a diaper, and I knew what was expected. I fought with myself, until Carol whispered, "its okay, Sweetheart, that's why Mommy put you in you widdle diaper!" Not wanting to disappoint Mommy, I finally let go, and filled my diaper with warm, wet pee. With a look of supreme contentment, Carol just beamed at me, and told me what I good widdle girl I was for peeing in my didee!

After a few minutes, she pushed my face away, and refastened her bra and blouse, laid me back down, and proceeded to take off my dress and pretty panties, and pulled a short nylon baby doll nightie over my head, and replaced the pacifier gag. I noticed that it was very large, and really worked as a gag, especially with the plastic piece pulled against my lips by the ribbon tied around my head. She unpinned my diaper, and pulled the soggy cloth from me, and then began to clean me with a baby wipe. She seemed to notice my hard cock for the first time, and wrapped her hand around the shaft, and soon brought me the relief that I craved. I was in heaven, and my sister was the most beautiful angel in the world! She cleaned me up again, and put a clean diaper back on me, and pulled my plastic panties back on. She then tucked me into her bed, and proceeded to undress. Pulling on a white nightie to mach mine, but with nylon panties, instead of vinyl, and got in beside me. I drifted off to sleep holding my new mommy, and hoping it would never end.

 

If you like this story so far, e-mail me and let me know! I have more to add, if you ask like a good girl!

  

  

  

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