Too Much Curiosity Made the Cat

by: Twisted Angel

 

Tom was doing the laundry for the family, as punishment for staying out too late at a party. As he got to his older sister's panties, he felt the material, and spent a bit more time than usual noticing the details. They were bikini-cut and pink, made of shiny satin. He spent a few minutes rubbing the fabric between his fingers. A bird chirping outdie snapped Tom out of his trance. He quickly finished the rest of the laundry, soon forgetting the panties. Little did he know, but this was only the beginning.

The next day, he was at his friend John's house. They were in the basement playing pool. In the corner, there were boxes full of John's sister's clothes. She was going off to college, and all of her old clothes were to be given to charity. Tom came up with an idea for a bet to make on pool. "Hey! how about this: the person who loses this shot puts on your sister's clothes and the winner chooses the outfit" he told his friend. John looked at him and said "Ok, you're in for it!".

Tom lost the match. John went over to the boxes and pulled out a standard white bra and panty. "Put these on" he said. Reluctantly, tom stripped and put on the panties. John had to clasp the bra for him. Then, John stuffed the bra cups with t-shirts. "There, now you look a bit like a girl". Next, he brought out a plaid schoolgirl skirt and a blouse, from his sister's high school uniform. He had Tom step into the skirt, and let him do the buttons on the blouse himself. The last part of the outfit were socks and shoes. The tennis shoes had a 4-inch platform. Tom had some trouble walking, but quickly figured it out. John then made him wear his sister's bright red lipstick for completion. After that, they just watched TV, Tom still dressed.

"Hey, look what I bought off some kid at school!" John said, holding out a porn magazine. "Wow! let me see!" Tom said, amazed. John pointed to a picture in the magazine "see them? look at what they are doing. Hey, I got an idea! Since you are dressed like a girl, lets do what they are doing. Tom hesitated, then agreed. Staring at the picture, John instructed Tom on what to do "First, you get on your hands and knees". "Now,I come behind you and grab your hips" John said, grabbing hold of Tom's hips. Tom could feel John's erection, and got nervous. John flipped up Tom's skirt and pulled down his panties. Then he unzipped his fly, and pulled out his erect cock and placed it at Tom's asshole. He slowly slid it in, and Tom moaned. John's thrusts grew more powerful and fast, until they found themselves lying on the floor exauhsted, covered in cum. Tom put on his boy clothes and left without another word.

Eventually, Tom got over it, and thought it was long gone, but the event left a permanent mental scar. A few years later, Tom was sitting at his computer, when he recieved an instant message: "Hey Tom, how's it going?". he was shaken, but sent the reply anyways.

"How do you know my name?"

"That doesn't matter. just do as I say"

"What do you want?!"

"go to your sisters room and get your favorite pink panties"

"What the fuck! How do you know about that?"

"Just do it, and get the matching bra"

Compelled by the memory of those panties, he went to his sister's room and collected the requested items.

"Got them, now what?"

"Put them on under your clothes then go to the motel down the block from your house"

By this time, Tom was scared but did as he was told. He slipped the panties up his legs and loved the way they felt, so soft, so smooth. He then, after much struggling, got the bra on. He put back on his t-shirt and jeans over the lingerie. He then left the house and headed for the motel.

 

(To Be Continued)

 

 

 

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