I Hate Sneezing Ch. 3_(0)

“We need to talk.” Is all Brenda had to say, and she was right. She didn’t seem mad at all, unlike when I first saw her when she pulled me from her closet, that’s good. “How long have you been spying on me? How long have you been hiding in my closet? What do you know? How long have you been wearing my panties? Do you like wearing my clothes too? Does anyone else know about this?”

Question after question came like a hail storm, and each one struck a pang of guilt deeper and deeper into shame. She must’ve noticed this, and gave me a hug and kiss on the forehead.

“I’m not mad, I’m just curious. I was pissed at first, but only by the surprise of you being there, and the fear of being discovered,” she explained.

I finally found my voice after I calmed down a little. “The first time I saw you was when you were with coach Ives when you were 15. I was basically hooked from there. I pieced together your little business arrangements, and would get into your closet and watch everything. I know who you see and how much you charge for your… services. The first time I tried on your panties was a couple years ago, and I loved the feeling so I kept taking and wearing them. I’ve never actually tried on your clothes, but I have been curious. Nobody else knows. This is my- our secret now I guess.”

Brenda gave a sigh of relief and her shoulders visibly lowered as she relaxed. “So you know everything, huh? Ok.” She gave a quick look away to her closet, and I could see gears running in her head. “Would you like to try on some of my clothes? We are about the same size.”

My curiosity piqued, as her words escaped her plump lips. I looked at her closet then nodded slowly.

“Great!” She said as a grin formed on her face. She first pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, “put these on,” she ordered. As I did, it was surreal having my sister watch as I pulled her jeans up. The hem slid right into my ass and shaped it quite well. My raging hard on however, didn’t allow me to zip it up all the way.

“Uh oh,” my sister said giggling. “We should probably take care of that,” she said pointing to my dick. “Hurry up and jerk off to get rid of it.”

I felt a little silly as I lowered the jeans and grabbed my dick and started clumsily jerking it. My sister watched like a cat on prey. Though awkward, the situation made me ready to cum in no time at all. “Do you have a towel? I’m about to cum.” Brenda gave a quick look around, and had none.

“Just cum in my mouth, it’s easy clean up.”

That put me over the edge as the first dollop of cum appeared at the tip of my dick. She quickly got on her knees, and put her mouth over the head of my dick as I stroked. “I’m cumming!” I grunted as spasm after spasm flew into my sister’s mouth. Easily one of the biggest loads I’ve shot in a long time. After I finished, I fell back onto her bed, her jeans around my ankles, and my dick, still hard but deflating on my stomach. I looked down at Brenda. She was still on her knees, contemplating the taste. She looks at me deadpan, opens her mouth to show she still had my cum in her mouth, and then swallows it with a loud gulp.

“Easily one of the better tasting loads I’ve swallowed,” she giggled as she stood up. “Ok, get dressed.”

My dick now soft, I tucked it in and zipped up the jeans and put the t-shirt on. She walked around me, inspecting everything. “It’s cute, but I’m just not sure. Take it off,” she ordered.

I obeyed. She then pulled out a red knee length dress. “Put this on.” As I did, it felt more natural, and fit like a glove. The soft stretchy material hugged my curves, and I looked at my back and could see a shapely ass with a very visible thong line.

“Much better,” she commented. “Now sit,” ordering me while pointing to the vanity in her room. She then produced her makeup bag and grabbed a few items. “I assume you’ve never worn makeup before?”

I shook my head.

“Well, there’s a first for everything.” She went about her business applying make up all over my face and directing my eyes and lips, and face for best application. The whole process took about a half hour. She then went to her closet and produced a platinum blond wig. I’ve seen her wear it before as some of her “Chads” like to see her in different models. She placed it on my head, and pulled this lock, and that. “Ok, go look at yourself.”

I got up and looked at myself in her full-sized mirror. I looked amazing! I almost looked like a real girl, less the boobs. Brenda came up behind me and put her arms around my shoulders and smiled at her work. I saw Brenda pull out her phone and start taking pictures of me.

“Hey!”

“Wow, Riley! You look great!” as she slipped a hundred dollar bill in my top.