Bras, Bros and Blowjobs

Chapter one

Caught

My usual playtime wearing my younger sister's bras, panties and cute little outfits gets cut short when I hear the back door open and my friend Billy calls out to see if I am home. He peeks into my room seeing me frantically pulling the underwear off. The white and pink crop top and plaid skirt were already off, thrown on the bed in my panic. But I was still in her knee socks. 

"Oh! So that's what you were doing? I never would have suspected you were some sort of freak."

My face must have been beat red. I was actually crying. I froze in fear with her pink lace panties tied up around my ankles. The matching pink B cup lace bra was also still on. I couldn't get the panties off me. I almost fell over. I was leaning against the bed, helpless, and so fucking embarrassed!

"You seem to be enjoying wearing them! HA HA!"

I shyly looked down, noticing my dick was still very erect. The head was purple and throbbing. I was almost ready to cum when he walked in. He could see my hard on. I slowly turned away, still pulling on the twisted up panties. Billy was just standing there, staring at me. But I could tell the wheels were turning. He was not reacting exactly as I would have thought.

"Yeah. You like it, don't you." He said in a softer, almost whispering voice.

He looked back at the door, touching it with his hand, then gently, oh so slowly, he pushed it closed behind him. The door made a thump, the latch clicked. We were in my room alone. Door closed. The room seemed unusually bright. It felt cold now, too. I was fighting back more little streams of tears. I was shaking. 

The tall 20 year old in a black t shirt and jeans was pointing his phone at me. I better move!

Click.

Click.

"Oh fuck!"

Now, in a more stern and like an order, he said. "Put those back on. Then sit on the bed."

I couldn't move. I still had a corner of the panties in my fingers. I was bent half over, naked for the most part. What the fuck?

"Go on. Get dressed. I want to see you like that. Do it or I'll show these all around the place. 

I managed to get the panties back up my legs and cover my still hard dick. I pulled the knee socks up to just under my knees. They were white with pink rings around the tops of them. I turned to sit on the bed, but he stopped me. 

"Oh no. You're not done yet, my friend. Finish dressing. What have you got there?"

I lifted the skirt and small top showing him what they were. 

"Oh! Perfect. Put them back on."

Chapter 2

Dressing

I shyly pulled the skirt up around my waist. It fell to just above my knees. The crop top slipped over my head. When I was blinded by it, Bill walked closer to me. I heard his footsteps. I could feel his breath. I heard the click from his phone again. OH fuck! More pictures! As the top fell from my face, I was nose to nose with him. This was really, really uncomfortable!

"What to do with you? What to do?" He helped my top slide down over the bra. He positioned it correctly around my chest and waist. Then his eyes lifted back up to meet mine. His warm strong hands were on my shoulders, sliding over them down to my arms. He held me tightly by the arms like he wasn't going to ever let me step back, away from him. And then, the kiss. It began as a simple little lit to lip peck. I blinked and moved my head back. His lips were wet and warm. Soft. I must have had a very surprised and startled look on my face. But I just stood there, looking back at him. "Did you like it?"

I didn't move. Time was lost. I was in a daze. Is it foggy in here? Suddenly the feeling of my sister's tight clothes and underwear was very evident. I realized what I was representing. How did I feel? Is this how a horny schoolgirl feels when she dresses up cute for her boyfriend to see? Do I want him to kiss me? What comes next? I was shaking so much I thought I'd pass out. His mouth opened as he was speaking. It was a blurred remark I could barely understand. "OK, let's try it again."

My head fell back and my eyes closed. His tongue slipped between my lips. His lips wrapped around my mouth, pressing against me. His tongue seemed very big. I opened wide to accept it. He rolled it around inside my mouth, entangling it with my tongue. We were close. Hugging. His hands were around me now. One on my ass and one around the back of my head. Holding me firmly. He was enjoying feeling the girly clothes on me. He pulled at the bra straps, rubbing the back of the bra then around to the front like he was squeezing a small girls breasts. He squeezed and rubbed my ass in the pretty pink panties. I felt like a feminine girl being felt up by her football hero boyfriend. It was magical. After a minute he hesitated, looking me in the eyes again. Our mouths were wet, and I was drooling. We each took a breath. His hands were back on my shoulders. He was pressing down on them a little. 

"Get on your knees. Get down there now."

It was like instinct. What? I dropped as quickly as I could, my hands following me down holding his hips, then his legs. The feeling of the tight bra and tiny panties pinching my skin was reminding me of what I was right now. I was a cute little schoolgirl. One who had invited her friend into her private place. His pants hit the floor and I was doing it. I sucked the tip of his throbbing cock into my mouth like a pro. I loved it! I opened wide and pushed the tip into my throat. I didn't even gag on it. He moaned his approval. I went back to sucking really hard, stroking the shaft, then pushing it back into my throat. In and out. Sucking harder and harder. Sliding it in the back of my throat deeper and deeper. I want him to cum so fucking bad. I hope he is enjoying my efforts. I want him to know I like him. I love him. I love this. Oh God. So many things going through me, including his cock through my mouth. I want to be his number one girl. I want him, period. Suck, suck, suck. Come on, Bill! Cum for me! Please!!!

What was going on? Well, we all know. I'm a hopeless gay cocksucker, aren't I?

Billy