I knew I would never have her curves. But that didn't stop me from trying on her things.
I'd fantasize about having breasts and a girlish round ass. Sometimes, I'd stuff her bra with some of her panties or stockings, shaping them as best I could to make myself presentable. I'd dream about what it felt like to have real breasts.
I was careful, peeking out the window of her room to make sure she wouldn't be home earlier than usual.
My big sister, suspicious that I might had been rummaging around in her things, once threatened me that if she ever found out I was doing that, would tell everyone she could.
At first I didn't dare come close to her room.
Eventually I couldn't resist the urge any longer.
Love,
sissy terrie 💙
I didn't have a sister but I knew where the panty drawer was of every girl I knew!!!
ReplyDeleteI tried to always be careful about "borrowing" something sweet and lacy....but sometimes I'd open a drawer and be totally overwhelmed!!!
Kisses
Kaaren