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Kyle always idolized his twin sisters, and not without reason. Amanda and Wendi were two gorgeous foxes- the kind of girls that made boys’ cocks stand straight up whenever they were around. At 16 years of age, they looked and acted much older. Amanda was a typical blonde cheerleader type: tall, thin (with all the curves in exactly the right places), and having a face that would soften rock, and hair that looked like a Lions mane. Thick, very long, falling to her mid-back, and teased to the hilt, ala 80’s style. Her more than ample tits jutted straight forward like projectiles, with prominent nipples that could poke your eye out. Amanda wasn’t exactly the sharpest marble in the box, most of her “friends” called her Barbie, and it stuck. Wendi was the more studious type, an honor’s student with shoulder length jet- black hair, about 5’4″ tall, and 115 pounds. Her body simply said, “Fuck Me” to those that gazed at her. Wendi had a fetish for tiny waists, a passion that drove her to secretly obtain a black satin, heavily boned, waist cincher which she wore under her clothes to school every day. Lucky for her, she was able to keep it secret from her parents, who would have gone ballistic if they had known about it. It was working, she had a waist that now measured only 20 inches, coupled with tits that were 36C and hips to match, all of which combined to drive the boys, and a certain male teacher that she had a crush on, simply crazy. Weekends were theirs to enjoy for themselves, their parents usually spent them out of town, attending to the family business, which encompassed twenty-three states. Early last June, Amanda was scheduled to be part of her schools cheerleading şişli escort bayan squad that was to attend the State Basketball Regionals in their neighboring county. Early that Saturday morning: she dressed in her schools fancy “away” cheerleaders costume, and with Wendi in tow, started out for the school bus, which was to take them to the gathering point. As always, Wendi traveled with her, if Amanda received instructions that were too complicated, she would probably wind up in China . . . They bid their brother, Kyle, “Good by,” and told him that they would be home late that evening, so he was on his own for the day. At seventeen years of age, he was certainly able to fend for himself, which he had done many times before. Kyle was an androgynous looking boy. His features were “soft,” almost girl-like in appearance. His love of long, shag cut, shoulder length hair only helped to add to his androgyny. He had an average body, about 5’7″ tall, and with a pair of pronounced hips and long, slender legs. In addition, Kyle was blessed with a cock that any man would be proud to have, it measured a good 8- inches long and was fat enough to make any girl quite happy. His parents never caught on, but he regularly took his sisters nail polish and painted his toe nails, which gave him immense sexual pleasure, along with stealing Amanda’s sexy satin and lace panties to wear to school. More than once, he had to wash them out before leaving them in the clothes hamper, so that his masturbated climaxes would not be discovered by his mom. When he heard his sisters say, “Good-by, Kyle, We’ll be back really late tonight.” He sprang up from his bed and took his “Secret box” as he mecidiyeköy escort bayan called it, out of his closet. Over the last few months he had amassed quite a collection of his sister’s girly things: makeup, lipstick, nail polish, panties, stockings, and his special thing – last year’s special cheerleading outfit and wig that Amanda had worn to the finals. The costume was a short, pleated, black and gold satin skirt, with a matching satin, gold and black titty top, and gold ankle boots. Her special wig was long, straight platinum gold colored and fell to the waist. A pair of gold lame’ panties, fishnet-stockings and a black satin under wire bra finished off the costume. Kyle carefully put on the outfit, savoring every item and detail, he even managed to stuff the bra with several socks, to give him the “Big Titty” looks he wanted. When he had finished dressing, he painted his finger nails for the first time ever, it gave him such a hard-on, that he almost lost it, and came in his gold lame’ panties right then. Kyle managed to do his makeup very well, the bright-blue eyeshadow he had taken looked so nice, along with his bright-pink lipstick and deep-red rouge. He finished off by dabbing some of Wendi’s perfume on his face and crotch, then he carefully brushed out the long, sexy, platinum-colored wig. He was now able to spend the entire day and evening as his alter-ego. The day went beautifully. He bounced around the house singing to himself and looking in the mirror every few minutes. Regularly, he would stop what he was doing and stroke his rock hard cock through his panties, but was careful not to go “too far.” He wanted the moment to last as long escort şişli as possible. Kyle even got up the courage to go outside in the back yard fully dressed, and later to walk slowly and as girl-like as he could muster, out to the mailbox to get the days mail. He was hoping not to be seen, but also hoping that he would be . . . On the way back to the house from the mailbox, his cock was so hard it felt like it was going to explode, three cars had passed while he was standing there, emptying the boxes contents. “Could they have noticed me?” he asked himself. He then decided to throw caution to the wind, and go exploring in his sister’s room. Their closets gave up little that he had not seen before, but when he got to the dressers, it was a different story. Hidden under the pile of panties in Wendi’s drawer he found a very large and thick, double ended dildo, a Hitachi “Magic Wand” vibrator, and a pair of handcuffs. Kyle was so turned on by his discovery that he was not able to help himself, he pulled down his panties, grabbed his cock and shot his load of cum all over the rug. “OOPS!” He thought, now what? Kyle quickly found a rag, wet it, and did his best to clean up the evidence. At least, he figured, he had enough evidence to squelch any trouble from the girls, if they wanted to make trouble. The day flew by. It was nearing darkness when Kyle was lying on his bed, napping. The events of the day, and his masturbating for hours had taken its toll on him. The girls wouldn’t be home until after 10:00 P.M., he thought, so he had time to rest before undressing. Kyle never heard the front door open. The girls were home early, their team had been eliminated in the first game of the series. As they walked upstairs, they headed for Kyle’s room, to let him know that they were home. Wendi had been texting with her friend on her I- phone, and had it in her hand when Amanda pushed the door open to Kyle’s bedroom. “What the .
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