The only bright spot in this middle class tedium was the fact thatearly on in my relationship with my wife I shared with her my cross-dressing fetish....She didn't understand it, but was extremely tolerantsince she knew it turned me on. This allowed me the freedom to build up awardrobe and on occasion spend an odd day en-femme. Since she wastolerant but not a fan of my dressing, I didn't flaunt it and usuallysaved my dressing for when she was out of town. However, I did spend alot of time online,. My sister is nine years older then me and we were never very close while we were growing up. However, there was this one memory of us being alone in the house one day, and while I can not really remember just how we ended up on her bed, with both of us naked, and my sister on top of me, I just remember that it felt so dam good. As I sit here remembering how I felt as she slit her fingers in and out of my young tight fuck hole, I am getting turned on all over again. My sister had the best. All the kids were given a hall where beds were put on the ground and blankets were given, I was a bit late and when I reached all the places were almost occupied except for a small space on the furthest side. I walked there and lay down and pulled the blanket of the one beside me as there were none left. As I looked at my partner, fuck, it was my beautiful cute cousin; all the dirty thoughts came pouring in at once. She half opened her eyes saw me and gave a smile and slept but I knew now I. Get someone else on the committee to do it." Like who, Angela Parker? Who in their right mind would pay a dime to take her out? Betty Pierpoint? Sixty years old, blue hair and a face like a dried raisin? Boy wouldn't she bring in the big bucks."The two of them spent the next ten minutes hammering at me. What the hell, it was for a good cause, right? So I did my good deed for the charity and said okay.After the cocktail hour dinner was served and during the entire meal not a word was said.