"she said as she climbed in. "I'm not wearing a bathing suit." "That's ok, your boxers will be fine." "Um... I don't wear underwear." A smile gleaned ...cross her face. "That's ok, not like I haven't seen it before. Ok look I'll turn around." She turned and I removed my shirt and pants. Getting in to the tub I could see the wet fabric cling to my sisters ass.I looked away quick and sat down, the bubbles obstructed any real view if anything I was sporting. "Ok I'm in. Can we talk now?" "Ok, where. But the family moved away and we lost contact. Ihadn't really thought about those dressing-up sessions for years,although as a young teenager I had tried on some of my mother's underwearwhen I was alone in the house. Women's underwear felt different. Thematerial was softer and smoother. The colours were prettier. Sometimesthere were bits of lace. In fact quite different from boys' underwear atthat time. And of course, it was FORBIDDEN. Boys didn't wear prettyknickers.My cousin was now a. She was cocky I knew that. Melisa told me, they were pretty wild especially Kate because she got better attributes. The rest of the evening was nothing special. Kate took k**s into beds and Betty stayed for a while, till I guess 11 pm. I gave her some drink secretly and she was sleepy. The others were sloshed, except me and of course Kate. Mr. Robinson was trying to sing some song, and other laughed most of the time. Steve seemed, decided to get totally u*********sness, just sit, laugh and. We ended up talking for quite some time, and my cock grew harder and harder in my pants. She saw that, and started to rub my painfully hard cock through my jeans. She looked at me, leaned in and whispered "follow me into the bathroom". I did as I was told, she was so hot in a low cut dress and skirt, my cock was so hard at this point it was about to rip out of my pants. When we got there, we went into the biggest stall there, she locked the door behind her, and dropped to her knees. As she.