Every time her soft hands or arms touched me I could feel myself wanting to spurt but I managed, with some difficulty, to control the urge to just let...it all cum. After that she told me to turn around and, kneeling in front of me, proceeded to pull black lace-top seamed stockings up my legs and affix them to the suspenders. The sight of her face just inches from my by now painfully rigid cock was almost too much to bear and pre-cum kept leaking from the end. Every time another load trickled out. In fact that was how she had wound up with my fingers up her pussy. I told her to leave me alone and she didn’t. It certainly wasn’t the first time that I had my fingers inside of her. The truth of the matter is that my sister likes it when I attack her. I play with her titties, I finger her pussy, and I fondle her ripe round ass too.Well I endure the twenty spanks to my ass with my blue jeans and underwear on. Mom would not have it so lucky. I had already come up with a plan. All I had to do. I could see her scurry quickly for her phone that was still sitting on the end table. She started texting. The James popped up on her phone. There were face timing. She then reclined back in the leather recliner, spread her legs, holding the phone with one hand and reached for black dildo that was stuffed in the couch. I watched her force it in, and within seconds she was pounding her pussy like I have never ever witnessed. I really couldn’t hear anything or see James on her phone. But I had. I was becoming more and more confident about going out dressed as a girl. When I would go out with Beverly and Greg, they would introduce me as their cousin from out of state, and even when I did know the person, they didn't seem to recognize me or put it together.Greg was surprisingly cool with me dressing up as a girl, even though we were best friends since we were six years old. We never talked about it in any great deal, but he didn't treat me any differently.One day, I went to his room.