Our grandmother, who is half blind, half deaf and half senile, has moneyand loves us kids to death.I have always wanted to try on my sister's clothes ...ut never had theballs to, even though I have had many, many opportunities. The closest Iever came was holding a dress up against me as I had seen girls do at thedress store. She did have a lot of dresses and skirts that ourgrandmother kept buying for her.Now that we have that out of the way...let us get on with the story abouthow I had to become. " He kissed me on the mouth and pulled me to him. I wasn't in the mood to be played with, and tried to turn away. He held on tight grabbing my wrists and twisting them up behind me. My fists clenched in anger, and my face burned hotly. Before I knew it, I raised my voice, almost shouting at him, "Of course I'm fucking upset!" Dean dropped my wrists and stood there aghast. His eyes were like knives passing right through me. The venom in my own words frightened me, but not nearly as much as the. .my matching bullet bra an...camisole with whitelace on the top and bottom," he managed as she renewed massaging hiserection through his jeans. "The top is called a bodice sissy and the bottom a hem," sheinstructed. Now, tell me again what you are wearing, do it happily, andadmit what you are," she demanded. "Oh, not again, this is so demeaning and humiliating," he thought butreplied, "I'm wearing my periwinkle pink panties with white lace insertsat the hips, my lovely matching satin bullet. His mouth was so firm, and his teeth on me, I was being marked. Molded to this body beneath me. My legs spread wide over his hips and felt my lips press onto the fabric covering his cock, the only thing separating us, as I undulated against him letting my hair fall down around his face. The heat of his body, his smell all around me. My voice sounded so strange, since I was talking to my brother. "You a pretty hungry boy." Oh god Sara I needed this. I needed you." I'm here." And then as if I had.