He knew that she was in her room, waiting for him under the covers. As he slipped into her room, he turned on the small desk lamp. Brianna was fast a...leep. Her covers had rolled off, revealing her gorgeous young form in her black tank top and tiny pink and black panties. Her legs were slightly spread, and her hand was down the front of her panties. It appeared that his little sister had masturbated only moments before falling asleep. He knelt between her spread thighs and pulled her hand out. At first i had feelings of guilt rush over me, i’d strip say never again but we all thats not true. my obsession grow to me wearing knickers and bras through the day, if i was alone in the house i’d strip off all my maleness and basically be a girl. i was heading for trouble i didnt notice or care at the time. i was borrowing my mums clothes and my s****rs too and after finding my look as a sissy i used to wear my mums size 7’s purple velvet high heels with 3 inch heels at night i was walking. She jumped and her eyes widened in fear as she felt me tense to impale her yet again."I can't, oh, I really can't, please, oh please pull it out," she whined as I rammed my long prod slowly into her, and then again, withdrawing each time until I could feel its ridged head at her dripping and enfolded lips, her silky hair tickling my stiff stalk, her long legs holding me firmly and warmly. Each thrust seemed a yard long and each brought forth a sigh of pleasure from both of us.I bent and kissed. We were polished, barbered, and pressed to the high standards required to pass inspection by the women of two households!I looked at the people who filled the church. Roksana, Airlea and Sophie were missing because they were the flower girls, but their "mothers" were present. Grace sat in the front row. She wore a pale blue sleeveless silk dress that had only a modest décolletage but was fitted perfectly to show off her wonderful body and legs. As usual she was wearing impossibly high-heeled.