He climbed between her legs kissing her again as she mewed andsquirmed his cock rubbing against her panties.He slid his hand down between her legs and...slipped them to one side,revealing her bare hairless pussy. It felt weird to be wearing pantiesyet still feel bare and vulnerable, his kisses and bites were hardernow, his cock head rubbing on and then between her throbbing wet lipsuntil she was eventually gasping, begging for it and beg he made heruntil satisfied he slid his throbbing malemess. I seemed always to be aware of things like that. Then I looked at her lips, half-open, a little pouty it seemed.It had occurred to me that I'd seen my sister naked, or nearly naked, in the past. That I'd touched her intimately... she'd even once sucked my cock. We'd shared our secrets with each other and knew we loved each other deeply. But I'd never kissed her. Oh, I'd given her a chaste peck on the cheek and once or twice on her lips, mine all puckered up. But I'd never really kissed. I was so excited, I began my journey. Shaving was somuch harder than I thought it would be, I don't know how women do it.Then again, it was my first time so I had so much to shave. It tookquite a while, but as I was finishing the shower and placing oils on mybody, I was pretty excited. Now I may not be completely passable, but Iam 5'8 and about 150 pounds. So add a corset, a nice wig, and the factthat my facial hair is sparse to start with, unless we were face to facein daylight, I wouldn't get. We need say nothing for me to know. My fingertips skip that button, and the next, resting on the third.Oma nods approvingly.One by one, I button Oma’s dress, my dress, pulling it up a little to reach the last two. I gather the cotton together with the cloth belt, buckling it into its delicate silver.“How tight, Oma?”She stands, crossing the short space to me atop her heels like a trapeze artist. Would I ever be as graceful as she is, perched daringly above the abyss? Her fingertips are.