If you’ve ever been woken up suddenly from a deep and restful sleep, then you probably know exactly how I felt when my sister, Linda, woke me up. Groggy, sleepy and disoriented for the first few seconds, I reacted to her persistent shaking by initially thinking it was my mother waking me again. But, then I heard the voice that went along with the shaking and I knew instantly it was not my mother. Since it was obviously dark outside, my first instinct was to ask her what time it was. But even before she could reply, I answered my own question by turning my head to look at the red LEDs on the clock to my right. It was 1:12 AM.
Now, I know what you’re thinking (if you read the previous chapter). You’re thinking that if you were an eighteen year old guy…. and your mother just dressed you in your sister’s bra and panties for bed…. and then your sister woke you up in the middle of the night — you’re first inclination would be to cover yourself in some way or tell her to get the hell out. Yeah, one would think that.
However, I had been so tired and was in such a deep sleep when Linda woke me up, it simply didn’t occur to me.
“It’s a little after 1:00 AM, I guess.” She answered.
She sat on the edge of my bed, about half way between the headboard and the footboard. It wasn’t until I sat up and felt the bra straps strain against my chest did I remember I was wearing her lingerie. I immediately reached for the sheet to cover my chest, but as I strained to see her in the almost total darkness, I felt her hand on my arm as she said, “Relax, Bobby.”
Tentatively, I slowly lowered myself down to my pillow, keeping the sheet pulled up to my neck, not knowing what I was going to do next. “Little brother,” she said, as if she had a significantly longer tenure on earth than me, “I want to apologize for barging into the bathroom and gawking at you while you, uh….. you know.”
I began to think of how I was going to respond to her apology when she added, “Mom and I had a long talk about a few things, and well, I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed or feel humiliated just because I saw you pulling your thing.”
She went on, saying, “I laid in bed all night feeling guilty that I probably gave you the most traumatic event of your life and I wanted to tell you that’s it really no big deal. Everyone does it and I’ve seen guys do that before, Bobby.”
I felt her hand on my shoulder, and at first, I thought it was a gesture of sisterly love. But as her hand started to slowly sweep across my chest and come to rest on top of the bra cup, I realized there was nothing sisterly about her actions. While her one hand stopped and felt me, she raised her other one and it went right to my other side, feeling for the bra cup over there, too. She was trying to confirm the fact I was wearing her bra and panties, it’s as simple as that.
“And, don’t worry,” she said, “you’re lingerie secret is safe with me. Besides,” she continued, “with all the other little secrets in this house, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. That’s for sure!”
“Huh?” I asked.
“What?” She replied. “You didn’t hear them a couple of hours ago? You know…. mom and dad? In their room?”
“No, Linda.” I said. “What was going on?” I asked her.
“It sounded like someone was getting spanked….. at least, um, that’s what it sounded like to me.” She replied.
My eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness in the room, but, I couldn’t quite see her face clearly yet. I didn’t know if she was kidding, or being serious. “What? Someone got a spanked?” I asked.
There was dead silence between us for a minute. Then, as if it was sent from heaven, the answer was instantly at the tip of my tongue. Together, and almost in unison, we both said it. “Dad.”
I heard her chuckle, and there was no way I could help from snickering a little bit, myself. Now, at this exact time, I had no right to be snickering at anyone else. Given the fact that I was lying in bed, talking to my sister at one o’clock in the morning dressed in her bra and panties…. well, I simply had no right to make fun of my dad.
But, while I amused myself with dad’s apparent predicament, the sheet slipped from my chest and slid down to my waist. As I reached for it, she put her hand on mine and stopped me. “Please.” She said. “You don’t mind if I look, do you?” She asked.
I let go of the sheet and sat there. Not because I wanted her to look, or even because I made a decision to let her look, but more because I didn’t know how to answer her. No matter what I said, she could twist it into some kind of confession to hold over my head in the future. She had done that plenty of times when we were kids. True, that was years ago, but the memories came back and I clammed up.
“That’s pretty hot.” She said. “I have to tell you, little brother….. never in a million years would I have guessed you had any sexual thoughts….. much less…. kinks like this.” She reached over to grab the sheet that was partially covering me and started to pull the sheet down. “Are you wearing the panties, too?” She asked.
Reacting quickly, I clutched the sheet in my fingers. She tugged for a minute and then let up, making that “tisk, tisk, tisk” sound that older people make when you do something they don’t like. Looking up at her face, I could finally make out her expression in the darkness. She had this sly smile on her face and a devious look in her eye.
“Are you being modest, or are you just trying to cover up your boner? She asked me.
“Both,” I said, “and it’s none of your business what I wear, anyway.”
“Well, maybe that’s true, Bobby. But, you ARE wearing my bra and panties, aren’t you? You’re not even going to let me see them?”
Perhaps she had a valid request, but realizing I had a huge boner tenting up her precious favorite panties, there was no way she was going to see them. Not right now anyway.
“Never mind,” she said, “I was only kidding. It’s just another kink in the house, anyway.”
“Linda, that’s the second time you’ve said something like that. Do you know something I don’t know?”
“Brother dear,” she replied, “I can’t believe you’re so dense. Haven’t you ever seen that little black suitcase in the back of mom and dad’s closet?”
“Yeah, so?” I answered.
“Have you ever looked in it?” She asked.
“No, it’s probably empty.” I said.
“Uh, no, Bobby. It’s not empty… far from it. You’ve never been curious about what’s in there and why they keep it locked up?” She continued, saying, “Believe me, there’s enough sex toys in that suitcase to stock an adult novelty store.”
Somehow, even though I hadn’t snooped around in that suitcase, I believed her. Until I had seen my mom using the strap-on on my dad, I wouldn’t have even thought they knew what a strap-on dildo was. But, after witnessing my dad being taken anally by my mother and then talking with mom about Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda and the events of the last few days with my mother, what my sister was saying about the suitcase sure made sense. But, I didn’t want to let on to my sister what I knew, or didn’t know, so I tried to answer her as generically as I could.
“Linda, I’ve never snooped in there, and whatever is in there is their business, anyway.” I answered.
“Okay, maybe so.” She replied. “All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t be worried about your lingerie attraction, if I was you. It just might be the tamest kink in this house.” She added. “And, Bobby,” she said, “you really don’t have to worry about me saying anything about you to anyone. I think it’s kind of cute, actually.”
I knew it was going to be alright when she playfully slugged me in the arm, laughed and left my room, closing the door behind her. For years, that has been our “Thick as Thieves” gesture. Anytime she was right and I was wrong, I could count on her hitting my arm. When we did something totally cool together, she would do it. When we escaped certain trouble from our parents, she did it then, too. So, when she did it just now, it was like her pledge that she would keep her promise.
I looked over at the clock, rolled my eyes and laid myself back onto my pillow to try to get some more sleep. I reflected back to the incident in the bathroom when my sister watched me masturbate and heard me call to my mother about jacking me off. Remarkably enough, Linda didn’t mention that in our quick conversation, she only mentioned me wearing her bra and panties. Did that mean she wasn’t shocked to hear me call for my mother to make me cum? If that’s true, then why wasn’t she shocked?
“Holy Fuck!” I thought to myself.
I bet she wasn’t shocked because she’s been doing things with dad, and maybe mom, too. Hell, she’s probably been messing around with Uncle Mike and Aunt Brenda, also. Maybe that’s what she was referring to when she talked about all the ‘Kink’ at our house. Somewhere in thinking about all of that, I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up until the sunshine was trying to creep through the curtains in my room.
Even before I opened my eyes, I immediately knew what my mother was doing. The smell of maple flavored bacon was wafting through the house. That in itself was enough to convince me that it was time to get up. But, if that wasn’t enough, the slight tapping on my door did it, too.
“Yes?” I said.
My mom’s voice, from the other side of the door, asked if she could come in. Still dressed in only sister’s bra and panties, I stood behind the door and opened it enough to peer through the crack at her. “Can I come in?” She asked.