A Flash of Lace
Keywords: A, Lace, of, Flash,
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The insistent ringing of the phone broke my concentration and with great annoyance, I climbed off the bed and picked up the receiver.
"Hey little brother!" My sister's sparkling voice filled my ear.
"Di, Is that you?" I exclaimed happily
"Got any more sisters I don't know about? She said saucily. I chuckled. It was so good to hear her voice. I hadn't seen her in over 3 years and had missed her company terribly. We'd always kept in touch with frequent letters but it wasn't the same as talking.
"Its great hear from you" I said "What are you up to?"
"Well, my darling brother, I've just got in from New York, I've nowhere to stay and I'm after a room for a while."
"Great" I said " Come and stay for as long as you want. It'll be wonderful to have you here. When will you get here?" I asked
"About two minutes. I'm in the car outside" she laughed
I looked down at myself suddenly horrified. Wearing only a pair of pale green, lacy panties, a camisole and dark stay-up stockings, there was no way I could greet anyone at the door - let alone my beloved sister. My afternoon of secret pleasure had just received a very large bucket of water. Think quick Davie!
"Wow – That quick. Hang on I'm not dressed. I was just going for a shower. Err half a mo." I stammered.
"I wasn't interrupting anything was I?" she asked concerned.
"No, no – of course not. Just a minute." I hung up and rushed back to the bedroom. Christ! What a time to call. Half an hour either way would have been great but... I flung on a pair of old joggers and a sweatshirt to cover the lingerie and dashed towards the door. My feet! Stockings! Back to the bedroom for some socks.
Her shadow filled the frosted glass of the front door just as I arrived. I flung open the door and she threw herself into my arms. We hugged for a few moments then she pulled away and held me at arms length.
"How are you little brother?" she said with big grin "I've missed you terribly"
"I'm fine Sis" I replied "And not so much of the 'little' – You're only 2 hours older."
"And 23 minutes kid "she said laughing. "Don't forget it"
Although we were twins, she had always been my big sister and I loved her deeply. She was incredibly beautiful. Long blonde hair, blue eyes and a face that melts the heart. Her figure was perfect to me, small breasts, trim waist and beautiful legs. She was wearing a simple white gypsy blouse with an emerald green skirt that fell to her knees. She was a knockout.
"And 23 minutes." I agreed. "Come on, lets get your gear stowed" I took her case and carried it into the spare room.
"I'll get the kettle on while you sort yourself out. Di - It's great to have you here. I really have missed you "I said smiling.
She looked at me with her head tilted to one side. "Are you OK Davie?"
"Hey I'm great" I said "Just pleased to have you here.
"I wouldn't have gone anywhere else "she said "I've missed you too. Now get that kettle on. I haven't had a decent cup of tea in 3 years.
She spun on her heel and walked over to her case. There was a brief flash of white lace from under her skirt as she turned which stopped my heart. God she was a beautiful girl.
I made some tea and ordered pizzas for dinner. I was very conscious of the lingerie I was wearing underneath my clothes but didn't think it could be detected. In fact it felt good to be secretly wearing them. Not erotic but comfortable. I knew I was going to have to be careful though. It wouldn't do to have Dianne discover this little secret.
She emerged wearing a fluffy white dressing gown. It was untied and she had a jersey short pajama set on underneath which moulded perfectly to her body. I wondered why she wasn't wearing something soft and silky as I would have done but I suppose when you can, you don't want to.
I found a few bottles of wine to go with the pizzas and with Dianne doing all the talking, telling me about her exploits in New York, we passed a lovely evening.
Until we started talking about our youth!
"Remember when we were kids "she asked. There were several empty wine bottles on the table now. "we used to dress you up in my clothes"
My mouth dried instantly. Was she really going to bring that up.
"I don't remember that" I said. "Want some more wine?"
"You must do. We were eight I think. We made you take off your clothes and I put you in one of my dresses.
"Want some more wine?" I asked again. This wasn't something I wanted to have dragged up especially not the way I as dressed.
"Not yet thanks. You looked so pretty in my dress." she said wistfully. " I really envied your looks."
I was starting to sweat now. 'For God's sake change the subject' I thought.
I remembered alright.
I remembered every time we played the game.
I loved it. I still fantasized over it.
"That girl, err , Sandra , yes Sandy we called her, would strip off all your clothes and put you in my party dresses." She mused "Went home in a huff cos I said you looked prettier than she did, wearing her dress."
"Sorry don't remember any of that" I said gruffly. I had to stop her. I was blushing terribly and was starting to get annoyed.
"Then when there were just us two you asked me why my panties were so much prettier than yours"
This was getting uncomfortable now. Guilty thoughts rushed to the lacy underwear I was wearing now.
"So I let you wear mine" she said. "You wouldn't take them off."
"It's late" I said abruptly. "Gonna have to get to bed." I stood up and in doing so, stepped on the bottom of my joggers, pulling them down a bit exposing an embarrassing amount of pale green lace. Pulling them up quickly I muttered a hasty goodnight and rushed off to my room, Slamming the door, I pulled of all the offending clothing and threw them under the bed. My heart was beating, I was sweating and I was scared stiff. Had she seen? Was my secret out?
Shit!
Why hadn't I just laughed it of and said kids will be kids. I didn't know if she had seen what I was wearing but her reminiscing had upset me. Too close to home.
I turned out the light and climbed into bed. I was shaking badly now. What if my darling sister had caught me out. She was my only true love, my guardian angel, My beautiful, beautiful sister.
There was a soft knock on the door. I didn't answer but turned my back and feigned sleep. Perhaps I could blame it all on 'too much to drink'.
"Davie?" she whispered "Can I come in?"
I didn't answer.
I heard the door open then felt her sit on the edge of the bed. She touched my shoulder.
"I'm so sorry Davie." She said quietly " I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't realise."
I said nothing, still pretending to sleep. It wasn't going to work though.
After a few minutes she said, "Move over, Its freezing" and proceeded to climb into bed.
I moved further towards the wall, cursing myself for forgetting I was pretending to sleep. I felt her weight in the bed then she was pressing herself to my back. She was cold but somehow her jersey pajamas felt warm and comforting. She slid and arm under my neck and cuddled me close. I was naked and could feel her heart beating against my back.
Her hand began to stroke my temple. It felt heavenly.
"I didn't mean to hurt you" she whispered. "I'm so sorry.
I was silent for a long time.
"It felt so good then." I said quietly. "Wearing your dresses. I didn't know why, just that it felt nice. I wanted to look pretty for you. I felt pretty. My beautiful sister thought I looked pretty. And I loved the feeling of being your sister . It was so much better when the other girl left and we'd play on our own. And wearing your panties. I didn't know why they felt so nice at that age. My clothes seemed dull and plain compared to yours. I could smell you on me, feel you on me .... I was so happy."
My voice had dropped to a whisper. I was confessing to myself.
"Then, of course, the games stopped. We were growing up.
When we were about twelve I'd sneak into your room and just look and touch your clothes, Open your drawers and look at your underwear. I didn't dare touch anything though. Your clothes had lace round the edges now, far prettier but now seemed forbidden, sacred. But I loved to look at them.
I sighed. By the time we were fifteen you were wearing bras and tights. You panties were nylon and frilly. You wore slips and you had some beautiful nighties.
It was too much. I had to try them on – everything. I'd wait till you were all out, then dress in your beautiful clothes. I was always very careful with them. I put them back exactly as I'd found them. So I never got caught.
Then we went to separate universities. I thought it was all over. I dated a couple of girls but it was always a disaster. I could never think of anything to say. They all thought I was gay after a while and left me alone. Then I went to a party, got fairly drunk and landed up in bed with a girl. Problem was, I couldn't do anything about it. Totally... impotent. And that was it.
I can still hear her laughing.
I sighed. So I'm back to wearing women's clothing and pursuing my fantasies.
I could feel her hot tears on the back of my neck. She hadn't stopped stroking my hair all through my confession. My pillow was damp where my own tears had fallen. I fell silent.
And with her warm, protective body pressed against my back we fell asleep - like spoons
I was alone in the bed when I awoke next morning. At first I couldn't think why my eyes felt tight and full of grit. Then it all came flooding back in a guilty rush. The discovery, confession, shame. I sat up quickly looking around. Had she left in disgust? Panicking, I leapt out of bed and reached for my clothes and saw the note on the bedside cabinet.
"Morning sleepyhead. Gone to do some shopping for dinner. Spaghetti Bolognese tonight. Bring some wine home – lots of it. Don't be late. Love you. xxx"
I smiled in relief. She hadn't left. I still felt very nervous about talking to her though. Would I get a lecture? A sermon on the sins of cross-dressing? I set off for the shower and got ready for work.
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Keywords: A, Lace, of, Flash,