[theswitchyside]

Having cum two times in such a short span, the satisfaction of the orgasms had taken away most of his horniness: and with it most of his desire to act upon the situation he had found himself in.

“Are those my panties?” she questioned as she walked over to the bed.

He looked up fearfully at his sister as towered over him – but instead of finding her face filled with disgust, he could see something else in her eyes too. He nodded meekly.

He cleared his throat: “Let’s talk about this.”

“What more is there to talk about?” she folded her hands across her chest – framing beautifully her breasts right in front of Michael. He felt his member beginning to stir and only then did he realise that he was still on the bed, his robe parted and his cock in full view of his sister.

He quickly shuffled back onto the bed and pulled the robe together, trying – and failing miserably – to cover up his hard-on. Knowing that Susan was following his every movement, he quickly lost track of the conversation.

“I liked that pair,” she sighed as she sat next to her panties – and far too close to Michael than he’d have liked. They both stared at each other for a long time before her gaze travelled down to his dick which had managed to tent the robe. Michael was in no way the largest she had seen – but if the average of just over five inches was true, Michael was above average. She’d guess a six on a good day.

“I’m sorry,” Michael looked away, embarrassed.

Susan had heard enough to know what he might have been thinking when he had exploded into her panties – and although she was conflicted about how she felt about it, there was one thing she couldn’t deny: his declaration, albeit only a fantastical one, had left a wet patch on her panties. She wasn’t one to spend ages contemplating though. She decided to see if it was only something he thought about to get off, or something he wanted really bad.

“Get dressed, meet me in lounge in five minutes,” she ordered as she got up. Without waiting for an answer or acknowledgement, she walked to the door and picked up the package she had dropped. She turned around and looked Michael in the eye: “I want My personal sissy slut to come down wearing those panties.”

He felt his cock drip a little as he heard his sister call him her personal sissy slut. As she walked out of his room, he fell onto the bed before turning over to look at the ceiling above. He knew he had been given a choice, and what he did now would probably dictate what happened next. And he wanted to give in!

Growing up, Michael was never one of the cool kids at college or high school: he wasn’t strong or heavily built, neither did he play football nor was he in a band. Nothing that girls tend to like at that age. He was just, well, boring. Extraordinarily intelligent, but boring. It wasn’t a surprise then, when he withdrew into himself and began putting all his efforts into the things he liked.

He was seventeen when his company made its first hundred thousand in revenue – and two years later, he hit the million dollar mark in profits. He handled a consulting operation from his office upstairs and provided software solutions for his clients.

Last year, he had acquired two office floors at a famous office complex in a big city and staffed it with great employees and hired himself an experienced manager to look after the company. As far as most of his office employees were concerned, Katie was their boss: he hadn’t met anybody but Katie when he had decided to make the big move. He coveted his privacy that the confines of his office provided him. More people meant faster results, and he mainly worked to oversee and ensure the quality of the services that were being provided. His company now made him about a thousand dollars a day – that too, on a lazy day.

He glanced at his watch. He had about two minutes to follow his orders. This was something he had dreamed about for quite some time now, but now that he had been given this opportunity, he shivered in trepidation. He got up and stood beside the bed in front of the panties. He gave them a long hard look. There will be no going back after this.


As she walked down the stairs, her legs almost gave away underneath her in excitement. She hadn’t ever thought Michael would want something like that. She wasn’t sure it was something he wanted even now. We’ll find out soon enough, she thought as he placed the package on the table and poured herself a glass of water. She realised she needed something stronger and poured herself a measure of whiskey.

One hand held the glass while the other made its way down between her legs. The squishy sound of her fingers touching against the incredibly wet pussy only served to turn her on further. She moaned a little as her fingers continued their assault on her lips. Only because she heard Michael walking down the stair did she stop. She quickly licked up her juices from her fingers and downed the glass she was holding as Michael entered the lounge.

“What have you decided?” she questioned; surprised at how steady her voice sounded considering that only moments ago she was close to an edge. Michael just stood there, without a response and it began to frighten her a little.

Then, he unzipped his jeans and pulled it down to reveal the pale blue panties that he had been sniffing a little while ago. Unknowingly, both of them took a deep breath before accepting their roles – as he took off his t-shirt and kneeled down and she rose from the sofa and stood tall beside him.