Have you ever been lying in bed with someone and your arm falls asleep, but you don't want to move and wake them up? Not because they're ugly or anything, but because you're afraid that when they wake up the spell will be broken. Well it's 6am and I've been like this for about 20 minutes. Agony aside, this felt pretty incredible.
My older sister Audrey was lying on my chest with an arm and a leg draped over me, wearing only a white lacy bra. Her bare pussy only slightly warmer than the rest of her was resting gently against my upper thigh. Her hair was a wild, sprawling, tangle of a mess, trapping in the heat from our bodies and her breath.
Last night had been the perfect storm. The combination of alcohol, circumstance, and bad decisions. I'm of the strong opinion that my dressing in women's clothing for the last few days had blurred the lines of my identity for the both of us. I certainly couldn't see the scrawny looking guy I was used to seeing when I look in the mirror anymore. Well, at least not when I was wearing clothes. My dick and flat chest had a way of giving me away when they weren't being cleverly disguised by my new attire.
My sister, being admittedly bisexual, must have been having a pretty rough time, constantly seeing me as Lexi. I do look pretty incredible as a girl, especially after the makeover she gave me, and all the clothes she bought me.
After a few more minutes I couldn't stand it anymore. The pins-and-needles effect on my arm was beyond ordinary pain and I had to do something. As gently as I could I tried to slide out from under her without disturbing her sleep.
"Ugh. S'too early, Lexi. Come back to bed," she mumbled not yet fully awake.
I smiled as I finished easing out of bed.
At least she's not freaking out about last night,
I thought to myself. That was something I had thought about a bit since I had woken, that in her sober, morning after state, she would be pissed at me for not stopping things before they went too far.
Then again, she's not fully awake yet
.
Once in the bathroom I closed the door and stripped off my dress. Still in my bra, I examined myself in the mirror. My makeup was a mess, and my hair had a wild look to it, but still looked great in the asymmetrical cut my sister chose for me. It was longer on my left going about three to four inches below my jaw, whereas the right side flowed perfectly into my jawline. Bot sides were cut at angles that made my hair shorter in the back than the front. With my hair a mess, you could see more of the jet-black hair that would normally be covered by the platinum blond on top.
I was no longer surprised by the fact that I was wearing a bra with small fake breasts in it, or of the odd contrast made by my slowly growing erection between my legs. It was the price I would have to pay if I wanted to attend an all-girls university, and with the full scholarship they had given me, attending was definitely worth the price. I hadn't thought so at first, but I was beginning to see now that it was. As long as I didn't get found out that was. That would be unbearable. With a sigh I pulled out my fake breast inserts and took off my bra leaving me once again a scrawny feminine looking man with a girl's haircut and makeup.
I quickly turned from the mirror feeling loss and disappointment as I stepped into the shower. Washing myself, I left my erection to deflate on its own as I continued to think about my life. I enjoyed being "Lexi" (my girl persona), but that disappointment I felt while looking at myself in the mirror after taking off all of my clothes was disconcerting. I might be pretending to be a girl, but this was only temporary and then I would return to being me.
After my shower I dried off and applied lotion to my smoothly waxed skin and, avoiding the mirror, I stepped back into the main room and found myself some clothes to wear. I quickly decided on a pair of white lace cheeky panties with black trim and a white bra along with a charcoal gray pleated skirt that ended mid-thigh. I topped it all off with a tight white t-shirt with black designs on it, and a pair of wedge sandals. If Audrey had been awake, I'm sure she would have approved.
With my fake boobs in place, and my cock discretely tucked away, I sat down to apply my makeup and style my hair. Not going for anything too dramatic this early, I went for a barley there look with my makeup and only a little eye shadow.
Feeling sufficiently presentable I slipped out of the room quietly, letting Audrey get some sleep, and took a stroll down the street to a bagel shop for some breakfast for the two of us. If Audrey woke up pissed about last night, this might slow down the onslaught. I know that bagels won't make up for incest, but that's all I had to work with currently.
With two coffees and a bag of bagels, I made my way back to our room feeling more nervous each step. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with being dressed up as a slightly slutty girl in public. It was because I would have to face my sister about what happened last night. We had always been close growing up, even with our age difference, and I couldn't help but worry that she would hate what we had done last night, or worse hate me.
Once back in our confined room the smell of the coffee seemed to wake Audrey. I watched as she stretched out like a cat letting the covers slip from her body, leaving her naked except for her white lace bra. It was hard not to drink in her beauty and sexuality. As a Playboy model, she was definitely worth appreciating.
"Hey," she said sleepily. "Did you go out?"
"Yeah, I got us some breakfast," I replied meekly.
My sister sat up on the bed completely uncaring about her state of undress and reached out for me to hand her one of the coffees I was holding. Handing her the cup, I sat on the opposite bed facing her unconsciously leaving my legs parted in a very unladylike way. As Audrey sipped at her coffee, I tried to find a way to bring up what happened last night. Not really finding an easy way to start, I settled on just being direct.
"Last night..." I began.
"Yeah...last night," Audrey said, letting out a long breath. "I was drunk and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that to you"
She was sorry?
"Wait, what?" I asked, confused. "You're not mad at
me
?"
"Why would I be mad at you? I basically threw myself at you."
"Um...because I didn't stop you?"
"If you did, I would have choked you out and done it anyway," she said jokingly.
"You damn near did that anyway," I said, remembering our encounter.
With that my sister smiled in a satisfied way. With that faraway look in her eyes, she was likely reminiscing on the events of the previous night as well.
