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04-06-2008, 04:34 AM
Alabama Nan in Atlanta: Round 1
It had been three years since I had last seen my family for the holidays. I don't go see them often because none of them understand, except for my older sister Karen. This year I got brave again and decided to go. Knowing how much coming home bothered me, Karen was coming up to Atlanta from Mobile to get me. As I waited on Karen, I began to fantasize about what Karen would or would not be wearing upon her arrival to my apartment. Thinking like that, got me horny very fast. I soon found myself pulling my T-shirt off and kneading my large 44D tits through my bra.
Once my nipples hardened, I took the bra off and began to pinch them, I purred a little, but knew I needed more. I got off the couch and removed my socks. I then gently slipped my jeans off and admired the bulge in my thong panties. I slid them off and went to look at myself in the mirror. Here was a good looking dirty-blonde haired, large breasted, chubby shemale with a nice thick 8" of glory. Standing in front of the mirror, I wrapped my hands around my cock and began to pump it....moaning as I did. It felt good, but not as good as if someone else were doing it. But since no was there, it had to be me. I began to focus on jacking off. I thought about all the fun I've had..I moaned a bit faster. I quickened my pace. I thought about the fun that was yet to come..I moaned harder. I pumped my hand even faster. I finally began to think about me and Karen over the next few days. I watched my cock head swell and go kinda purplish. I licked a finger and rammed it up my ass. I shot my cum all over the mirror with a loud groan. Once I recovered from my orgasm, I cleaned up the mirror and headed to my room to get dressed up.
I wanted to look real sexy for my sister....but not look like I was desperate. First I had to settle on bra/panties. I went with a red demi-bra with black trim. I put on the matching thong panties. I sat down on the bed and began to think about the next item - garters and hose or just hose. While looking at my options, I decided to find my outfit first and then get the under garments that would go good with them. For a top, I decided on a denim vest that showed my cleavage off very well. I removed my bra and put the top on. I buttoned it up, but stopped before reaching the top button. I wanted to give her something to drool over. Looking through my drawers further, I found the perfect pair of pants for the occasion. They were jeans, with a faded front and tight spandex back. I figured it would be really kinky to make Karen guess if I was wearing panties or not. So I took the thongs off and put on a pair of G-strings. Once I had the panties and jeans on, all I had left to do, was to decide on what shoes to wear. Like any lady of my type, I had dozens of choices - heels, boots, flats, pumps - in a variety of colors. After putting on numerous pairs, I settled on a pair of black zip-up ankle high boots, with a 2 inch heel. Now all I had to do, was wait for Karen.
I had been watching TV for about a half-hour, when I heard a knock at my door. I got up, went over to the door. I straighten out the vest and jeans...then I opened the door. I found myself staring at Karen. She had on a bright yellow half-shirt (the way the shirt sagged, I knew Karen had no bra covering her lovely 40Cs), a pair of cutoff denim shorts, white socks, and white running shoes.
"Hello, anyone home?", Karen said as she knocked on my head.
"Ohh, what, um, yes Karen. I'm hear."', I stuttered.
"Aren't you going to invite your big sister in."
"Oh sorry, come on in Karen."
We both walked over to the couch. I sat down on the couch and Karen stood in front of me.
"Miss me?", she asked.
"Of course I did Karen."
"How much?"
Her question puzzled me, but I answered "Lots."
"How much is a LOT?', Karen asked as she got on her knees in front of me.
My sister was starting to confuse me, but I answered her again, "Lots and lots."
"Enough for me to do this?", and with that Karen had undone my jeans. I was getting excited and hard.
"Well, lots and lots, I missed you terribly Karen".
"Is terribly lots enough for me to do this", she pulled my jeans down and my cock sprung up, pulling my G-string up with it.
"Well yes, but I missed you lots, terribly lots, miserably lots".
It had been three years since I had last seen my family for the holidays. I don't go see them often because none of them understand, except for my older sister Karen. This year I got brave again and decided to go. Knowing how much coming home bothered me, Karen was coming up to Atlanta from Mobile to get me. As I waited on Karen, I began to fantasize about what Karen would or would not be wearing upon her arrival to my apartment. Thinking like that, got me horny very fast. I soon found myself pulling my T-shirt off and kneading my large 44D tits through my bra.
Once my nipples hardened, I took the bra off and began to pinch them, I purred a little, but knew I needed more. I got off the couch and removed my socks. I then gently slipped my jeans off and admired the bulge in my thong panties. I slid them off and went to look at myself in the mirror. Here was a good looking dirty-blonde haired, large breasted, chubby shemale with a nice thick 8" of glory. Standing in front of the mirror, I wrapped my hands around my cock and began to pump it....moaning as I did. It felt good, but not as good as if someone else were doing it. But since no was there, it had to be me. I began to focus on jacking off. I thought about all the fun I've had..I moaned a bit faster. I quickened my pace. I thought about the fun that was yet to come..I moaned harder. I pumped my hand even faster. I finally began to think about me and Karen over the next few days. I watched my cock head swell and go kinda purplish. I licked a finger and rammed it up my ass. I shot my cum all over the mirror with a loud groan. Once I recovered from my orgasm, I cleaned up the mirror and headed to my room to get dressed up.
I wanted to look real sexy for my sister....but not look like I was desperate. First I had to settle on bra/panties. I went with a red demi-bra with black trim. I put on the matching thong panties. I sat down on the bed and began to think about the next item - garters and hose or just hose. While looking at my options, I decided to find my outfit first and then get the under garments that would go good with them. For a top, I decided on a denim vest that showed my cleavage off very well. I removed my bra and put the top on. I buttoned it up, but stopped before reaching the top button. I wanted to give her something to drool over. Looking through my drawers further, I found the perfect pair of pants for the occasion. They were jeans, with a faded front and tight spandex back. I figured it would be really kinky to make Karen guess if I was wearing panties or not. So I took the thongs off and put on a pair of G-strings. Once I had the panties and jeans on, all I had left to do, was to decide on what shoes to wear. Like any lady of my type, I had dozens of choices - heels, boots, flats, pumps - in a variety of colors. After putting on numerous pairs, I settled on a pair of black zip-up ankle high boots, with a 2 inch heel. Now all I had to do, was wait for Karen.
I had been watching TV for about a half-hour, when I heard a knock at my door. I got up, went over to the door. I straighten out the vest and jeans...then I opened the door. I found myself staring at Karen. She had on a bright yellow half-shirt (the way the shirt sagged, I knew Karen had no bra covering her lovely 40Cs), a pair of cutoff denim shorts, white socks, and white running shoes.
"Hello, anyone home?", Karen said as she knocked on my head.
"Ohh, what, um, yes Karen. I'm hear."', I stuttered.
"Aren't you going to invite your big sister in."
"Oh sorry, come on in Karen."
We both walked over to the couch. I sat down on the couch and Karen stood in front of me.
"Miss me?", she asked.
"Of course I did Karen."
"How much?"
Her question puzzled me, but I answered "Lots."
"How much is a LOT?', Karen asked as she got on her knees in front of me.
My sister was starting to confuse me, but I answered her again, "Lots and lots."
"Enough for me to do this?", and with that Karen had undone my jeans. I was getting excited and hard.
"Well, lots and lots, I missed you terribly Karen".
"Is terribly lots enough for me to do this", she pulled my jeans down and my cock sprung up, pulling my G-string up with it.
"Well yes, but I missed you lots, terribly lots, miserably lots".