The Surprise

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It’s been a while since I have posted on Lush. I found it to be a great place to talk about my sexual experiences with my sister. I have more to write about in my “Experimenting” series. However, something new, out of the ordinary happened about a month ago. I have been looking for someone to share this experience with, but no one would understand; no one that isn’t on Lush anyway. I hadn’t seen my father in about 9 months. As he is in the Marines, and currently stationed in Iraq. He was scheduled to come home on Sunday, so my mom was out with her sister getting things ready for a surprise party. My sister was off with her friends to the mall for the day, then to a movie later on that night. So the Friday before my dad was to come home, I had the house all to myself. I was used to having the house to myself. My sister Mandy was barely ever home, usually out with friends, or at work. My mother also hated being home without my dad here, so she too would go drink wine with her friends, or pick up some extra hours at work so we istanbul travesti had a bit more money. I loved living with both of them, they gave me my space. Mandy gave me a little less space, ever since she learned I enjoyed cross-dressing. I’ll never forget the night I popped her cherry it was the best sex I ever had. I love my sister; the best part about her is that she lets me wear her clothes when I want to cross-dress. Me cross-dressing, especially in her clothes, gets her very wet and horny. If she and I are home alone for more than 20 minutes we end up having sex. It’s the greatest. So I’m home alone two days before my dad is supposed to get home, and I really want to dress-up. I would consider doing it with my mom in the house, she at least might be reasonable, but if my dad saw me in a skirt, he would flip, and I would never be able to look at him again. I go into Mandy’s room, to look for some clothes. I find this nice bra and panty set that is Zebra print. I put it on, and feel so istanbul travestileri hot. Now I need some other clothes. I was getting sick of the jean skirt so I go to her closet with the sundresses. I find a pink one, but that doesn’t go well with the Zebra print. But, then I find the gem. The perfect dress, White with black polka dots. I put it on, it feels so great. I loved it. Pop in my favorite chick flick to set the mood, A Walk to Remember. I didn’t want to start things off with my second favorite video, White Chicks Black Dicks, because then all my fun would be spent right away. But, when I am finally ready for it, I put it in, and start to watch for a bit. I get about five minutes into the movie, and I can’t wait any longer, I have to jerk off. Then just as I put my hand down my panties, the door knocks. I’m scared, I don’t know what to do, what if one of my friends is at the door. I would be humiliated. The knocking continues, it doesn’t stop, I don’t have time to change. Well travesti istanbul here goes nothing. I open the door. “Hey Mandy, your hair, it’s a lot shorter since the last time I saw you. How are you baby?” Said my dad. He hugs me. I panic inside. Searching for something to say. “Dad, it’s me, Alex. When I look like this Mandy calls me Alexia.” I tell the truth. “What!? Alex!? My son is a cross-dresser? What the fuck is this.” He screams. I was very surprised when I saw him there, two days before he is supposed to be home… just to find out he was surprising us, and he got more surprised. “I’m sorry dad, I didn’t mean for you to find out, especially like this.” “Jesus Christ, what now you’re going to tell me you’re gay right?” “Well actually I don’t know, I’ve only had sex with girls, but now that one cat is out of the bag… I am curious.” I come clean, everything at once, I may as well right? “So Mandy knows, does your mother?” “No she doesn’t know, please don’t tell her, I’m afraid of what she would think.” “Where is she, when will she be home?” “She’s out with some friends, she said she won’t be home till about 11.” “What about Mandy?” “She won’t be home till tomorrow.” “Good, that gives us about four hours.” “Four hours till what?” “You stay here, I’m going to go freshen up.” He goes up stairs, I follow orders.

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