We can Pleasure Ourselves, Dear

"Alright, Richie," my sister, Tommie, began, looking at the Ipad she was using as we started the annual inventory of our mother's lingerie shop. "Black lace garter belts, sizes small to extra large. How many you got, bro?"

I quickly counted and told her there were fifteen, and Tommie replied that was exactly what she had. Feeling playful that morning, I asked if she had ever worn one.

"I tried one on once. Gina helped me get the stockings fastened to the garters, Gave me a whole new appreciation for pantyhose. But they do sell. Guys get real hot and bothered, seeing women wearing them. So how many white ones?"

As I was one of those guys she referred to, my opinion concerning gartered stockings verses pantyhose, was the opposite of my sister's. The porn I most enjoyed viewing online always involved women wearing such sexy under things. I thought, while counting the white, then red garter belts, of how sexy my lovely sister must have looked that day. I was picturing her in a black one.

We moved on to the brassieres, of which there were many in the shop, in a mind boggling variety of sizes and colors. I found most of them boring to handle, until we reached some very sexy, half cup bras. I found one in black lace that I thought nicely matched the garter belt I was still thinking of my sister wearing...

The above describes just how the last weekend of our spring break began, fifteen years ago. Tommie was going to be a senior at the state university a hundred or so miles away, and I would start my first year at the local community college. I was nineteen at the time, and my sister was four years older.

Our mother had built a very large and successful business over the years, managing at the same time to be an excellent single parent. From the time we could be useful, Tommie and I had helped out at the shop, doing one thing or another, although I never served the customers. I enjoyed my tasks of cleaning up the shop and straightening and restocking the various lingerie displays, after the shop had closed or before it opened.

Tommie had quickly became one of the best saleswomen our mother ever had. She was especially adept with the male customers, which I suspected was because she was so attractive and such a flirt.

The reason that it was just Tommie and I at the shop that Saturday, and had been for the last week, was that mom had been called away to the next state over to care for our grandmother, who was recovering from surgery. That wouldn't have been a problem, but Judith, mom's long time employee, had her own temporary family issue to tend to. As if that wasn't enough, her other employee, Gina, had started a long planned vacation the day that our mom got on the plane. But Tommie and I enjoyed working together, and assured our mother we could handle things, including the annual inventory we were doing that memorable Saturday, which is where I'll resume this recollection.

After finally finishing with the brassieres, we moved through the shop steadily, but there was a huge number of items to count, both on the sales floor and in the back room. It wasn't our first inventory, but we had never done one without mom there.

"There's something I'm familiar with," Tommie told me as I sorted and counted at a rack displaying bustiers, each on it's own little hanger. "I've got a white one that I wore under my senior prom dress."

I remembered how sexy my beautiful, blond sister had looked the night of her senior prom, learning then and there in the shop that morning, just why her cleavage had looked so impressive.

"Don't know when I'll ever wear it again, bro, but you know mom. She wouldn't let me just borrow it from the shop."

I lifted one off the rack, looked at the size and asked if hers was a 42DD.

"Several bra sizes and one cup size smaller, bro," Tommie replied, then shared a laugh with me. "As if you needed that information. Okay, shape wear next, and there's a lot of it."

My sister was right about that. Some of the displays were a mess, so I had to straighten them out as I counted. There were a few old fashioned girdles with garters, which I liked handling, but those were nothing that my sister would have any need of.

"Oh, boy," Tommie said, after leading us to a display of lingerie I found much more erotically fascinating. "The really naughty things."

The crotches of the panties and the cups of the bras were open and trimmed in lace. Rather than cover a woman's breasts and genitals, those over the top lingerie sets left bare and called attention to those parts of the female body. I couldn't resist jokingly asking Tommie if she ever wore such things.

"I'd never admit it if I did, Richie. But I might, for the right guy. Who knows?"

I conjured up the picture I'd earlier formed in my mind of Tommie wearing stockings and a black lace garter belt and bra, and imagined her wearing one of those open crotch panties as well. It would be a nice contrast to her pubic hair, what I naturally figured would be blond. It was an exciting thought, but at the same time, I recall thinking, it was also a forbidden one. For certain, that day in the shop was the first time my sister had ever played a part in my sexual fantasies.

"Hey, Richie," Tommie said, interrupting my erotic thoughts. "You're fading away. I asked, how many pink bras?"

Realizing that I'd stopped counting, I , apologized and quickly went back to work. Tommie told me it was no big deal, as it was a tedious job, and she suggested we take a short break.

I made us coffee and we sat at the sales counter on the two stools at the customer side of it, and talked about our years at the shop. Tommie pointed out a few framed pictures against wall behind the counter, of us as children when we sometimes spent entire days at the shop, mom wanting to save the cost of baby sitters. The one that was the cutest, Tommie thought, was her as a five year old, in the crib with me, holding a bottle to my lips. I had to agree with her. It was pleasant conversation, but too soon we had to go back to work.

After moving from a few miscellaneous displays, we got to the pantyhose and stockings. the former, as earlier mentioned, I had no erotic interest in, but the latter, being the necessary companion to garter belts, did get my attention. Even as I tried to keep my mind on counting, I enjoyed a another little fantasy: Making out with one of the young women I'd had sex with, sliding my hand beneath her skirt and finding naked thigh above a stocking top. At least that day dream did not involve my sister. When finished with hosiery, we moved on to something else I had a very personal, erotic interest in: Panties.

"Next up," Tommie began, after we had been counting those underthings for about twenty minutes. She stopped then, and looked at me with a slight grin, as if considering something. "Let's see. How about we do the Vanity Fair panties, the briefs with lace trim."

That gave me a start, as back at home in my bedroom dresser were three panties, two in black, one in dark purple , of that particular brand and style. Hoping my sister didn't notice that my hands were shaking, I quickly counted and gave her the number.

"Gee, Richie, we seem to be short a few," she told me, looking at the Ipad, and then at me. "That's unusual, mom's a stickler for ringing things up correctly. Maybe due to shoplifting, but who knows?"

Tommie smiled and shrugged, then told me to count the bikini version of the same panties. However, handling those underthings did nothing to calm me, as I knew from the first and only time I'd tried on one my sister's panties, those were her personal favorites. I would have worn them myself, but the briefs contained my genitals better.

Over the next hour of counting, I managed to convince myself that my sister's earlier curious look and grin at me, as we dealt with the Vanity Fair panties, amounted to nothing. I was confident that my passion for wearing panties was still my secret.

We eventually took a break for lunch, ordering in pizza. Once it had been delivered, Tommie remembered that there were a couple bottles of champagne in the little refrigerator in the back room of the shop. They were left over from the men's night just before the previous Valentine's day, she told me, and sent me to get one and a couple glasses.

We enjoyed the pizza and champagne, taking the time to talk about things other than women's lingerie. Mostly the conversation was about our upcoming return to our respective colleges. It was a pleasant break, and as stated earlier, I really did enjoy working and being with my sister. After lunch, we spent another couple of hours going through the stock on the sales floor, and then the things in the back room.

"Well, bro, looks like we finally got it," Tommie told me. It was by then late afternoon, and we were pleased with ourselves for doing such a great job for our mother. We knew she would be thrilled that we saved her the bother, and due to her calling every evening to see how things were going, we already knew she was grateful for the job we had been doing all week.

There was one last thing we had not accounted for, I told Tommie. I pointed to the female torso mannequin near the back of the shop, displaying a sexy, black satin corset with red lace at the cups and hem. As far as I was concerned, it was the most erotic article of lingerie in the shop. It always aroused me greatly, when cruising online porn, to see women wearing corsets.

"It was a special order, bro, for a customer who decided she didn't want it. Who knows when it will sell, it's pretty expensive."

I gazed at the corset, and then glanced over at my sister, who was entering something on the Ipad. I imagined how hot she would look wearing it, particularly with stockings fastened to the six dangling garter suspenders. I couldn't resist asking Tommie if she had ever thought about trying it on.

"No, but Gina did once, It was a size smaller than she needed, but it would probably fit me. How about if we find out, bro?"

Surprised, I asked Tommie if she was serious.

"You've pestered me about my taste in underwear a couple of times today, and now you're hinting that you want me to model something for you. Which I'm going to," my sister told me, with a wicked grin. "And you, little brother, are going to try on something for me to admire. Which I will chose. No arguments, no discussion. It'll be fun."

I did not feel I had a choice in the matter, but even if I had, there was not much I would not have done for the chance to see my sister in the corset. I was sure that whatever she choose for me to wear would not be too revealing.

"Alright, Richie, let's get on with it," Tommie told me, walking to the mannequin. Loosening the laces at the back, and finding the hidden zipper at the front of it, she removed the heavily boned garment from the mannequin.

"I'll need you to lace up the back for me, so we can get the fit right. While I put this on, you can get me some stockings. Not seamed ones, it's a pain in the ass to get the seams straight. Judith has some high heels in back, so I'll need those. One can't pad around in stocking feet while wearing something like this." With that, Tommie left for one of the fitting rooms.

Excited that my fantasy of seeing my sister in something so incredibly sexy was going to come true, I quickly followed her instructions. I found Judith's black leather pumps, which I was pleased to see, had high, stiletto heels. I took a couple minutes at the stocking display, finally choosing black fishnets. Having made that choice, I waited eagerly at the fitting room door for my sister.

Tommie soon stepped out, modestly holding the half cups of the loosely fitting corset against her breasts. When she turned around to present her backside to me, I got a good look of what was to come. The rear of the corset was cut high, completely exposing Tommie's sexy butt, which was only partially covered by her lavender bikini pantie My excitement was such that my cock quickly began to harden.

"Start tightening the laces, bro. Not too tight up top, but very much so at my midsection and waist. This thing is made to accent the boobs and butt."

My hands trembled as I slowly worked with the laces, finding it difficult to keep my eyes off Tommie's bottom, which was no more than a couple feet away from the bulge in my jeans. I pulled on the laces as I worked my way down, finally asking my sister if it was tight enough.

"Not yet. I'll take a deep breath and you get it as tight as you can."

I did as told, then tied the laces in a neat bow.

"Wow!" Tommie exclaimed when she exhaled. "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Feels constraining, but in a very sexy way. Well, I'll be out in a few, soon as I get the stockings and shoes on. Get us the other bottle of champagne from the refrigerator and fill our glasses."

I got the bottle, brought it to the sales counter where we had eaten lunch, popped the cork and filled our glasses. Sitting on one of the stools, I immediately drank half of mine, and waited for impatiently my sister come out. It took five or six minutes for my sister to get the garters affixed to the stocking tops and slip on the high heeled pumps, although it seemed much longer to me

"Okay, Richie, I coming out," Tommie called to me from the fitting room. "No laughing now."

Once my sister left the fitting room and walked to where I sat, to stand in front of me, the last thing on my mind was laughing. I had never dreamed that I would someday have a woman as beautiful as my sister present herself to me so erotically dressed.

"So what do you think, bro?" Tommie asked, innocently.

I simply stared, not knowing what to say. The cups of the corset pushed Tommie's full breasts up and out, barely covering her nipples. Her waist, severely trimmed by the corset, accented the womanly swell of her hips.

"I'm getting a little self conscious with you just staring, dear," my sister told me with a grin, then pointedly looked down at bulge in the front of my jeans. "But I'm guessing that you like it."

Although greatly embarrassed by my erection, I finally found the words, and told Tommie that she looked great.

"Thank you, Richie, but this pantie is totally wrong for the look. I should have had you get me a black one, probably a thong. Not being familiar with these things, I should have put the pantie on under the garter straps, not over them. I'm afraid I've ruined the entire effect, dear. I'm sorry."

As Tommie's tone was playful, I wasn't sure just how serious she was about being sorry. I thought that maybe she was right about the lavender pantie, but as far as I was concerned, my sister could not have looked sexier. I assured her that she looked just fine.

"No, Richie. I feel ridiculous. Let me try this."

I was shocked when Tommie turned away from me, bent at the waist, and pulled the pantie down beneath her knees. The view she gave me of her butt was breathtaking. Supporting herself with a hand on the stool next to her, she stepped out of it and laid it on the counter.

"This has got to be a better look, Richie." she told me, looking over her shoulder to where I sat, probably wide eyed with my mouth open.

With that, Tommie walked slowly to the far end of the shop, the towering heels accenting the sensuous movement of her gorgeous, naked bottom. It was the most sexually thrilling thing I'd ever seen, at least it was up to that point. It got even better when Tommie turned around and slowly came back to me and I saw that she was devoid of pubic hair, obviously due to shaving or waxing.

"Much better, bro?" my sister asked, smiling seductively, stopping within a few feet from where I sat.

I managed to mumble that it was, amazed that Tommie seemed not the least ashamed nor concerned, about her nakedness. I was still embarrassed by the bulge in my jeans, but she paid it no more attention.

"Well, Richie, it's your turn now, isn't it?"

I nodded, and immediately became concerned about just what, in light of her exposing so much to me, that Tommie would choose for me to model for her. I watched closely, still admiring the sway of her hips, as she began to walk around the shop, looking at the various displays and racks of sexy underthings.

"A possibility," my sister said, looking over at me, when she paused at the selection of the open cup bras and crotchless panties. She picked up one of each. "You showed some interest in me wearing these, didn't you, Richie?" Tommie said, grinning wickedly, probably amused at what must have been a terrified look on my face.

"No, I don't think so, bro. The bra would look silly and maybe the pantie is a little too much."

Relieved that she made that decision, I watched Tommie wander over to the night gowns and negligees.

"Not these. You've got a lovely body, and I don't want to cover up any more of it than necessary," she told me, "But I think I've known all along what my choice should be."

My concern built as Tommie walked straight to the Vanity Fair nylon briefs, with the lace trim, of course. She picked up a couple of black ones, checking the size rosa-blanca.ru.

"You wear size five, don't you, dear?" she asked, holding one of the panties, laying the other one down.

My secret was out, as I had feared earlier in the day, when my sister had remarked on the count of those particular panties being a little

off. I know I was blushing, feeling ashamed. Tommie walked to me, stopping when she was intimately close, and handed me the pantie. I took it, but had no words to say. My erection faded.

"Don't be embarrassed, Richie, she said kindly. "Mom, Judith, Gina and I are pretty sure that half the men buying panties, or some of the other things we have here, are actually buying for themselves. It's a harmless, sexy little fetish. You're in no way alone, believe me, bro. Besides, it's no surprise you've got such an interest, having more or less grown up in a lingerie shop."

Comforted somewhat by her words, I asked how she had known.

"A couple days ago, when doing my laundry, I found one of your boxers in the dryer. I didn't mean to snoop, but you weren't home, so I just took it up to your room. I remembered from back when I'd help mom with the laundry, that you kept your underwear in your top dresser drawer. That's when I saw your panties. Please forgive me for invading your privacy, and teasing you when we inventoried these things."

Feeling better about the whole thing, I told Tommie it was fine, that I probably had a little teasing coming to me, for my questioning her lingerie choices.

"You know, dear, you really don't have to put that on for me," Tommie said, smiling sweetly.

I looked at my beautiful, erotically dressed sister, the sexy pantie in my hand, and I told Tommie that I very much wanted to.

"I'll be right here, Richie." she replied with a grin on her pretty face, taking a seat on one of the stools at the counter, crossing her long, shapely, fishnet sheathed legs.

In the fitting room, I quickly stripped down and slipped on the brand new pantie, My cock almost immediately came to full erection. It was hard for me to understand how in just a few hours I had gone from being terrified that my sister had discovered my passion for panties, to actually being eager to present myself to her while wearing one. With a final glance of myself in the mirror, I left the fitting room and walked to where my sister sat, her glass of champagne in hand.

"Very nice, bro,," Tommie told me, taking a long look at my nearly nude body, before focusing on my hard cock, which was covered, but not hidden, by the black pantie.

"Does wearing one always have that effect on you, Richie?"

I admitted it usually did, not saying that part of my intense arousal was due to the sight of her in the corset. But I was sure that my sister was aware of that.