Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 1.

It was one of those crazy situations that you just never believe can happen. I was visiting my sister in San Francisco and arrived at the airport only to find my luggage was in Albuquerque – which was not part of the plan at all.

Iā€™d flown out of Chicago just hours before having been called to come in and interview for a position with an advertising agency, and I was excited about the possibility of a great career move. Iā€™d packed my best suit, a shirt and some shoes, and that was about it. I could be in and out of San Francisco in a coupe of days, and Iā€™d stay over with Jennifer, my sister.

Jennifer is one of those people others look at and think is the perfect sister. However, behind closed doors she could be a little harsh, to say the very least. I think growing up Iā€™d seen a mean streak no one else had been exposed to. Either way, I always knew there was something a little dark about her.

I wouldnā€™t say I am exactly ā€˜sensitiveā€™ to these things, but there was definitely something about the way she would tease me as a child. You just never knew how far it would go. And there was always the possibility it would go to far.

I arrived late in the day, and with the interview at 11.30 the following morning I knew I would end up buying a new suit and a few bits and pieces. Jenn had picked me up at the airport and as we pulled into her drive she told me ā€œDonā€™t worry about your clothes, thereā€™s a mall five minutes away. Weā€™ll get you some things in the morning.ā€

ā€œThanks, Jenn,ā€ I said. ā€œMaybe Dennis has a shirt I can borrow.ā€

Dennis was Jenniferā€™s husband. He was painfully boring and very intense. He was one of the few men I knew that was born with the sad affliction of having absolutely no sense of humor whatsoever. This did, however suit him very well, working for the IRS.

ā€œDennis is away this week,ā€ said Jenn. ā€œHeā€™s doing some training in Los Angeles.ā€

ā€œOh,ā€ I said. ā€œI am sure heā€™ll find that very exciting.ā€

Jenn gave me one of her looks, knowing how much I disliked her husband.

ā€œWell, Iā€™m sure youā€™ll find his sister Devina to be fun. Sheā€™s staying over while heā€™s away. Just to keep me company.ā€

ā€œThatā€™s very thoughtful,ā€ I replied. Iā€™d never met Devina, though Iā€™d heard of her a few times. She was generally though tot be the absolute opposite of Dennis. Any parents who would name their kids Dennis and Devina had to be a little odd. Mind you, they were named Deborah and Devon.

ā€œIā€™ll put a few clothes out in the spare room, and you see if anything fits,ā€ said Jenn as she stepped from the car.

Jennā€™s house is opulent and conservative fitting a middle ranking government servants wife. With no children and few expenses Jenn and Dennis had done very well.

Their marriage was as successful as a marriage can be if youā€™re betrothed is a dead fish, but she seemed relatively happy. She certainly never complained about her circumstances.

As we entered the house I caught a fleeting glimpse of bathrobe swathed woman hurrying up the stairs and disappearing into a bedroom.

ā€œDevina,ā€ called out Jenn, ā€œIā€™m back. Andyā€™s with meā€¦ā€

ā€œGreat,ā€ came a voice from upstairs. ā€œIā€™ll be down in a minute.ā€

***

Devina joined us in a light salad dinner. She sipped the wine, paid me a lot of attention and sat disturbingly close to Jenn. From time to time sheā€™d laugh strongly, and lay a hand on Jennā€™s wrist, lingering a little longer than is quite usual.

I couldnā€™t  help noticing, Jenn wasnā€™t fazed by this at all. She obviously not only liked it, she was used to it and I quickly realized the chemistry between the two women was more than merely friendly.

I was quite sure that beneath the table Devinaā€™s hand was massaging Jenn’s leg, or maybe playing with her a little. She was quite brazen, looking me in the face while sliding her hand up my sisters thigh. I was surprised to find this quite a turn on.

***

After we ate I went upstairs with Jenn. She showed me to the spare room, and suggested I shower.

ā€œIā€™ll find a few of Dennisā€™s things and lay them out on the bed. Try some on and see if any fit. If they do then you wonā€™t have to buy too much tomorrow.ā€

I stepped into the ensuite and closed the door. It was a huge bathroom, and the shower was wonderful after the journey. I stood under the flowing water enjoying the feeling of water cascading over me. I am going to guess about ten minutes passed, and when I came out wrapped in a towel there were a few things on the bed, neatly laid out.

A smart plain white shirt, a suitable shade of ā€˜government boringā€™, and a complimentary tie. There was a suit and some boxer shorts. I wasnā€™t sure about wearing Dennisā€™s boxers. The thought didnā€™t sit well.

Jenn had included some socks and shoes and a couple of more daring shirts, one a dashing shade of beige and one a sharp blue pinstripe that seemed very out of character for Dennis. Perhaps it had been a gift from someone who had never met him.

I tried some things on in the bathroom, the door closed behind me. When I returned to the bedroom there were a few more things. A polo neck sweater and some more shirts. I tried a few more things on, and once more came back to the bedroom. I had the makings of a vaguely acceptable ensemble.

I went one last time to try another sweater on, and when I returned to the bedroom noticed something else on the bed. It was a pair of black satin panties, laid out with calm deliberation next to the boxes Iā€™d been so hesitant about.

I laughed to myself, thinking Jenn was playing a joke.

I took off the shirt I was trying on, and slipped the panties on, to see how they looked and thought I might play along with the joke.

I think I imagined walking into the living room and saying something like ā€œWell the shirts were a little boring, but Dennisā€™s panties are just fabulous!ā€

I checked in the mirror in the ensuite to see nothing was out of place, and then walked back into the bedroom, just as the door swung open and Devina walked in.

I was still grinning after laughing to myself, and Devina took in the situation in a heartbeat. Me grinning, the black satin panties, and then the surprised look of guilt on my face.

ā€œOh my goodness, Andy! I had no idea,ā€ she said in a deep and breathy voice.

ā€œThis isnā€™t what it looks like,ā€ I said.

ā€œOh, I know what this is,ā€ she shot back quickly looking a little shocked, but swiftly going on the offensive. ā€œMind you, they do look rather good on you.ā€

I laughed nervously. ā€œNo, really, you donā€™t know what this is!ā€

ā€œAndy, look at yourself. Youā€™re standing their in a pair of girly panties, getting hard. Now, believe me I know what this is.ā€

I looked down at myself and found to my horror she was right.

ā€œButā€¦ā€

ā€œItā€™s ok,ā€ she said gently walking over to me. ā€œIā€™m not going to tell anyone.ā€

With that she placed her hand under my balls and lightly squeezed though the black silky fabric.

But from now,ā€ she said firmly, ā€œthese are mine!ā€

I was suddenly so turned on I did not know what to say. As I stammered something out, she confidently turned and left the room.


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