My Brother's Panties

When I regained my composure, I realized I must have licked the cum from the mirror. My face was smeared with it, as was Jamie's dildo. Did I pull it from my ass, coat it cum and then suck it off? The evidence in the mirror said yes. That orgasm sent me to a new world; a world of desire; a world from which I never wanted to leave.

No one moved into my room after Greg moved out, so I didn't need to be clandestine. I started to wear Jamie's panties full time in the room, even though they were a bit small for me. They gave me a feel of sexuality. They also conjured up images of Jamie moving around the house and teasing me with his panty clad ass all summer.

I had many mind blowing solo sessions that year. Still, there was something missing. I needed feminine softness. Girls started coming back into my life. How I enjoyed their lips, and sexy ways. I was pretty successful in smooth talking them back to my room for some rousing sex.
To the outside world, I was a man's man. Alone at night, I slipped into my other realm. This was a special place for me; a place where my secret was safe.
Life took a quick left turn for my family. Mom called and told me that Dad had a stroke. She was crying uncontrollably and asked me to come home to help her for a few days.

Taking care of everything with my professors, I left for home. Mom looked like hell. Dad was still in intensive care and things weren't looking good. He died the night I got there.

Jamie didn't come home for the funeral. He told Mom he couldn't get away. In reality, it didn't matter.

I returned to school and would come home every other weekend. Mom was in a bad way. Dad was everything to her, and without him, she let her life slip away. Less than a year later, she died of a heart attack. I think it was a broken heart.

Again, Jamie didn't come home. However, he did sign all the papers making me the executor of the will, and trusted me with the finances. I had an estate sale and everything was sold.