My Big Sister's SecretsBy Mary LeighPart III (Subscribers: Catch up on the story in Part I and Part 2. )
As I modestly emerged from the closet, I found myself trying to hide my breasts with both arms. I felt funny about this because I had never felt like hiding them before. They just seemed to have become more sensitive somehow. I quickly sat back down at the vanity. From there, I watched in the mirror as they winced at each other sheepishly and once again, I saw them briefly touch lips. Then all of the sudden, Carole turned and told me that she was going upstairs to find some things and that she would lock the door on her way out of the room. I knew now that I had come too far to quit but I wanted desperately to cover myself with clothing even if it had to be a dress. All at once, I felt precariously insecure
My sister handed something to Violet as she turned to leave. Feeling somewhat abandoned, I watched in despair as the door closed shut. Violet stepped slowly and deliberately towards the vanity. She was a year older than Carole and I felt her presence very strongly as she neared my bench. She was just as pretty as my sister, even though I never saw her wear any makeup. She had long straight blond hair pulled neatly into a ponytail. Her jeans fit loosely, as if they had belonged to her father. I knew that by the looks of her tight sweater, she must have worn a larger bra than my sister in order to hold all of herself. Maybe they too, had been filled with extra cotton!
She eased herself down beside me and began to comfort me by placing her warm hand on my shoulder. "Have you ever done this before?" She asked, as she encouraged me to talk. "It's my first time," I stuttered while pretending to feel cold. She watched me in the mirror while she pulled down each of my arms, one after the other, until they rested comfortably in the middle of my lap. At this point, I began to tremble noticeably.
Together we marveled at the surreal image before us. It was painfully evident, as my figure began to emerge. Transfixed conspicuously on the frame of a young boy, my bra seemed to inspire both of us with a sense of excitement. It provoked our imagination as it manifested itself, clean and white against my virgin body. Then she began to talk to me very tenderly, as if I were a girl too. This made me feel a whole lot easier.
Suddenly she faced me and I looked into her beautiful blue eyes. She surprised me by asking me if I ever wanted to love another boy. "Of course not," I said without hesitation. "How could I ever love a boy?" Then in a muffled voice, she said something about feeling the same way and proceeded to present me with a pair of nylon stockings. She called them pantyhose.
"I'll bet you've never tried to put on a pair of these?" She asked, as she held them up and draped them over my recently shaven thighs. "It's not real easy," She said. They were golden brown and just about the most exciting thing I ever held in my hands. Of course I hadn't but I wanted to try. I fumbled with them for a moment and then I began to stick one foot in. She stopped me and began to help me by rolling them up in her hands. Then she told me to gently put my toes into the middle. When I did that, it seemed easy to unravel them up my leg.
I tried to help pull them up but she insisted on doing it herself when she saw my fingers catching on the delicate material. She reminded me that I should never touch stockings without first manicuring my fingernails. She helped me with the other foot and then pulled up both sides gently until they fit snugly in place. This felt heavenly. I especially liked the way they seemed to creep around on my smooth legs as I stepped freely around on the carpet. We sat down together on the bench again and she told me she would paint my nails after she knew what color my dress and shoes were going to be.
My heart stopped again when I heard another knock on the door. But before I could run, I heard the voice of my sister. Violet rushed to let her back in the room. She had brought a pretty hairpiece along with a corset. The hairpiece was fairly dark with bangs and long waves of curls. She placed it on the vanity.
I sensed her interest in Violet's reaction when she deviously showed me the frilly corset. "Now we can really make him feel what it's like," she whispered to Violet with unabashed shame. "I mean her." she said, as she turned to see my response. After examining the corset, I concluded that I didn't think I wanted to wear it because it looked so uncomfortable. My sister must have recalled a previous experience when she agreed but she still looked somewhat disappointed when she placed it in her closet. As she returned to her dresser to find some more clothing, she asked Violet if she was ready to begin preparing my face. Violet seemed rather exited about doing this. She told me that I had a similar complexion to hers and that she just so happened to have everything with her that she needed. How lucky I felt that she even knew which colors would look good on my shade of skin. What a coincidence it was that she had brought her own bag of cosmetics from home. It couldn't have worked out better if she had planned it all along.
Violet didn't waste any time. "First you start with a foundation." She declared while she smeared cream all over my face. It felt so cold and I wasn't particularly fond of the smell either. Very patiently I pointed my face towards hers and didn't look in the mirror. "Now try not to blink." She urged and began to outline my eyes with ink. "This is the hard part." She continued as she methodically refilled her bottle. When she finished, she brushed some red powder on my cheeks. I asked her what it was for. "It's blush," she declared as she smiled and continued to tickle my face. "It puts life in your face and makes you look embarrassed even when your not." That seemed kind of strange to me but I didn't ask any more questions.
As she kneeled down next to me on the bench, I couldn't stop thinking how pretty she appeared to me. Although, I wondered how much prettier she would be with makeup on. "I've never seen you wear makeup." I exclaimed as if delivering a question. Her blues eyes shifted their attention towards mine. "I only wear makeup when my mother makes me." she sighed, "Besides, it's much more fun to paint another girl's face." Then very meticulously, with a fine brush, she applied bright red lipstick to my lips that seemed to taste like strawberries.
Leaning back, she studied my face. "I can't believe how much you look like your sister." She remarked, "You look like her twin." I considered that to be quite a compliment and began to feel very anxious. Finally, she let me look into the mirror.
My initial reaction startled me. I remember spending some time trying to collect myself. It had become quite obvious that we resembled each other significantly. I felt so happy when I saw that I was as pretty as her. The mascara made my eyes look vibrant and alive against the pale cream she had smoothed into my face. She seemed to know exactly how to bring out the unmistakably feminine features in my face. With the blush on my cheeks and ruby red lipstick, I couldn't believe it was me. I liked this sensation because I knew that nobody else would either. I smiled into the mirror as Violet made some last minute adjustments to her work.
My sister had been standing behind us for quite some time while waiting her turn to finish dressing me. As she stood there, she couldn't help but to notice how comfortable Violet and I had obviously become as we laughed and touched each other. It was also obvious to my sister, after seeing the work that Violet had performed on my face, that I was no longer the little brother she had always remembered. She stared into the mirror with an ethereal glare and said simply, "I finally have a little sister." She seemed to be looking right through me as she continued, "I wish I could keep you just like this forever."
Then her dreamy expression turned into that of concern when she turned to Violet and said, "Go ahead Violet, I don't care if you kiss Mary. She's just my little sister." Well, that sort of surprised both of us. "It's obvious," she continued, "I've got a new sister and you've got a new girl friend to play with."
I think Violet was a little embarrassed by this sudden announcement, so I quickly helped both of us by asking my sister if she would show me the dress I was going to wear. She said I needed to be more patient, and that she had not finished. She also told me that she wanted me to learn how much groundwork a girl must go through each morning to make themselves look pleasing and she abruptly pulled my arms up into the air.
Then ever so tenderly, she inserted my hands and slid something delicate down over my chest. I didn't completely understand why this other garment needed to shroud my bra as it did but I didn't care because it looked quite charming to me. It had a lace heart sewn at the top and shimmered from the lights as it hung loosely around my navel. She told me it was made of sheer chiffon and from time to time, I found that I had to return one it's straps back to the top of my shoulder. Violet reached over and made some adjustments to it that seemed to help it stay in place a little better.
...to be continued
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