Damsel In Distress Chapter 2

'You what?' Helen said.

'Classy.' He repeated performing a gentle twirl cheekily flicking the dress up pver his pert bottom. He was entirely satifsied with the result.

'Don't laugh but I originally envisaged having to wear a skirt not much wider than a belt.'

'Who do you take me for? You'd look like a tart. Or have I mistaken your real desire having preferred to dress like a floozy?'

'No, No, No.' Duncan said sharply. 'If I have to wear a pretty dress, this is the style of dress i'd choose.' He waved his arms loosely at his side feeling the material sway from his jutting out breasts. 'Yes this dress is fine.' He repeated.

Helen smiled broadly. 'Good, don't even think you can wear anything other than a dress.'

He wasn't going to complain any more. Just a token gesture he thought. Whilst adjusting his skirt she placed her hand on the back of his thigh, stroking his silky skin. Then very softly, very faintly, she moved upwards. Tendrils of excitment trickled through him. Through the thin viscose of her dress, she shaped her hand over the curving mound of his buttocks. He squirmed. He clenched his internal muscles. What was happening to him? He moaned his mind began to wander he forgot it was his sister and wanted her to undress him, feel him, openly explore him. His cock throbbed hot and strained for release. She laughed aware how aroused she made him.

'Before we go out i think you need to go to the bathroom,' Helen said.

Duncan blushed and though he remained silent as she fussed with his dress he looked forward to pulling his own panties down and reliving himself.

'Later,' she said directing him to sit back down in front of the dressing table. He swallowed and tried to clear his head. he was so hot he began to worry about soiling his beautiful panties. While he faced the mirror she again rummaged in her bag.

'Are you going to be an ugly duckling or a swan?' she asked, 'lets find out' and she produced a beautiful long auburn wig. Standing behind him she held the base of the wig and stretched it tightly over his head, pulling it down tightly over his scalp.