Sister fucks Cross-dresser brother

"There you go," Sam said with his hands on his hips. "The bra is on."

He didn't have near enough meat to fill out the cups. But it didn't matter. There was something strangely erotic about seeing my brother in my bra.

"I think that bra fits you only too well," I said. "What do you think James?"

He didn't answer. He was staring at Sam like a hungry lion eyes a gazelle. A massive hard-on poked into James' jeans.

"I think further questioning is in order," I said.

I went to the sex drawer and found a pair of silky, leopard-print panties. I tossed them to Sam.

"Try these on," I said. "I think you've borrowed these, too."

"Anything for my big sister," James said.

He pulled off his sweat pants and replaced them with the French-cut panties. Sam somehow made his cock and balls fit inside. The silk bulged to just short of its breaking point.

"Twirl," I said.

Sam spun himself around. He paused and leaned forward to give me a view of his ass. The panties crept up his crack. Wrapped in silk, his rump looked like it belonged to a woman. Sam finished his spin and then looked at me with a sheepish smile.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well," I said. "I think you're a horny, little faggot who likes to wear girl's underwear."

"Yeah," Sam said. "So?"

"So, I think it's time for you to put on make-up," I said.

Sam sat on the stool in front of my vanity mirror. He knew exactly where I kept my make-up tray: the middle drawer on the left side. He pulled it out and started penciling eyeliner onto his lids.

I went over to James, who was still in the desk chair and staring hard at Sam. I kneeled between James' legs and unbuttoned his jeans. His cock sprung through the hole in his boxers. I wrapped my lips around the head. James didn't need much of a warm up. Three bobs on his knob, and he was already tensing to blow his load.

When I pulled back and turned around, Sam was standing there with his hands on his hips. His face was done up like a whore: red lipstick, black eyeliner and purple eye shadow.