5 comments/ 40985 views/ 3 favorites Panty Fantasy-Hurricane Kate Ch. 01 By: eliasrotica3 'A day like any other,' thought Kyle to himself. The view outside his Research Triangle Park office was a little boring with the leaves all fallen and the snow not yet come. It felt good anyway to see the world and the weather. Kept him from getting office fatigue. He liked his job as a senior accountant but he did get a little bored by the routine at times. Still he knew he shouldn't complain. He was paid very well and could work from home when he wanted. His co-workers were friendly and he enjoyed the company of several of them for regular lunches. Margaret and Lin were his favorites. They were both beautiful women but he was too shy to ask either of them out. They seemed very at ease with him and he consoled himself with that platonic intimacy. Whenever he thought about asking Lin or Margaret out on a real date, all he had to do was remember the panties he was wearing as his daily underwear and his hopes died. Neither of them would talk to him again if they knew he was a sissy. Anyone would think he was a freak if they found out. Of course, he could simply stop wearing women's lingerie but he'd tried that path before and it never lasted very long. He was just drawn the delicate satins and silks, the exquisite feel of them on his body, ways that no male clothing felt. The transformation, in his mind, into someone more feminine, sexual, sensual, and desirable. No, taking off the panties wasn't an option. After a pleasant daydream about Lin and sharing her wardrobe, he got himself refocused on the quarterly reports. They were due in a few days and he'd gotten a lot of last minute changes from the different departments to validate. He almost didn't notice when his cell phone buzzed with an incoming text message. "Baby brother! Guess what! In town and need a place 2 stay so I'm here 2 visit u! No hurry home. Nice lady let me in. c u 2nite!" Kyle was really surprised. His sister Kate lived in Los Angeles with her partner, Chris. Had something happened between them? She obviously couldn't go home to their parents who had never recovered after her declaration as a lesbian. Their older sister, Charlotte, was as stuck up as their parents so coming to him was her only resort for family support. He didn't mind the invasion. He had a very nice townhouse with two bedrooms. In fact, he'd taken advantage of the second bedroom to house... his... 'Oh my god...' When Kyle finally re-opened his eyes, he saw Lin leaning over him. Her silk blouse was stretched taut in front by her heavy breasts and he could see the stitching pattern on her satin bra through the material. Her eyes were searching his face with genuine worry. She was so close he could kiss her... "Kyle, are you alright? Should we call 911?" she asked anxiously. A quick glance around showed Tom, Peter, and Margaret were also in his office looking at him with concern. Thoughts of a magical Penthouse Forum moment vanished. 'Okay, I guess I fainted. I don't faint. I wonder why... oh shit,' he thought in quick succession. "He just went dead white!" cried Lin. "Call the hospital!" "No, no, no," he blurted. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Stood up too fast. Got dizzy." He strained to get himself up and eventually Tom and Lin helped him into his office chair. "I'm feeling much better already," he lied. He felt nauseated. Lin put her hand on his forehead and without fail his cock began to swell. "You're awfully clammy," she muttered and then put her hands on his neck, searching for his pulse. She was so close, her breasts were so beautiful, and he could inhale her perfume. He couldn't stop his pants from tenting as his cock got rock hard. "Aw, he's fine. You're giving him a woody, Lin," teased Tom. She jerked back her hands and couldn't stop herself from glancing down. He didn't 'display' well with his cock limited as it was in his personal lingerie but his erection was clearly prominent. Her face still went beet red and led them all quickly out of the office. He couldn't move from the chair until he felt his cock slowly give up the fantasy and soften. He had to deal with reality and a near miss with fantasy girl Lin wasn't his problem. He had no idea how long Kate had been in his apartment. He had no idea if she'd explored upstairs and found his 'special bedroom'. Two decades of keeping his sissy fetish secret might have been shattered out of nowhere. He struggled to pull himself together. Finally, he felt strong enough to stand. He grabbed all the folders he was supposed to be working on and added his laptop, stuffing the pile into his satchel. "I'm going to take a rest at home. Try to shake off whatever this was," he announced as he left his office. Lin was nowhere to be seen. Tom and Peter were looking at him with lewd grins. Margaret stepped out of her cubicle. "We'll hold the fort, Kyle. Go recharge your batteries," she said kindly. Kyle tried calling Kate's cell multiple times in the parking garage and on the road but it kept going right to voice mail. His torture was drawn out for the full thirty minutes of his commute. Finally, he pulled up to the row of townhouses and stopped in front of the one he'd bought two years ago. Kate's beat-up Volvo was in his regular space but he had two for the townhouse so he took the other one. He glanced inside her car. Magazines, random clothes, and papers made a layer of debris everywhere but the driver's seat but he saw no luggage. When he got to the door, he couldn't bring himself to open it. He felt faint and sat on the front step to calm himself. Certainly she'd discovered everything. Of course she knew all his kinky little secrets, the fetishes that aroused him so powerfully but shamed him as well. If he could imagine anyone in the world to reveal his secret to, it would be her but he knew it wouldn't end well. He'd told two other women about his passion, women he'd truly loved, and they'd each walked away in disgust. He couldn't tell anyone he cared about. But he also couldn't leave her there alone. Summoning his shaky courage, he went to face the music. "Kate?" he called out as he opened the door and dropped his satchel in a chair in the room he used as his home office. "Back here, sweetcheeks," she chirped back. He went through the hall to the family room connected to the kitchen. Kate was lounging on his L-shaped sectional surrouned by piles of her baggage. She was watching Avatar on his big 3D TV. "This is amazing! Baby brother, you have the best toys!" He flushed and groaned inside. 'Great, she found my toys too.' "What happened, Sis? I mean you're sure welcome but it's kind of a surprise." She flipped off the glasses and turned off the TV. "I know, I know. Big surprise. Surprise to me too to be honest but it had to be done. I didn't know if you'd really have room for me so I just left me stuff here." "Of course I've got room..." he began, his happiness at seeing his elusive sister again distracting him from the crushing of his entire world. "I didn't want to break in AND assume so I just camped out here. I'm cool with the couch if it's inconvenient." Maybe she hadn't seen anything. Quickly he tried to remember if he'd left around any other evidence. There was tons of incriminating stories and pictures on his personal laptop but that was password protected. His laundry was filled with pretty panties and more but that was in the basement. There might not... He spotted the Cosmo and Elle magazines on the coffee table only partially hidden under a newspaper. He moved over to the table and covered up the women's magazines in the guise of tidying up. "Well, I've got a lot of junk in the second bedroom..." he began, thinking fast. "I could probably get it cleared this weekend, but don't worry about it. I'll take care of it." "Hey, I don't mind sleeping next to your stash of Playboys, bro," she teased. He turned red in the face. "No, no, it's nothing like that. Just a lot of stuff I never unpacked or put out of the way. If you can handle the couch tonight, I'll get you a better place to sleep tomorrow." "Mighty gracious," she smiled warmly. He sat on the edge of the chair. "But what happened?" he asked and then immediately tried to wish the question away. "No, it's all right. I've got nothing to hide. If you've got some wine, it might go easier though..." Panty Fantasy-Hurricane Kate Ch. 02 Fortified by glasses of wine and the bottle between them, Kate leaned back in the couch sighing. "Chris... well, I thought Chris was the one. Don't we always think they're the One until they aren't?"she chuckled weakly. "Caught me by surprise though. I thought we were solid. When I caught him in the parking garage with that slut..." "Wait, him? Him, not her?" Kyle clamped his mouth shut. He was red-faced that he'd asked her that question. "Yeah, I'm a mixed up puppy, Kyle. I love them women but I love the men too. Can't even be a lesbian right." She took another drink and topped her glass. "We can be real here, right brother? If you don't want to hear it..." "No, I'm fine. You're fine. We're all fine and I'm here for you. I'm ready." "Okaaaay. You know when I went to California it was chasing a girl." "Jillian, right?" "Yeah, the perky one. I ran to California just fast enough to stay ahead of the bridges I was burning. It was good for a few weeks until Jillian decided that after sleeping with me a couple dozen times, she wasn't 'into' girls. Lord, I made that bitch scream when she came and she..." Kate was starting to get teary but she slugged down some more wine. Kyle drank just to keep up with her. "There were others, flings, after her but I wasn't finding miss right. I had a job doing...um, fashion." She glanced at Kyle guiltily but he didn't poke at the weak spot. "I met Chris on the job and we got along great. When I found myself in his bed with him inside me, I had an epiphany. Cock feels great!" Even Kyle had to laugh, now that they were both floating a bit on the wine. "I mean, the sex was great. I didn't have any problems getting into being with a man and we got really close outside of the bedroom. He's going to be a pilot. Taking lessons with his money from the movies." "He's an actor?" "I don't think you've seen him anything. Lots of... indie stuff. Anyway, he moved out of the apartment when I was visiting friends in Sacramento. No forwarding address and he stopped showing up to work. I asked everyone we knew and got the message quick that he wasn't interested in talking with me. I don't know what fucking secret he found out that changed everything..." she ended with half-sob. Kyle moved over to the couch and took her into a hug. They sat and rocked for a while as she got some tears to fall. Finally, she disentangled herself. "Thanks, Kyle. It's just hard to drink in a hug." They grabbed their glasses and settled back on the couch, Kate nestled inside Kyle's arm, warm and comfortable. His left hand held his wine glass and his right was around her. It took him a minute to realize that his relaxed fingers were touching her breast. "Oh, sorry," he murmured as his body stiffened. He shifted his body to put his right hand on the back of the couch. "Geez, it didn't bite you," she murmured but relaxed again. "So, not long after that, I lost my job. I guess I was still upset and not behaving properly with the actors. No job, no money, no rent... All signs had me heading back East and the only welcoming door I could think of was yours." "You're always welcome here." He held her for awhile longer before he realized she was snoozing. He almost dozed off himself but he had work to do. She tried to help him put sheets, a blanket, and pillows on the couch though she was more in the way than a help. He lost track of the number of times her ass seemed to get right in the way of him, embarrassing him when his cock got between them. "Good night, Sis. We'll get you sorted out and in the back bedroom tomorrow night." Lights out and Kyle went to work. Walking into the guest bedroom he realized that it wasn't going to be that hard. Moving his closet of lingerie, dresses, and heels would take the most effort, and then the two tall chests of drawers filled with stockings, panties, other lingerie, and his toys. He carefully moved all of it up the pull-down stairs to the little attic. It was clean and heated up there and he had room for it all. Once the guest bedroom was cleared for her, he went on a hunt. Stockings, panties, a bra, and his favorite falsies were in the upstairs bathroom. He felt his heart beating as he gathered them up. 'If she'd come up here...' he thought, and felt like fainting again. He dug the lipstick and other makeup out of the vanity and up it went to the attic. The last part would be the hardest. Sneaking past her to get to the basement where the washer and dryer were. Again, if his sister had chosen to run a load, his secret would have been out. He crept by her, cringed as the light switch of the basement make a loud click as he flipped it, and descended. He had a dozen satiny teddies and slips hanging over a drying line. The washer had regular clothes but a quick search found a couple panties that had snuck in there. A check of the hamper and he fished out the last evidence. Another slow, secret trip up to the attic and he thought he was done. The only things left were the porn on his laptop which he kept encrypted. He thought hard if he'd missed something, but the late hour and all the wine was making sleep call to him. He got his pants off and closed his door. Beyond that, sleep took care of the rest. Down in the darkness, Kate fingered the pair of satiny panties she'd hastily stuffed in her pocket after she'd found them when she'd arrived. She'd thought they might be her brother's girlfriend but now she wasn't so sure... Panty Fantasy-Hurricane Kate Ch. 03 LIN'S STORY My mind was a swirl as usual that morning. My dog, Ceilidh, had been off her food a little so I probably needed to take her to the vet. My weekend was booked between surfing with my friends, hitting the gym, and hunting for a new couch for my condo. I was always changing something about the condo but at least it kept me busy. At least work seemed to be going smoothly. Finish up the pension analysis for a smaller client of the company and I'd be freed up for the weekend. I saved the current file and stood up to get some more coffee. A quick look around the half-height cubicles told me that everyone was working at the office today. I think I enjoyed the camaraderie of the other workers as much as the work. Within days of joining, Margaret was my new BFF. Tom and Peter are chauvinists but I have to confess that I like being the center of their attention sometimes. The wild card in the office was my manager, Kyle Pendleton. Kyle is a smart guy and a wizard with numbers. I've picked up a lot of tricks from him over the couple of years we've worked together. As an added bonus, I think we're becoming pretty good friends. But truthfully? I needed more than friends. Kyle has a slender body and isn't muscle buff like Tom and Peter. Whenever I think of how to describe it I end up at the same place with 'feminine'. He was handsome and an available guy, but maybe it was the way he moved. He just seemed to have a little swish every once in awhile. His brain was certainly far more evolved than the other men which let me let my guard down more easily. I always feel he respects me. If Kyle asked me out, I'd say yes even if it meant I had to move to another division at Werner and Lovett. But he's never asked me out. There had been opportunities: natural ones and ones I engineered but he'd been nothing but a gentleman. I can't do it all. I need a man to make the move. They just need to know that even gentlemen can kiss and more. Now I'm blushing again. Sure I've wondered if he was gay. The jury is out of course but I did catch him flipping through the latest Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue and he'd gotten beet red like he'd been caught with Hustler or something. Just a data point but I'm betting on hetero. I was about to just deal with it and ask him out when I noticed something startling. When Kyle bent over for something, I swore I could see panty lines and the bumps of garter clips at his mid thigh. It had just been a glance but it had really knocked me back a bit. I quickly determined to get some real evidence. I became much more watchful, to the point where Margaret teased me about checking out Kyle's ass. I'd tried to just laugh it away though I doubt she believed me. I kept it up for a couple weeks and every day I saw something suspicious: a bump or line that hinted at bikini panties, a bra, garters, or even a teddy or bustier. There was no denying it. It was always subtle. If you weren't looking for it, you'd dismiss the evidence as a poorly ironed shirt or some other rumple in his clothing. But once you were on to him, it became quite apparent. So now I have to figure out what to do. How could he not be gay wearing panties and women's clothes? It wasn't really the clothes that bothered me but if he's gay he'll never be more than a gay best friend: wonderful by itself but very disappointing. I don't want him to be gay. Tom and Peter are calling me to go out to lunch. I'll swing us by Kyle's office and see if he wants to come along. Wait, did he just faint in there? "Tom! Peter! Kyle just fainted," I yell as I rush into the office. The space behind his desk is narrow but I squeeze in to get close to his face. I feel very fat right now the way my blouse is stretched but I ignore that and look for signs of life. His eyes open. "Kyle, are you alright? Should we call 911?" I ask anxiously. He seems disoriented then I see the tell-tale flick of his eyes to my breasts. Chalk up another big data point for hetero everyone. He starts to mumble something and shift underneath me. The feel of a man between my legs like this sends a completely unnecessary zinger message to my privates and I scramble to get up from on top of him. I'm looking for a way to get off him when his face goes pale again. "He just went dead white!" I cry. "Call the hospital!" "No, no, no," he blurts. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Stood up too fast. Got dizzy." He strains to get himself up and I awkwardly stand too. I get one of his arms and Tom gets the other. We get him back in his office chair. "I'm feeling much better already," he says but I can tell he's lying. I touch him to see if he has a fever. "You're awfully clammy." I touch his neck for his pulse. "Aw, he's fine. You're giving him a woody, Lin," teases Tom. I jerk back and glance down. Kyle has a definite erection and considering that he's probably got the flu or something, I think the election is over and I have found myself a winner. Then I feel ugly and guilty for thinking of that while he's sick and now embarrassed. I know I'm blushing, but I lead the others out of Kyle's office. I rush to the ladies room and splash some water on my face. I can't face Kyle. I can't face any of them. I slip into a stall. I've got a lot to think about.