Snippets: Girls

It is Spring.
Vast mists cover the Five Lakes.
My dear, let me buy a red painted boat
And carry you away.
-Wu Tsao

I really liked having my sister-in-law Cristy at the house even though I wasn’t sure it was such a good idea at the beginning. But Jack assured me she was a good girl. Having an 18 year old running around could have been a nightmare, and I did not want to become some kind of wretched disciplinarian. But from the moment she came into the house I changed my mind, she reminded me of myself when I was her age – fifteen years ago. Utterly. In fact I looked almost exactly like her when I was twenty, I wonder if Jack remembers that? I remembered being so depressed when I had realized that my wonderful blonde locks faded to this dishwater blonde, and then my hips grew, my belly expanded, and . . . here I am – even though everyone tells me I still look 21. Fact is, I’m 33 pushing middle age. But we’re the same height, same torso, and I bet we are even close to the same weight, though she’s got to be lighter than me, AND I know she doesn’t have to work out to be where she’s at like I do.

Cristy has this wonderful combination of diligence and care free. Pleasant, no attitude. Having grown up in a family of three brothers I’ve always known how to handle men, but I’ve never had a sister. Her situation is also the same as mine, with two brothers. At the beginning Jack dominated the time with her (as men do), with their ‘catching up.’ But I’ve really been picking my opportunities with Cristy lately. And we’ve found time in the afternoons to go for walks or play Scrabble. She just takes me back, to my younger, my wild years – but I definitely know she’s not wilder than I was. No one was.

On a sunny warm Saturday morning, Jack had left for a meeting with a number of his investors and I knew he wouldn’t be home until nine or ten that evening, and Cristy was sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee having just gotten up. I really wanted to do some shopping and I thought this would be a perfect opportunity.

“Cristy, you want to do a little shopping with me this afternoon?”

She looked up from her cup, “I’d love to Sam. It’ll just take me a minute to go get ready.”

We were out the door and in the car in no time, deciding on the indoor mall because that’s where the best clothes shops in the area are. And we were definitely focused on clothes. I wanted a treat for myself and Cristy mentioned that she wouldn’t mind looking at lingerie, which I haven’t thought about for years. After ten years of marriage I come ‘unwrapped’ now. Lingerie shopping would be fun so we decided to do that first.

As we were driving along Cristy had her hand up by her face holding her hair back and I kept glancing at her with a sideways glance and could not get the image of myself-in-her out of my head. Her breasts were definitely smaller than mine, no sag at all. Mine were gradually sinking down now year by year – but I had more to begin with. She had these wonderful little girl hips, and she always wore dresses (just like I once had).

“You like staying with us?”

“Oh yeah, it’s great – Jack and you are wonderful.”

“I really appreciate everything you do around the house. You’re certainly more responsible than I was when I was your age.”

“Thanks.”

“I was actually a lot like you when I was eighteen. I even looked like you.”

Cristy turned and looked at me, “Really! Thanks! I think you are so beautiful.”

I drank in the compliment. “Thanks. I used to have blonde hair like you, almost the same. But now its turned this dishwater blonde, almost brown . . “

“You can always color your hair! I love your hair, the way it hangs at your shoulders mine is so thin.”

“Thin? I would give anything to have hair like you again.” I looked in the mirror. “I could color couldn’t I? Wouldn’t Jack be surprised!”

And we bantered like that on our way to the store. We decided to go into the lingerie shop first.

“I haven’t bought anything like this for myself in a long time. Jack and I are way past this. I come unwrapped now.”

Cristy looked up at me and smiled, “Well it’s time you had a treat for yourself.” She was looking at baby doll nighties, which I remembered seeing her wear.

I went and picked up a nice panty and camisole top set – red my favorite color – almost exactly what I used to wear and held it out to her. “What do you think of this?”

She felt the material, “Mmm, nice.” And she took the panties in her hand and looked at them front then back.

“We can get you some panties too.” Cristy looked at me, “Panties, uh.”

I continued, “My treat.” I figured she had a budget.

“You’re going to get this for me? No, really. I have money.”

No for all you do, let me treat you – indulge you today.”

She reached over for an instant and took my hand. “Thanks. Lets find something for you too.”

We wandered through the store and really indulged ourselves. Cristy was most attracted to a slutty little number that was in the stores ‘naughty’ collection. There were corsets that rested under your bosom, latex and shiny plastic panties and tops. Little nurse outfits, which was funny because I AM a nurse – I said ‘I can get that stuff anytime.’ Cristy said, ‘bet it doesn’t look like this.’ She was right.

Cristy talked me into getting a cream colored corset, with matching garters and stockings. She had been really taken with that one. There were also these wonderful french wrap around panties that i thought would look great on Cristy’s little girl hips and we got those. There were some push up bras which tended to make Cristy bustier so I got two of those for her as well, and then one for myself for good measure. On me it would really be a ‘saucy wench’ look. We knew our sizes and the store was busy so we picked out what we thought we would like and then whatever wasn’t right we could always take back (it would be another outing for us).

“We can model what we got for each other when we get home,” I said to Cristy as we got to the counter and I pulled out my credit card to buy everything.

She just responed, “OK,” as she watched everything get rung up.

It came to $364. For some reason I really wanted to see her in the red camisole and panty set.

“Wow!” said Cristy as she saw the bill, “That’s a lot of underwear.”

“At home we’ll model our finds like the fancy shops, and get some wine too.” So we stopped by the liquor store on the way home.

When I got home I went to the kitchen and took the large bottle of Merlot and opened it and then grabbed two glasses. I had sent Cristy upstairs to my room with the bags of stuff, and when I entered with the two glasses and our Merlot, Cristy was sitting on the bed laying out all the various shapes patterns and outfits of lingerie we got.

“We kind of went wild,” she said as she looked back at me. She was excited though, that feeling you get from shopping is so exhilarating.

I walked into the room, “We can take some of them back, but I really like everything. Here . . .” I poured out a glass for Cristy gave her the Merlot, and then poured one for myself. We managed to drain the first glass quickly, I think we were both a little nervous. I loved looking at her, it was a perfect reminder of my past. I was reliving my young body in her, as she stood in my room wearing this slight fine fabric little flower dress, bare feet and fine blonde hair, pink cheeks. Was she blushing?

I poured her another glass and was starting to feel a nice little buzz myself when I sat down sipping my wine and said, “you first.”

She looked at me, “Youth before beauty?”

I just said, “Something like that.”

Then she stood in the middle of the bedroom, pausing and looking my direction. I teased her along, “Go ahead. I can turn around if you want.”

“No no. I’m just a little shy.” And she turned her back to me and lifted her dress up over her head. I saw this lovely heart shaped behind. She wasn’t wearing panties today! I was so surprised to see the immediacy of her nakedness. She turned around and faced me now and I said with surprise in my voice, “You weren’t wearing any panties young lady.”

She just said, “Not today. It’s so hot.”

I just responded, “I’m just not brave enough for that anymore. But when I was your age . . .”

She turned toward me and walked to the bed. I was genuinely getting aroused looking at this little girl standing before me. Her blonde bush had the finest hairs and her breasts were as pert as I could have imagined from looking at her under her dress.

“Which one should I put on first?”

“This one.” It was the one I had picked out first, the one I most wanted to see her in, though I loved them all. It was the flaming red camisole and panty set. Red, silk and very sheer almost see through. The crotch of the panties had a pattern that made an arching V down between her legs with a shiny fabric, and there were these cute little white fluff balls that hung down on the back. Little toys for little boys. I felt like I was looking in a mirror into my past, and I began to untuck my shirt and kick off my shoes. I felt warm sipping my Merlot.

She looked at me as she slipped the camisole over her head and stood directly in front of me wearing only the red thin fabric top which hung down to her waist, her blonde bush was directly in front of me as I sat on the bed.

She pointed at me, “You can take your top off and get ready too. I might not be so shy if I weren’t the only one undressed.”

I drained the last of my second glass and lifted my top over my head. My head was swimming a little.

She was now sitting on the bed behind me, still no panties on, “Here let me get that for you,” and she was unclasping my bra and helping me slide it off my arms.

I sat now in my pants and no top, she in a top and no bottoms. We laughed a little at the juxtaposition of our state of undress. I poured us our third merlot.

“Here,” I handed her the panties, “now these.”

She rose again from the bed and was openly staring at my breasts. I crossed my breasts with one arm as I held the panties out to her.