2T4U/Jack/Aaron Sissy/Attic/Force Panties/Press/Finish
Like hell you're going to let your sissy little brother come again before you've even had your turn! All morning you've been rock hard and he's the only one that's gotten one off. Fuck that.
Taking a deep, steady breath you pull the obviously too small undergarment away, toss it in the box, and reach for the other. The brief absence of your touch elicits a pathetic whimper before another little moan as you press the next pair against his hips, and his stiff little cock. Unlike the first this pair seems to have just enough material to snugly hold his androgynous hips. "This'll do," you confirm to yourself, standing as you press the girlish garb into his chest.
Finally snapping out of his lustful trance he reaches for the panties, inspects them briefly, then looks up at your face for long enough for a shy smile to cross his face before returning his inspection. You watch him for a moment as his fingers slowly caress the material. "Well, cutie, do you think these are good enough for you?" The wriggling makes a comeback alongside a curiously feminine giggle as he slowly nods. When he doesn't immediately obey your dick's telepathic cue that "now is the time" you continue, "Well, then shouldn't you put them on? Hurry up. I want to see that cute ass of your in those cute panties." His head snaps up at that, biting his lip at your lustful smirk. Then he turns his head away and starts looking around for . . . wait, looking around? What is he looking for? Your brow furrows as he suddenly stops his search, gazing in the direction of a dilapidated shelf acting as a sort of space divider. It isn't until he turns and takes a step toward the shelf that your lust-addled mind catches up. Oh, duh. He's looking for a place to change. Cute. He's still shy even after jerking off in front of me, while staring at my cock. You chuckle at the memory.
Should you let him go?