Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2006 14:56:18 -0500
From: CS
Subject: Playing House 4

Note that all characters and events are purely fictional. Any resemblance
to actual events is pure coincidence.
This story contains depictions of sexual acts between minors. If such
content offends you, please do not read onwards.
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Several minutes later, having recovered from my orgasm, I stepped out of
my room.

I could hear muffled noises coming from Sarah's room and I walked quietly
up to her door, holding my ear close to it.  The sounds had me instantly
aroused, as I could hear the squeaking of bedsprings, as well as quiet
moans coming from one of the girls.  I drew away from the door quickly,
not wanting to be caught and hurried down the hall into the livingroom.

Not really having much to do, I sat down on the couch and turned on the
TV.  I began to flip through channels, looking for something
interesting.  Nothing much was on, but at least it was a way to pass the
time.

Just then, Angie walked in.  She looked at me curiously, then sat down
next to me.

"Matt, the game's over you know." She pointed out giggling, looking at my
clothes.

"Oh...  Er...  Yeah..." I said, blushing slightly.

"Which means you can take them off now." Angie added after a moment, as I
wasn't getting up to go take them off.

"Uhm...  I guess I could..." I said, but made no move to get up, my blush
brightening.  Sure I wanted to take them off, but I had no idea of where
my own clothing was hidden, plus I wasn't sure if Kate would still like
me if I switched back to my male clothes.

There was a long pause as I looked away from Angie in embarassment, not
moving from my seat on the couch.

"Actually, they look sort of good on you Matt." Angie giggled again, "I
guess if you like them you could keep them.  I always wished I had
another sister anyway.  Brothers are mean."

"Really?" I asked.

Angie nodded.

I had never considered myself mean.  I had never meant to be mean at
least.  Sometimes I felt a bit of jealousy towards Angie, she was always
mom's favorite after all, but I was never intentionally mean to her.
Angie's reply sounded honest though - She did think I was mean as a boy.
She liked me better as a sister.

My thoughts were interrupted as Angie's little arms wrapped around me.
She hugged me tightly, saying nothing although the gesture spoke much
louder than any words ever could have.  I pulled her into my lap and
hugged her back, then softly stroked her hair.

Usually I hated Angie.  She was favored by mom.  She always whined.  She
was downright annoying.  But now I was beginning to understand.  While I
still didn't like the fact that she was favored, I began to see it from
her perspective:  She didn't intend to bug us.  It was just the way
things worked out for her.  Inside, she was still just a little girl who
looked up to and loved her older sisters.

My thoughts halted.  "Sisters"?  I wasn't Angie's sister.  I was her
brother.  She only had one sister, I reassured myself.  I was definitely
her brother.  Looking down at my clothing, I blushed a bit, unsure of
myself.  Was I really her brother?  What kind of brother would be wearing
girls' clothing?  My mind began to flood with questions and I sighed,
simply reassuring myself that I was a boy.

I stroked Angie's hair again, finding the sensation of her warm little
body hugging mine reassuring.  She had closed her eyes, and long since
fallen asleep while I was thinking.  I smiled down at her, and turned
back to the TV.  I flipped though the channels for several more minutes,
but finding nothing of interest I finally shut it off and dozed off to
sleep as well, still hugging Angie close to me.