My Sister Cheryl (sibling incest, cross dressing, panty-pooping, light scat) ADULTS ONLY copyright: 2005 My sister Cheryl and I had always had a close, if not precisely traditional sibling relationship. Growing up without a father-figure, I had no-one to model masculine behavior for me to imitate. Added to this situation was the fact that our mother had to be gone on business most of the time, in order to support the private tutors who educated us. From an early age, we were each others only real playmates, living on a secluded farm in up-state New York. Cheryl was my principal role-model, and my mannerism developed with a decidedly feminine slant. Eventually I began to be bothered by the fact that I wasn't biologically female, since females were the only others around it seemed. Cheryl reassured me though that I didn't have to alter my behavior in anyway-in fact she said she even thought of me as her little sister. From this point on, my relationship with C was sealed, I wanted nothing more that to be her cute little sister, and was overjoyed when she began dressing me each day, in the clothes she had out grown. My favorite was her old school uniform, and that is still my favorite outfit to this day, when combined with a pair of cute white satin panties, with just a touch of lace at the waistband. Together we played dolls and doctor, horsie and house, often taking long walks and picnicking in the pleasant green countryside. One day when you were fourteen and I was ten, after a nice picnic, we both began to feel the need for the toilet, however there were none anywhere near. I began to squirm around in desperation, with my hand pressed between my legs, and my legs pressed tightly together. "What's wrong baby sis?" you cooed, lightly and playfully tugging on the curly pig-tails that you had put my hair in earlier. "I have to go potty," I whispered urgently as though people could hear "and I can't hold it much longer!" "I do too," you replied and then after a moment to think "tell you what...there's nobody out here, so why don't we just go in our panties like when we were little?" I giggled in spite of my urge, and then without really even considering it said brightly "O.K." In fact though, I had no choice. My bladder let go and soon there was a warm stream running down my legs. I quickly assumed a squatting position so as not to soak myself completely, allowing my piss to run straight down out of my panties. The look on my face must have been obvious and enticing, and soon you too are squatting down in front of me, hold my hand as you wet yourself. "Ooh it feels nice doesn't it sis? Just letting yourself go ahead and wet your panties is so nice." you sigh. I later realized of course that you were old enough to truly be turned on by this, and although I was too, my capacity to understand just wasn't yet there. "I have to poop as well." she whispered, and so did I. My little sissy-girl ass was indeed quite full, so much so that my tummy was bulging a little. "Let me go first." You said breathlessly. "That way you can see me do it and it will be easier." That was my sister, always looking after me. I felt so loved that she would intentionally push a big load of stinky poo into her panties for me. I told her this and she smiled at me, still holding my hand, as she began to push. "I can't believe I'm doing this Wylie, I'm going to shit my little panties right here with my little sister watching me!" Indeed I was watching. "Sis, turn around and lift your skirt up so I can see you do it!" I said, breathless too now with the dirty act we were both about to willingly commit. You bottom looks so pretty to me, encased as mine are in a pair of very feminine satin panties, although yours are bright pink. My fingers travel to touch your ass lightly and you gasp as I do. Now however, the time has come for you to fill your knickers with shit. You pass a little gas that wafts up to my nose, but I am so entranced by our actions that it doesn't smell bad at all. In fact, I like it. A lot. Now I hear a strained grunt as you push down hard. There is a soft crackling, squelchy noise as your panties suddenly balloon outwards in a large mound. Your mess is just dry enough not to soak through instantly, but soft enough that I can see it squeezing into every contour of you body, down into your crotch, and up into the cleft of your ass. "Oh god..." you hiss urgently as your mess fills your pants "this is so good...feels so good...." I am now bursting with need to poo, and having seen your reaction, bursting with the desire to dirty my own sissy pants. In my own case, no straining is necessary, and soon the air is filled with the scent of two dirty girls who intentionally poo-ed their panties. My tender young anus stretches suddenly and then I can feel nothing but a soft warmth in my seat as I helplessly shit myself. You gather your little sister into your arms, smiling as you inhale the strong smell of shit we have produced together. As we embrace, our hands instinctively find their way to each other's bottoms to press our poop up higher between our cheeks and out across the globes of our asses. Then, hand in hand, we make our way home, savoring the warm messes that caress our bottoms as we do so. Catching Up To celebrate my ascendancy into young adulthood, I went to visit you in you the place you now call home, southern California. I've learned to guard my true nature, but I am overjoyed to find that once we are home from the airport you want nothing more than for me to be your little sister again. "This is California sweetheart, you see all kinds of things here." Without another word we dash upstairs for you to dress me, and do my hair and makeup. I love the way you pamper me like a little doll, making a fuss and telling me what a cute sister you have. There's no need for blush, as I am positively glowing with your praise. "I go to a nightclub where there are always lots of boys in skirts!" you grin. "Tonight, I'm going to take you there." With a head full of ganja we head out the door. You've dressed me a little more adult now I realized, pleased that your outlook on me has matured a little, even though I know I'll always be your little sister-pleated skirts are my favorite you know. That thought makes me smile as you drive us downtown, my head swimming with the glow of the city lights. The dark and noise of the club is a little intimidating, but you take my hand in yours and give it a gentle squeeze to reassure me. "It's a little more quiet in the back." you shout, and so we make our way to a secluded booth. For the first hour, we simply catch up on our lives, paying no heed to the fact that we have been downing drinks continually. Eventually however the drinking catches up with us and I realize that I need to pee desperately. "Cheryl I can't use the guys, I just can't and they won't let me use the girls!" "Sweetie, with this thick carpeting, the noise, and the dark, we could piss our panties all night and no one would ever know!" you smile lecherously, and I giggle in spite of myself! "Piss my panties in public? Are you serious?" "As a heart attack sis. How about if I do it with you? I'll be just like old times!" With that, my mind began to wonder back to that day long ago when we deliberately pissed and pooped ourselves. With my skirt pulled back, I scooted to the edge of my seat, and began to let go. You grasp my hand and pull it between your legs, and I am rewarded by the feel of your hot urine soaking you pants crotch. My cock instantly springs to life, although not enough to inhibit my pissing, knowing that I'm touching my sister's wet panties and willfully pissing my own. You press my hand hard into yourself, and gaze into my eyes as my fingers begin to feel wet with something other than your warm pee. You have never looked more beautiful than now, and I realize that I am truly an adult, with an adult's passions and needs. With your other hand, you gently begin to caress the stiffness that presses out into my knickers, and your face leans closer. I can smell your girlish scent, so achingly familiar and wonderful and as our lips come together, we release our bladders completely in a hot searing panty-pissing kiss that has been coming our whole lives. My head is spinning with desire and there is no doubt that we should be leaving. I sigh. "Can we go? I have to do more than just pee." "Of course baby sis. Let me take you home where we can play." We are both a little tipsy as we head out the door, leaning on each other for support. As we walk the few short blocks to the car however, my intestines flex with need, and I realize that a huge column of poop has slid down from my colon to completely fill my little rectum. I squirm and walk gingerly, trying to keep from pooping my panties in public. I am so wrapped up in my own pressing need that I do not notice your own actions, which mirror mine. As we approach the car I hear you hiss "Oh sis, I can't make it! I'm going to mess myself!" Finally I realize I can't hold it either. I look into your eyes and wrap my arms around you. "Let's just give up Cheryl...let's not even try...." And with that we lean against the car and our lips come together a second time, only this time, we relax completely into each other, the simultaneous anal release causing us to gasp with desire as we begin shitting great stinking brown messes into our panties. The drive home is a blur. It probably wasn't a good idea for us to be driving at all, but neither of us was about to chance a taxi with our panty-bottoms sagging with so much hot shit. The hot poop squeezes delightfully against our bottoms as we settle into the cool leather seats of your car. For the duration of that short ride I lay my head in your lap and you stroke my curls as I inhale great lungfuls of your sexy shit scent. "Oh sis" I cry out helplessly "Your poop smells so good! Can we stay like this for awhile, please; I need to smell your poop!" "Oh you are a dirty little sissy aren't you?" you smile, without a hint of malice. It's true, I am your little sissy-girl, and I now know that's all I want to be. We burst through the door from the garage, and head straight inside, dashing up to your bedroom. Before you can utter a word I have dropped to my knees behind you. "Please..." I cry desperately "Let me see and smell your poo!" "You can do more than that." you smile, as you lift up the hem of your skirt to display the bulging brown mound pressed against your gorgeous ass. I have never seen or smelled anything as wonderful, as I bring my face in close to you ass. Soon my pretty sissy face is pressing into your mound, and I can feel the moisture of your shit beginning to seep through the satin and dampen my face with your filth. The smell is almost overpowering, but my desire for you is even more so. "Yes, baby girl, push your face into your sister's shitty panties..." you hiss, "Here's some more!" And with that my face is momentarily pushed outwards as you force more shit into your panties. Crazy with lust and love I open my mouth and begin to drag my tongue across your shitty panty ass, tasting for the first time, my own sister's stinking shit. "Yes...yes...lick my pooped panties..." you moan obscenely, making a gentle circling motion with your hips, to gradually smear your hot poo all over you ass against my slut face. Slut. Yes, that's what I am...a sissy slut, for my sister, an incestuous little shit-slut for my big sister. I sigh happily burying my face into you, listening to the squelching noises, delighting in the way your panties conform to the shape of my face as I press it into your shit. "Does that taste good baby sis?" you smile adoringly down at my face, which by now is faintly tinged with a thin sheen of brown, my make-up having smeared rather whorishly on my face. I notice a cute red lip print right in the center of you panties, right over your anus. "I love your poo taste sis!" My voice shrill with my sissy desires. At this point I just want to be your toilet slut...anything to show you what I sissy-shit girl I am for you. Soon however, you want to join in our filthy play, and without a word you pull me up onto the bed with you. Our hands find our way immediately into each other's pooped panties. We no longer care about the smell or the fact that we haven't even undressed, although we now begin fumbling to get naked. Our hands however, are already covered in shit though, so our clothes are quite soiled. Our shitty fingers play in each other anuses, massaging our shit into our asses, and finally bringing them up to rub against our bellies, our breasts, and across each others faces. We finally orgasm together as we share our first shitty French kiss, exchanging our shit lovingly in each other's mouths. Finally, stripped down to nothing but panties, we roll into the satin sheets, making your bed filthy, knowing that we will sleep tonight, bathed in each others shit, as we were always meant to.