Intimate desire, of ** that is

Well, I guess I'm here to confess to a little kink I have. I grew up in a normal suburban life, married parents, siblings and all that. I have a twin sister, and as kids until we hit puberty we shared a room. And you know what made me jealous? All those pretty ** and camisoles she wore. I would borrow them, push my ** between my legs and prance around in the mirror, I liked that look, a tummy and ** cupping her **, which even as a kid was pronounced.

Now as a grown man I give into my 'thing'. I buy women's pretty underwear, and I dress in ** and I prance in front of the mirror remembering my pretty sister in her **. I'm sure that as a grown woman she isn't the same, but when she wears a bikini I can still muster up that feeling. Of jealousy, that's all.