You know how it is. There are those jobs around the home that you put off for as long as possible, but all that does is to make them even worse. One of those jobs is to clean out all the old junk from the storage cupboards in the garage. Not a terribly hard thing to do, is it? Could it be that one really doesn't want to throw away the memories?

The time had come where it couldn't be put off any longer, so the following Saturday afternoon saw me pulling a whole lot of old stuff out and putting almost all of it into the boot and the back of the car for transport to the tip. Peter was busy (I hoped) weeding garden beds, while Cate was sorting through and re-organising the kitchen cupboards.

Now I was down to the last drawer, which seemed to be full of Jodie's school things. Jodie is my own daughter, now away at an interstate university studying marine biology. All the old books were no use, so they joined the rest of the stuff to be thrown out. The last item was a plastic bag, which turned out to contain her Year 10 uniform: white blouse, pleated skirt (which I'd always thought was far too short) and black Mary Jane type shoes. I put them all into the big bag for the charity clothing bin.

Ah. Wait a moment.

Was it possible?

As I examined the mental picture that formed in my mind I was sure that three years ago at 16 Jodie was about the same height and general size that Peter is now. The more I thought about it, the more sure I became that those three items would be a reasonable fit on Peter. Yes, the idea of the "naughty schoolgirl" was very appealing. However I would need to buy another item from that shop....

*****

Unfortunately I couldn't get to the "toyshop" before Wednesday night, but a different scenario soon formed in my mind.

"Up to your room" I told Peter after his mother had gone off to her art course. On the way I collected the things I'd need from their hiding place. By the time I'd got to his bedroom he was already getting undressed.

"Put these on" I ordered, placing the bra, garter belt, tan nylons, panties and his mother's white high-heeled sandals on the bed. There were also some sports socks to stuff into the bra cups. It didn't take him all that long to get dressed, to our mutual delight.

"Ok, now put these on" I said, handing him Jodie's old school blouse and skirt.

"But Dad, these used to be Jodie's" he said after a few moments, blushing deeply.

"Yes, what of it?" I demanded.

"She's.... she's my sister" he finally blurted out.

"Oh? She's really your step-sister, and in any case you had no problem wearing your own mother's lingerie. Did you?" I added in a slightly amused tone. "These are her outer clothes, not her intimate apparel."

"But Dad.... "

"But nothing Peter. Put the blouse and skirt on now, or I might have to tell your mother about your smoking."

He looked a bit scared and then hung his head for a minute or two. After further urging from me he finally took the blouse and awkwardly slipped his arms into the sleeves. Still blushing and obviously reluctant, he slowly did the buttons up. It was a reasonable fit, although Jodie's breasts had not been as large as the sock-stuffed bra cups. This was definitely not a disadvantage!

"Now the skirt" I said, handing it to him. "The zipper goes on the left side of your waist."

Still reluctant and blushing slightly, he stepped into the skirt. I had to hold his arm to steady him on the high heels. Bending over, he pulled it up around his waist and after a bit of fumbling finally managed to zip it up and do up the catch at the waist.

"Ah yes. Very nice" I said, smiling encouragingly. "Now sit on the bed and cross your legs" I ordered. This produced a very appealing display of nylon-clad thighs, with more than a glimpse of stocking tops. My erection became rigid.

"Put your hands on the bed behind you and lean back" I said. He did, and with his back arched the socked-stuffed bra cups made very nice tight mounds in the front of the blouse. My cock began to seep pre-cum inside my underpants. I sat on the bed beside him, slipped my arm around his waist and turned his face towards mine with my other hand. He was looking at me expectantly, his lips slightly parted.

"Daddy.... " he said faintly, after I'd kissed him softly and lingeringly on the lips.

Drawing him close to me, I began to kiss him hungrily, slipping my tongue in and out of his mouth. At first I could feel him trying to pull away a little, but after a little while I felt his body relax against mine. My hand cupped over the sock-stuffed bra, and as I slowly fondled it he pressed himself into me.

Moving my hand down, I placed it on his knee and slowly slid it up his thigh, over the lovely texture of the nylon. Further up my hand slid, under the skirt, right up his nylon-clad thigh. Over the stocking top my hand slid, across the bare flesh above them until it reached the legband of the panties. He drew a short, sharp breath when I ran the tips of my fingers slowly up and down the small hard ridge in the front of the silky panties.

Standing up, I took off my belt. Pulling Peter's wrists across each other behind his back, I used the belt to bind them tightly together. My cock gave another throb at the sight of the loops of hard black leather tight on his wrists. Sitting back down, I drew him close to me, kissing him hungrily while I fondled the tightly sock-stuffed bra through the blouse.

Laying him back on the couch, I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled it open, then fondled his "breasts" again. Reaching down I bundled the skirt up around his waist, then groped and fondled his groin and ran my hand slowly up and down over the ridge in the front of his panties.

"Daddy.... ?" he asked as I unzipped and pushed my jeans down around my thighs. His eyes widened as my underpants followed them and my hot throbbing cock sprang to attention. The red and swollen head glistened with pre-cum.

Without answering I lifted the legband of the ivory-toned panties. Taking the head of my cock, I guided it under the legband, opened his legs with my knee and slowly lowered myself onto my stepson, my legs between his stocking-clad thighs. I let out a long and satisfied sigh as I felt the knob of my throbbing member slide up under the soft silky material and over his soft warm skin. It was just touching the side of Peter's small hard cock. Mmmm, it all felt good!

Pausing for a few moments to savour the sensations, I began to slowly move on him, sliding my hot, throbbing and rigid member between the silkiness of his skin and the panties. By this time I was so wound up that it didn't take long before my excitement mounted to the point where I couldn't hold back any longer.

With a series of low grunts and gasps I shot my load of hot, thick seed inside Peter's panties while he gasped under me. Again and again my hot rigid organ pumped it out, until my climax slowed and finally stopped. Sliding my cum-coated member out from inside the panties and sitting up again I could see a great wet patch in the front of them.

I fixed up my own clothes and then released Peter's bound wrists before putting the belt back on. As it was now after 8pm I told my still slightly dazed stepson to get into his own clothes.