Unwanted Gifts Scene 1

As is the norm, my sister and I try to guess what each of our gifts might be before removing the wrapping paper. As she passed her gift to me, I instantly guessed that it was some vinyl. It was obvious because I’d bought myself a vinyl player with the money I’d got in Xmas tips from my milk round. But is I took hold of the brightly wrapped parcel; approximately twelve inches square and a quarter of an inch thick, I quickly realised that it was too light to be what I’d initially guessed. “A calendar?” I guessed, since it’s light in weight and slightly floppy. My sister smiled and shook her head. I ran my hands over the paper, feeling for clues as to what’s inside. It’s mostly flat, slightly lumpy here and there. “Wall art?” I guessed. She shook her head. I couldn’t guess so turned it over and pulled open the snowman clad paper. Inside I found a square sheet of brown corrugated cardboard which I grabbed and turned over. My heart jumped into my mouth. I gasped. I gulped. I looked at my sister. A smug smile covered her face. “You bitch!” I spat.
“Peter!” my dad snapped.
“You promised!” I growled.
“So did you.” she dryly replied. “Now you won’t have to go sneaking into my things.”
“What is it?” Mum asked
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I threw the gift to the floor and ran to my room. I wanted to burst into tears but fought them back. My head was so very tense as I sat on my bed, cursing my sister’s name and wishing all sorts of ill against her.
Since summer, my big sister has been privy to my biggest secret. It was only a matter of time I guess. Since I’d been a bout nine years old, I developed a kind of fascination with some of her things… not so much her knickers but her tights. On rare occasions I’d borrow a pair from the laundry basket and secretly try them on. Thin ones, thick ones, black ones and blue ones. I loved they way they hugged my legs. But what I didn’t like was how my fascination with wearing her tights led onto me occasionally borrowing other items. All of my own undies have thick seams which create and unsightly ridge. Some of her undies don’t so I began borrowing the odd pair of panties. This led onto to me longing to wear one of her matching knickers and vest sets. The thin adjustable straps intrigued me. It was whilst wearing one of these that my sister sussed me out. She’d suspected for some weeks and laid out some bait for me. I bit and she confronted me. I begged her not to tell and promised I wouldn’t do it again. After a heartfelt conversation, she promised me she wouldn’t tell… providing I asked in future. That was all well and good but the thing is, I couldn’t pluck up the courage to ask. My thoughts returned to the present. I bet my sister’s downstairs telling my parents all about me; the little pervert, the sissy faggot… “Bitch.” I said under my breath.
“I hope you mean your sister and not me.” my mother said.
I turned to see her in the doorway. Tucked under her arm is the gift that caused my outburst. “So what’s all this about?” Mum asked. I could only reply in gulps, so I did several as she sat beside me and placed the gift on her lap. It’s the sort of gift I’ve longed for but the manner in which it was presented has made it the last thing I want. Folded neatly around a square cardboard backing is a pair of lacy knickers and a matching bra (or ‘boy-shorts’ and a ‘bralette’ as the packaging states), a lacy suspender belt and the tops of a pair of stockings; all arranged as they’d be worn. If my sister had given it to me in private, I’d have been delighted. I’d have worn the ivory garments at the earliest opportunity… but presented in the way they were, it’s the last thing I want. Since it took mum a good three or four minutes to follow me up to my room, I presume she’s spoken to Hannah about the gift she gave me. I take a deep breath before asking, “What did she say?”
“What do you think she said?” Mum asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. “Dunno.” I grumbled.