I found an old t-shirt, something I wore three or four years ago that had gotten shoved to the back of my drawer. It was tiny. It would mold to my bod...y and hug my firm, little titties. I bet it would show a good inch or two of my belly. I smiled as I pulled it on.It. Was. Tight.I had to wiggle to pull it over me, feeling the material stretching around my body. I gasped when it crossed my nipples, stimulating my little buds. I groaned, my pussy getting so juicy and wet. My naughty panties. My dick was still hard but i was not concentrating on my masturbating... i looked in the direction of the sound... it was a dark corner of the room but there was nothing... then I saw the adjoining door move very slightly... and the suitcase stand was pushed out a bit... I looked but did not see or hear... maybe it is just sound from the next room and the door was ajar before.... i was jerking off and beginning to get back into it but still fixated on the door.... then I see the door moved. Afraid Abby had left, he sat up, then he heard his bathroom door open. Moments later, she appeared in the bedroom, wearing one of his shirts, which dangled almost to her knees. Her hair was a bit tousled, and when she saw that he was awake, she smiled and flushed a little. Greg thought the blushing only made her look more beautiful. ‘Good morning,’ he said. ‘Good morning,’ Abby replied. She slipped out of his shirt, joined him on the bed and snuggled against him. Greg put his arms around her.. I was very close in size to my twin sister, and just about all her clothes fit me. Most of my older sister's clothes fit me as well. Not that I had tried any of it on yet, but my sisters claimed they couldn't wear any of their old clothes anymore anyway, so they gave it all to me. They and my mother all bought new clothes. My twin sister Sheila wanted me to give her my clothes, but I was reluctant at first.As the weeks went by, I noticed that there wasn't a single boy on the street anymore.