There were never such devoted sisters.
Never had to have a chaperone, no sir,
I'm there to keep my eye on her.

Caring, sharing
Every little thing that we are wearing,
When a certain gentleman arrived from Rome
She wore the dress and I stayed home.

All kinds of weather, we stick together
The same in the rain or sun,
Two different faces but in tight places
We think and we act as one. Uh-huh.

Those who've seen us,
Know that not a thing could come between us.
Many men have tried to split us up but no one can.
Lord help the mister who comes between me and my sister,
And Lord help the sister that comes between my man and me!

 

Devoted Sisters          by: Sara Rêver Éveillé

Part 1

It was just two years ago when our family was destroyed in a tragic accident. We were driving back from a holiday in the Lake District when our car was in a head on collision with a truck. Mom and Dad were killed instantly, leaving me Simon, and my twin sister Claire as orphans, we were just 14 years old.

For months we were passed from council home to council home life was at times hard to bear but we were young and at least they kept Claire and I together. That in itself however proved to be a major problem in trying to get us adopted, it transpires not many families want to adopt two teenagers. And so it was that we found ourselves at Ravendale Hall the fourth residential home in 18 months.

Ravendale Hall was a big rambling old pile in the middle of the Lincolnshire Wolds it was a home for children under 16 who were 'long term' boarders looking for adoption. Life there wasn't bad, we had a reasonable education, the facilities were good and the people who looked after us tried they're best to give us a stable family life. That was until a new PE master was taken on and things deteriorated badly for me.

He was called Mr. Jobling and he was quite a disciplinarian and because of my immature physique and quite even withdrawn nature he seemed to enjoy picking on me. Fortunately Claire hardly seemed to notice but whenever Jobling got the opportunity he would berate me verbally and occasionally clip me around the ear when nobody was looking. Not sure why it was me in particular he picked on.

Without the help from Jobling I already had a dislike for sporting activities I preferred artier subjects particularly literature, languages and in particular dance. Jobling therefore had plenty of opportunities to pick on me because I just did not want to participate in Rugby or any other physical sports.

Things took a turn for the worse with Jobling when he kept me behind one afternoon after swimming, as I had been so obstinate during the lesson. He made me complete ten lengths of the pool before he would let me get out of the water and get changed.

I was alone in the shower room washing my hair when I suddenly felt someone touch my shoulder, I wiped the soap from my eyes and turned to see Jobling stood behind me and he was naked. He quite a big man at least 6'0" tall and was very muscular, a marked contrast to me, who was 'small and puny' as he constantly reminded me.

I remember his words quite clearly, "Simon, I know you don't like me, but believe me life for you and your sister could get a lot worse unless you start to co-operate with me." he said.

I at first assumed he meant that he meant for me to co-operate in sports and such like but I soon discovered otherwise, as he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I instantly pulled it away but he clipped me once again and I fell to the floor.

"I will say this only once, you will do as I ask whenever I ask and I will stop giving you such a hard time. If you don't then your life will become even more miserable and I will see if Claire will be more co-operative with me!" his words were spat at me and his steely eyes drilled into mine as he spoke.

I wasn't sure what he really wanted from me, but even though I was relatively naive I wasn't stupid, but I knew I had to protect Claire at all costs. And so it began.

Sometimes he would come to my room but more often it would happen as it did on the first occasion in the swimming pool changing rooms, I would be required to satisfy Joblings perverted sexual needs.

He was mostly content for me to masturbate him, but at least once a week he liked me to suck him off. Although at first just touching him repulsed me I soon became detached from reality whenever I was with him and it seemed to be a small price to pay to have an otherwise more peaceful life.

Rarely did he touch me but over the months I found myself becoming even more isolated from the other children but I was drawn closer to Claire.

Claire had an inner strength that I didn't have, she was quite an extrovert had lots of friends and was very popular with the boys due to her good looks and well developed body. She was everything that I wasn't I suppose, and I guess I was jealous of her. I sometimes lay in bed at night thinking of her and imagining what it would be like if I were her how different it would all be.

Claire shared a room with another girl called Sara, she was quite nice but I stayed clear of her like the others. I'm not sure what made me or why it happened but one afternoon whilst they were both in class, I stole a lipstick and a pair of her panties from there room.

I went back to my room and put on the panties and coated my lips with the lipstick and closed my eyes and for a few minutes I was a completely different person. I suppose looking back on it now it was a way of escaping from my life, to imagine myself having another. I wore her panties many times after that and it made me feel better, happier I suppose, of course I never let Jobling catch me wearing them.

It was on one of these occasions a few weeks later that I was once again in there room, only this time Claire caught me with a pair of her panties and a bra. I was so ashamed and embarrassed that I burst into tears dropped her things and ran back to my room without any explanation.

Claire among all her other wondrous attributes was also not stupid, and guessed what I was up to. She left me for a few minutes then came to my room, and tried to console me. I tried at first to lie my way out of the predicament, but as I said she was not stupid and eventually I confessed to her what I had been doing and why.

She was surprisingly sympathetic and very mature about the incident and told me not to be so concerned about it, as she wasn't. I guess she knew all along, what I had been doing and had been allowing me.

It was obvious to her that I had not matured as other guys my age and that if anything I was a little effeminate. She said it was probably just a phase I was going through and that I would grow out of it, however if I wanted to she would let me borrow her things if I felt the need to do so.

She tried to explain that she realised how fortunate she was to be a girl and that it was good to be able to be both feminine and be a bit of a 'tomboy' whenever the mood takes. She also said that it had to be our secret and that Sara nor anyone else should ever know.

It was such a heart to heart conversation that I wanted to tell her about Jobling too, but I shied away from that it. It was something that I did not want to taint her with, something that I had to deal with.

So it was that from time to time, I would spend a few hours with Claire she would let me share her clothes, and even her makeup I even grew my hair as long as the rules permitted.

It was a wonderful release for me, and I loved those times with her. I sometimes wondered what she thought of it all as she seemed to enjoy it as much as me, I imagined that it was like having a full size Barbie doll of her own. She never suggested that perhaps we were getting carried away, or that what we did was at all 'unhealthy' she simply allowed and helped me 'escape' from my life as her brother and act as though we were sisters.

It all ended abruptly however when Jobling came to my room on a different night to his routine. He found me in bed wearing a pair of panties and a night-dress that Claire had given me. Jobling seemed to be delighted at his discovery and proceeded to tease me and told me that I was indeed a big sissy and that if I wanted to be a girl then he would treat me as one.

As was usual he made me give him a blowjob, only this time before he came he told me to take off my panties and rais my nightie. I was then told to lick my fingers and insert them into my anus, I refused at first but he hit me and threatened me with what he would do to Claire, so I did as I was told.

He then told me to suck his cock again and get it 'nice and wet' for him, he then forced me over onto my knees and inserted his tool into me. The pain was excruciating and I thought it would never stop, but as he got deeper into me and began to move it in and out, the stabbing pain changed to a bearable dull ache. He silently screwed me for several minutes until he finally exploded in me, then withdrew and wiped his cock on my nightie and left. It was the worst humiliation of all and I vowed that he would never touch me again.

I got dressed and packed up a few possessions, then went to see Claire I told her that I was running away and that I write soon. She asked why and this time I told her my dark secret, she was appalled not at me for what I had done but for the way I had kept it from her. She decided that she would not let me leave on my own and that she would join me and we would both run away, together.

As ever, being the resourceful and intelligent one she told me we needed a plan we decided we would head for France, but in order to do so without getting caught we needed to have passports and money. It was fortunate that Sara was in hospital having her tonsils removed, for from a drawer Claire took out her own and Sara's passport and revealed her plan.

She explained that, as the police would be looking for a brother and sister I could masquerade as Sara, being two girls might just give us time to get away. It sounded a bit bizarre and very risky but she was convinced that it was our best chance of getting away without being caught, so I reluctantly agreed.

We played our dressing game again only this time it was not a 'game' it was a lot more real. In just three weeks time we would be sixteen years old and if we were to get away with this we needed to look much older.

I sat next to her at her dressing table whilst she quickly but skilfully applied quite a heavy coat of mascara then eyeliner and finally lipstick to make me look at least eighteen. She brushed my hair out and fluffed it out a little and then placed an Alice band in it. She then told me to find something to wear from Sara's wardrobe whilst she got ready.

Sara did not have many nice clothes but I did manage to find a couple of skirts and tops, which looked okay. I took off my own clothes and put on a pair Sara's panties, and a pair of dark tan tights followed by a suitably padded bra. I then put on a tight polo neck top and a grey pleated skirt I found a cardigan and a pair of 1" heeled cross bar shoes to complete my outfit.

I was relieved to find out that Claire thought I looked pretty convincing as an eighteen-year-old and that nobody would guess otherwise. It looked like all those months of our games might actually prove useful in pulling this off. I now confess that although I was terribly nervous about going out in public dressed as I was, I also felt very excited about it too.

We hid my clothes under her bed so as not to give the game away, then packed a couple of bags and silently climbed out of the window, down the fire escape and out into the grounds. It was a cold night and I wished I had put on a pair of Sara's jeans as my legs were soon frozen.

It was just after 4am when we left the Hall and by 6.30am we were sat on the platform at train station waiting for the train to London. At last I felt free I had escaped from Jobling and I was with Claire and I felt fantastic as soon Ravendale would be just a memory and a new life just coming down the track.

To be continued in part 2 (if enough support is received)

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