Redemption
by Little Tom
Part 2
Anthea pulled the teenager, the one she'd been kissing that morning in the hall, up into the room the girl shared with her brother. The girl trailed after, reluctance showing in every step. She'd done a lot of two on ones, but this was different. Somehow it was easier if all you had to do was strip off and start sucking the guys cock. There was no talking, no foreplay, only sex while she was training.
Anthea twirled around, pulling her top off, exposing her skimpy bra. She came behind the girl, and laughing pulled the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. The girl tried to stop it, but failed. She looked up to see the boy watching her hungrily and realised one hand covered her chest, while the other was over her thong clad crotch.
Slowly she lowered her hands, hiding wasn't allowed.
"Shall I get you a beer?" Anthea didn't wait to ask, just dashed down the stairs.
By the bulge in his jeans, they guy didn't care, he just kept staring. It made the girl even more nervous, eyes were still too new. With a jerk of a smile she sat on the edge of her bed and patted a space beside her. He laughed and flopped down, leaning back against the wall.
"Fuck, I thought Anthea was incredible. Where did she find you?"
In a dark room, music beating loud, the girl's mind silently answered.
"We've known each other a long time, I just haven't lived here."
There was a small awkward silence, then she smiled softly. He sat up and put a hand to her chest. "Fuck, these are huge! You have implants?"
"No." Yes.
He lunged his face at her, and she turned a cheek. Desperate for distraction she put a hand to his belly, then slipped it down then back up under his t-shirt. "Fuck yeah!" He yanked his shirt off, then lunged at her again. He pushed her back.
"No…" She hated being underneath, especially with her hands held down. It brought on all the feelings of vulnerability and humiliation. But she didn't fight back, knew she couldn't. If he wanted it this way... All she could do is keep her head turned away.
He chewed on a nipple while his legs pushed hers apart. Anthea came back in, clapped her hands, and quickly removed his jeans and shorts. The girl cried out as another cock pierced her. 'Twenty four' went the could in her head.
There was a sound downstairs and Anthea disappeared after picking up her things. A heavy tread came up the stairs, but the boy wasn't paying attention, to busy with his clumsy thrusts.
"What have we here?" The boy stopped and the two looked over to where her father leaned against the door jam. "No no… don't stop. She's not my daughter, just a slut who lives here. I've fucked her myself."
"Cool!" The boy grinned and started again. Terrified the girl watched her father move into the room, unbuckling his belt. Then something caught his eye and he moved over to her dresser. The lower drawer was open, where she had hidden the toys. Had she left it open? She couldn't remember, but with his back to her kneeling he started looking at things.
With a grunt her focus went back to the boy. He started cumming and her body convulsed in a matching one. He quickly jumped up and threw on his cloths.
With a friendly squeeze to a tit, he leered, "Bye!"
"Yes, close the door after yourself will you?" Her father stood, not looking as the boy went out the door. He held up two padded leather cuffs. "Interesting collection you keep you fucking slut! Don't move."
He came over and carefully did up her arms to the bedposts over her head. Then he went back and came back with a long thick penis gag. "Open up." With a sob, the girl did, andlet him push the thing deep into her throat before doing up the straps around her neck and chin.
He stood and began to unbuckle his trousers.
It was early morning when she awoke with a start. It had been a hard queer night making normal when her mother and brother had got home. But she'd been able to steel a long hot bath before collapsing into bed exhausted. During training she was usually allowed cat naps through the day, never sleeping for more than four hours. That was why she was awake now.
Getting up might disturb her father, so she lay there, awake horny and humiliated in the wet spots left from the two men who'd fucked her.
There was light out, she got up, and looked down at her brother. He was sleeping peacefully. She wanted to do something for him, so quietly began tidying up his side of the room. It wasn't bad, she'd been worse as a boy, but it was still a mess.
It made her feel good to do something, even if she would have found it demeaning before. She left all his computer and electronics stuff alone. It all confused her now, she'd known things before the change, but even in a year a lot of the stuff lying around was new.
Her brother grunted and turned over.
"What are you doing?"
"Just helping."
"Hmmph, yeah, well thanks. You don't need to you know."
"Yeah, that's kind of why I did it."
It had been a long day, she didn't know how she would have mentally survived it if it wasn't for Anthea. Sometimes she seemed pushy, making the girl do things she wouldn't have chosen, but the girl was sure it was because of what they wanted.
Now she was at home, getting ready for a date she dreaded. She had tried on five things already, and was holding up two others. Her mother was both bemused at her going out with an old friend, and amused at her indecision, and was no help at all. Her brother just shook his head and played on the computer. Of her father there was no sign, and she was hugely relieved.
Finally she settled on raw silk corset, the just covered her breasts, and a loose wool skirt, suspenders just covered. Somehow she figured less was more with Tim. The doorbell rang and the girl raced through putting on makeup while her mother talked to her date. With a sigh of relief her mother got the cover story right.
She went down and saw the boy's eyes light up. For once he looked in her eyes, not at her chest, which made her feel better. Then she remembered what she was doing, and covered up a faltered step.
They went out.
The evening was actually fun. More fun that she thought it could be. She remembered Tim as being funny, but he was cute in how he kept trying to make her laugh. No one other than Anthea in the last year had tried to make her laugh. He even talked to her about football when she showed an interest. Quickly the young boy filled her in on a year of missed fixtures for their team and the current state of play.
Then they went to the movies. She sat down first and cursed as she realised she had smoothed her skirt away from her bottom. It exposed her suspenders and she couldn't help Tim notice. He sat down and slipped his arm around her.
The silence was deafening as others talked around them, though the cinema was fairly empty. They had relative privacy. The girl's mind raced, what was she supposed to do? She wasn't at all used to seducing, even last night it was the boy they'd brought back to her place who made the first move. There were things she had to do with Tim tonight, or she would be punished.
She turned to talk to him, lips spread to speak and found his face right there. The boy brought his lips to hers. The girl hadn't intended to kiss him, she didn't want to form an attachment knowing the inevitable. This kiss though, it took her breath away like she hadn't expected. It was as good as with Anthea.
Then his hand lit on her knee. Without thinking she opened her legs and his finger began the slow journey up.
They walked home hand in hand, not talking about much at all, but laughing a lot. They hadn't seen much of the movie, though she managed one of her chores by giving him a long slow blow job.
The girl felt dizzy, in a daze. Her body enjoyed sex, she knew that, even if she hated it, but this had been different. She had wanted him to feel good, and the orgasm when he'd cum in her mouth had glowed as much as ripped through her body.
He had been nice to her, made her laugh. None of her partners had done that before. She knew she had one more thing to do tonight with Tim, but for once she was looking forward to it.
Suddenly seeing a dark alley, she giggled and pulled him into it. Resting her back against the cold brick wall, she pulled him to her and started kissing again. She could have kissed him all night, but after a minute she started unbuckling his jeans.
"What?"
She silenced him with another kiss, and deftly untying her knickers, prepared for just such an eventuality lifted a leg to his hips and took him in. Dropping the cups of her corset before clutching his ass cheeks to urge him on, she sucked his tongue on deeply.
She had never kissed before while fucking, had no intention of kissing any of the others she would have to, but tonight, it was marvellous. Marvellous even when she noticed the black van pull up by the entrance to the alley.
The girl was tucked up in a dark corner of hall. Tim was tight against her, kissing her hard, his hands all over her. Along the hall walked Anthea, who smiled and waved.
The girl thought back to seeing Anthea in a similar clutch her first morning at school, and the anguish she had felt wondering how long until she was in similar straights. Her mind circled around three conflicting thoughts; yes, just there, its different with him, and just two days!
The girl walked up towards the headmaster. The 'study' period had consisted of a long session with two big men brought in from somewhere. She was redressed in her school uniform, nothing out of place.
"Permission to leave sir?"
He reached a hand up and fondled one breast before pinching the nipple and pulling her slightly down. With a look of pure horror on her face the girl jumped back.
"No!" Yes, she had kissed Tim, had kissed Anthea, but no one else. There had already been five other men, and she couldn't do anything about the sex. Kissing was the one thing left to her.
The girl's body crumpled to the floor, her muscles convulsed her into a small ball. Then it stopped. Crying, the girl looked up at the man she'd used to admire. He held a small black remote control in his hand, a look of quiet satisfaction on his face.
"You were the one who broke the restriction. No one told you to kiss that boy. Now ask permission again."
It took her a minute to stand, but when she finally did her body looked relaxed and at ease. Only the tear tracks on her cheeks told different. The girl took a step forward, and when the older man's hand pulled her down, she bent over.
As his lips touched hers, two soft hands lifted her skirt and pulled down her knickers. Something cold, greased and hard probed her anus as a tongue probed her mouth. New tears leaked from her eyes.
She was in a rush for school. Her father had slipped into the bathroom while she was having a shower, and it had slowed her down. In the hurry she was struggling with her bra hooks. Two hands touched her and deftly did them up. She turned to see her brother walking away.
He hadn't said anything, hadn't groped her, just helped out. She shook her head, wondering how he had turned out so nice.
A week later the girl was in her bathroom. It was late at night, and she wanted a shower. The girl hated to go to bed messed by the men she had served, and between a quickie with her boyfriend and a hard pounding of her ass by her father before her mother came home hadn't left her time to change.
As she stripped off her bra, only her knickers left, the door opened and her mother slipped inside. The girl turned, confused but smiling. Her mother had been nothing but good to her. No demands, some fun times when they exercised or cleaned together.
"Darling I want to talk." Her mother was clearly nervous. "I know you've gone through a radical change, have been through a real agonising time, but I'm worried about you. You seem totally… fixed on boys." Her mother's eyes shot down to the clearly visible damp and crusty stain on her knickers.
"Men are… difficult." The woman snorted, "Your father is an example of that. Sure, he's grand in bed." The girl hid a grimace, "But he needs a lot of care and attention. You seem to be… dating a lot of boys. That may be fun, but be careful. You should remember what they're like from when… you know."
"I know mom, I'm just having a good time."
"All right… but you must be careful. They'll use you and throw you away or expect you to be faithful and yours only. They can get angry and violent." The girl knew that all too well, but she just smiled.
"Do you still… you said you liked girls?" Her mother was openly embarrassed.
"Yes mum."
"I'd… encourage that. They'll be better for you, take better care of you." The girl was mildly shocked; she was picking up confused signals from her mum. A buzz up her spine was warning they expected her to probe this.
"Mum, do you like girls?"
Her mother wriggled in agony, "Yes… I'm faithful to your father with other men, but… sometimes it helps to have lady friends to turn to. Its… better… and safer."
Another buzz up her spine, the girl didn't like where this was going. But there was no choice, after that incident being made to kiss Mr. Pitman she had little fight left in her.
"Do… you like me?" The girl stood up and walked the step towards her mother.
"No darling! That wasn't what I meant at all!" Her body language said that was exactly what she meant. "It wouldn't be right, not mother and son!"
The girl, very sad, put her hands to her mother's waist and started sliding up under her nightshirt. "But what about mother and daughter? Its not like we're going to have children." The words had been given to her as a contingency, to use for just this sort of argument. The girl had been quietly confident she'd never have to use them. Her mother was good.
The girl's mother looked panicked. "No! Its not right!" She turned and stumbled to the door, fiddling with the lock.
The girl smiled with relief, but another buzz to her spine told her not to stop. Biting her lip, she stepped towards the poor woman, and pressed up against her back, began massaging her shoulders. "Relax mum, relax."
The woman stopped, let her son touch her back… let her do more…
Two bodies lay on the cold bathroom floor. The mother's head rested on the son's bare trim stomach. "We shouldn't have done that. Its wrong."
"Why? Didn't you enjoy it?"
The woman's body shivered, "Yes." A very quiet voice, "But we shouldn't have. I shouldn't have tempted you, shouldn't have let you."
"Its OK mum, I don't mind."
"I know, and I don't understand. How did I end up with such a loving uninhibited child?" She turned and smiled upwards. "Lets just keep this a lovely memory between us OK?"
This time the girl shivered. It had been lovely, loving even, but she wouldn't be allowed to keep it just a memory.
It was very late at night some days later. Amidst a sprawl of bodies in the Kildare family home the girl and her friend lay. Anthea idly fingered her friend as they talked. They were the last one's awake of a party of older men that they had been the entertainment for.
"How is it at home?"
"I don't know. Dad's getting really rough and very kinky. He had me tied up in a ball earlier tonight, rolling me around and poking his thing in every so often. Said it was the only football I was good for now."
"Sick, my sister got like that. They'll probably take him away soon. How's your mum??"
The girl smiled. "After that time a couple nights ago she hasn't touched me, hasn't even mentioned it, but has been really nice to me. Its lovely."
"They won't let it continue you know."
"Yeah, I got a ticking off from Mr. Pitman this afternoon."
"Go on, you know you'll enjoy it."
The girl and her mother were at home alone watching telly. A drink of tea was offered, and the girl rose to get it. When she got back she handed it over, and began to massage her mother's shoulders. When the massage moved down her mother's front, she wasn't stopped.
The girl and her boyfriend sat on the sofa of Anthea's house. It was a frequent place they met at because Anthea's mother was conveniently "out".
Tim twitched, obviously nervous. "Uhmm, there's a rumour that you've… you know… put out with other guys."
The girl went silent, the moment had come. "Yes. There true."
The boy blanched, "But I thought…"
She turned to him, the earnestness in her face real, "I love you, I really do. I love what we do together, and not just the sex. Its just… I have to do it with other guys too. Its like a drug. I wouldn't mind if you had sex with another girl!"
"I… don't know. I'm confused. I expected you to deny everything. What, aren't I good enough?"
She put her hand to his crotch, "Oh yes, your wonderful! I especially love your kisses. I can't explain it though, I just have to have variety…" The excuse sounded week even to her. "I don't kiss any of the other boys though, only you!" Only partially true, she didn't kiss the boys, but she had to kiss many men. It was true that the girl only wanted the kisses of a few, Tim, Anthea, and increasingly her mother. She didn't really understand it, but it was different with people who seemed to care about her and not just her body.
Tim stood. "I have to think."
"I'll always be there for you!" The tears as he left were just as unfeigned as her earnestness before.
Feeling hollow, the girl pulled off her top. As she often did, she checked out if brother was watching. Curiously he had idly looked over from where he worked on his computer, then turned back. She smiled, thankful for small favours. He was getting used to her, but not sexually. Strange.
A little later, when she had got into bed herself, the boy stood, stretched, and began to change. She hadn't really noticed when this had changed, but he didn't turn away anymore, just undressed. Still, she was careful not to be seen to watch. He had a good body, was surprisingly mature and fit. Then she remembered the judo. It had done its job, turned him from a boy into a man.
"Girl's are going to be all over him at some point." She thought, then sighed. That wasn't the plan, At some point it wouldn't be the girls all over him at all.
The girl really, really didn't want to do this, but the instructions had been explicit. She entered her house with Anthea, they knew only her mother was home.
"Hi mum." Her mother smiled up from the sofa, the momentary look of hope dimmed when she saw the other girl, but open friendliness replaced it.
The women stood and came over with her hand out. Anthea giggled and shook it, but the girl went behind her mother and reached around to begin unbuttoning her mother's blouse.
"What?" The women looked confused, and the confusion increased as Anthea dropped to her knees and began to slide her hands up under the woman's unflattering dress.
"Don't worry, Anthea's a friend. A special friend." She turned her mother's face to kiss it. The moan that entered her mouth from her mother made her feel even more awful. This felt like a betrayal.
Over the next two hours the two girls worked like the team that had been trained to be, making the older woman convulse in orgasm again and again.
Another week passed. The girl had been very active, now openly having sex with many other boys. Her reputation, up until then somewhat clear because of her relationship with Tim, plummeted to the same level as Anthea's. They were the school sluts, no question.
Right then the girl was under the headmaster's desk, dressed only in a tiny red bikini with matching suspenders holding up the barely regulation white stockings. His huge cock was in her mouth, slowly moving up and down, but very quietly. Mrs. Kildare had just escorted Tim into the office.
"My boy, I have to have a heart to heart with you. I understand you've broken up with Miss Jones."
"Yes Sir." The answer was sullen.
"This is a problem. Its clearly effecting your grades, and has set Miss Jones off the rails. She is sleeping around like a slut."
"Yes Sir." The standard response didn't hide the shock in the boy's voice.
"A girl like her is a special thing Tim. She's not someone you'll ever marry, she's just there to fuck. Was she a good fuck Tim?"
"Ahhh… yes?"
"Of course she was. Now, do you miss fucking her?" There was silence for a moment, but the boy gave one sharp nod. "Yes, I understand. Look, a girl like her needs direction, control, or else she'll get worse and worse fucking anyone who looks at her."
"I want you to do this, test her. Go to her, say if she wants to be with you she has to prove herself. Pick someone and tell her to give him a blowjob, make it public or something." Under the head Mr. Pitman's hand stroked the girl's head. "I have no doubt she'll do it. Then take her somewhere, give her a good old roger and tell her she's to be a good girl and only do what she's told."
"Then its up to you. You'll need to ensure she gets variety, but it will be up to you with whom and what they do. Put some restrictions on it if that will make you more comfortable. Maybe keep her pussy or ass just to yourself, or only let her give blow jobs. Your choice. It will make her happier, and I'm sure it will make you happier. Think you can do that?"
"I… I need to think… Sir."
"Go on know." There were some retreating footsteps as the girl kept up the slow blowjob.
Two days later a sullen Tim walked up to the girl as she got some books out of his locker.
"So… do you really want to be with me?"
"Yes." The fear of hurt was evident in her voice.
"But you won't be just with me."
"No… I do love you, its just…"
"Will you only do it with guys I say?"
The girl paused, she had to lie, but there were so many lies in her life right now. "Yes, except for Anthea. She's my friend."
Tim blinked, "Friend?" His voice had gone husky.
"Yeah, do… you want to sleep with her?"
"Fuck yeah! I mean…" He tried to look stern. "You have to do what I say."
"Of course Tim. Anything."
"Then prove it. Charles over there. I want you to give him a blowjob." Charles tried to look haughty, like this happened to him all the time, but his eagerness was evident. Charles had been another of their childhood gang. The girl had known him almost as long as Tim. He'd been another one on the list.
The girl went over, and there in the hallway went to her knees, unzipped his trousers and took his cock into her mouth. The boy immediately ejaculated, to the envious jeers of his mates. The girl put him away and stood. She couldn't look at anyone, and felt the flame of humiliation on her cheeks.
Tim was on top of the girl, slowly pumping in and out, holding her hands to the ground. "You only fuck who I say, and your pussy is mine. No one else's only mine, only my cock goes in there. Do you understand?"
"Yes Tim."
"And another thing, I don't want to see you kissing anyone else, only me. If I find you making out with anyone else I'll fuck you up bad. Clear?"
"Yes Tim!" She had orgasmed, not quite believing what he said. It was a command she would have no trouble fulfilling and it made her ecstatic. Maybe he did care?
Anthea came in from the kitchen with a beer wearing only knickers and bra. Tim lifted himself off and took a long swig from the bottle. Anthea dropped to her knees and bent over to suck his cock in. The girl rolled over and joined her as the boy sneered down at the two beauties pleasuring him.
Two women walked up to a house. The girl's mother was dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, Anthea's mother in a figure hugging dress.
"So… do you really do it with your daughter?"
"Oh yes, she's such a little slut I couldn't keep her hands off me. At first I felt guilty, I mean you're not supposed to do it with your kids. Then I thought, what harm? No one gets hurt, if she says no, which she sometimes does if she's tired or busy, I never force her. I always check she's OK. Frankly, its so much better than with a stranger, there's no secrets between us."
"I guess. I still feel horrible about it, but I can't stop. Like you say she can't keep her hands away, and I don't have the will power to stop her."
"Why should you? Its good isn't it?" They had stopped at the door.
"Yes… very." The girl's mother took a deep breath, "Your daughter joined in the other day too."
"So, I bet the little minx was on to you like a shot. There is absolutely no stopping her when there's a pussy or cock she wants."
"Yeah…" The girl's mother gave a little self-depreciating laugh. "But aren't we supposed to be the ones with the will power?"
"Why?" The two women were facing each other, and slowly Anthea's mother leaned over and kissed the other woman lightly on the lips. She turned to the door, opened it, then turned just inside. She sexily slipped a shoulder strap off, and wiggled as the dress dropped to the floor. "Coming in?"
Anthea's mother was far more bold than the two girl's that night. Toys were brought out, restraints were used, and the girl's mother was well and securely hooked.
Late at night, as the girl tossed and turned, her brother's voice drifted across the room. "You don't have to do it with him you know. He's our dad, but he's a bastard. Always has been."
"What?"
"I haven't seen anything, but its clear something's going on. All you need to do is speak up. There's people who take care of this sort of thing."
"Its OK, really. Go to sleep."
The girl loved her brother just that little bit more, knowing he was wrong, and still desperately trying to think of a way out. Not for her of course, she was doomed, but for him.
It was very early, and yet again the girl was awake. She didn't need much sleep, but it was frustrating to be awake when no one else was. A part of her wished she could just sleep with Anthea, so that if either of them got horny there was someone who would understand.
The girl slipped out of bed and padded downstairs. A cup of tea would do it. She went through the routine, then sat in the dim light and hugged the warm cup with her hands.
There were other soft steps, and she looked up to see her mother enter the room. The girl rose and began the ritual to make a new cup. Her mother came over and began massaging the girl's shoulders.
"Darling?"
"Yes mum?"
"Are you really OK with all this? I mean I'm not forcing you or anything am I? If I thought I was hurting you, or making your life weird I would hate myself."
The girl smiled, for the second time that night full of love. Her mother knew nothing really, but one thing was certain. There were parts of this life that the girl cherished. This moment, right now, was one of them.
She turned and kissed her mother lightly as she handed her a cup of tea. "Mum, I'm OK, really." They kissed again, and the two cups of tea grew cold.
A week later it had been decided the two girls must get a bit more bold. The girl's brother didn't exactly ignore Anthea, but neither did he answer any of her advances. Tim was subtly recruited, unknowing, but very willing he came over to the girl's house after school. He had been carefully not invited in before. The dance of making sure all the girl's lovers were unaware of each other was difficult.
With Anthea in tow, they settled down in side, and the girl began to tease her boyfriend. Watching the time, she moved on to a blow job. Anthea, a deliberate third wheel, watched.
The boy's brother came in, and stopped, shocked. Tim gave him a big grin and a thumbs up. He didn't move, not even when Anthea stalked towards him with her sexiest wiggle. She merely pushed him against the wall, and began to unbuckle his jeans. The time for subtly was gone. She yanked the denim down and dropped to her knees, sucking his cock in hard.
Once hard, she pulled the legs out from under him and crawled over him. Holding his hands down she mounted, and with a growl dropped down on his cock. Deliberately rough, she gave him a hard fast fuck until he came. Then, moving up his body, she sat on his face, rudely commanding him to eat her out.
He did, then threw her off. Anthea immediately changed tack, and all contrite crawled over to began kissing him. The young boy pushed her away and strode up to his room. Anthea followed.
As the girl continued to bring off Tim, the sounds of angry words, met by soft crying came down the hall. Not long after that the sounds changed to soft moans, then slow wet slaps. Another hook was sunk.
That night Anthea stayed for dinner. The room was full of tension. The girl's father first ogling his feminine son, then Anthea. The girl's mother seemingly unaware, but squeezing her daughter's leg under the table. The girl's brother seething with confused need, unable to look at anyone. Anthea just bubbling along, and playing to the audience. The girl herself, soft and flirty on the outside, miserable on the inside.
The two girl's left straight after dinner. Walking with arms around each other they talked.
"Your bro wasn't bad for a beginner."
"I just wish we didn't have to. Be gentle with him yeah? He's decent, nice."
For once Anthea's voice was subdued, "Yeah, I know. Upstairs he was angry with me for being so blatant. Said I should be better to myself."
"Not much chance of that!" The two laughed, and shared a sad glance.
Anthea quickly pecked the girl's cheek.
"I really am sorry you got stuffed with this too, and for my part in it."
"I know sweetheart. You are not the one I'm angry with."
"Its just… I am glad you're here with me. It makes it almost bearable."
"Yeah, for me too."
They didn't say any more, just kept walking. When almost there, they slipped down an alley and entered an old house from the back. It was Thursday, poker night. Tonight there were two other boy girls they knew from previous times.
They were brothers whose parents had died in a car crash. The girl knew they were somehow related to one of the men who played cards in this game, but didn't know the details. She didn't want to know the details.
The girl found it very depressing that Anthea was the oldest of the lot who made up the pool of "entertainment" for these nights. The two brothers were even more depressing. Though wired up the same way, they were allowed to live during the day as boys.
As Anthea and the girl got ready, the two brothers were stripping out of typical jeans and sweat shirts. Underneath though, all was different. They weren't as pneumatic as the girl, their breasts were small, but there. When stripped down to the uniform for the night, stretch thongs which held their various cocks up against their belly's, they looked even younger than they were, like young pre-pubescent girls.
The doorbell rang, and the four jumped out to be ready for the first guest.
The girl and Anthea talked about it quite a bit. For a whole week, Anthea had been allowed to focus on the girl's brother. To be certain, there were still duties for Mr. Pitman and other "chores", but in public and at school she was allowed to pretend to just be normal.
Sure, the sex was frequent and often, but it was so novel for Anthea she didn't know what to think. She kept telling the girl who nice he was, how he had bought her a present, and kept trying to make her cum first. The girl smiled, and was glad. A little happiness in their lives was short lived.
Then the day came when they were told to move it on.
The two girls once again got back to the family home before the girl's brother arrived. Quickly disrobing they began to passionately embrace. This was a frequent part of their lives, any free moments were usually spent with each other. Today was different though, there was a kind of desperation to their kisses.
The brother came in. He looked, stared as the two girl's slowly turned to him. "Hi Lover," Anthea breathed, "Come join us!"
"No!" He stormed up the stairs.
Anthea's eye's welled up with tears, "That went well. I guess I've got to go up and prostitute myself."
"No, wait. Let me talk to him." The girl tensed, waiting to be punished, but the masters obviously thought the concept amusing enough to let it happen.
Wearing only a pair of knickers, she slowly walked up the stairs, trying desperately to think of something to say that they would be happy with, but would leave her brother enough freedom for now.
She walked into their shared room, suddenly conscious of her nakedness, but knew she couldn't change it. She sighed in relief, we he only looked up sullenly.
"Hi, you OK?"
"I don't get it. Why wasn't I enough?"
"Hush," the girl stopped beside him and stroked his back. She suddenly knew what he felt, and it wasn't rage. This could be managed. "Anthea and I are really good friends. Girls sometimes get it on with each other, it doesn't mean anything. Anthea is really sexually charged, you know that."
"Yeah, but I was trying really hard to please her."
"And you were, but frankly no man could completely take care of her. She's a fire bomb. That's why we were making out. We both needed a bit of relief. That's all. She still really, and I mean really, likes you."
"Yeah?" There was a bit of hope in his voice.
"Yeah, but you have to give her room." There was sniffling outside the door. "Come in sweetheart."
Anthea walked in, the girl could tell the tears weren't faked. She really did care for the girl's brother. It was sad, because no matter how much they cared for each other, it would end badly.
The girl was certain Tim actually cared for her, but that care had been twisted. The girl knew her brother would get equally twisted too. His fate and Tim's were to be the same.
Anthea looked, then ran over and started hugging the young boy. They kissed, and Anthea's hands started undoing the boy's jeans. It took no time at all before she was on top of him.
The girl smiled, and bent to kiss Anthea lightly on the lips.
"You know… that's kind of cool."
The girl sighed, smiled, and went to her knees to begin deeply kissing Anthea. Her brother didn't touch her, not then and not later, but he clearly liked watching.
More time passed, the days running into one anther. Then one evening, the girl and her mother walked over to Anthea's house. They had been invited over, though not for what the girl's mother thought.
The girl walked slowly, not wanting tonight to happen. It was one more betrayal on top of a lot of betrayals. Yet she would still do it, knew she had no choice. The house was dark, but thumping music could just be heard.
Taking her mother's hand, the girl led the woman up the steps, and through the door. It was dark inside, with more than a few people milling about. Over on the sofa Anthea, nude, was slowly moving up and down on top of an equally naked Tim's lap. Anthea's mother was on all fours, one teenage boy in front, another behind.
The girl moved behind her mother, taking her cardigan off.
"Dear… Isn't that Tim? You're… boyfriend?" Her mother was rooted to the spot, limp as the girl got the soft wool garment off, and began reaching around to unbutton her blouse.
"Yes."
"But…"
"Anthea and I share everything, you know that."
"But… I don't…"
"Hi Mrs. Jones!"
Jonathan walked up sporting nothing but a can of beer and a growing erection. The woman suddenly noticed she was bare but for her bra. Her hand's slapped up to cover her chest.
Feeling horrid the girl spoke softly into her mother's ear. "Relax mum, nobody will do anything you don't want." Her hands unhooked the strapless bra, the girl had been getting her mother into more daring underwear, and let it slip away under from the protective hands. "You know you need it." She pulled her mothers hands gently away from her chest, and moved them behind her back.
The woman softly yelped as two handcuffs were snicked around each wrist. Jonathan leered wickedly, and put a hand on the woman's chest. "Nice tits Mrs. Jones!"
"I… should leave." The girl unzipped her mother's skirt and let it slip down. She slid a hand around her hips and down the front of the woman's knickers. When her questing finger found dampness, she knew her mother was doomed.
"Do you want to see him fuck me?"
The girl had shed her own cloths as she had undressed her mother. She stepped back in front, clasped her mother's hand around the boy's rampant cock, and pulled them both over to the table. The girl leaned back on the slick polished wood.
"Guide him into me." In the darkened room, lights flashing in time to the deep rhythmic music, the girl saw her mother looked dazed, confused. Yet the hand holding the cock, moved it towards the smooth join between her son's legs.
As her eyes lidded while the cock slowly entered, the girl saw Tim move up behind her mother. Her mother jerked like she'd been shocked with electricity as the boy's hands slid the woman's knickers down.
"Bend over bitch." With a surprisingly gentle shove Tim pushed the woman over her son's prone form, then equally gently, entered her.
It was a night when the girl's mother worked late, and Anthea had dragged her brother off. The girl was at home, on her knees in front of some strange man the masters had sent over. It had been observed that her father could be controlled somewhat when another man was present. At least he was less rough, and usually did what the other men told him.
Intent on giving an expert blow job, the man had a small black remote control around his neck, the girl didn't hear the door open. The first she knew her father was home was when a long hot dick started pushing against her ass.
Another "party" had been arranged at the Kildare's. The girl and her mother swayed in the middle of the room to the music, a few nude teenagers clustered around them drinking can's of beer. Once nude, the girl turned and picked something out of a bag. A couple of boys laughed at the dildo attached to a set of complicated straps. The girl turned, and did it up around her waist. In the dark no one saw her remove the dildo and slide her own cock out and up into the thin rubber sheath.
She turned to her mother, and was ashamed at the scared yet hungry gaze that met her. Moving forward she roughly pushed her mother over, then got down on all fours, crawling to the woman and yanking her legs apart. The girl felt completely torn. She hated herself for doing this, at the same time it was deeply exciting.
Hearing her mother whimper, "Yes… yes darling…" she pushed her own cock into the smooth slick tunnel.
The girl was down underneath the headmaster's desk again, slowly moving her mouth up and down his huge shaft. There was the sound of a door, footsteps, then the headmaster pulled her head up hard, chocking off her air.
"Hello Mr. And Mrs. Jones. Please sit, I have a most unpleasant topic to discuss with you." The girl squirmed, she couldn't breath. He liked to do this sometimes, choke her with his dick. She didn't understand why now, why with her parents there.
"Its come to my attention that you have both repeatedly abused your daughter."
"What!" Her father's indignant should, simultaneous with her mother, soft sob, "Oh god…"
"You can understand how serious this is. I know your former son is a bit of a minx, but the law takes this quite seriously."
"You bastard!" There was the sound of a small fist hitting flesh.
"You're one to talk, he said both!"
To her mother's tears, the girl felt Mr. Pitman's excitement grow. "I have the authorisation to put you on a new programme. It is meant to deal with abusive parents like you. Both to punish and to ensure you won't reoffend. It is this or go to prison."
Angry words, sobbing, pleas, the girl was hearing less and less, she beat at him like she knew he liked, but it wasn't all feigned. Would he kill her this time? Then the final words which drifted into her oxygen starved brain. "Just sign here…" Then the cock in her mouth came, and she had one of the most awful, harsh, demeaning and deep orgasm's of her life.
By the time she got home, her mother was gone. Her brother was confused, he hadn't been told all the truth. The whole thing had been carefully orchestrated so that her parents never knew the boy was dating Anthea. That might have given the game up to the girl's mother. So, though he didn't understand why they went away, he wasn't bothered. In fact he was excited. The two teenagers where to move to the Kildare's house and he was only thinking of sleeping every night with Anthea. The girl was listless, but put on a happy face when he commented.
A couple official movers helped them pack the few things they were taking with them, and a taxi drove them the short distance to the other house. The girl took her brother's hand and led him up to his doom.
Once threw the door they were greeted by Anthea and her mother clad only in smiles. "Welcome to our family!" Mrs. Kildare stepped forward, and gave the girl's brother a deep passionate kiss. His eyes shot a confused glance to his sister, but she was kissing Anthea, and he didn't protest as he was pulled down to the floor, bits of clothing dropping off him en route.
Some weeks later the girl walked up from the Piccadilly tube station and up Shaftsbury Avenue. She was incredibly nervous. It wasn't that her body hadn't been seen by men, it was how they were about to see it. She turned into the back entrance of Stringfellow's strip bar and lap dance club and began to earn some money.
The girl was curled up on a sofa beside Time. He had his arm around her, his free hand just twined with hers in her lap. They were talking about nothing much, and the girl was very happy. If this was what it meant to be a real girl she realised with a small smile, she wanted it… bad. Turning her face up to his, she kissed him.
"What was that for?"
"Nothing, I just love you, that's all."
As he returned the kiss, his free hand slipping up under her skirt, she sighed into his mouth, still happy. It startles her a bit that she didn't really mind anymore. No, that wasn't right, she didn't mind with Tim. Sure, he got off on watching her with other boys, and got a real charge from being in control, but he also liked this. He looked after her, had beat up a couple guys who were too rough, or hadn't asked first. He also tried hard to make sure she liked it, really enjoyed sexually teasing her. And sometimes he just talked to her. No one other than Anthea or her brother just talked to her.
She had to save him. Her parents were doomed, she had failed there, but she had to save Tim. The girl just didn't know how.
As she bent over to do up the straps on her heels two hands touched her bottom. They started lifting her skirt. She recognized those hands. They had carefully not touched her other than in friendly hugs, or accidentally when they were both in a sexual heap.
Her brother finally wanted her? It made her a bit sad. The way he had maintained a distance was one of her ropes to sanity, but it looks like he'd finally gone over the edge. She wasn't surprised, just sad.
Her hands went back and helped slip down her knickers, his hard cock getting in the way. He began sliding back and forth against her entrance, while his hands tugged her upright. She gasped at the electricity that jolted up her spine as his hands grasped her breasts. Why hadn't he entered her?
His tongue found her ear and she turned her head obligingly. "I know." She barely made out the words, he was whispering while his tongue was busy. It was all muffled, but she ran the two words back and forth in her mind.. "A. told me. Are you wired too?"
"Yes… oh yes, keep doing that bro." She spoke her words aloud, using her sexiest voice. The watchers weren't to know anything was untoward.
"I'm going to run. Forgive me." The relief that washed through her made her week in the knees. For a moment she thought he had gone over to the other side. Forgiveness wasn't an issue, there was nothing to forgive.
"Oh yeah bro, do it, do it like you know you have to." Tears of joy in her eyes she turned and kissed him lightly then dropped to her knees. They had to have a show, he now knew that, so slowly sucking his cock into her mouth, she gave him the best blow job she had ever done.
Two days later he was gone. There had been some emotional scenes. He started accusing Anthea of not being faithful enough. Then one morning he was gone.
She was brought in to Mr. Pitman's office, as was Anthea. They were quizzed, and punished to ensure they were telling the truth. Thankfully they didn't ask whether he knew what was going on. Mostly they asked what he'd said and where he'd gone. He hadn't told him were he was going. She didn't know, of course, so for the first time in this year and a half of hell, she was able to hide something from them. It felt good, was worth every second of the pain.
The girl knew what she had to do, she had thought it through time and time again, had many whispered conversations with Anthea while going through the throws of sex. It was clear. Her only worry was how Tim would react. If he did the wrong things, it would fail.
He'd been changing lately, not wanting to be alone with her as much. He'd sometimes gotten really rough; she had a bruise on her ass where he'd hit her in the midst of passion. Not a slap, but a hit with a brush that had been nearby. He was trolling her out to more and more different boys, and she thought she'd seen money change hands once. She had to do something soon, or else he wouldn't be the boy she'd fallen for. Then they'd take him away and it would all be different.
One night, it was just the two of them. She was tied up spread eagle on the bed, he'd teased her for an hour, not quite like before. It wasn't playful, he was making her beg. Finally he mounted, and started a long slow rhythm. Now was the time. She started whispering in his ear, telling him everything.
He'd paused, she'd felt him go soft, and it meant the world to her. It meant there was some of the good guy still in there. She kept talking, telling him her story, how to run, what to watch for. She wasn't paying attention to him much, her focus on making him understand was so hard.
It wasn't until he started moving again, his cock hard inside her that the flow of whispered words started to falter.
He lifted up, his eyes bright, "Way cool!" His head swivelled around. "You watching out there? She just told me a hell of a story. If its true, I'm in, I'm your man. Can't make me into some sissy, I'll shit on it with my parents now I know. Take me in, that's what you should do." He kept fucking her until there was a quiet knock on the door.
The boy stood up, still nude and cockily stalked over. Leaning on the door jam was Mr. Pitman. He held out a small black remote.
"Press the red button, she needs to be punished."
"NO!" Then the girl was wracked with pain. She'd hadn't thought anyone could turn so cruel.
It was many months later. The girl walked down the cold dark drive to the Kildare's home. It had been a long night, she'd had to street walk in a part of town worked by transvestites. She'd done five men who'd wanted to grope and get a blow job.
The house was dark as she walked up, but though unusual she didn't think too hard. Increasingly she and Anthea had been given different things to do. The year was grinding to an end, and the two girls knew it wouldn't be long before it all changed. There was desperation to their lovemaking that filled up every spare second when alone.
It was a school night, so the girl quickly undressed and showered, desperate to get the feel of grimy fingerprints off her skin, then collapsed for a few hours sleep.
Her alarm went off late, so the girl rushed to get ready. Neither Anthea nor her mother were there when she got up. She assumed they had left early.
The girl did the short walk to the school, smiled at some of the boys in the yard, but thankfully didn't have to go behind the bike shed this morning. She went inside and up the stairs to the headmaster's office.
There was a woman seated at the secretary's desk, and the girl's footsteps faltered when she realised it wasn't Mrs. Kildare. It took a second, but then a sob ripped free, "Mother?"
It was, but a more perfect version, skin youthful and firm, long blond hair, and large firm breasts under the conservative blouse.
"Hello dear. Now you're here we all have to go in." The woman nodded over to a pretty young girl seated beside the desk. The girl hadn't noticed her there, and for a moment was confused until with an insight that hit her like a tone of bricks she noticed it was her brother.
She almost couldn't stand. It was too much all at once, he hadn't made it away. It had been one of the few things that kept her going. This also meant Anthea wasn't just gone, she was gone. Sold likely.
Her mother stood and steadied the girl. "Its all right, be strong I don't want you hurt any more now that I understand what you've gone through. Come inside. This won't take long, I promise."
The girl managed to straighten up and put one foot in front of another. Her brother slowly followed, eyes downcast, demure. Mr. Pitman rose from his desk and came and put an arm around each girl, hands resting on pert bottoms.
"My, what a family you have Mrs. Jones." The girl's mother came and carefully raised each skirt so that his hands rested on bare bottom. The girl noticed the slightest of flinches from her brother, no… sister. "I think we should watch them have a little fun with each other, don't you?"
He went and sat on the sofa, and the girl's mother went and sat on his lap. Her legs moved apart at his probing hand, a small gasp betraying her as his hand cupped upwards. "Now Robert, I think you should undress your brother, slowly. Make her enjoy it."
With the pause of a heartbeat the girl went to stand to the side of her sister, moving the other girl so that no views would be obstructed. She unbuttoned her blouse, the bitten lip on the other girl so similar to what she did herself. It would have looked cute if what they were doing wasn't so awful. She helped the girl shrug out of the thin silk, revealing two small breasts, small like a young girl's. The were cupped in delicate under wired lace, pushing the flesh up to make more cleavage.
Then one buckle of the pleated skirt, and a zip to drop down and show an equally lacy suspender belt and tiny pair of knickers. The girl moved behind her sister and undid the clasps of her bra, bringing her hands around to cup the new flesh on her chest. Her sister gasped, then moaned, her head hanging down. The girl understood that what had been done to her had also been done to her brother. She was gentle, trying to maximise the electric pleasure running up the girl's spine.
The girl reasoned that the better her sister felt, the… easier what to come would be. She looked up to see her mother on her knees, head bowed over the headmaster's lap. His eyes caught hers, and he nodded downwards. Reluctantly the girl let her hand slip down over the smooth belly and under the band of the knickers.
There was no pubic hair, not even a landing strip like Anthea had. The pussy felt real, the slickness in side so like her own. The girl sobbed, but touched her brother there. "Its all right…" It wasn't, but the girl loved her brother for saying it.
At a small harrumph the younger girl turned and began to undress her older sibling. She touched her like she had never touched her before. Yes, they had see each other nude often, had been close and touched often while having sex with others, but they had always maintained a distance. That distance wasn't to be allowed any more.
When the girl was equally nude they stood, and holding hands faced Mr. Pitman. "Lovely, truly lovely. That two brothers could be so caring and gentle with each other. It's a sight to behold, isn't it Mrs. Jones." The woman's hand was slowly moving down insider her own knickers, but her head was otherwise involved.
"Sir?"
"Yes Robert?"
"Sir, may I know what became of our father?"
The man laughed, "He cracked, couldn't take it. I believe he's been shipped out to some bordello in the far east that knows what to do with an insane transvestite." The girl swallowed. No love was lost on her father, he had been needlessly cruel. Yet it was a fate she would not wish on anyone. "Now boys, bend over on my desk."
The girl led her trembling brother over. "I'm still… a virgin I'd guess you'd say. They trained me with… things." The girl remembered horrible stories told by Anthea, and her heart melted again. She held the other girl's hand hard, and helped ease him over the desk.
The girl bent over herself, this was a nothing now, but she remembered the awfulness of that first time. Looking over her shoulder she watched her mother lead the tall man to them. The woman stroked the girls flanks, then held them apart while she guided the massive cock in.
A slight soft grunt was the only reaction as the man thrust in. Then she waited for him to pull out. He didn't and there was sounds of gurgles, grunts. The girl looked over her shoulder and saw her mother strangling the man with a look of steel in her eyes.
"You… will… not… hurt… my… children…. .any… more…"
He was reaching, grasping for something in his pocket. The girl knew what it was. She tried to grab his hand, but she was still skewered on his cock. Her mother desperately shifted grips, allowing him one breath, but getting her arm around his throat.
It was chaos, her brother looked up, then punched the man in his kidneys with stiffened fingers. The judo lessons had not been lost.
"I've got to get the control. Camera's dead, killed them from the controls at the front desk." That explained Mrs. Kildare's always-immaculate timing."
"Mum no, if you damage the control, it will set off on you!" That had been drilled again and again into the girl, and she had suffered from the lesson where they'd made her destroy one and feel the pain.
Her brother punched again, finally yanking the man's cock from the girl's bottom.
The mother's hand finally got the control, and crushed it against the man's head. Her body jerked in a spasm of pain, breaking Mr. Pitman's neck in the process. "RUN!"
The girl looked at where her mother spasmed on the floor. "RUN!" It was a hiss through clenched jaws. The two girls grabbed cloths and ran.
They ran down the hall, out the door, through crowds of teenagers. The girl slightly ahead of her brother, until an arm grabbed her. Tim. His eyes were glinting, his hand reaching into his pocket.
Then a stocking clad leg flung up in a perfect arc and hit him hard between the legs. "Get the control!"
Scrambling the girl grabbed it out of the pocked of the groaning boy. "Now you know what it feels like." The girl spat in his face, just as her brother yanked her by the shoulder and they ran.
"I wanted to do that!" The girl shouted at her brother.
"Tough! He got what he deserved."
Twice black vans had missed them as they dodged through alleys and roads. From bins and cloths lines they had stolen new cloths. They had been on the move for two days. For the moment they stopped, resting in a dark recess in an old wall.
Her brother had been dismantling the controls. Carefully, so carefully. They had both had a light shock before he finally got the battery out. "I think I see how it works. We'll need some things for me to make a defence."
After a discussion of need, they ventured out again. The girl was more street savvy. In the last months she had got to know the rough side of the capital very well. They had two more near escapes in the nest day before the shopping list was gathered.
The two huddled in another dark corner of a dark alley. The younger worked feverishly. The girl felt useless, admiring her sibling for the remembered way with things. She had lost that long ago. Instead she worked together a small sharp weapon. Not to fight with, they couldn't win, but to make sure they wouldn't go back into hell.
"I think… I think…"
"STOP."
The two looked up, a black van blocked the one entrance to the alley. The girl cursed herself for such a stupid mistake.
"I've got it!" The younger girl pushed some wires together and the pain that just was starting up their spine vanished.
"Dear, you may have saved us, but I might have to kill us. Do you want to go back?"
"No."
The girl stood up and calmly turned towards the men walking their way. Her brother stood, faced her and bent his neck.
"DON'T"
"Why not? We won't go back."
"WE'LL BARGAIN. THIS HAS BEEN THE MOST INTERSTING WE'VE SEEN IN YEARS."
The words rang out from and amplifier one man held to one side of his body.
"You… The Masters?"
"WE DON'T CALL OURSELVES THAT, BUT YES. ALL WAS DONE FOR OUR AMUSEMENT."
"Why should we trust you now?"
"BECAUSE OTHERWISE YOU DIE."
"What's the bargain?"
The old voice booming out began to speak.
The two girls were in a big bed in a big room of an old old hotel. The girl slept, two exhausted to do anything else. Beside her, her brother began to toss and turn.
Finally awakened by an unmeant nudge the girl awoke.
"Charley?"
There were tears in the other boys voice. "I can't stand it! I'm so wound up I could jump out that window. The bastards trained me so I couldn't get myself off!"
"Shhh shhh relax. There… were some toys in the bag of cloths they gave us. Do you want me to show you…"
"NO! I will never ever use another piece of rubber in my life!" The girl remembered Anthea's stories and understood the shudder that went with the words.
Her mind was clear, her heart full of love. She put a hand to her brother's hip and slipped it around to the rampant cock.
"What? No! We never did before, we shouldn't now!"
"Shhh shhh… Before was different. You weren't changed and I didn't have a choice. There's no one to make us do anything now, and I can't stand to see you suffer. Let me make you feel good…"
The girl pushed her brother back onto the bed, and slowly swung a leg over his prone body. Rising up on the bed, running her fingers through her hair, she looked down with a lazy smile and with a little twist of her hips slipped the tip of his cock in.
Her brother looked up wide eyes, reflecting the love back. Accepting the sacrifice he though she was giving. Except it wasn't. As the girl arched her back she realised that she was changed, could never go back to being a boy even if the deal allowed it. This was OK, she didn't have to do it, but she wanted to and that made all the difference.
Two hands felt out the shape of her breasts. She shivered at the electricity spiking into her brain. It was a drug that, but one she needed. Her brother's hands were soft, questing out the reactions in her body that told him he was doing the right things. The girl knew then more than ever that he'd had the training.
It was early in the morning, The girl was standing nude in the luxurious bathroom bar a tiny pair of bikini knickers, towelling her hair after a long sharp and hot shower. She still loved those, loved the way it made her feel clean. A tentative hand stroked her hip.
Smiling, she turned her head, still under the towel, and looked at her brother. She was standing there, nude, shivering with need, a huge erect cock sprouting incongruously from her very girlish body.
"I… we can't. Its wrong." The young girl boy was on the edge of tears, full of conflicting emotions.
Still smiling, the girl let the towel drop, and turned to her brother, gently taking his cock in one hand and lightly stroking it. Dropping to her knees she lifted the shaft up and gave it a long lick up the underside.
"No, its not wrong. Before, I can't tell you how much it mattered to me that you treated me so well. Not looking while I changed, helping with a bra strap without groping me, not touching me when we had heated three ways with Anthea. It meant the world to me, was one of the few things that kept me anchored." She licked the tip of his cock again, making the boy shiver.
"But its different now. No ones forcing us, so if you and I choose to love each other, no one's hurt. Its OUR choice." She said that with a heat that surprised even her. "Plus, you've been through it, you're changed. No one knows better than I what its like." The girl shivered, her eyes hooding for a moment. "I remember one time when Mr. Pitman kept me tied up for a weekend, denied me sex while occasionally teasing me. On Monday he let me loose nude into the boys locker room after the senior practice. I think I'd lost my mind I was so strung out. After the fourth guy I realised what was going on, and still had to finish off another six guys. It was so humiliating."
Visibly shaking herself she came back to the present, and licked the cock in front of her, smiling up at her uncertain brother. "You need this. Hell, I need this. Unless you want to go out on the street and pick up a complete stranger, which I will defiantly NOT do, we only have each other. Yeah?"
The boy sobbed, both in relief and lingering confusion, but when his older brother wrapped her lips around his cock, he didn't pull away.
A month later found the two in a huge Georgian bedroom. Out the window was unobstructed view of a pretty little park. The girl was seated before a mirror. She was different in ways hard to put your finger on. It was little things, like her knees were together, demurely twisted to one side. Her dress, tight fitting in the bodice, and loosely swirled around her legs to mid thigh was opaque. Just a hint of a lighter blue lace showed around her ample and perfectly displayed cleavage with matching spaghetti straps to the dress slipping up over her perfect white shoulders. Her makeup was deft and light, emphasising her face. She was incredibly sexy, but wasn't in your face gagging for sex like she'd been forced to dress before. Her body was still very tight and trim, it was obvious she'd kept up the exercise that had been an enforced routine of the past years.
Behind her stood her brother. She'd found a comfortable medium between boy and girl. Dressed in jeans and white t-shirt, there was a hint of a utilitarian sports bra that was holding breasts which had grown to C cups in the last month. Her hair was short but just feminine enough. Her body had changed too, gone lean and muscled from the smooth swimmer tones she had been trained into. It was a safe guess that the judo had once again become practice, perhaps to obsession. The jeans bulged in front, her cock obviously out. They didn't do that in public, but at home, it felt safe and made her feel better.
Upstairs, quiet, but never far from the two girls' thoughts, was their mother. She was lying in a specially brought in hospital bed. Currently in a coma, doctors had been unable to say what would happened. She had gone through the equivalent of a massive stroke, her mind burned out. There was one of three older nurses constantly on watch, tending for the comatose woman. The two girls regularly helped out, completely aware of what their mother had achieved for them
The house was wired for audio and video. They knew they were watched. It was part of the deal. General freedom, other than agreeing to live their lives out as girls, and living in the knowledge that their lives were still watched. The only change, and the one that their mother had bought for them, was complete freedom from command. Their lives were their own.
The younger boy girl was slowly brushing her older siblings hair. It was one of a few simple rituals they had found between them that was sensual without being sexual. There was sex too, lots of it and frequently, but that was like scratching an itch. It was things like this, and bathing with each other, and helping one another dress that they really showed their love.
That didn't stop them bickering of course, what siblings didn't. "I don't know why you still wear that sort of cloths. You don't have to anymore!"
The older girl was nonplussed, "Its different for you, the change is recent, you remember being a boy. It's a distant memory for me. For me, its no criticism for you, putting on jeans and a t-shirt would feel wrong. Besides the cloth is rough on my skin." She had tried it once they had the chance to go out and buy their own cloths, and had felt uncomfortable and self conscious. Curiously she found she liked dresses and lingerie. It was comfortable, what she was used to after two years. What she had changed, and quickly was the more revealing stuff. There might be a time when a mesh dress would be what she wanted. It didn't do down the high street of the local market town.
"So you think I look butch?" The tone was both challenge and worry.
The girl turned and put a hand to her brother's hip, smiling up. "Not at all. I said I only meant it for me. I like the way you look, it suits you. You're living the conditions of this life without being bound by it. Its good."
The younger girl smiled, moved forward and bent her head to kiss her brother. A hand slipped down her front to begin gently twiddling a nipple through her brother's cloths. Since being freed they had experimented a lot, trying to find out both what each other liked, but what they liked themselves.
The results, still settling in, sort of surprised them both. The older girl found she was actually submissive. She'd fought against it a bit, but just couldn't find it in herself to even boss her brother around in bed, let alone get satisfaction from it. Increasingly she let him take control, and lately had even let her brother tie her up. Though that was with plenty of talk before hand using safe words and self releasing bindings.
Which suited the girl's brother who was finding herself enjoying being in charge. She knew her brother would tell her off if she did something around the house, and would make it perfectly clear if she didn't want to do something sexual, but frankly there weren't many inhibitions between them.
Other than penetration. The younger boy had let his sister fuck him a number of times, but it brought on too many memories and flashbacks. The boy girl was happy, even enthusiastic about oral sex between them, but just couldn't deal with having his sister get her cock out and put it in his pussy or ass. That was slightly disappointing for the girl, but she would never, ever force the issue.
"Ehem…" The two giggled, and broke apart. The masters had let them interview a number of housekeepers who were used to unusual employers. The one they'd settled on had initially been a big debate. Mrs. Culpepper was an ample older woman, and very proper. She ran the household with an iron rule, but was soft as an old teddy bear just a bit bellow her skin.
Leave a tea mug out, or not wash properly behind the ears or up the anus and the girls were in for a right ticking off. Break down in tears after going up to visit and read a book to their comatose mother and two big soft arms would enfold and comfort.
The two girls stood, the older girl straightening the hem of her dress, the younger giggling as she rebuttoned her brother's bodice. Mrs. Culpepper tut tutted and rolled her eyes, but the girls' knew she was here because she understood. "You're, ehhm, visitors have arrived."
She stood aside and behind her were two woman, blindfolded and wearing simple white shifts. It took the girl a second before she recognized Anthea and her mother. That had been… changed a bit more. Their faces had been altered to increase the similarity, and their builds were now identical. When the girl had demanded of the masters that her friend and mother be freed as well, there had been general amusement she hadn't understood. All she had been told was it would take a while to "retrieve them".
The two stood silently. The girl shushed her sister, then slowly tip toed up to her friend, and with a flourish ripped her mask off. When Anthea cringed, she felt immediately contrite. What had they been through?
Then Anthea focused, looked around the room, and grabbed her friend crying. "You're here too? Oh B!"
"Shh Shh, its OK. You're free now, you've been given to us."
Anthea looked confused, even scared.
"Free? What does that mean?"
"Girls girls?" Anthea's mother still stood there blindfolded. Jamie ran over and undid her as well, before grabbing Anthea in a big hug. The girl started to talk, telling the story and the outcome.
Anthea's mother stood over the girl's mother, smoothing the comatose woman's brow. Tears ran down her face, as it did down the other three girls.
"Who takes care of her?"
"We… have nurses."
"You won't need them. I was a nurse before, this is my duty. The only thing I can do is take care of the woman who did what I was too weak to do."
"You don't have…"
"Yes! I do!" The words were spat with a vengeance that surprised the others.
Then Anthea went over and hugged her mother. "Relax mum, can I help you relax?" The girl's hand went to her mother's chest. It was gently removed.
"No. Never again. I was weak before and look were it lead. You have to find your own way, but my choice is no."
It was in the middle of the night. The girl was lying tucked up under the covers. Anthea and her brother were trying to be quiet, but the giggled and soft sounds of sex had woken her up.
She looked inside herself and thought she'd leave them right now. For the moment her body was quiet, content. Her mind wandered back over a good day. The three were back in school now, a local private girl's school and it was heaven, if hard work, to study again.
Afterwards she'd gone shopping with Anthea. The other girl was similarly inclined to live her life as a girl, though her dress sense had gone a bit more exotic than the girl's. It matched her bubbly personality.
While they had stopped for a cup of coffee two boys had walked up and started chatting them up. Anthea had surprised her, she'd been polite, but made it clear she was uninterested, as had the girl. They had talked about it laughing afterwards. The sheer joy of saying no running through them.
As she lay there though the girl thought about it. One had been tall and lean, and she realised to her astonishment, rather cute. As she lay there, sleepy, warm and content, she thought that if he asked again, maybe, just maybe, she'd say yes.
As she drifted back into slumber there was a shout.
"Girls, girls! Your mother is awake and she's asking for you!"
Throwing off the bed covers the girl jumped up, happiness rushing through her veins.
FINI.
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